Vientiane Encounter

[eeemen]

Originally Posted by Faidenk

Part 4


I have a feeling this talk is not over.

Interesting days ahead of you bro, but do enjoy the moment while it lasts!!

[Faidenk]

Part 5

Over the next few days I tried to squeeze as much time as possible to bring her around PP to see the sights. PP is a small city, other than a handful of banks, no building is higher than 10 storeys. There are lots of temples if you are into that, but like everywhere, you see one, you’ve seen them all. S21, Toul Sleng? It used to be a high school, just like any other. Its claim to infamy lies in the 20,000 people, mainly intellects, monks, civil servants, academics who were repeatedly tortured for their confessions. It’s too macabre for me, and depressing. Killing Fields? Just a place the tortured were taken to and killed by pickaxes to save bullets. Great if you like skeletons pile-up.

I brought her to a few night spots. Casa Disco, just north of the Monument, is notorious for its drug culture. The moment we walked in, we were hit by acrid smell of grass. I looked around, people were openly dragging on their joints. Many were just sitting there, clutching bottles of Evian and shaking their heads vigorously. Em came back from the toilet and told me she seen girls in there snorting some powder. Em is a unbelievable dancer, she could move so well, even just swaying to the beat. Even the girls were looking at her. We called it quits after 6 Heinekens because the place was getting too packed and a guy had threw up at the next table.

The next evening, I brought her to Heart of Darkness, a smallish disco, patronized by both expats and locals, and a small group of ‘resident’ FL’s. A live band plays 6 nights a week, I think. Em started on her Margaritas, an Angkor for me. I was not feeling the top of the world and declined her request to dance, knowing she would dance away happily on her own. I started looking around to spot the good lookers. The dance floor was packed. She came back once in a while to down her drink. I kept ordering. When I glanced at the dance floor, I spotted her dirty dancing with a angmo, and a shot of jealousy ran through me. Shit, I hate this. The paradox is, one moment I am telling her she’d be better off without me and the next I am hurt because she does precisely that. This is absurd. I am a better man than this and resolved not to say a word to her about this.

I was slowly stewing in spite of my resolve. When she came back I told her I have a headache, she massaged my forehead and said a little while more and scooted off before I could say anything. I could see she was flushed in the face and walked a little unsteadily. I was also getting intoxicated with the beers I kept ordering. In the alcoholic haze, my jealousy, well you know how it is when you’re a little drunk, it gets exaggerated. When she next come back I said in a harsh voice, ‘Lets go. Now’.

‘No. You go’, she slurred.
‘OK then. Go to my workplace tomorrow morning. I’ll bring all your things there for you to collect’. And I walked out.

I got up the nearest tuk-tuk and then hesitated. The driver started up his motor, then around to await my instructions. I get down and told myself we’re both drunk. You can’t leave her like this. You, no matter what, are responsible for her safety. I went back in to the table. She was quietly sobbing and didn’t see me. I hugged her from behind and said, ‘I am sorry’. She turned around and hugged me, not saying a word, then collecting her bag, walked out with me.

I thought all was forgiven and that was the end of the story. The trip back was spent in silence. Back in our bedroom, the first thing she did was to pack her things, taking an interminable amount of time folding each panty, bra, dress. I go back tomorrow, she said. I did not respond, just feeling sad it had come to this. I suspect anything I say now would be useless. I’ll grovel when she calms down.

She went to take a shower. Surprisingly, the spat made me horny. I was smoking in the living room and watching TV when she came out. I heard the click of the lock when she closed the door. Shit, she locked me out. I was freshened up now, the alcoholic haze dispersed. Let her stew in there.

When I heard the door quietly opened about 20 minutes later, I pretended to be asleep in the sofa, TV on and all. I could sensed her standing in front of me. Then I felt her touch my hand. I ‘woke’ up, eyes unfocused. She switched off the TV, turn off the lights, put out her hand and I took it, and led me meekly to the bedroom.

