Hey everyone, Sam here. Since my older stories are shared, many asked if I had any recent flings and thought of writing this particular story.
This is about my trip to Thailand at the end of November this year, a fond memory. The vacation had me travelling to Phuket, Pattaya, Bangkok, and some city outskirts for 10 days. I did meet some people, friends and had some good sex.
But this story is about a wonderful woman I met, so it’s a separate experience to share about her. As soon as I landed, I installed the dating apps, Bumble, Tinder, ThaiFriendly (ahem ahem), along with the important ones like Grab and Bolt.
First few days I was in Phuket, so even though I got matches, I was like, “Nah, I’ve got no time.” Then came Pattaya. It was full of freelancers. I was straight-up asked to pay 5k baht, and most of the girls weren’t even attractive. God forbid how many diseases they were carrying.
Things changed in Bangkok, where I decided to stay for five days. Bumble brought in the best quality matches, and I had a good time with the girls there. Some didn’t want to fuck, and hey, why go against their wishes? We stuck to good old cuddling and kissing.
Two days before my flight, I matched with a Shawty with a unique, cute name, Suni. She was 22 years old, very polite, and clearly into tall men. She straight-up hit me with a line about how she once saw a tall guy carrying a girl and wished it was her.
That guy felt like me, so she swiped. I found it cringe and lol-ed as I politely declined, but she still insisted on meeting even though she was looking for long-term. We decided on the MBK Centre since we could walk around.
I went in ready to have no action and met her. She was about 5’2, and against my 6’3 frame, she looked like a kid. I honestly felt like we were father-daughter for a second because of this difference, but gosh, wasn’t she pretty? She had a bubbly personality and was very shy.
We had a little drink at a boba corner. In that big ass building, we walked mainly in and around the fourth floor, bargaining for some electronics. Her Thai fluency helped me get items for cheap. We had a lunch date nearby. As we walked back, she not so shyly held my hand like it was nothing. It was cute.
I dropped her off at a place not far from her house since she didn’t want a stalker, and I definitely let out a chuckle. The rest of the day, she was texting me constantly, checking on me to see if all was good. She didn’t hesitate to inquire if we could see each other the following evening during our talk.
The next day, I did some shopping again for my buddies and parents, while she suggested a lot of things. Evening arrived, and I met her, and god, things were different. She wore a full bodycon dress that hugged her curves so well, I can still visualise them.
Her tits popped, and that thick body was on full display. I gulped saliva and thought, “Damn, she’s different.” But I knew she was decent and, like usual, with such wonderful people, played no games with such.
We went for dinner, had some local food, and then the chit-chat began. Lots of jokes and banter as we snacked on some yummy food. I was in full flow, like eating heavy and flirting borderline as we both lost track of time, and thought, damn, this girl is funny. She kept the conversation ticking.
As we got out, we noticed it was getting late, but we still continued our walk back to drop her off first. Out of nowhere, she suddenly pitched the idea of me coming to her hostel. I was shocked and muttered, “Uh?”
“Saurav, it is late, and my roommate was out so that it won’t be a problem.”
I was a little scared in a different land, but still went, my trust levels are too high, kinda scary, no? At her place, we were comfy. We talked and talked, maintaining distance. Then I got a little sleepy and yawned. She straight-up pitched the idea of sleeping.
I was like, yeah, the day’s pretty much over, so I went to the room thinking it was time to crash. Just then, she stopped me and said, “Hey, that’s my roommate’s bed. Mine’s this one.”
“Okay, so I should sleep there itself, na?” I curiously asked.
She laughed. “No. We’ll share.”
The bed wasn’t broad enough for two people, but we managed. I lay down, surprised, and then I saw her stripping down.
I was like, “Whoa, whoa.”
Just imagine me, after seeing many ladies naked, still legitimately surprised. I was like, I didn’t plan this. She laughed and said, “C’mon, I need to change. I sleep in my top and panties.”
While she turned around, removing her bra, I could see her titties jiggling and popping from the sides of her back. Then she casually strolled back and joined me on the bed. We slept sideways, and she kept talking.
After some giggling and fun conversation, she suddenly asked, “How many girls did you fuck in Bangkok?”
I was shocked and said, “Umm… two.”
“So, I was your third?”
“No, that wasn’t my intention.”
She laughed as I said it, while I was definitely sweating. She inched closer, and I could feel her breath.
“Put your hands on me,” she said.
I was like, “Huh?”
Before I could process it, she took my right hand and placed it gently on her exposed belly with her top just crawling over.
It was soft. So soft and warm. I could feel the gentle curve under my palm.
“Do you like it?” she breathed.
“Yeah,” I managed, my voice rough. “I do.”
She shifted, turning onto her side so now she was facing me in the cramped space.
“You’re a gentleman,” as she said, I could see her eyes were locked onto mine.
“You listened to me. You made me laugh. You didn’t try to make any sexual advances. You held my hand and you were so kind even now. My ex… he was never like this. He was mean. He said I was fat. That I should be grateful he was with me.”
My heart ached for her. What an idiot. “He was a fool, Suni. You’re…” I couldn’t find the words. “You’re beautiful.”
