As I powered down the Macbook, Tingting straddled me and put her arms around my neck, staring at me. She took the macbook out of my hand and placed it on the coffee table, then she leaned in and kissed me. My hand slipped under her t-shirt and roamed her smooth, flawless back. Her tongue slipped into my mouth to find its counterpart, and my tongue started to make acquaintance with hers, exchanging fluids and wrapping around each other like snakes in a mating ritual. Her hand grabbed supported the back of my head as she leaned in for a deeper french kiss. We held each other that way and kissed for what must have been at least 5 minutes.
Her lips lifted away from mine, and we stared at each other after the intense tonguefighting. It was a short stare, as she launched herself into another kissing assault. As our lips connected, her hands pulled at my shirt and off it goes, flying onto the floor. I returned the favour, and her shirt and bra went flying too. We both broke the kisses, and stood up, tugging away at our bottoms, and we kicked our bottoms away. I sat back down on the sofa and she hopped right back on my lap, straddling me and holding my head with her hands as she kissed me furiously. Her pussy brushed against my erected dick, and I can feel a streak of her juices coat my dick where they rubbed.
I caressed her sides of her body, and my hands brushed her breasts and nipples. It only encouraged her further as she sucked my face more. She started to move her hips too, brushing her pussy against my dick more and more. Then somehow, my dick caught the entrance of her pussy and when she moved her hips, the tip slipped inside her pussy. Immediately, she broke the kiss and let out a moan.
I held onto her breast with my left hand, and my right held onto her hips, guiding her gently as she sat down fully on my dick and started riding. As the riding intensified, she began to sit up straight, no longer kissing me. She moved her hands and swept her hair back and then held her neck with one, while her other hand grabbed her own breast, pinching her own nipple. I moved my hand down to her hips and I began to thrust upwards, matching her downwards rhythm. I could see her taut tummy flex every now and then, as she moved her hips. For someone with a nice ass and big tits, she sure did a good job of maintaining her trim tummy. Any hot blooded male out there would definitely want to get to know her. It’s a surprise how she is still single and not seeing anyone. Are male medical students that unappealing?
Their loss, my gain, I thought as I enjoyed every single tingling sensation of sex with a Singaporean born and bred goddess. The sweeping of her hair was such a sexy gesture. That coupled with her thick black plastic specs, she oozed sexiness nonstop. Her moans were an aural pleasure. All that thought turned me on more, and I felt a rush of blood to my groin. It won’t be long before I came. It was the same for her.
Tingting’s face had become flushed. Her cheeks became rosy and her eyes were glazed with pleasure. Her moans maintained a steady volume, but was becoming shorter and faster. Surprisingly, her moans no longer filled with crude language. It was all just “Mmmms” and “Ahhhhs”. Every single up and down that she did, I could feel her pussy lips tight around my dick. She rested her hands on my shoulders and she leaned in, resting her head in the crook of my neck.
Tingting: (whispering) Jun…. I’m… cumming…. Soon… I’m… cumming…….. HYAAAHHHHH!!!!
I felt a tightening of her pussy around my dick, which was deep in her. Caught in a pulsating vice grip, I quickly lost it and I came together with her, spewing my load into her for the second time that day. We hugged each other tight as we tided over the pulsating pleasure of the orgasm. Her pussy kept squeezing my dick, sometimes a single deliberate squeeze, sometimes a series of small squeezes. We kissed each other and she got off, trying to stand up. Not going to happen.
The moment she tried to put weight on her feet, her legs buckled and she crumpled to the floor. While she sat on the floor, I could see her leg shivering. I got down and extended her legs, massaging them with my hands.
Tingting: Dead leg…. Pins and needles too….
She watched as I tried to massage some feeling back into her legs, smiling at the effort I was putting in. In the end, while it worked to a certain extent, her legs were still jelly and I ended up piggybacking her into the shower to wash up.
After we washed up, I asked her what would she like to have for dinner.
Tingting: I don’t care! You’re cooking!
Me: Me is, me is… I’m just asking what would you like to have for dinner…
Tingting thought for a while. Then she grinned as she answered me.
Tingting: BAK CHOR MEE!
Diaoz… Bak Chor Mee…. Means need to go out NTUC buy ingredients liao.
I went to the cupboard and took out Kim’s helmet and passed it to Tingting. They both wore S size helmets.
Tingting: We going out to eat bak chor mee? You’re supposed to cook!
Me: Yes, I’m cooking, my dear. But I can’t cook without ingredients, so you’re following me to grocery shopping!
Tingting: Of course! Even if you said I don’t need to follow, I will still follow!
She grinned and got off the bed, skipping along beside me as we made our way to the door. She stumbled a couple of times, cos her legs were still a bit jelly from earlier’s exertions.
At the supermarket, we picked up mee pok noodles, minced pork, and some lean pork. After we made our purchases, it was back home again. I soaked some dried Chinese mushrooms in hot water and seasoned the minced pork. I placed the slab of lean pork and a couple of pork bones into a pot of water to make the stock. Slicing the mushrooms, I fried them together with the minced pork. There was some lard left over from the wanton mee day, and I scooped out a bit into each bowl, adding a couple of drops of sesame oil, some chilli paste, and a bit of black vinegar. I cooked and sieved the noodles into the bowls. Tingting helped to slice up the lean pork and mixed the noodles. Scooping the mushroom minced meat onto the noodles completed it. We added some spring onion garnishing.
Me: TADA!!! BAK CHOR MEE!!
Tingting smiled and we tucked in to dinner. It was a simple meal. Definitely not the best bak chor mee if compared to outside, but it’s homecooked, and most importantly, TIngting loved it. At the end, she even licked the bowl. Her favourite part was the minced meat fried with the mushroom. The essence of the mushroom penetrated into the meat.
We sat down in front of the TV and watched Austin Powers on HBO, while sipping wine. Tingting leaned against me and I could smell the lavender smell of her shampoo. By the time the movie ended, it was 9pm. She went to the kitchen to wash the glasses, as I headed into the room to do some last minute packing. I added some arm sleeves into the luggage, as well as buffs and caps, and a couple of freesize fishing gloves. We were going fishing, so it’s not a good idea to get sunburnt out there. Knowing how agonizing it is to fall sick in a foreign country, I made sure to pack my medicine bag as well, throwing charcoal pills, panadol, lozenges and anti-histamines into the bag.
