by Guy Lilburne
The resort was pretty basic too, but at least it was clean and tidy. The rooms looked quite new. The bed was comfortable and the air conditioning worked. As a central feature of the resort, there was a small pond with a fountain in the middle of it.
Simon didn’t care. He was happy to be there. He was happy to meet Pom’s mother. He was happy that she seemed to like him and they got along. He was looking forward to seeing around Khon Kaen.
Terry loved the Holiday Inn Hotel. He thought that it was perfect and he was very happy just staying in his room and emptying the mini bar. He did go down to the pool and swam a few lengths. In the evening he decided to go out and explore. He wanted to walk around and find a few nice bars. He could have walked out straight onto the Beach Road, but he liked the glittering reception area so much, he decided to walk out that way and then turn right to head towards Beach Road. It’s funny how little decisions can change your life! Terry didn’t know it yet, but that one simple decision on how to exit The Holiday Inn Hotel was going to change his life. Terry didn’t really know where he was going. He was happy to have a walk around and find a nice bar or two. He had only walked just over a hundred yards when his plan suddenly changed. On the opposite side of the narrow Soi sat a group of massage girls. They were all dressed in long Thai Silk traditional dress, just like the girl who had greeted him at the hotel when he first arrived. The girl at the hotel was beautiful, but out of his reach. These girls were beautiful too, but they would be very much within reach, at least for an hour. The girls were all made up and all had lovely smiles. Some were combing another’s hair. Some played on mobile phones. Some just sat serenely and smiled. All called out;
“Hello, handsome man. You want massage?”
Terry was undecided, but hesitated just long enough to encourage the girls. One of the girls ran across the Soi and grabbed Terry’s arm.
“Hello. You want massage please!” she said, with a nervous sounding cough.
She was stunningly beautiful. Her lips were full and shining with red lip gloss, her teeth perfect and dazzling white. It was a mouth made for kissing and her smile seemed to linger in the air forever. Her skin was smooth and tanned. Her almond shaped brown eyes with just a touch of eye shadow could stop a man in his tracks. And they stopped Terry. He hadn’t really heard what she had said. He was still taking in her awesome beauty.
“OK. If you not want massage you can massage me. Same price,” she laughed. “I joking.”
“You can massage me?” asked a rather stunned Terry.
“Yes! I do,” she coughed again.
She dragged Terry across the Soi and through the group of girls sitting outside the shop. Inside the shop were a few massage chairs. The beautiful girl pulled Terry to the back of the shop and through a white plastic door. It led to a dull and dark stairway. The cement on the walls was gloomy and unpainted and the stairs were steep. Up a flight of stairs was a large open room, which was divided into 12 bed-sized sections by red coloured hanging curtains - six sections on each side. Over each section was a wall fan. The beautiful girl turned to Terry and stunned him for a second time with her wonderful smile.
“You take off all and lie down in here, please.” She pulled back a curtain and Terry saw a thin plastic mattress on the floor. It was covered with orange silk and a towel on top of that. A second towel was folded at the foot of the mattress.
“I certainly will,” said Terry, with an eagerness that he couldn’t hide.
The beautiful lady walked away and Terry stepped onto the mattress and pulled the curtain. Some quiet music started playing from somewhere. He stripped off in record time. He lay on his back and stroked his penis. It wasn’t that he wanted an erection. He just wanted it to look a bit bigger than it usually did. He was actually quite a slim man except for his pot belly, but because of his pot belly, he hadn’t seen his penis ’face to face’ in a long time. When he heard the footsteps approaching the curtain he stopped and put both hands behind his head and pretended he was sleeping. The curtain was pulled back and Terry opened his eyes.
“Oh! Hello there.”
He saw that the beautiful girl had taken off the elegant traditional Thai dress and was now wearing a skintight white tee shirt with the smallest pair of denim hot pants that he had ever seen. Her body was as amazing as the rest of her. Her legs were smooth and perfectly shaped. Her breasts were small but pert. Terry thought that she was a Goddess.
Terry’s penis went from what he would describe as ‘Handy size’ to fully erect.
“Turn over please.”
Terry turned over and the beautiful girl covered his backside with the towel that had been neatly folded at the bottom of the mattress. He felt the warm oil drip onto his back and then he felt her small hands massaging the fragrant oil into his skin.
“What’s your name?”
“My name Ting. What your name?”
“Terry. How old are you?”
“I twentytwo. How old you?”
“I’m 69 and three quarters.”
“You look good, Telly. I think you young, about 30 year.”
Terry burst out laughing.
“Oh Ting! You are lovely, bless ya.”
Ting laughed too.
“You have wife, Telly?” She coughed again.
Terry liked the way she pronounced his name as ‘Telly’. He thought that it sounded cute.
