I awoke to a strange sensation. I assumed a gross insect crawled in my hair; screw Asian cockroaches, I thought as I opened my eyes.
No bug, it was Porn's fingers!
I adjusted to my surroundings: a hotel room dominated by white concrete walls.
Although an uninspiring room layout, Porn straddled me, bringing excitement to the blandness. I remembered her name by association. She ran her hands through my hair again. Well, more a sensual raking of her nails, almond-shaped and unpainted. My hair was cut short, a sensible tropical travel choice.
I thought, pleasant, sweetie, there's no time for flirting. You have real work to do.
I rolled her over, pushed her panties aside, and fingered her fast. She was a notch wetter than yesterday, courtesy of me being steadier. Speedy penetration ensued as I released my wad into her tight tube. No downtime cuddle or thank you offered as I finished; I hit the shower first.
As I left the bathroom, Porn sidled me to enter. While she showered, I planned my day. Beyond sex, as an on-tap given, I wished to tour the city—to take in its history and culture. Then it hit me! What about my night lady? Leave her lying on the bed all day?
So, first things first, after we dressed, I led Porn to breakfast in the hotel restaurant. She wore her cut-off jeans and a fresh T-shirt. I wore light pants and a thin cotton short-sleeved shirt.
I ordered eggs and bacon with coffee and toast. I overlooked offering her a choice. She ate it without any murmur of dissent. I looked beyond her as I drank my coffee; I noticed an advertisement for day tours around the city.
Following breakfast, I told her my plans for the day. I wanted to go on a specific tour since it caught my eye. A day tour of The Ancient City covered my interest in architecture and heritage.
Being a tad above an arsehole, I bought two tickets at the reception. I showed them to Porn as the vouchers were multi-issued in Thai and English. My decision surprised her as her face brightened in a sudden, sweet, youthful beam.
We idled in the foyer, awaiting our minibus tour. I scrutinised countless foreign guys controlling their escorts. They patted rumps, squeezed butt cheeks, and disappeared to the hotel elevators.
The doorman informed us that our tour van had arrived.
Taking her hand, I ushered Porn through the open sliding door and followed Porn inside the vehicle. The middle-aged lady escorting the tour, startled, nearly choked. Her goggling eyes and faux-cough indicated she believed a street girl out of place.
In the second it takes to summarise an individual- the first impression- I saw the tour escort — bunned dark hair and a knee-length blue dress. The city's sex tourism was something she didn't confront daily or directly. A white barrette held her hair in place as she removed a curling lip when she saw me behind Porn.
I wondered, how does she know?
Then I recognised the obvious: Porn's super short pants and me, a young foreign guy. The tour lady withdrew incredulity, careful not to offend her meal ticket, as she politely indicated our seats. My mind mulled uneasily as the van moved into traffic. I held Porn's hand for comfort.
I weighed a blind eye turned when screwing a call girl in private, scrutiny if escorted in the public eye.
The rest of the tour group minded their business as we drove through Bangkok. The drive became another eye-opener, that of traffic chaos. The humidity hit outside the van as we arrived at The Ancient City.
We embarked on free-roaming until our afternoon pick-up. Porn and I wandered a heritage site of astonishing wonders—stupas, temples, statues, and ornamental lakes adorned with water lilies.
We paused in a crumbling structure to decipher faded painted images on a plastered wall. My fore-finger shaped images; Porn modelled them, too. Our arms and fingers arched, arced, bent, and flowed 'til our hands clipped mid-air.
I goofed and tapped her shoulders. Porn's eyes crinkled at the corners, followed by a flash of her teeth. As I relaxed, we rambled ruins as sidekicks clowning and all hi-jinks, hiding behind pillars and walls.
I now appreciate the role company plays in new places we visit. The best remembered are the locales we share with another.
We broke our sightseeing for lunch.
On Porn's initiative, she urged me to buy hawker food. We divided a steaming bowl as two friends would whilst on an outing.
I lifted and cupped my hand to waft the delicious smells. My taste buds were aroused. I enjoyed fresh sliced chicken in a sweet, spicy noodle broth. The coriander and lemongrass provided a flavour blast. My actual polite self emerged as we ate together.
Once she finished her noodles, Porn brought sliced honeydew to share. I watched as her small, lipped mouth enjoyed a slice. My eyes followed as a juice trickle escaped to her chin. She used the back of her hand to wipe it. I grinned directly at her.
Her girlish beam returned, and I accepted it graciously. She gave me a slice of ripe honeydew, and the natural sugars stuck to our fingers. Her eyes followed me as I ate, juice dribbling down my chin. She used a finger to smudge the excess on my jaw. Her gesture was a pleasant, brief surprise.
We wandered in the remnants of palaces and temples. Our guide gathered and called a close on sightseeing; the past settled as ruins behind us. We rejoined the minibus. The return journey presented bumper-to-bumper traffic to the hotel. I let her head rest on my shoulder.
As we entered the hotel, a contrary version of myself emerged.
My ego ratcheted my lust drive.
She adjusted professionally.
The closeness of our wandering through the ruins disappeared.
Porn switched to a passive and submissive Miss as she stripped naked in a hotel room. A swell of enjoyment sprouted and erupted from my loins. I was so tired that I slept without showering.
Natural light brightened the room when I awoke. I tuned in fast to my goal for the day: to hump her brains out until I underwent a brain fade.
Her name? It's sex; it's Porn.
I desired her as breakfast, urging her to the dominant position.
She straddled my chest. Her ensuing manoeuvre eclipsed boyish cravings.
Porn scraped her long fingernails across my nipples, engulfing them. Her fingers sunk into my chest as heaven rooted to the earth. The scratching integrated a tickle, a fiery tingle. It lingered as her nails moved to my chest and circled back to my nipples.
My areola retained a tenderness under her touch. She renewed the scoring using the pointed tip of her nail. Before this, I hadn't appreciated her sculpted nails, but now, they were all I could think about.
Pleasure rolled in waves across my chest. The ceiling fan maintained its rapid swirl above our heads as Porn gifted me a sublime indulgence. It became flinching rapture, near unbearable in pleasure within its repetition. Joy built each time she returned to my nipples and supplemented the lingering bliss. She scratched, tweaked, rubbed, and pinched, creating anguish as delight.
Porn, I dwelt on her name.
Hell, I confronted myself.
Keep your distance. You can't love a lady of the night!
Everything changed as I continued to deny it.
Fingernails altered my life.
My nipples trembled and quivered under a final, tremulous touch. The spot below my belt needed no extra satisfaction.
Fingernails answered every desire. She stopped. I gazed at her.
Light-hearted, I invited, "Let's have breakfast."
We dressed.
Opening my travel bag, I selected a fresh outfit. Porn wore her cut pants and the T-shirt from yesterday.
Together, exiting the room, swinging hands and heading to the elevator, slipping naturally into a confined space within the lift.
We stayed delighted in each other for no other reason than being young.
Straying tight to the corner, but not because anyone else entered.
We flowed as a unit, fingers interlocked.
I focused on her widening eyes as she raised her face to me.
For the first time, I beheld their grace— dark brown and gentle
We kissed, tongue tips shared, and it shaped pleasant.
You're an absolute prick; I ticked off my selfish theft.
My heartbeat stayed steady, along with the shaft in my pants.
I bowed over her shoulder, avoiding her eyes.
It's not love, thank God, I tried to tell myself.