Tingting returned to the room and watched me do my packing. She asked if the clothes I am bringing is enough, and I told her I will probably be utilizing the laundry service at the hotel. She thought for a while, then she removed 2 sets of clothes from her luggage too.
Tingting: More space for shopping now!
We went to brush our teeth soon after and we went to bed by 10pm, since our flight was at 8.05am. We’ll need to leave house by 5am. Cuddling Tingting tight, we fell asleep soon after.
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I felt a strong kick on my shoulder and I woke up. The silhouette of Tingting’s feet were just a few cm away from my face.
Tingting: Wakie wakie! It’s time to go BANG COCK!!!
I groaned and turned away. The room was pitch black still and the sun was still asleep. I felt Tingting’s tiny feet pressing against my back as she tried to wake me up again. Her feet gently pressed, as if she was massaging me instead.
Tingting: Wakie wakie! It’s already 5am!
I jolted awake. SHIT!!! We’re supposed to leave house at 5am, not wake up at 5am!!!
I immediately jumped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom. Snatching my toothbrush, I squeezed out way too much toothpaste and began to brush my teeth furiously. With my left hand, I pulled my boxers down and grabbed my dick to aim at the toilet bowl and pissed. A couple of flicks completed it, and I pulled my boxers back up as I bend over at the sink to rinse my mouth. My hand stretched out to grab my facial cleanser and I splashed water at my face as I lathered it up.
Tingting made her way over to the door of the bathroom, and stood there. She was only wearing her panties. She looked at me through the mirror and grinned widely.
As I rinsed the cleanser off my face, I felt the cool minty feeling wake me up. I look at the mirror, at Tingting’s boobs, then her smile. Something’s not right. She was breaking into laughter now.
I headed out of the door and picked up my Panerai Luminor (free advertisement). The time was 3.55am.
Tingting burst out into full laughter now as she doubled forward clutching her tummy.
Tingting: OMG!! HAHAHAHA!!! I didn’t know you could move that fast!!!
Why… you…. I’ll show you what is fast!!!!
I moved like a ninja, swift and silent. Within a blink of an eye, I was behind her and I lifted her up and side slammed her onto the bed. I hopped onto the bed, on top of her, and I pulled her panties straight off. She screamed and fake protested as I pressed her hands down above her head and positioned my dick at her pussy. She was getting wet rapidly. I rubbed her pussy with my dickhead a few times to spread her juices, and when it was lubricated enough, I plunged right in.
Tingting moaned loudly at the penetration. It was a bit rough, but it didn’t matter. I ploughed relentlessly into her pussy again and again. She was no longer ‘protesting’ anymore, instead, she was moaning loudly, with pleasure, and maybe a bit of pain, as I was rough with her this time. Afterall, it’s meant to be a punishment for her tricking me. Her boobs bounced and swayed hypnotically with the momentum.
“hurrrgghhh… hurggghhh… hurrrgghhh… huuurrRRRGHHH… HYAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
Tingting yelped as she hit an orgasm. Rough sex always gets me off faster, and I ploughed her for another 5mins before I thrusted deep into her and came deep inside her.
Exhausted, I lay down on her, her boobs cushioning me. We panted heavily, getting back our breath. Tingting wrapped her arms around me and hugged me.
Tingting: Was that my punishment for tricking you?
Me: Yup.
Tingting: I like that punishment.
Me: You SM kia…
Tingting licked the side of my face and bit her lips.
I got up and carried her into the bathroom to shower together. We quickly packed up our toiletries and by 5am, we were at the roadside hailing a cab.
The check-in went smoothly. Being so early, there was hardly any queue. We went to grab some breakfast and walked around the duty free shops before we boarded the flight to BKK. Tingting leaned against my shoulders the moment we sat down in the plane and fell asleep. It was a short, uneventful flight.
We touched down at the airport 3.5hrs later and got a hotel transfer to Baiyoke Sky hotel. The Pratunam vendors have already started to set up shop and hawk their wares. Some of them pushed carts that carried cut fruits of many varieties, others pushed carts that carried freshly squeezed fruit juices. The smell of street food assaulted our senses. It was a pleasant assault. We couldn’t resist it and we picked up a bottle of promegranate juice each.
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EhWahEhWah
Bro,
Are you workin as a chef of sorts? You machiam know how to cook every single thin sia
Eh no lah… I just like to cook and like to eat…like hobby like that… So i often go around with my ex-gfs and now my wife to jiak and jiak around Singapore. Then when go home, try to replicate the food or alter the recipe a bit to suit my wife and mine’s palate. But got high price to pay also… Almost everyday have to either swim or hit the gym… Otherwise, body shape cannot maintain…
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We touched down at the airport 3.5hrs later and got a hotel transfer to Baiyoke Sky hotel. The Pratunam vendors have already started to set up shop and hawk their wares. Some of them pushed carts that carried cut fruits of many varieties, others pushed carts that carried freshly squeezed fruit juices. The smell of street food assaulted our senses. It was a pleasant assault. We couldn’t resist it and we picked up a bottle of promegranate juice each.
We wheeled our luggage to the reception and checked-in.
The lady at the reception looked no older than 16 years old. Her make up was surprisingly light, compared to her colleagues, and she had a fair face. Her name was Moon. She spoke surprisingly good English.
Moon: Sawadee Kaa, welcome to Baiyoke Sky Hotel. How can I assist you, sir.
Me: Hi, I booked a deluxe room, this is my booking confirmation number.
Moon took the printout from me and typed away at her computer. I took the time to scan her. She was about 168cm tall, her uniform fitted her well. She must be B cup at least. She had a very sweet virginal face. She looked up at me with an apologetic face.
Moon: Sorry sir, the deluxe rooms are all fully booked ka. There actually is one, but the toilet is not working and our people are fixing it now. They don’t know how long it will take.
I looked at Tingting and she looked at me. “Err…”
Moon: Or if you don’t mind, I can upgrade your room to a suite, free of charge ka.
Tingting: This upgrade is for the whole duration of our stay?
Moon: Yes, Madam, it’s for until next week when you check out. Our deluxe always high demand, but the suite is not always full ka.
I gave her a big charming smile.
Me: We’ll take the suite then.
Moon: Ok ka!
She continued typing at her computer and asked for our passports to key in the details. When done, she handed us the passports and the key cards.
Moon: Thank you for your patience, and I hope your wife and you enjoy your stay with us!
Me: Khot Khun Krup!
