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Mekong interlude
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I was in Nongkhai, the small town on the Mekong River that faces Laos. I was with a ladyboy friend, Anne, and Anne’s mother. It was a bit of a family outing, as Anne’s GG sister was living in Nongkhai, and we had all gone up to visit her.
The four of us were wandering along the main street of this little town, which runs alongside the river. There is a temple at one end, and we had a look around there. There is also a small streetmarket, where we spent a short while. But really, there isn’t much to do at Nongkhai except admire the river, and the view of Laos on the other side of the brown, slow-moving water.
It was still only 11am, and we were just killing time before going for lunch at one of the restaurants that are perched on stilts above the river. The local specialty is catfish, and we were looking forward to that.
Suddenly Anne whispered in my ear: “I very horny!”
Well, so was I. That goes without saying, really. But I wasn’t sure what to do about it.
Anne resolved the problem. Arranging to meet Ma and sister in the restaurant a bit later, she led the way to the end of the main street, and down a little footpath to the water’s edge. There was a clump of trees there. We moved amongst them. We couldn’t be seen from the path or from the water.
And there I took out Anne’s lovely long wand of a dick. She was a good-looking girl, but her dick was extra-special, curving upwards strongly from a thick base to an almost pointed head. At the same time she unzipped me. It didn’t need much effort from either side, the pressure of warm hands and rhythmic pulling, combined with the exotic surroundings and the feeling of exhibitionism acting together to create an intense explosion of sensation almost simultaneously.
When we got back onto the main street, I bought a copy of the Bangkok Post from a street stall to hide the big wet patch on my thigh where Anne had shot a load. Then we went to meet mother.
“Did you have a nice time?” the old dear asked pleasantly.
Yes, thank you, mother.
Posted: July 25th, 2009 under General.
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Jeepers…
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A couple of weeks ago I was in Pattaya, and I hired a jeep. Anyone who has been to this oceanside city will know exactly what I mean by “jeep”. These are locally fabricated bodies mounted on a pickup chassis, and with their overblown design and size plus their garish paintwork they look like a jeep on steroids.
Personally, I don’t much like these things. Apart from looking like Hell on wheels, they drive badly. They are sloppy to handle, and I don’t have much confidence in the maintenance work they receive. I remember once putting my foot on the brake as we approached a traffic light, and the driver’s seat shot backwards and nearly had me flat on my back.
But they do photograph well. Especially with a ladyboy in the frame. And I wanted to take young Suzie from Hi! Boss bar out for a spin and some photo taking in the countryside: you can find plenty of greenery and little lanes just outside the city limits.
So off we went, and I eventually found a field where I could park the jeep under some trees and get busy with the camera. I photographed her in the jeep, with her pants down, and in various poses. Then I wanted her to jack off. And she needed no encouragement by this time: I had been having trouble stopping her until I was ready for that sequence.
So she sprawled back in the driver’s seat and began. She has a good, big, thick dick, even though she is not an especially big girl. I got busy with the camera. She began to approach the magic moment.
Then I heard voices. I looked along the little path that ran between the trees, and there were two farm workers approaching. Now, although this is Thailand, there are some things you don’t do in public, and one of them is sit in your car wanking off.
I looked at Suzie, and just at that moment she shot a huge load. So much in fact that it spurted right over her face.
She managed to flip her skirt over her hot sticky dick and compose herself just in time, as the two workers passed the jeep with a cheery “sawadee kap!”
“Sawadee ka!” she replied.
It was only when the two workers were out of earshot that I pointed out to Suzie that she still had cum all over her hair and dripping off her chin.
Posted: June 8th, 2009 under General.
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Cop that!
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A couple of weeks ago I was driving along the main road in Phuket, the one that runs along the centre of the island, with a ladyboy friend beside me.
It was early afternoon, and we were off to do a photoshoot. I had met the girl on a couple of occasions before, and knew she was a bit of a tease. But even so, I was a bit surprised, as we were driving along, when she hitched up her skirt, wriggled her panties halfway down, and pulled out her cock. She had a good hard-on, and she laughed out loud at my reaction – very properly keeping my eyes on the road, yet desperate to see what she was doing.
She began to jerk off slowly, laughing as she did so. I was just about to tell her to go easy, as I didn’t want her to cum until I was taking the photos, when we ran into a police block.
This was at the junction where you turn to head over the mountains to the coastal resort of Patong. The police often hang around here because you get a lot of farangs riding on motorcycles or motorcycle taxis without wearing crash hats, and you also get some tourists driving hire cars without the proper documentation.
I was sure that my girl was going to be caught with her pants down, because the police had been almost invisible until we got up to where they were. In horror, I glanced sideways towards her as I wound down the window. The policeman’s face peered in. Yet all he saw was a farang with an attractive young girl who was sitting demurely gazing out the window. I handed over my licence and documentation. Everything was in order. The policeman saluted, grinned, and waved us on.
I looked over at my girl. “You managed to put that away fast,” I said, in great relief. She flicked up her skirt, carelessly. Her dick was lying there, flopped over the top of her knickers.
“Lucky didn’t have to get out of car,” she commented.
The funny thing was, the encounter must have shaken her more than she cared to admit, because it took her quite a while when we got to the hotel room to coax her dick back into life again.
Posted: March 29th, 2009 under General.
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