Eons ago, in my 20s, one of the methods used whenever to pacify my girlfriend, I would ‘talk’ in my dreams, calling out her name, but not before I turned and whacked her across the face or something to make sure she wakes and hears me. Well, looks likely it will be resurrected tonight. Girls are funny like that, sentimental, emotional, overbearing bitch one moment and a soft teddy bear the next.

‘I know you are angry with me, darling. Go sleep first, I want to take a shower’. I told her.

When I came back, she was asleep, back to me, or pretended to be. I switched the light, got into bed besides her, without touching, and waited for her to make her move. For a long time, nothing happened.

Then she turned.

[Faidenk]

Part 6

And crossed her thigh over mine. I took a peep at her, asleep. Damn, where she learned all these tricks? In spite of her tender age, she is no novice at this game. Ok, let’s play. I pretended to be woken up, rubbed my eyes, saw that the comforter is now around her bare waist, pulled it up to cover her. Then gave her a peck on her cheek and went back to ‘sleep’. After a couple of minutes of non-action, she snuggled up closer, still ‘asleep’, until her thigh was touching my dick, which is slowly awakening. It was not helped by the fact her pussy was now smacked against me. Now fully erect, I still ‘sleep’, emitting a tiny snore every now and then. And so was she. Damn!

Then, ‘I know you not sleep’ she whispered in my ear, and both of us burst out laughing. I had prepared to outlast her, I am sure that was her intention too. But like I said, the spat had made me very horny and likewise it must have had the same effect on her. She picked herself up to lie spread-eagled on me, her pussy right on top of my erect dick, legs on both sides of mine. Even though she weighs a little under 50 kg, my dick felt squashed but I bore with it. He skin felt cool on mine, which I like, because my body temperature is maybe half a degree higher than the norm 37C.

‘I am sorry to make you angry. Next time don’t let me drink so much’, she sounded very sincere. I pulled her face close and stuck my tongue into her as a token of my acceptance. ‘And thank you for not leaving me there’, when I released her. I flexed my dick twice to signal it needs attention. Now!

She started to elbow herself down south, but I stopped her. ‘Turn around’. She did. I guided her where I wanted her to go. 69. Soon we were happily slurping away. It was wet, it was messy. She even gave a small fart and giggled but it will not deter me. Soon she came, hard, gripping my head with her thighs, calling out my name. I noticed her orgasmic spasms are slightly different now. It has taken a series of involuntary muscular jolts. You know what I mean if you have used one of those weight-control thingy you strapped to your abdomen that caused muscles to flex. Now turn that on to full power.

She laid there prostate between my legs, too exhausted to move. It was too dark to see the pussy inches from my eyes. I grouped around to locate my mobile at the corner of the bed. It is also my alarm clock. Located it, unlocked and brought it to eye level. The diffused light afforded me to see a stream of milky juice was slowly flowing out, and ever so slightly, the pussy seemed to be breathing with a life of its own. She couldn’t have been doing it as I could hear her tiny snores. Truly amazing.

She stirred to life, turned around, saw me with the illuminated phone and knew at once what I was doing. She took the phone, put it down, straddled me, impaled herself on me with ease and started grinding. Soon she took my hands up to her breasts and urged me to massage them. I obliged. She was up and away. She moaned and the wild look in her eyes returned. She grinded harder, in a circular motion. I could feel her walls, oh ecstasy. Very soon I felt that familiar pleasure building up in my groin and lifted my hip up to meet her every stroke. My hands massaged her breast harder. ‘Together, darling, together’ she urged. I felt my climax coming, ‘Coming, coming’. She grinded harder. I shot everything into her, strong pulsating spurts. I groaned. Loud. Then she came, I felt her pussy gripped me, hard. Once, twice. Strong as a hand. Then again, weaker now, milking me.

We slept the sleep of the dead that night.

[eeemen]

Excellent narration bro TS, thanks, cheers ......................