I grabbed my luggage and started walking towards the lifts. Tingting beamed widely and skipped alongside me.
Tingting: Did you hear that? She thinks I’m your wife!!! Weeeeeeee!!!!
Me: She anyhow lah!
Tingting: I don’t care! You’re my husband for this trip! I’m so gonna tell my mum about it! Hahahaha!!!
Me: Later she ask why you go potong jalan me then you know…
Tingting: Then I’ll just tell her that good guys is must fight for one. Somemore, I’ll say “you don’t want grandkids issit?”. She sure give up one.
Me: Yah, give up on you.
Tingting pouted. “Why you like that one…..”
Me: Kidding lah! Let’s go check out our suite!
We got out on the right floor, and located our suite. Tingting knocked on the door twice as I inserted the key card and we entered the room. It was HUGE. Seriously huge. There was so much space everywhere. And the bathroom was huge too.
Tingting removed her shoes and socks, and wheeled her luggage to one corner and dropped her bags. Without hesitation, she hopped onto the bed and started jumping on it, making happy noises.
Me: Eh Eh! Later the bed pichar then you sleep on the sofa arh!
Tingting: Nevermind! I sleep sofa, you also sleep with me!!!
She stopped jumping and she sprawled in the bed.
Tingting: SO COMFORTABLE!!!!
I began to unpack my toiletries, and took out the footwear. She got off the bed and unpacked as well. Just nice, after we unpacked, our stomachs growled and we decided it was time for lunch.
We decided to head to Sabx2 wanton mee. It’s a must go whenever I go to BKK. As we made our way through the maze of street vendors, we picked up some bbq chicken skewers and sausages, as well as ice cold freshly pressed promegranate juice (again, yes, anti-oxidants for the win). Tingting couldn’t stop smiling. She had always loved BKK street food, and eating them now made her happy. So was I, afterall, I lived to eat.
We reached the wanton mee shop, and boy, it was crowded to the max! We waited for about 10minutes before a small table for two was available. It was joined to another few tables, where a group of young adults were busy stacking up the cleared plates of wanton mee.
We sat down and we ordered a bowl of wanton mee each first. As we waited for our food, we can’t help but eavesdrop, and noticed that the group sitting beside us were Singaporeans too. They heard us order and they looked at us. One of them raised his hand in the air like wanting to high five.
The guy: Yo whassup man! Fellow Singaporean! Woooo!
I laughed and high-fived him. We chatted a while and the usual things were said. How long were we there, and names and relations. I mentioned that Tingting was my gf, and she immediately corrected me, saying “WIFE!”. They raised their eyebrows and Tingting explained that we recently ROMed and I still mixed it up from time to time like a babbling bumbling baboon. They were done with their food as soon as ours arrived, and they bade us goodbye as they went for their shopping. I gave Tingting a look, and she gave me a shrug.
Me: What was that for?
Tingting: What was what for?
Me: That WIFE thing.
Tingting: Mr Jun, I am your wife for this trip. Just because we got free room upgrade doesn’t mean you need to compensate by downgrading me please.
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kenichi808
Haha.. Great update TS.. Wife for the trip and wife now also right. Haha..
I knew someone would ask or say that when this part reached!
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TS, let me guess. You would be having sex with Moon soon.
Hmmm… the temptation is definitely there, but read on to find out.
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Tingting: Mr Jun, I am your wife for this trip. Just because we got free room upgrade doesn’t mean you need to compensate by downgrading me please..
I shook my head with resignation and tucked into my wanton mee. Within 3 mouthfuls, I finished the first bowl. Next, I ordered the braised pork knuckles with rice, and another wanton mee soup for Tingting. We shared the pork knuckle rice and I ordered another 2 more bowls of wanton mee to satiate my hunger. Their serving size is really damn small, no wonder the common thais are seldom fat or obese.
We paid up and then made our way to our next stop. Pratunam Shopping Mall. Tingting grabbed my hand and led the way through the mall. We went shop by shop, level by level, stopping every now and then when she sees something she fancies. Every shop was the same. Ask for any discount, and they will tell you more discount if you buy more pieces. Tingting lamented that we did not bring more people along, or tagged with that group earlier, as they had 4 girls with them. Nonetheless, when we were done walking all the floors of the mall, my 27litre backpack was filled to the brim with clothes, 95% belonging to her. Additionally, we carried paper bags which were filled with more clothes.
Tingting: Yay! I can change wardrobe liao!
Me: You can change it twice over lor, with the amount of clothes you bought.
Tingting smacked my shoulder and pouted. We made our way back to the hotel, having spent 5 hours walking around Pratunam mall. Entering our suite, I immediately went to the luggages and emptied my backpack.
Tingting took off her T-shirt and shorts, and stood where the draft of the aircon was. Her back was perspiring. I got up and hugged her from behind and she melted into my arms.
Tingting: I like it when you hug me like that. Feel so protected and loved.
We lingered that way for a while more, before I unbuckled her bra, and took off my shirt. Our clothes peeled off one by one as we made our way into the shower. We needed to rinse off the perspiration. The cold blast of water from the shower shocked the both of us initially. But as the water flowed, it began to warm up a little, so it wasn’t freezing.
As the cold water flowed from our heads to our feet, it seem to dissipate the heat in us, refreshing us, energizing us. Tingting’s smooth body plastered against mine, and the water flowed from her head to her chin, where it flowed onto her chest. The contours of her C cup breasts channeled the flow of the water into her cavernous cleavage. I took one step back, and used my fingers to brush her nipples.
Tingting closed the distance, and trapped my hands in between our bodies. She hugged me and pushed her head into the crook of my neck. We stayed in that position for a while, then she slipped downwards. My dick was already erected, due to the touch of her skin against me, and the flow of the water. She took a deep breath and she began to blow me.
The warmth of her mouth contrasted greatly with the cold water that was raining down on us. To save water, I off the shower. Without the sound of the cascading water, I became aware of the sucking noises that came from below. I held the back of her head gently with my hand and I guided her pace. She used one hand to hold onto the back of my thigh, and the other hand snaked in between her legs, rubbing her pussy vigorously.
After a couple more minutes of blowing, I gently lifted her up by her arms. Pressing her against the wall, I lifted her leg as I positioned my dick for the penetration. She wrapped her hands around my back and I pushed in.
“Mmmmmfffff…” She moaned as I penetrated her. I began to thrust slowly.
