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So sorry for the lapse in writing. Been busy with work. But I am back again for a short installment. So back to where I was last at :
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maxpee88
Before we hung up, I asked her to quickly decide as I was making travel arrangements as within the same day.
I decided to send her web fotos of the place and also other shoots of the villa and the facilities it had to entice her to say yes. Come on, you tell me which girl would not fall for photos of nice blue skies, crystal clear waters, enticing private pool, kingsize bed, open air shower etc….
She called me later in the day (same day) and it was close to my Australia 6pm.
She : hey Max… Those were nice fotos… Pool Villa, you sure its not expensive?
me : Yeah, dont worry .it;s my reward trip. I just didn;t want to go alone. Look no pressure ok. If you are not comfortable, its ok and I won’t bug you. You just need to say yes and then I can quickly call the travel agency to make room for 1 more person.
She : Ok Max, its a yes, but wait, I need you to know that there are no expectations ok? Like you, I need some alone time as I am just as stressed out. I go on the condition that you know this.
Me : Ok ok no problem with that. That;s it. Its settled then. YES correct?
She : Yes, tell me when and the hows on email. I need to get my act together and start assigning some stuff to my workmate for him to help me when I am away.
I hastily spend the next few hours on the phone with a travel agency in Singapore and got her a ticket as she was flying out of singapore.
I was so excited with her yes that I had to call her back to get her passport details to get the airline tickets done and arranged. The airline ticket would be delivered to her office.
It was already late in Singapore when I made the call to the travel planner. I got her only airtickets as I was making my way from Australia to Ko Samui and she was flying from Singapore to Ko Samui. I made the arrangments that she would fly in later than I would be.
Just my occupational hazard and also most of you old readers know that I have a part time business which I share with my partner on how Security Consultation work for anti-surveillance.
And so with my habit, I had booked her on a separate round trip flight in and out of Ko Samui. I had a different itinerary of course with my round trip from Australia. My trip was ‘masked’ from any one in SIngapore who wanted to know because I was on official business trip in Australia.
For readers, this was a simple method to hide your ‘overseas excursions’ albeit an expensive way to do so. And ok, I am again digressing from the main topic.
To ensure that she gets her ticket, I had already arrange for a dispatcher service to deliver her tickets to her office and to her only. No other party was involved in the process from the minute the ticket left the travel agency.
To her, she didn’t even thought of the ‘drama’ of getting her the ticket via dispatch rider. It was very ’normal’.
My week in Ko Samui is the next installment
I arrived in K Samui one day earlier and checked out the hotel accomodations.
Memories of my birthday treat in Maldives with my exGF Vicky came flooding back to me as I explored the 2 bedroom private pool villa with beach front.
I chose a modernistic pool villa property when I was scouring the website. I knew what the budget was and how much I was allowed to spend and I decided to splurge a little more given that it was going to be a week in Ko Samui and not in prime peak season.
It had a nice long rectangular infinitty pool that looked into the sea and private beach below. The beach access was via a set of stairs that led down into a well groomed sandy stretch of private beached, adorned with sundeck chairs, layered by luxurious cushions and a white huge sun umbrella.
Because I wanted a beach front pool villa, I could only booked a 2BR villa, as the 1BR pool villas were not located in the seafront.
The staff boy left in the golf buggy after I tipped him. I didn;t have much to pack anyway, I left my main luggage back in Australia with the concierge and took my office laptop and a duffel bag with me.
I took off my shoes and walked into the villa and inspected the master bedroom. It was beautiful with white soft sheets and a 4 poster bed design complete with soft-see thru mosquito nets. I guess just for form rather than function as I don’t sense any mosquitoes. The Master Bedroom led into the master bathroom. Nice, the usual amenities, rich thick towels. shampoo, gel, que tips, cotton buds and there’s a little bag of bath salts as well. Of course as I have come to expect, the open themed Rain Shower and a huge Bath Tub enough for 2.5 persons. My mind flashed an imaginary X-rated 3-some on the bath sloshing away with candlelit eroticism.
I turned around and inspected BedRoom 2 and realised it was packed with twin beds and a standard size bathroom.
The living area and dining rooms were huge and they both looked out into the expansive long glass that fronted the deck which led to the rectangular pool.