“Do you want a drink or something Ting? You cough a lot.”
“Yes. I sorry. I always have cough long time. When I shy. You have wife?”
“No wife. No girlfriend. You have husband or boyfriend?”
“No. Not have. Nobody love me, sure.”
“You have a baby?”
“No Telly. I not have.”
“How long have you been doing massage?”
“One week. I just start. I only learning little bit.”
Terry knew she was lying, but decided to believe her anyway.
The conversation went on and Ting started massaging Terry’s legs. Her hands massaged all the way up to his testicles. Terry felt them being moved with the back of her fingers. He wished that he would have shaved them now and maybe given his pubic hair a trim. He made a mental note to be better groomed the next time he visited Ting. He had already decided that he would be visiting Ting everyday while he was in Phuket.
“OK. Turn over please, Telly.”
Terry turned over and lay on his back. His erection was nearly complete. Ting laid the towel over his pot belly and massaged the top of his legs and with each stroke she touched his penis more and more until she was holding it tight in one hand and rubbing his thigh with the other.
She looked at him and smiled. He smiled back.
“Do you want me to take care?”
“Yes, I do. How much?”
“What you want?”
“I’m not being funny, but I want to fuck you and I mean that most sincerely. Do you see where I’m coming from?”
“No problem.1,000 baht for me and you still pay 350 baht for massage.”
Terry smiled. Somehow it all sounded so romantic when Ting said it.
“OK.”
Ting stood up over Terry and peeled her white tee shirt off. Her brown nipples were erect. She undid her hot pants and stepped out of them. When she turned around to put them on the floor Terry saw that she had some impressive tattoos on her back. She knelt down next to him and Terry felt her wet warm mouth engulf his penis. While she did this she fiddled in her purse until she found a condom. She peeled it between her fingers with one hand and then rolled it over his penis. She squatted over him. Her feet each side of him and her hands on his chest. He felt her slide onto his throbbing penis. It felt hot and he felt her grip him. She started to thrust up and down - sliding the length of his penis. It didn’t take man
y thrusts. In fact the thrusts were still in single figures when Terry climaxed.
“Sorry about that, but I think I’ve just blown my beans. I’m really sorry Ting. I usually go for hours. I’m just very happy to meet you. A bit too excited really.”
“No problem, Telly. I cum too. I like you too much.”
“Can I take you out for dinner?”
“Cannot. I working, Telly.”
“Well, let me take you out for a drink then. My treat.”
“I work Telly. I have to stay here.”
“You must get a day off?”
“No. Not have day off. I work here every day. When shop close, all lady work here sleep in this room.”
“Really?”
“Jing jing.” (Really.)
“Wow! You work here all day and then you have to sleep here at night?”
“Not have to, but sleep for cheap. Only pay 500 baht a month to live here.”
“Can I come and see you here again then?”
“Yes. I want to see you again. I love you very much.”
Terry laughed and then Ting laughed. She had a beautiful laugh, but it always seemed to end in a little cough!
She cleaned him up and they both got dressed before Ting showed him back outside and onto the Soi. He walked off towards the Beach Road to find a bar, but he was thinking about Ting. The only thing he could think about was Ting.
He walked all the way along Beach Road to its junction with Bangla Road. The bars along Bangla Road were in full swing. The music was loud. The lights were flashing and pretty girls, wearing not much, were out on the street trying to entice customers into their bars. Lady boys in long evening gowns posed for photographs with tourists for a cash tip. For the same amount tourists could hold a lizard and have their photo taken. Hawkers wearing traditional north eastern Thai dress walked up and down the road, selling beads and bangles, hats and wooden frogs. Terry walked along Bangla Road and was dragged into a bar without putting up any resistance. He sat on a high stool and looked out onto the road as he sipped from a bottle of cold beer. He felt good about himself and good about life. He was living the dream!
The next morning Simon Smith got up early, because Pom had told him to be at her mother’s house early. They were waiting for him when he arrived at 7:00am. It was already hot and humid. Simon was surprised when Pom told him that she and her mother had already eaten.
“Oh!”
“Don’t worry tee rak. We can eat somewhere. Thai people can eat many times.”
“Where are we going today?”
“First we go eat, then we go temple.”
It sounded like a good idea to Simon, because he was hungry.
They did not have to drive very far before Pom directed him to stop at a roadside restaurant. It was just a bamboo structure with a roof made up from straw, sticks and banana leaves. Long wooden tables sat end to end. On each table were a jug of water and a tray of condiments, which consisted of chili powder, sugar, fish sauce and chili in fish sauce with sugar. At the front of the restaurant was a BBQ, which looked as if it had been cooking for at least the last two hours. Chickens and fish that had already been cooked were held up over one end of the BBQ on sticks.
