Story 4
Summary:
Pete, nineteen years old, virgin. He's just arrived in Thailand, and he's keen to explore the country and hopes to get to know some of the women. On his first night, he's out for a walk on the beach when a chance encounter introduces him to just how good things can be.
Carly, mid twenties. She's a local girl, and when she sees Pete, she's suddenly very interested in what could unfold as she invites him for a night swim.
Asian, virgin, oral, sixty-nine, blow jobs, pussy licking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking.
By the time Pete had got off the plane, he had felt exhausted. He also felt as though he needed a good shower, and as the taxi made its way to the airport, he found himself torn over whether or not he should just collapse on the bed in his hotel room when he finally arrived or whether he should make the time to have a quick shower first. He told himself that he should make the time to have a shower, that he would feel much better for it, as the taxi weaved its way through the busy streets, and he found himself looking around and taking in the views.
It was then that it really hit him that he had finally arrived in Thailand, and he felt some of his tiredness leaving him as he looked out of the window at the streets passing him by.
He had decided to start his travels on one of the islands, rather than spending any time in Bangkok when he first arrived, even though it meant taking an extra flight. He had told himself that he was from a city back home, and he wanted a change of scenery to start his travels. Bangkok could wait, he told himself as he planned out his trip.
As he had boarded that final flight, he had wondered if he had made a mistake after all, and maybe he should have taken a few days to recover from the long flights and get his jetlag under control.
However, now, when he caught a glimpse of the white sands of the beach and the beautiful, clear blue ocean beyond it, he suddenly felt a wave of excitement, and a lot of his tiredness seemed to fall away from him. He was here, it was really happening, and he couldn't wait to get started.
All the same, by the time he checked into his hotel, he felt that his tiredness had returned once more.
He decided to take a shower first before going to bed for a couple of hours, and it certainly felt good to get under the hot water and feel the grime of the past day of traveling wash away.
He closed his eyes as the water washed over him and thought about the reality of his situation, a reality that he could still scarcely believe. He had made it! He was in Thailand! And this was just the start of his travels. There was still so much for him to see.
He was only nineteen years old, and some people had told him that this was too much for him to do on his own at that age. They had told him that he should consider going with a tour group or waiting till he could find someone else who would go with him, perhaps someone more well-traveled than he was. The truth was that he had never even left the country before, so this was a big leap into the unknown for him. But he had done his research, and he was confident in the choices that he'd made.
His confidence went beyond just the way that he had planned out this trip, however. In general, he was someone who carried themselves through life with a great deal of confidence. And, all things considered, it made sense that this was the case for him. At nineteen years old, he was a good-looking, popular guy, and he felt as though he could do anything that he wanted. Wherever he went, he felt that people were naturally drawn to him, and whenever he walked into a room, he always felt sure that he would be able to connect with someone, that people would want to get to know him.
It helped that he was tall and well-built. He had a commanding physical presence with his broad shoulders and muscular body. He had broad shoulders, and He was also very handsome, with a strong jawline, deep, dark eyes, clear skin, an easy smile, and short, dark hair. Wherever he went, he seemed to draw the attention of women, and it was something that had become natural to him.
However, there was something more to this situation, something that he had managed to keep secret from everyone else that he knew, because it was something that left him feeling strangely embarrassed, even though he told himself that it was nothing particularly out of the ordinary. The fact was that at nineteen years old, he was, somehow, still a virgin.
He'd had a long-term girlfriend since high school who kept telling him that they would wait till the time was right, and he had always thought that the right time had to be coming soon. However, when she had gone away to college, she had told him that she thought they should break up. He had been devastated, and it had also occurred to him that he had waited all this time, and now he was going to get nothing. He was due to head to college the following year, and he was worried that he'd go there a virgin and people would somehow pick up on it immediately. He had also heard rumors that his ex was making up for lost time herself now that she was at college, and the whole situation had filled him with anger and a sense of self-pity that he wanted to get rid of.
Therefore, he had put his plans into action, traveling. He had told himself that he was going to have plenty of time to meet someone while he was away and, even if it didn't happen, he would at the very least have some interesting stories to tell people when he went away to college. He told himself that would be enough to get him through, and no one would find out that he was a virgin. He told himself that he'd be able to work through the whole situation.
But, in truth, he had to admit that the idea of meeting someone while he was here excited him.
There had been a girl at the airport, for example, who had gotten off the same flight as him. He had been stunned by how beautiful she was, and the idea of seeing her again, away from the airport, when he'd had a shower and a nap and freshened up, excited him.
She was a local girl. She had light brown skin that looked absolutely flawless. She was incredibly beautiful. She was taller than most of the local women he had seen, with long, slender legs. She was wearing a short dress that showed off her legs and also showed off her incredible body. She was slim and athletic, with good-sized breasts. She didn't seem to be wearing a bra, and as she walked, he watched her breasts bouncing wonderfully in her dress.
She had long, black hair and a slightly oval face with beautiful features. Her eyes were almond-shaped and dark, she was smiling to herself with a beautiful smile, her cheeks were dimpled, and her skin positively glowed.
She had walked past him and glanced at him, looking him up and down for a moment, and he had felt his heart beat faster, the color go to his cheeks.
And then she was gone.
But that didn't stop him from thinking about her.
As he stood in the shower, the hot water cascading over him, his thoughts went to her once more.
He felt his cock stiffening and smiled to himself. She had certainly made quite an impression on him; there was no doubt about that.
He thought about what it would be like if he saw her now, in the same hotel as him. He thought about casually saying hello to her, asking her, “Weren’t we on the same flight earlier?”
He thought about them chatting casually to one another, about how he would quickly realize that she was as into him as he was into her. He'd ask her if she wanted to go for a coffee. He thought about how naturally the conversation would flow, and then about how she would look at him with intensity, her eyes locked on his, and he would look back at her in the same way, till they both looked away, laughing. And they would both know exactly where this was all leading.
At some point, they would look into one another's eyes, and they would both know that the time was right. They would head back to the hotel, both of them knowing that they wouldn't be going to their rooms alone.
Then, he’d ask her, as casually as possible.
“Would you like to come back to my room? Or maybe we could…”
But before he could finish that second question, she would be nodding. She would step forward, taking hold of one of his hands, and then she would lean in closer, kissing him slowly on the lips.
Then he’d be leading her back to his room. He thought about how excited he would be. It was happening, it was really happening!
Then they’d be in his room. He’d turn to her expectantly. What now?
And then she'd come in closer, putting her arms around his shoulders, and then his hands would be on her waist, and they'd be kissing slowly, passionately, their lips locked together, their tongues coming together.
He'd feel the wonderful curves of her slender waist, and he'd pull her to him, feeling her body against his
One of her hands would stay on the back of his head, her fingers pushing through his hair, while her other hand would go to one of his arms, massaging one of his large biceps, before moving to the front of his body, feeling more of him through his T-shirt.
His hands would move up and down her waist and then one of them would go to one of her arms, stroking her soft skin, before going behind her, moving up her back to the base of her neck and then moving back down again, resting on the small of her back, wanting to grab her ass but wanting to take his time as well, to appreciate the moment.
Then, she’d step back from him. She’d smile at him with a wicked little smile that would tell him that he was in for a very good time. She’d grab hold of one of his hands and lead him over to the bed.
Then, she’d push him back onto it.
He'd pull himself back to the pillows as she looked at him, and then she'd climb onto the bed as well, on her knees and looking down at him.
Then, she’d bend down to him, kissing him, and one of her hands would push up beneath his T-shirt, moving over his body.