Tingting opened her eyes and looked at me. It was an extremely sultry look. She bit her lips and looked upwards as I thrusted in again. She then lowered her head as I pulled out and she kissed me. Our tongues fought and she moaned with pleasure while I grunted with exertion. Standing sex was more physically demanding. Thankfully, she decided to help me.
She wrapped the leg that I was holding up against my butt. Then she slowly pulled harder with her arms to signal to me that she was going to hop onto me. I placed my hands under her butt to support her as she lifted her other leg to wrap around my hips. She hugged me like a koala while I thrusted my dick into her love hole. The position we were in now was just as physically demanding for me, if not more, since now I had to support her weight. However, it was a lot more natural in terms of positioning and angle. I could let gravity take care of half the job.
5 minutes passed within a blink of an eye, and I exploded deep inside her once again. I lowered her down and we finished the shower together.
We dressed up, then we headed back out into the sweltering heat of the Bangkok night. We navigated our way through the throng of people in the Pratunam market and made our way to our dinner location. The street-side stalls near Central World.
Good morning bros! How was your weekend? Hope it went well for all of you!
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We dressed up, then we headed back out into the sweltering heat of the Bangkok night. We navigated our way through the throng of people in the Pratunam market and made our way to our dinner location. The street side stalls near Central World.
The aroma of barbequed food reached us even before we crossed the bridge at Novotel. Tingting grabbed my arm excitedly and she grinned at me. Her breasts pressed against my upper arm as she leaned closed to me.
We sat down at a table, and the assistant passed us a laminated menu. Tingting took out a pack of wet wipes from her sling bag and began to wipe the utensils and cups clean. I ordered a salt baked snakehead, kangkong belacan, some prawns and sotong, and of course, a couple of bottles of Singha beer.
The food came quickly, and Tingting operated on the fish immediately with the precision of a surgeon. She dissected the fish, separated the skin from the flesh, and parted the meat from the bones. She placed a large chunk of the tail meat on my plate. I lifted my fork and spoon and was about to dig in when she parted some meat and insisted on feeding me the first mouthful. I obediently opened my mouth and let her feed me. The assistant saw and smiled at me, giving me a thumbs up.
I helped to scoop food onto her plate as well, and we ate up. The fish was so delicious. The meat was sweet, and had no fishy taste or smell. The prawns and sotong were fresh to the max, and Tingting had a happy time sucking the contents of the prawn heads. Personally, I didn’t like to do it cos the cholesterol was killer. I told her as much, but she defended herself, saying she only does that when she comes to Bangkok. We quickly finished up out food and beers and we took a walk around.
We found yet another promegranate juice vendor outside Central World, selling his juices near the Buddha statue there. I parted with 100baht and got 2 bottles, passing one to Tingting. She drank it, and went on about how promegranate is good for our health because it packs a shitload of antioxidants. I already knew that, that’s why I choose to drink promegranate, despite the wide variety of juices available. How often do you find fresh promegranate juice in Singapore anyway?
We sat down outside Central World, watching the people come and go as we drank our juice. It seems so surreal. People of all walks of life come together to buy flowers and incense to offer to the Buddha statue. I looked at Tingting, and she squeezed my hand. We were not religious people. We were both free-thinkers. Yet we found the scene in front of us soothing and relaxing.
Tingting: You know, my mum told me that if people made a wish here, and their wish came true, every year, they have to come back here to make offerings, otherwise misfortune will befall them.
Me: Isn’t that a perfect excuse to come back to Bangkok every year? “Ma, must go Bangkok, if not later 7yrs of bad luck.”
Tingting laughed.
Tingting: Yah lor, I also think so. That’s why my mum also tell me don’t anyhow pray.
Me: Yeah lor, dunch pray pray arh!
Tingting laughed again and boxed my shoulders. Then she leaned her head on my shoulder and held my hand. She played with my fingers and traced my palm with her finger.
Our juice finished, and we continued walking around, exploring the night market.
“Sir, buy?” “Cheap cheap!” “50 baht only!” “Sir? Buy for your wife?” “Madam, buy for sir? He handsome, but with this, more handsome!” “Sir, pretty girl must buy pretty clothes!”
The hawkers touted their wares at every step. Some sold handicrafts, some sold watches, ‘Rolex’ for a mere 300baht. Tingting took her time to walk through the night market, holding my hand tight and taking a stroll. It was almost 9pm when we decided to take a stroll back to the hotel. We took yet another shower, washing off the fresh perspiration and food smells, before we turned in for the night at 10pm. We fell asleep naked and hugging each other, exhausted from the early day we had.
Tuesday
I woke up and stretched lazily. Tingting groaned and covered herself fully with the blanket. I sat up and got my bearings before I headed to the toilet to pee and brush my teeth. When I was done, I came out and stood 1 meter away from the bed, staring at the sushi roll in front of me that was Tingting wrapped up in the blanket.
I climbed back onto the bed and got horny. I burrowed under the blanket and parted her legs. Placing my head in between her legs, I began to lick her clitoris.
Tingting stirred, moving a little, as my tongue gently massaged her clitoris. Her reaction was positive, as she spread her legs further apart. I licked her clitoris repeatedly, massaging it in concentric circles. Her pussy glistened as her juices started to flow.
I grabbed her thighs with my arms, and pulled myself even nearer to her nether regions. Using my tongue, I probed her labia and her pussy entract, tasting her salty-sweet juices. She was cleanly waxed, and her pussy was smooth. She reached down with her hands and caressed my head, stroking my hair, at the same time, she pushed her hips upwards a little.
I was pretty nifty with my tongue, and having trained it on my exes, and then Kim, my tongue had the necessary stamina to wreak havoc on a woman’s privates. Tingting would have known it first hand. But it’s been so long that she might have forgotten.
It took me 10mins to remind her, and that same 10mins for her to remember it vividly. Her hips jumped as the familiar tingling sensation of an orgasm hit her. Her hands pressed my head down on her pussy. I flicked my tongue on her clitoris repeatedly, and she squirted. “HOOOOOO!!!! URRRGGHHHH!” She moaned loudly between gasps and her hips jumped again as another wave of pleasure surged through her body.
I crawled up and she immediately caught my head and kissed me passionately the moment I emerged from under the blanket. Our tongues met each other again, as she got a taste of herself by proxy of my tongue.
Tingting: You… naughty… boy….
I looked at her seriously, with a no-nonsense face.
Me: Then punish me.