Suddenly, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine in a quick, shy peck.
She pulled back immediately, hiding her face. “Oh! Sorry, I…”
I did not let her finish. I cupped her cheek. I kissed her again, this time it was slow. It was deliberate, not just a little kiss. The kiss with her got deeper in a way. I caught her lip gently between my teeth, and the faint sound of this was echoing in the quiet room.
She gasped, then she kissed me back with the kind of hunger that I had for her. My hands moved without thinking. My hands just did their thing. One of them stayed in her hair. The other one moved from her waist down to the small of her back. It pulled her closer to me.
The kiss we had was really messy, all lips and tongue and shared breath. Slowly, my hand crept under the hem of her tank top. She didn’t stop me. I broke the kiss for a second, looking into her eyes for permission. She nodded, her eyes dark. I pulled the soft cotton up and over her head.
In the dim lamplight, her breasts were revealed. They were glorious. Full and heavy, with beautiful, pale skin. My mouth watered. But then her hands flew up, covering her areolas, crossing over her chest protectively.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered, kissing her shoulder.
“I’m… shy,” she mumbled into my neck.
“Why?”
“My… they’re different.”
“Do you have three? I can’t see.”
That made her laugh, a burst of real laughter that shook her whole body. “No, no!”
“Then don’t feel uncomfortable,” I said, nibbling her ear.
She took a deep breath. Slowly, she lowered her hands.
And I saw. Her breasts were perfect. But her nipples… they were inverted. Little, shy innies nestled in the soft, pink areolas.
I couldn’t control myself. I laughed, a quiet, happy laugh. “You are shy because you have the most gorgeous breasts that I’ve ever seen, right?”
“No, no,” she said, but she was smiling shyly now. “People, my ex said, they were ugly. Like they were broken, he wouldn’t even touch them.”
I felt pissed at this faceless idiot. How could anyone think this was anything but beautiful? “He was stupid, Suni,” I said, my voice firm. I extended my hand and, more or less, worshipfully, gathered one breast. It was weighty and heated, and absolutely matched my palm. “You’re an utter beauty.”
I shifted my head downwards and exhaled a gentle stream of air on the tip. She quivered. Then, very softly, I drew the thin skin surrounding her drawn nipple into my mouth, softly sucking.
“Ahh…” A faint moan came out from her. Her hands went to my hair, not pushing, just grasping.
I drew a little more, my tongue teasing and coaxing. And then, a wonder occurred. Very gradually, bashfully, her tiny nipple started to show, turning into a perfect, minuscule bud.
I retreated and smiled widely. “Tadaa!”
She glanced down, spotted her own raised nipple, and laughed out loud. “Haha! It works!”
I playfully flicked the little, now-extended peak with my tongue.
“Ah!” she exclaimed, her back lifting off the mattress, her hands tightly grasping the sheets beside her head, her mouth opening without a sound in a silent ‘O’.
That was the only invitation I needed. The entire night was a gradual, loving adventure. I mouth-travelled down her soft belly, cherishing every curve that she had been told to conceal. When my lips reached her centre, she wailed, her legs quivering around my head.
Her nature was lovable and simple, and her happiness was the loveliest thing for me to hear. After that, she nervously gave me access to her mouth, her gestures being careful at the start, and then more confident as I let out my sounds.
I was reaching into my pocket to find the condom that I always kept with me and was used to finding without any trouble.
“Allow me, ” she uttered, unexpectedly taking the condom from me with a firm grip. She did it gradually, her eyes always with mine.
When I ultimately entered her, it was a slow and measured act. A hiss of released breath escaped my lips. “Ah, Suni.”
She was that tight, that impossibly wet and hot. Her eyes went wide open, locking with mine. Her small hands shot up to grasp my shoulders, her nails digging in just a bit.
“Sam. Oh, fuck, ” she gasped, the English word falling awkwardly from her lips.
I was going down further with the flesh I was holding, inch by inch, until the whole of her body was my own. It did not feel like anything less than heaven. It did not feel like anything less than my home.
Her legs, which were not only firm but also warm, were tightly wound around my waist, securing her grip and bringing her in closer and closer until my hips were rubbing against hers.
“Wait. Wait, please, ” she whispered, her face being a complete bewilderment of experience.
I was not moving; I was holding my spot, waiting for her to get used to it. My forehead was against hers. Our noses met. Her heart was still racing in my chest.
“Okay?” I murmured.
She nodded, and so we started. The slow, deep, pounding beat made the flimsy metal bedframe in our hostel creak in protest. It was not fast; it was calculated. Every pull was a torment, every push a relief so strong that my vision blurred. Our breaths intermingled—hot, moist puffs of our stormy breathing.
“Sam,” she said quietly, her head falling back and exposing her neck. I could not restrain myself. I told her, ”I’m going to kiss you. ” When Sam consented by nodding her head, I moved down. I placed my lips on her neck, I kissed her, and gently sucked on her neck.
It was as if she were comparing salt and perfume. “Oh God” was her loudest cry. And her voice kept increasing in volume.