Pom studied the cooked chickens and fish in the same way that she might examine a new dress before purchasing it. Eventually she pointed out both the fish and the chicken that she wanted. A few moments later the chicken was chopped up and on the table in front of them along with the fish and three bowls of sticky rice. Three tin cups of ice had also been placed on the table and Pom poured the warm water from the plastic jug into them. Simon had never sat in a Thai restaurant like this one, but he liked it. The food was delicious and Pom and her mother were obviously enjoying it. Simon would have enjoyed it more if he wasn’t sweating so much and the flies that kept landing on his food annoyed him. There were a lot of them and they were the most persistent flies that Simon had ever encountered. Pom and her mother, Pip, didn’t seem to be bothered about the flies. They just ignored them.
After breakfast they drove onto a big temple. It was very beautiful - a huge white building with bright reds, greens and golds. A grand looking staircase showed the way up to the temple entrance. On each side of the staircase was a decorative and beautifully painted serpent. They looked like they were guarding the temple from unseen monsters and devils. They bought lotus flowers, candles, gold leaf and incense for 20 baht from a stall at the foot of the stairs and then made the long hot climb to the top.
“This very special temple,” said Pom, when they were half way up the stairs. It didn’t feel like much compensation to Simon. He thought ‘How special can a temple be to make it worth climbing this many steps in 35 degrees heat’, but he just smiled and didn’t say anything.
After a long climb that took some effort they got to the top. They took their shoes off and went inside to make the offerings that they had bought to Buddha. They said prayers. Well, at least Pom and Pip did! Simon just copied what they did, so at least he looked as if he was praying. He hoped that Buddha would understand.
It was a very quiet and tranquil weekend for Simon, but he felt that he and Pom were getting closer all the time. They loved being together and it felt as if he had been formally introduced to her mother as a potential son in law. Over the weekend they visited two national parks, a lake, half a dozen ‘special’ temples and an ancient Khmer ruin. Simon and Pom got to kiss occasionally and they spent more and more time holding hands. Simon had seen a lot of things in Thailand that he would never have seen if it wasn’t for Pom. The reason that it all felt so special and interesting was because he was seeing it all with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he was falling for her.
Terry woke up early and looked around the beautiful bedroom. He laughed out loud. It felt like a great way to start a new day. He grabbed the TV remote from the bedside cabinet and pressed buttons until BBC World News was showing on the wide screen TV on the wall above the coffee machine. He made himself a herbal tea from the impressive selection of world teas in the wooden box. He tasted it and didn’t like it so threw it away and made an English breakfast tea.
Breakfast was included in the hotel booking and it didn’t cost any extra to have it delivered to the room. Terry decided that was exactly what he was going to do. He ordered it and waited for it dressed in the bathrobe supplied by the hotel. He ate it out on the balcony. He hadn’t stopped smiling since he woke up. He hadn’t planned his day, but he knew that he was going for a swim in the pool and then he was going to go and see Ting for another massage. Other than that he didn’t care what he did.
He had plenty of time to relax. The massage shop didn’t open until 10 am. He didn’t want to appear too eager and be sitting outside when it opened at 10:00. He wanted to be cool and turn up casually at around 10:30. After a lazy breakfast and a swim he went back to the room and had a shave. He then thought about his testicles. He had never thought about them being either attractive or ugly, but thought that they might look a bit more appealing to Ting if he shaved them. That was easier said than done. He tried standing up in front of the bathroom mirror and shaving them. It worked to an extent. Then he tried lying on the bed with a hand held mirror propped up with a pillow. This allowed him access to parts that he hadn’t seen for over 40 years. The area hadn’t changed much over the years, just a bit older and more wrinkles, just like the rest of him really. He wasn’t sure if shaving his scrotum was the right thing to do when he looked at it in the mirror. He thought that the white hairs that had sprouted on it made his testicles look quite distinguished, but he had started so he had to finish. Finally he stood back in the bathroom with his leg up in the sink bent over and looking over his shoulder into the mirror. He thought that this was the nearest position to the same view that Ting was going to get. He was as happy as he could be with his shaving and trimming effor
ts and walked into the shower.
Terry had thought about Ting since he first set eyes on her. He was a considerate man and decided to go to the pharmacy and get her some cough medicine and some lozenges.
At 10:30 he walked to Ting’s massage parlour dressed in his best shirt and tailored shorts, red braces and red leather shoes. He carried a neatly folded paper bag containing the medicine for Ting. He was more than a little disappointed when the other girls told him that Ting was already with a customer.
“I can take care of you. No problem,” said one of the other pretty girls.
“I’m not being funny, but I think I’ll wait. Do you see where I’m coming from?”