I closed the main door behind me and locked it and proceeded to change out of my suit and dress shirt. It was getting hot and I had broked into a sweat from sweltering heat from the airport whilst waiting for the hotel pickup.
Flash back to Australia, I had left the hotel with my laptop and my duffel bag. The bellboy last image of me was as if I was as usual going to some business meeting dressed in my suit and maybe afterwards to the gym from my duffel bag. Whether or not he remembered me coming back was not because he did not see me, or maybe it was because he thought I could have walked back in in my gym attire and never gave a second thought. I usually hail the cab myself and only when the door is closed that I would give my destination.
Again, I am yabbering away on my occupational hazard.
Back to the cool aircond air inside the quiet villa. I flicked on the stereo and found some station broadcasting some english songs and I rummage through my carry on bag and found my trusty over-used ipod and plug my tunes to the stereo using the docking port.
I decided to take the 2nd Bedroom and hung my clothes there as I unpack and got myself into my comfy bermuda and a cotton tee. Not assuming much, I wanted to make sure when she arrives, she will have the privacy of her own in the masterbedroom.
Now the next task was to go back to the hotel lobby and find out the activities and see if I can book my myself a game of golf and a list of recommended makan joints. I walked in the shaded pathway fringed with many huge thick plants, trees and flowers. Was almost tempted to take a photo with my phone but decided that less was more and no pics were even more secure should my phone be accessed by unwanted and unintended eyes.
Her name was Sheila. She was the receptonist. A chirpy lady who sat with me on the sofa in the huge underhang of the lobby. As I sipped the welcome drink of lemongrass syrup, she talked her list of her own recommended eateries in and around Ko Samui. At first I thought she was flirting with me, as she knew I checked in alone. But I told her that a guest will be joining me the next day. I could feel the ‘balloon deflating’ the minute I said that. Maybe it was my imagination, but I like to think that. Ha ha ha ha.
Sheila recommended that I should use their spa massage services and facilities. I was surprised and never knew they had one.
We promptly got up as she offered to take me a tour to the spa pavilion. It was indeed a quiet Monday. I looked at the watch, it was already 3pm Ko Samui Time, and it was hot. We got into the hospitality white golf buggy as Sheila drove the buggy off the lobby and we headed back into the shaded shelter of the winding footpaths that branched into more private pool villas from what I can see. Sheila drove the buggy back towards the beach shoreline and that was where the Spa Pavilion was. It was actually a similar building as to the pool villa except it was bigger and perched on a higher ground. She waved at the 2 thai girls as we walked into the Spa and my nose was greeted with Jasmine and Lavender aroma scent. I loved the sensuality of the spa environs.
Sheila was yakking away and pointing her fingers here and there, opened a few doors to show off the treatment rooms, an open huge dipping therapy pool with sculptures pouring out water into the pool. I wasn’t even listening to Sheila. My mind wandered back to my times with my exGF in my birthday treat, how we had gone to a couples massage package and how we fucked each other right there and then after the massage when we were soaking in the tub. My mind drifted to the time when I was holding Vicky on her waist and my right hand reaching forward to grab her oiled breast as I doggy fucked her. My dick was deep inside her and I could still remember the sensation of her well rounded ass humping back at me as I penetrated DEEP inside Vicky as she ooohed and aahed in complete esctasy as we both fucked each other so hard and deep that day from the aftermath of a sensual oil massage in the maldives.
I politely asked about the week’s schedule to see if there were time slots available for a couple’s massage. Seems to me the choice timings I liked were all completely booked up. The reason was that there only so many spa rooms inside the spa pavilion and they all looked out the sea, I must have looked disappointed, but the therapist mentioned that they do provide and I should consider an in-room massage session where they will come to my villa for a massage instead and that was available easily throughout the week.
Hmmm. I figured I let her decide that when she arrives.
Sheila took me back to the lobby as I had arrange for a taxi to pick me up.
As she parked the buggy, the ’taxi’ was already waiting. It was white Nissan car and the driver’s name was Piti. Sheila spoke in Thai to Piti and I guess it was for my itinerary for the day. I had asked to be driven to some golf course and also other places of interest to plan my remaining week here.