[Faidenk]

Part 7 – The End

The next few days went by uneventfully. We made love at least twice a day, once even thrice, always to our utmost satisfaction. After every session, I would tell myself I can’t really do it again, not today (or in the morning), but inevitably I harden when she crooks her finger to beckon me; like a drunk who forgets his oath never to drink again once the hangover subsides. For someone my age, that’s saying something. I have not in years expended myself with such frequency, it’s as though I was consuming something before its expiry date, and in a way it is. And I want to take this opportunity to thank Pfizer for pioneering Sidanafil.

It seems we are now screwing ourselves silly, nothing has abated since day 1, in fact the sex seems to have elevated to a different plane. The transformation had taken place almost unnoticeably. Sex has always been very demanding of us, vigorous at times and tender at others, sometimes both at the same time. Most times we’d be dead asleep immediately after climax, now, the realization time is running out has added another facet to this visit and both of us wanted to spend as much time as possible together, awake and conscious of each other. We would talk in the dark, she’s be extremely touchy and loves to caress my face. She’d confide her inner thoughts, her expectations in life and such.

One night, in such a mood she told me she could never love another man truly after me. Hearing that, I realized my message has got into her, that nothing could come of the relationship and we’d just fade away, ships passing in the night. I should be relieved, but am I? I wish the circumstances in which we met had been different, that I had met her not as a paid companion; that I am now 15 years younger; that I am capable of sheltering her from the knocks of life. I am getting fond of her, maybe too much. *Sigh*

Then she dropped a bombshell. She said if she’s not married at 28, she’d probably not married at all, but she’d love to have a baby anyway. And she’d like me to be the father. ‘Not worry, I take care myself’ she assured me. I was speechless for a little while. I had to be careful here.

‘Darling, I am very fortunate to have known and love you, and I am extremely lucky that you feel the same towards me. I told you a few days ago you should probably forget me and move on and now, honestly, I am not sure. When you are 28, I will be near 60. My balls will be drier than a stone, I joked. She didn’t find that funny. I continued, I have noticed my ejaculation is very watery now, not thick and yellow like before. I think that’s a sign I am shooting blanks now.

‘I want see’. And proceeded to blow me, but it’s been too many sessions and while Kamagra is doing its job as usual, it doesn’t guarantee climax. When her jaws got tired, she straddled and rode herself to a noisy climax.

Now on the way to the Pochengtong Airport, she held my hand, squeezing occasionally, as we sat in the tuk-tuk. I don’t know her reason for the tuk-tuk over a taxi, probably because the tuk-tuk takes a longer time to get there. Eventually we arrived. I helped her with a trolley. Non-passengers are not allowed into the check-in counters so I waited outside. Through the glass panes I could see her pushing the trolley there, queued and got her boarding pass. She turned around and ran all the way back and hugged me, oblivious to the many people milling about. There was still 20 minutes before she had to go in so we sat on a bench.

She made me promised to visit her in Vientiane on the 20th of December. It’s my birthday and I want you with me. There won’t be anyone else, just you, just me. If I don’t go, she will be so mad at me but at least it will be a clean break. It will hurt but it could be a thousand times worse later.

I watched her walked in and lost sight of her near the elevator up to the Immigration counters. She had given me the local SIM card back and I can’t call her to hear her voice. I walked slowly to wait for a taxi.

I hope I did not spoil her chances of marriage, I wish I could participate in her life. I miss her, her easy smile, when she acted cute, when she's angry. All the young boys and girls in the company are charmed by her and asked her what she sees in me. I didn’t ask her what she replied but it seems they now looked upon me differently.

In the sack, I could sincerely say nobody before comes even close to her in our almost telepathic regards for each other’s needs. She knows exactly what floats my boat, and I hers, synchronized like a precision Swiss watch.

It’s now been 3 weeks since she’s gone and I still miss her. She still calls me every day, by phone and on Messenger. I don’t know when the yearning will go away.