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Me: Then punish me.
Tingting giggled.
Tingting: Oh, I will… I will… but not now….
Not Tingting, but very close resemblance.
It was all a lie as we made love again for the first time that day immediately after her statement.
We finally got out of bed at 10.30am. Breakfast at the hotel was already over by the time we washed up and got dressed, so we decided to head out for brunch.
We hailed a taxi and directed the driver to take us to a coffeeshop opposite the city hall. The coffeeshop looks like a 60s kopitiam in Singapore. There were 3 stalls in total. The drinks stall, a noodles stall with many roast ducks hung up, and another stall I can’t remember, cos I wasn’t there for that.
As we sat down, a middle-aged lady came over. “Sawadee kaaa!” She said, and handed us the menus, which were totally in Thai. I tried speaking to her in simple English, but she could not understand a single word. She looked around for help, and a young boy came up. Tingting and I both took turns to try explaining our order, but the boy looked helplessly at the lady. In the end, I took out our itinerary and showed them the pictures that, luckily, I had printed too. I pointed at the bowl of roast duck noodles with crab meat, and the lady smiled widely and nodded, then I gestured for 2 big bowls. Also, I gestured at the picture with thick slice of toasted bread with butter and condensed milk, as well as kaya, and 2 cups of coffee.
The boy and the lady went away immediately with our orders and they came back shortly with them. Tingting rubs her hands with glee as she sniffed the aroma of the roast duck noodles. She didn’t wait for me, digging into her meal with gusto as I got the change back from the lady. We made short work of the food there. It was so delicious we slurp up every last drop of the soup. The coffee was gao. Seriously gao, and super aromatic. Drink liao the eyes sure open big big. The toast… omg… so soft and fluffy, so delicious. After we cleared the table of food, Tingting asked if I could eat somemore. She wanted another bowl to share. We promptly ordered yet another bowl.
Done with our food, we thanked the lady and hopped onto a cab, heading to Chinatown. We walked through the streets there, slowly browsing all the goods that were up on sale, and marveling at how cheap their dried goods were. As kids, we often went marketing with our parents, and the smell of the dried goods stores brought back fond memories. Tingting continued to hold my hand, or she would hold my arm. We stopped occasionally to buy more promegranate juice, and it was a welcome chiller in the sweltering Bangkok heat.
With time, we slowly strolled to what we came for. Nam Sing shark’s fin and bird’s nest. (Ok, I know things like food can be subjective. Maybe some bros prefer Scala or other shops. If you think yours better than Nam Sing, please pm me, I will go check it out next time I go BKK, which is soon.)
Anyway, we came to be at Nam Sing, because a few friends have recommended that particular shop, and tripadvisor rates it well too. Apparently online reviews said it was THE place to go to. So it was in our itinerary and there we were. We went into the restaurant and ordered a medium pot of shark’s fin, and a small pot of bird’s nest. Tingting and I both loved Shark’s fin, so the small pot wasn’t going to be enough.
The soups arrived, piping hot, and we dug in immediately. Tingting gave me an orgasm face after her second spoonful. “DELICIOUSS!!! Mmmmmf!!!” She said out loud. Like me, she didn’t like vinegar, so we didn’t add any, and we drank the soup with a lot of pepper. The bird’s nest was next. We added the dates and longans and boy, was it delicious. Our tummies satisfied, we left the restaurant as Tingting marveled at how cheap the bill was. “In Singapore eat like that at least $150 lor!”
She hooked her arm around mine and we continued walking on the other side of the street now. It’s really more of hardware stores and restaurants on the side we’re on, not so much of street stalls. At about 4pm, we found a bar to chill and relax. Dinner was nearby, so we sat at the bar, drinking beer while watching a rerun of a soccer match, whiling the time away till 6pm.
Tingting leaned against me, and I brought my arm around her shoulder, holding her close. Her head fit perfectly into the crook of my neck. I could feel her body warmth. She placed her left hand on my left thigh to support herself a bit as well. I caught a wift of her body scent. It reminded me of lavender, despite the hours of walking we did under the sweltering heat.
Tingting: I could lay like this forever, in your protective arms.
Me: mm-hmmm…
Tingting held my right hand, which was over her shoulder, and pulled it inwards, down over her shoulder and in front of her boobs. She held on to my hand. I shifted a little to accommodate this new position better. Once we were comfortable, we continued to chill. There was no need to talk, just an enjoyment of each other’s company in silence. We were only interrupted twice by the waiter, who asked if we wanted another jug of beer. At 6.15pm, we settled the bill and walked out hand in hand.
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FredSolo
It truly is a wonder how she’s still single.
Quite a few med guys from her cohort jio her out before. But mostly like one or two dates, then no feel, so she turned them down after. A couple guys managed to go more than 5 dates, but nothing came out of it. Also, as med student, she seldom have time to date.
It’s not that she lacked suitors, but that she has some expectations and none of the guys who went after her convinced her.
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EhWahEhWah
Bro Lakland!
You also got follow this model on Instagram ah?
She damn pretty sia!
For those interested in this model @lovelynnc
Wah eh, i didn’t know her name… Hahaha… Just saw this pic in some random website and thought the face resembled Tingting a bit in that angle, and the body spot on, so i kop the picture to post. But after see her pic on instagram, feel that Tingting slightly more asian looking.
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Her expectations have to be similar to yours if not i think she no feel for them.. Her expectations very high de due to what TS have been giving her.. Hehe
During the trip, we talked a lot. Basically, she is more down to earth. “Rich so what?” is what she says. She hates people who flaunt their wealth or think that just because their status or wealth is higher, then they can yaya and superior to others. This is the main reason why the guys in her cohort failed to win her over. Nothing against docs, but most of the guys who went after her were quite elitist.
Possibly our connection also strong because technically, i was her first love, and also the one to take her virginity. But although things seem good and headed to a fairytale ending now, there are storms ahead.
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Continuing from the sports bar, we paid up and left, heading towards dinner location
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I pulled out the map and navigated up north for 1.5km. Tingting held my arm all the way and smiled. “Hey, remember I’m your wife for this trip!” she reminded me. I patted her hand on my arm a couple of times and smiled back. The walk was brief. We came to our destination after 20mins. Thip Samai Pad Thai. Despite it being a weekday, there was already a queue forming, and we quickly jumped into the end of the queue. In 10mins, we were seated down and we both ordered the omelette wrapped pad thai, as well as freshly squeezed orange juice to go along with the noodles. Widely rated as one of the best pad thais in BKK, we were not disappointed. The wok hei was strong and the pad thai was extremely yummy (I went back last year, the standard drop a bit, but it’s still very good). We ordered a third plate to share and we finished it too.