Of course there should be plenty of golf clubs in Ko Samui. This is Thailand you know. Piti and I took off as I waved and nodded my appreciation to Shiela. Piti drove me to at least about 4 golf courses and recommended more. I made a note of the ones I wanted to play and asked for rates on golf club rentals as I didn’t bring my own set.
Along the way, Piti wanted to show me an ‘interesting massage place’ - he too thought I was alone. I waved him on and said I am not interested and perhaps maybe next time. He grinned into the rear view mirror as I smiled back at him.
I had basically made up a activity plan for myself in the coming week and decided to book for golf in the mornings to escape the heat and then head back to the villa after golf and snooze for the days. That would be my plan.
Piti asked if I was keen to go Full Moon parties. I said - Great idea, and I will keep that in mind. By the time we drove and explored the north end of the Ko Samui island, it was getting dark and close to dinner.
I suddenly realized I was hungry. I tapped Piti on the shoulder and ask him to take me a place for makan. He nodded and I sat back down, flipping through the brochures of the golf courses. I had lost track of where Piti drove me. I guess it was still north of Ko Samui. Piti slowed to a crawl as he navigated a narrow street lined with tourist souvenir shops, arty farty trinkets, cafes and also rows of interesting shops and eateries etc…
“Downtown Ko samui” I thought to myself. I asked Piti where were we and he said we were still north around the Bo Phut area. I unfolded the tourist map of Ko Samui just to get a sense of where the fuck I was…
Piti parked the car and I insisted he joined me for dinner. He reluctantly said ok and we must have walked the entire stretch about 2 times before I decided on a quaint eatery. It was amazing. Most of the nice eateries were run and operated by foreigners. We sat down on a table facing the beach and the waiter came and gave us the drink menu. There were people already occupying prime spots and awaiting the sunset.
I fingered the drink menu and came upon Breezers section. Thoughts of Ingrid flashed across my mind and I fantasize and wished that I had Ingrid with me on this trip here. I absent-mindedly ordered my Vodka Orange and Piti shyly ordered a beer. I ordered some finger food and also our dinner before sending off the waiter.
We both sat in the table and shifted ourselves to people watch and also wait for the sunset. Married couples, families with kids, singles, back packers… they all were slowly walking along the beach as they too took in the soft roll and waves crashing onto the flat beach.
I was glad Piti spoke pretty OK english and he told me I was in a place where most foreigners like to come. Well I could see the stretch before me, white tableclothed tables. ang mos everywhere. and I could fool myself that I was sitting some where in the mediterranean now.
We talked about football. Turns out he is a Man Utd fan, I told him Singaporeans were also Man U fan but I was not aligned to any football club because I had lost track of and never kept tabs on the current EPL happenings these days. Dinner finally came and we had a hearty meal.
After paying up, Piti insisted that I should let him take him to another spot for drinks and he will pay for it. I wasn’t keen as I figured he will take me to some local place and I would be sticking out like a lost tourists.
I insisted we stick around the same area and since there were many cafes and pubs along the stretch, we could walk and decide which one.
I was mistaken. Piti nodded and said that he had the intention to take me a favorite haunt just down the road and he assured me that I would like it.
“Sure boss, I know you will enjoy. Sure sure no problem” in his thai accented english. I nodded as he led the way.
We had just walked maybe about 100m away from the restaurant and Piti waved his hand that this was the place. I looked up and in and nodded my head and gave him a wide smile.
It was a bar/pub. But it was kind of funky because it had an outdoor area looking to the beach, and the inside was cool and happening and cozy and packed. Piti shoved me upstairs and there was a second floor with just a comfortable crowd of people and an open terrace as well. The crowd was definitely a magnet for backpackers. I could make out europeans, (mostly europeans) and aussie folks chatting away, holding their beers. There were some local thai - no doubt like Piti and me, local guides showing their guests around.
Piti looked at me, and I nodded. We found a spot just at the corner of the door leading out the terrace. I waved at the waitress and she came over and took our drinks requests. Piti again ordered his beer and this time I did the same.
We were into our 3rd bottle of beer when Piti waved at some one at the top of stairs. It was his cousin. Same trade I guess. His cousin had 3 girls with him. They were tourists too. Piti waved at him to join us as it was getting crowded and our spot tuned out to be a prime spot on the second floor.