I bit the small piece of flesh that was between her neck and shoulder. She yelled as her upper body came off the bed. “Oh, God! ” she gasped, laughing and crying simultaneously.
Certainly, the pace increased gradually. The slow motions were changed to deeper ones. The sound of our flesh hitting flesh, our skin slapping into other soft flesh, was the only thing that could be heard in the small room apart from our gasping breathing.
“So deep, ” she said repeatedly, rapt with delight, eyes closed. “More. I want more. ”
I moved, hooking my arms under hers, feeling her knees slide upwards towards her chest. The position altered, and I pushed into her, going deeper than I had been. Her eyes flew open, her mouth opening into a perfect circle.
“Ah! Ah! Yes! That angle!” she prattled, her fists clenching in the sheets.
I leaned down, taking a peaked, pink nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as I thrust. She screamed, a short, sharp cry. “Don’t stop! Just like that! Just like that, baby!”
I was sweating now, slick against her. I was lost in her. I was lost in the sensations. I was lost in the scents. I was lost in the sounds. The dirty, passionate, glorious sounds.
“On the side. Let’s try on the side,” she gasped finally, tapping on my arm.
We rolled, a haphazard, fiery tangle of arms and legs, until she was lying on her side, her back against my chest. I wrapped my body around hers, my front to her back. One arm went under her top leg, lifting it to give me better access to her.
The other one of my hands came around to her front, encountering the wonderful, impressive weight of her breast. I was kneading it, pinching her now, pounding her nipple between my fingers.
Backing into her from behind, I bit her ear. I ran my tongue around her ear canal, taking her earlobe between my teeth, biting her gently.
She twitched, like she’d been given a jolt of electricity. Mother fucker! she yelled, and went on in a never-ending string of whimpery gasps. I was nibbling her earlobe, fucking her slowly in this new position, feeling her muscles clench around me like fists.
‘Your tits. So fucking perfect,’ I snarled in her ear, meaning every word. My hand clamped possessively on her breast.
One of her hands went behind my head, and after threading it through my hair, she brought my mouth closer to her ear. “If so, then don’t stop, ” she whimpered, pressing her breast further into my hand. “I love it. ”
I did not hold back. As I penetrated her with my fingers, I caressed her breast with my hand, and the bites I was taking on her ear and neck gradually became less gentle and more dominating. She was now making very faint and high-pitched sounds, continuously.
“I am coming. Sam, I am coming! ” she cautioned.
“Suni. fuck.” The walls of her pussy began to flutter rapidly around my dick. The feeling brought a groan erupting from my throat.
“With me. Come with me,” she begged, shuddering violently.
It was all I needed. And with my most intense final thrust, I tore apart. A loud, guttural groan escaped my mouth. I ejaculated inside the condom, my hips going with the flow of her, involuntarily.
Once, twice, she tightened around me. Then a long, shaking wail burst from her throat as she bit down on my forearm, muffling her cries as her whole body convulsed with her orgasm.
We lay there, intertwined in a tangle of wet, satisfied flesh. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the night serenity of the Bangkok suburb. I was still inside her, and we both were hesitant to separate.
After a moment, she let out a shaky laugh, typical of the post, coital laughter. “You know. My roommate will be back tomorrow morning. Listening to this bed frame, what do you think she must be thinking? ”
“She will think that your friend is having a very, very good time, ” I said. Nuzzling her dripping hair and laughing. She laughed, and the sound travelled through her body and to me.
After, we showered together in her tiny bathroom, a little space, but hey, it was fun. Remember washing each other with gentle hands, stealing kisses under the warm spray. We stumbled back to bed, damp and clean, and I pulled the thin blanket over us.
She immediately curled into my side, her head on my chest, one soft thigh thrown over mine. I held her close, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and her skin.
“Why, Suni?” I whispered into the dark. “Why me?”
She was quiet for a long moment. “Because you deserved it,” she said. “You are a good man. And I knew… I knew from the first messages that long-term would not work. You live far away. But for one night… I wanted to give something good to a good person. And I wanted to feel beautiful again.”
My throat tightened. I kissed the top of her head. “You are. So beautiful.”
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the little room. We woke up tangled together. We made instant noodles in her electric kettle, sharing the bowl, feeding each other bites. We talked and laughed like old friends.
It was nice. Her roommate didn’t come through. I guess she was getting action elsewhere. When it was time for me to leave, we stood by her door. She looked up at me, her eyes a little sad but clear.
“Thank you, Sam,” she said.
“No, thank you, Suni. For everything.”
She stood on her tiptoes. I bent down. We shared one last, soft goodbye kiss. It tasted like noodles and hope and a sweet, unexpected memory.
“Have a safe flight, big boi,” she whispered with a smile.
I walked away, a huge, stupid grin on my face and maybe a little disappointment. Because she knew the flight was tomorrow, but yes, she was willing to let go.
She wanted a long-term commitment, while an LDR from India to Thai basically felt impossible. Well, that’s a sunset, indeed. But hoping I’ll meet her on my next visit, maybe she’ll be taken by then.
That’s all for these two days of fun. Want me to share a couple of other flings from Thailand (not as passionate as this), do drop your texts to: [email protected].