Having satisfied our tummies, we got out to the road and hailed a cab back to the hotel. We took a slow, sensual shower, then we watched a movie on HBO and drank beer together and ate some snacks that we had picked up along the way back. When it was 11pm, we headed out again. Tingting had specially inserted this next destination, because she wouldn’t go to such a place without me. We boarded a cab and headed to patpong. Yes, Tingting wanted to watch a tiger show with me. She was quite intrigued by how they could do those things with their vaginas. Having not had the chance to come to such a place with her friends previously, she jumped at the chance now that it’s only me and her. Furthermore, with me around, she felt safer to venture to these places.
We alighted and walked arm in arm along the street, looking left and right to see which club to go into. Scores of scantily-clad Thai girls called out to us, nvm that Tingting was clinging on to me tightly. A couple of kathoeys even came up and pulled my other arm, asking me to go ‘boom boom’ with them. Tingting scowled at them and pulled me away. I patted her hand and told her it’s normal, just need to keep walking and ignore them. She continued to give a sour face to anyone who tried to approach me, never letting my arm go at all.
Eventually, we settled on a club that looked the most modern. A bevy of Thai girls came and ushered us in and we requested to sit near the stage. The girl nodded and led us to a table that was near the stage and had an unobstructed view. She informed us that there was a minimum amount spent to sit there, and we looked at the menu. No problem, we would easily hit that amount. We ordered a jug of beer and started drinking. The next show was in 20minutes, and right now, there were girls pole dancing and stripping depending on the amount of tips they received.
Tingting held onto my hand.
Tingting: You can see, but you cannot touch!
Me: Hahaha… then why you bring me to such a place?
Tingting: To
SEE
the tiger show.
Me: But you know the girls sure get physical here one mah…
Tingting: They can try… Lao Niang here, they dare to try they better prepare to die…
Me: What if one comes and starts to blow me?
Tingting: I will shove my foot into her mouth and ask her to blow that instead.
Me: What if it’s ladyboy?
Tingting: I’ll let him be, since you need a poke in the ass.
Me: Wah… like that play arh?
Tingting: You asked for it! And I as your wife agree to let you take it in the ass, so the ladyboy no holds barred.
Me: Ok ok… dowan ladyboy…
Tingting: Then want who?
Me: *sings* On-ly you~~~
Tingting laughed out loud and smack my arm. We continued to drink our beer as we watched the girls poledance. The chairs we were seating on were large, so Tingting shifted over to share the same chair as me and took the opportunity to lean on me as I hugged her. The girls, seeing how she was so close to me, mostly dared not come over to disturb us. Only a couple dared to run their hands on my shoulders as they walked past, drawing a snarl from Tingting.
The music died down as the dance performance ended. A couple of guys ran out carrying a mat with a large selection of items on it. I assumed that it was for the tiger show later. A man came up to the stage and he spoke in rapid fire Thai, and tried to speak English, but failed terribly. Tingting kept laughing at his incoherent English.
The man went backstage and a rather average looking girl emerged, full of feathers and what nots. She strutted her stuff on the stage and did a slow striptease, as some angmohs threw USD notes on the stage. Once her clothes were all off, she went behind the mat with all the items, and she sat down on the floor. For an hour, we were entertained by her amazing pussy.
All sorts of unimaginable things happened. She smoked a cigarette with her pussy, inserted razor blades into it and pulled it out, without getting cut or bleeding. She used her pussy to shoot blowdarts at balloons held by volunteers. She used her pussy to suck up a whole bottle of beer, then unloaded it all onto 3 ang mohs who opened their mouth under her pussy. She even inserted a live mouse or hamster into her pussy, and popped the poor thing out. And it scurried away in fright, only to be caught by a stagehand and placed back into its tiny cage. She pushed an orange into her pussy, and squeezed orange juice out into a glass, which a jap businessman paid for and drank down. Of course, there was the obligatory ping pong balls, which she shot into cups, beer pong style.
By the time the show ended. Tingting’s eyes were wide opened and she was speechless. We paid for the drinks, and were lucky the amount we ordered met their ‘cover charge’ for the seats and the show. We headed out into the streets, Tingting held my arm tightly. She was tired already, yawning every now and then. We made our way to the main road, dodging touts, girls, and ladyboys. Managed to hail a cab and we went back to the hotel. We took off all our clothes the moment the door closed and collapsed onto the bed. A short session soon ensued and I unloaded into her again. We talked about the show, with Tingting marveling at what the girl did, and she was totally incredulous that those things can be done. We shared some laughs and she flatly refused my suggestion that she could train herself to do what the girl did. The night ended with her sprawled on top of me and us snoring.
Wednesday
My phone alarm rang at 9.30am. I was determined to make it for the hotel breakfast, afterall, I had paid for it and it’ll be stupid not to take advantage of it. I kissed Tingting on her neck and nudged her, asking her to wake up, but all she did was to take the spare pillow and cover her face. I continued to nudge her, and she continued to ignore me, asking me to go away.
Me: Ok, you say one arh, I going off liao, byebye…
Tingting immediately turned over and pulled my arm as I pretended to get up.
Tingting: Noooo….. I kidding… Stay…
I did not stay. I continued to get up and walked away from the bed, pulling her along with me since she gripped my arm tightly. The blanket and the pillows all fell onto the floor, and she almost fell too, half dangling outside of the bed. She panicked and started squirming. Wrong move.
Squirming made her lose whatever grip her legs had on the bed, since her CG was already out of the bed. Her butt slipped off the bed and she landed on her butt on the floor.
Tingting: OUCH!!!!!
I stopped pulling her, and went to check if she was alright. Ended up, I got hit by a barrage of smacks.
Tingting: You idiot!!! Why you make me fall down?!!!
Me: You dowan to wake up mah….
She glared at me angrily and demanded that I carry her to the bathroom, which I duly did. Her breasts leaned against my chest and I could see her nipples were erected.
I carried her into the bathroom and headed for the shower, turning it on after I let her feet down. The blast of cold water startled her and she hugged me tight while shivering. I adjusted the temperature and soon the water heated up. We had a nice steamy shower to freshen ourselves up. Not much hanky panky except a bit of teasing. Me pinching her nipples lightly while she flicked my dick with her fingers.