We said hello and I learnt the 3 girls were from Montreal Canada. They were on a break and had been exchange students in Australia and were spending time in Ko Samui before they finally head back to Montreal after their summer term. I felt old suddenly.
The 2 cousins conveniently left me to talking to the 3 ladies. 2 of them were chunky. Sorry and apologies to the lady readers. I didn’t say FAT, I said Chunky. Their names? really? Who gives a shit? They were chunky.
The remaining one was called Alicia. Or was it Alisia? Anyway, the music was getting too loud, because they began playing songs I kinda like. I was drumming my fingers to the music and the girls were also gamely drumming along (maybe they were bored too).
Alicia wasn’t that chunky. Ok maybe a little chunky, but acceptable. Or maybe it was my beer assessement. I had already a few bottles by now and was feeling a little happy. But so did the girls too. Apparently they had been here all this while, but was downstairs and had been drinking since 630pm as they wanted to come here for the sunset.
I tried to focused my eyes on my watch and I mentally work out that they had been drinking for well over 3 hours coz it was already like almost 10pm.
Alicia and the girls exchanged notes with me on where they went and what restaurants were good, but had to excuse themselves as they were ‘poor students’ with limited pocket money and said maybe it sucked, but it was worth the ‘budget money" they were paying for. I liked their sense of humour and it was beginning to rub off on me. Or maybe I too was getting tipsy and drunk.
We chatted away. Turned out they were just staying in a backpacker joint only a few doors away from this bar. They had just come back from a day trip snorkelling and Piti Cousin was their guide. And speaking of Piti cousin, he had left and Piti came back to joining us. So it was 3 canadian girls and piti and I.
I embarassingly told them where I was staying when they asked. You should have seen the looks on their eyes as they nodded their heads as I described my pool villa. They asked if I could invite them over for a dip in the pool. I just pretended I didn’t hear that question over the loud music.
When Piti excused himself to the toilet, the girls decided to start playing some college game of passing the ice. I had ordered more beer and the bottles of beer came in a ice bucket to keep the bottles cool. The girls ordered some chips and asked the waiter for a glass full of cherries. And then we started playing the game. I wasn’t really keen to exchange lip contacts with the chunky girls, but decided to play along.
By now the second floor was getting really packed and the music was getting louder. We were shoulder to shoulder and it did not help with people tryng to jostle past us to get in and out the outdoor terrace for a ciggy smoke.
The bar tending team on the second floor was doing a good job of mixing good music and keeping the folks entertained. I looked at my watched and Alicia caught that.
She : Tired or Bored?
Me : Huh?
She : You know when people look at their watch, its either they are bored or tired. So which is you?
Me ; Oh.. Tired I guess. A little tired and maybe jetlag.
She : Jet Lag? You from Singapore and same time zone how can you be jet lag?
I explained to her and had to almost bite her hair and ear because the music was so loud by now. I told her I came straight from Australia and that was why. As I spoke to her, I caught a whiff of her hair and scent. It was quite sexy.
And all the while as we were talking the other 2 chunky girls suddenly waved at other new found friends (fellow backpackers) and Alicia and I let them play their pass the cherry game.
Phew that was close. Alicia and I continued to talk over the loud music. She was also gyrating her body to the music as we spoke. But it was quite sexy as each time I had to speak into her ears and she would lean herself into me in the crowded space and I could feel her body sway and gyrate in contact with me, as we speak. Especially when she was speaking to me. She would lean her hands onto my shoulder and our bodies actually would touch as we talked above the loud music.
I was getting drunk, Piti was probably somewhere downstairs getting a pee. Alicia begun to look a little prettier. And I was probably horny up from her scent and her body closeness. Or maybe it was the ‘ritual mating dance’ of close body contact , her scent, my being alone, my earlier flashbacks of Vicky, Ingrid getting all worked up inside my horny head.
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gambit76
Wow bro!! you sure are making up for lost time by posting so much continuation. I certainly don’t mind it. And as usual, you leave it hanging before the next segment.
Really miss your writing. Cheers!
Bro gambit76
Thankyou. Thankyou. Iam trying to make up for lost time ma…
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