After we were done with the shower, we brushed our teeth and headed to the restaurant for our breakfast. One thing bad about the Baiyoke Sky breakfast was that the bacon and sausages were not savoury. In fact, they were sweet. Can you imagine? Sweet bacon and sausages? Bacon and sausages were supposed to be kiam kiam one, but this one totally no kiamness! I ended up eating 2 omelettes and some pad thai, along with a few other stuff. Fresh fruits were plenty, and Tingting and I ate our fill. Must stack up on all the anti-oxidants we can.
After breakfast, we headed straight back to the suite to prepare for the day’s activity. We packed our bags and we headed out. Today is gonna be yet another day of walking, as we headed to the elevated walkways that followed Bangkok’s MRT. Our first target location was MBK.
Once at MBK, Tingting took the lead and we went level by level, checking out more clothes and other stuffs. Naturally, she bought a few more pieces of clothing. At 2pm, we finally breaked for lunch. We headed to MK steamboat and ordered a whole lot of food, including roast duck and roast pork platter. So much cheaper than Coca in Singapore! We ate to our fill, and then we went shopping in the supermarket. Facial cleanser is so much cheaper in Thailand as well, I bought at least 8 tubes and dumped them in my bag, while Tingting bought 2 packs of Nestle Thai iced milk tea. We continued to walk around the shops that we missed out earlier, and then we started to walk back to the hotel, stopping by at Siam Paragon and then Central World.
At each of these shopping centers, we walked them from top to bottom, and Tingting never failed to acquire new loots every now and then. As her bag filled up, my bag become her loot sack. To her credit, she often bought street snacks along the way and fed me, not forgetting holding my hand or arm all the way, never missing a beat. By the time we made it back to the hotel, my bag was totally full, and it was 5.30pm.
I unpacked our bags and sorted out her loots and mine, while she went to take a shower. I had just 1 pair of jeans and 2 t-shirts. The rest were all hers. Dresses, shirts, shorts, pants, skirts, tops, bras and panties even, because underwear is cheaper in Thailand than in Singapore. I have to say that her pick of underwear was extremely to my liking, and I can’t wait to see her try them on. When she came out, she was surprised that everything was already arranged nicely and I went in to shower. She began to pack her loots into her luggage, so as to estimate how much space was left. It wasn’t much, and she grinned at me when I came out, saying she may need to tompang my luggage space.
We left the hotel at 6.30pm, heading to a restaurant nearby which was recommended by the hotel staff. We had asked for authentic Thai food, not the tourist trap kind, and they drew out a crude map for us. When we reached the place, we found that it was a large house, about 3 storeys and like those old style private housing. It certainly wasn’t what we expected, because this looked exactly like a lavish tourist trap. We entered the restaurant and were ushered to a table. I took a good look around and noticed while it seems like a tourist trap, most of the customers were actually Thais in business wear. Once again, we were handed a menu that was totally in Thai. Luckily, they had a menu specially printed in English as well. I let Tingting do the ordering, and she made her choices quickly. Thai green curry chicken, seafood tomyum soup, salt baked fish, marinated pork collar and some vegetables.
Me: I thought you would order something that was, less common… hahaha.. All these we can find back in Singapore.
Tingting: But Singapore one not authentic!
Me: Maybe the Singapore one got some is Thai chef cooked one leh?
Tingting: Different feel! Anyway! You asked me to choose, and I did, so you listen to your wife!!!
Game over for me. How to rebut that argument? Lol… I asked the waiter over and ordered 2 glasses of house red. When the wine came, I raised my glass and so did Tingting, and we took a sip of the wine. She kept staring at me.
Me: Why you keep staring at me? I shy please….
Tingting: Cos seldom get to see you, so stare longer lor… God knows when I’ll be able to spend time with you again like this. Maybe have to wait until your gf go overseas again.
Her words struck a chord in me. I didn’t know how to feel, cos too many emotions at the same time. I was happy because Tingting misses me, and wants to spend time with me. Sad because after this holiday, not sure when can spend time like this with her again. Guilty because I’m effectively cheating on Kim. Lousy because it’s like I can’t give Tingting what she wants now.
As I thought about all those, Tingting continued staring at me. Then she stretched out a hand to touch mine.
Tingting: Jun, it’s okay. I’ll wait till the situation is right. I’ll wait for my turn. Don’t worry. I won’t push you. I won’t stress you.
Sounds eerily familiar to what Ann said initially.
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kenichi808
Wah so many girls waiting for TS, maybe can consider 三妻四妾, haha, kidding..
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Spud_Boy
perhaps if happened in the old times, TS would have done so liaoz…
If i could, i would. Definitely. No doubt about it. But alas, can only choose one.
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solarflare
Nice story.. i can imagine how bad u would feel when tingring told ya that..
It feels like someone smashed their hand into your ribcage, grabbed your heart, and ripped it out of your body, then stabbing it with a butter knife a million times, so that it isn’t just a momentary sharp pain, but it has a long, dull aching that lasts. And because you have your hands and feet tied, there’s nothing you can do. Totally helpless.
Sorry for the long wait bros, had a busy week at work cos closing some deals. Finally, got another long weekend and i bought tickets to BKK for my wife and I! Wooohoooo! Post about BKK liao, then suddenly got the feel to go, so my parents agreed to help take care of my two little devils and free my wife and i to take another trip!
Anyway, enjoy the update below! My next update will likely come on Wednesday when i return after pigging out in BKK with my wife!
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Previously on My SYT Korean Coursemate/Neighbour
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Tingting: Jun, it’s okay. I’ll wait till the situation is right. I’ll wait for my turn. Don’t worry. I won’t push you. I won’t stress you.
Sounds eerily familiar to what Ann said initially.
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. My tongue seems to have been tied. Thankfully, the waiter saved me, as he brought out the first dish, and 2 bowls of rice. The Thai green curry chicken smells extremely nice. It tastes even better. The chicken was tender, and the curry was a nice blend. Not too spicy, but heavy in flavor. Tingting scooped almost half the curry onto her rice. We tucked into the food hungrily, the topic before forgotten for now. Instead, we talked about what to do for the rest of the night, and the plans for the next day.
We will take a walk around after dinner, then after our food has digested, we will head for a full body massage. The fishing guide has already gotten back to me. He will come down and pick us up at 8am, then he will drive up to Ratchburi area, which is about 2hr drive. All the gears are provided for.
We proceeded to the massage parlours when we finished our after-dinner walk. There were 2 massage parlours along the row near Baiyoke Sky. We picked one of them and we took a 60min full body massage each. We were led to the second floor where there were mattresses on the floor and the partitions were curtains. We were told to disrobe, and the masseuse covered our lower body with the towels and began the massage. It really felt damn good after the past few days of walking and carrying Tingting’s loots. I could feel all the knots loosening up. 30mins into the massage, I heard a soft snore from the neighbouring partition, where Tingting was. I grinned to myself as the masseuse remarked in broken English. “Sir, sleep, your wife.” Her masseuse and my masseuse giggled.
Then my masseuse asked me to sit up, and she proceeded to crack my bones. Damn shiok. I asked if they did juagen, they said they don’t provide such service there, but if I wanted, she can give me an address to somewhere else that did. I declined, as I didn’t want to explain anything should Tingting ask what that piece of paper was for. Tingting’s masseuse woke Tingting up to start on her bone cracking.
The hour was soon up. They left Tingting and I to dress up. I pulled open the curtain that separated us and stared at her as she picked up her bra to put it on. She looked at me as the curtain parted and she stared for a while more before she got on with wearing her bra. Her eyes signaled a warning.
You’re gonna get it later.
We paid up for the massage, and we made our way back to the hotel. The moment we entered the door, she pulled me to the bed and pushed me down on it, then she climbed on me and our clothes flew off. It was a savage as fuck love making session, with her taking the lead. I came in her twice that night and we hugged each other to sleep.
Thursday
Being on holiday, it was extremely difficult to wake up at 6am. What was difficult for me, was almost impossible for Tingting.I had managed to sit up on bed by 6.15am, but all Tingting did was to wrap herself up with the comforter, not like sushi, but like bazhang this time. Fully covered. I poked and prodded the white bazhang, and managed to get a few groans out of it. I continued, not planning to stop until I totally piss Tingting off or she wakes up of her own accord.
More groans and some mild expletives were mumbled as I continued my prodding. Seeing no real progress, I felt her body through the comforter, and my hands located her waist. I pinched her waist and she flipped the comforter up and away and glared at me with anger. With a roar, she pounced on me and pinched my nipples.
Tingting: WHY YOU DON’T LET LAO NIANG SLEEP?!
Me: Time to wake up already lah! If not later we late! Still need eat breakfast somemore! Ouccchhh!!!!
Tingting twisted my nipples. Two can play at this game. I slipped my hands under hers and pinched and twisted her nipples too. She immediately released mine and swept my hands away and guarded her boobs. She continued to glare at me. Then she groaned and fell back onto the bed. Rubbing the bed, she lamented. “I’m so gonna miss this bed for two days…”
I climbed on top of her, and gave her a kiss, which she returned. Our hands naturally enclosed around each other’s back in an embrace, and our kissing became more passionate. We could feel this going somewhere, and Tingting stopped me.
Tingting: Don’t we need to get ready? If not we will be late?
Me: We can always forego breakfast… or… have ‘breakfast’ in bed…
Tingting: You naughty boy…
She pulled my head down and we resume the frenching. I lowered my hips and my erected dick pushed against her pussy. She was a bit wet at the entrance, but not wet enough. I pushed upwards a bit, and instead of poking into her, my dick slid downwards towards her ass, sliding across her pussy. She moaned. As I moved up, I brought my lips to her ears, and I tickled her ears with the tip of my tongue. My fingers deftly rubbed and stimulate Tingting’s perky brown nipples. She squirmed, but not away from me. Instead, she brought her ears closer to my lips, and she pushed her breasts up into my palms. I squeezed her breasts with my hands, but my thumb and index finger were still latched onto her nipples, gently squeezing, and gently rubbing. Our body temperature seem to soar, and the immediate vincinity became hot and heavy with our breaths.
I kept pushing my hips up and down, and my dick slid up and down the outside of her pussy, spreading the juices that were flowing freely from her pussy. In one of such teasing, my dick caught the entrance of her love hole and slipped right in. “OHhhhhhhhhhh…..” Tingting moaned as she lifted her head. My tongue continued to lick and tickle her ear, and my hands never stopped groping her tender breasts. I thrusted in and out of her slowly, sensually. Her hands reached behind my back and she locked them.
What followed was a deliberate, sensual, love-making session. Her hands caressed my back, and her lips eagerly met mine and engaged in a tongue twisting duel. Every thrust brought moans to my ears. Our bodies were instruments, instruments that brought out a delicate symphony of erotic sex. We arched and flexed our bodies in perfect symphony. The piak piak piaks were like the drum beats, setting the tempo. Our bodies slid against each other, as the perspiration made us sleek. I traced my tongue from her ears down the side of her face, and lingered at her neck for a while, nibbling her neck, before I traced my tongue down to her breasts.
The thrusting of my hips continued unabated. My mouth began work on her breasts. I kissed her nipples and nibbled on them. This simple act drew a squeal from Tingting and she squirmed some more. It wasn’t long before she gripped my hips with her legs. The change in angle allowed my dick to enter her fully. Her moans became longer, louder, and her panting intensified. She no longer kept her eyes on me, instead, she whipped her head back onto the pillow and moaned freely. That was when I first felt it. One jerk. Then a couple of thrusts further, a second jerk, and then a third. Tingting grabbed my head and pulled me up to face her.
Tingting: CUM WITH ME!!! URRGGHH!!!!
She put her hands around my back and pulled me down on her. I intensified the action below, and after a few minutes of grunting and moaning, I exploded inside her and collapsed on her. Our bodies were sticky from the perspiration and we were exhausted. We lay there for 10minutes, hugging and caressing. I gathered enough strength to get up and I took a look at the clock. 7.15am. Tingting saw too. The both of us jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom to shower and brush our teeth.
By 8am, we entered the lobby with our overnight bag, dressed in fishing attire. Arm sleeves all on, caps, buffs hanging around our necks, and oakleys all on. Luckily this was before all that terrorism in BKK bullshit. Cos honestly, if we had put on our buffs, we would look super suspicious.
The fishing guide, John, was a Singaporean who relocated to Bangkok and ran a fishing tour business. He pulled up in front of the hotel in his MPV, and came out to say hi to us. It was obvious who we were, in the attire that we wore. We shook hands and introduced ourselves.