THE END

[eeemen]

Wonderful story bro TS, thanks for sharing ! I feel for you, for you longing and for missing her. But time is the greatest healer of all. Thanks & cheers ,...................

[Snuber]

Originally Posted by Faidenk

It’s now been 3 weeks since she’s gone and I still miss her. She still calls me every day, by phone and on Messenger. I don’t know when the yearning will go away.

Perhaps the picture will be clearer when 20th Dec comes closer

Btw, your story is very well written in the use of the English language, making it easy to read and visualise in the process

[Faidenk]

I forgot to mention this ....

On the third night, I ran out of condoms. By the time we came home from the disco, it was already 2 in the morning. She was hot to trod and so was I. I told her, well, we would have to settle for oral. She was agreeable as she had always got off this way.

After she came, instead of going down on me, she climbed up to straddle me. I was surprised and reminded her I'm not wearing. She disregarded me and rode me all the way. Nearing climax I warned her but that only spurred her on. It would have taken a superhuman effort to dislodge her and I shot everything into her.

I panicked and told her to go wash. Relax, she said, I am safe. Seeing that I am only her third john and that she had always insisted on condoms the first few times with her, I assume she would have done so with the other 2 (it was confirmed so later).

Thereafter, we have always done it raw. Normally I am very conservative where safe sex is concerned, it's always better not to be sorry later, but with this impish girl-woman.......

[lustarhymes]

In the sack, I could sincerely say nobody before comes even close to her in our almost telepathic regards for each other’s needs. She knows exactly what floats my boat, and I hers, synchronized like a precision Swiss watch.

It’s now been 3 weeks since she’s gone and I still miss her. She still calls me every day, by phone and on Messenger. I don’t know when the yearning will go away.

Bro TS, your story is so well written that i could feel your excitement, your love for her and the sadness...sometimes life just don't go easy on you or let you take control.

[andythai]

understand your feelings right now, no advice is a good advice right now.
You will have to make the decision at some point of time bro.
So maybe for now just have a good time and have a nice memory later.
And maybe try to do your best for her, maybe u will feel better.

[Faidenk]

Thanks for all your comments. I have already committed to go during her birthday but I hope I have the strength to pull away after that. It will be painful, for both of us, but I believe it's the right thing to do. Not so much for me, but for her.

Time and time again, even during our phone calls, I would gently slip in that she'd be better without me, but most times I can't even convince myself.

[eeemen]

Originally Posted by Faidenk

Thanks for all your comments. I have already committed to go during her birthday but I hope I have the strength to pull away after that. It will be painful, for both of us, but I believe it's the right thing to do. Not so much for me, but for her.

Time and time again, even during our phone calls, I would gently slip in that she'd be better without me, but most times I can't even convince myself.

Great to hear that you've committed yourself to go. I am sure its going to be an enjoyable break for you. And yes, I can sympathize with u abt your concerns when it comes time to leave. But who knows? You could be back again??


The return makes one love the farewell.
Alfred de Musset


all the best bro, and enjoy the holidays and her company!! Cheers .......

[otamay]

Originally Posted by Faidenk

Thanks for all your comments. I have already committed to go during her birthday

I would gently slip in that she'd be better without me, but most times I can't even convince myself.

A very touching encounter, as the saying goes "Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
This should be a temporary phase, lets see how the feeling grow stronger or fade away eventually

[Faidenk]

We had a 3 hour long chat on Messenger yesterday. It started casual enough but the tone darkened somewhat as we progressed.

I have always emphasized that I'm unable to support her, that I am on a tight budget, although when I had paid her USD100 for that first night, and subsequently another $50 on the second. Strictly commercial transactions then.

When she came to PP for a visit, I told her to take a bus, she did that but I paid for her air ticket back which costs $175. I also gave her a total of $120 during her visit with which she replaced her pair of shoe. With that she also bought and cooked a great dinner of Viet food for about 8 persons, and some shampoos for her friends in VT. Not a word of complaint nor any hint further compensation.

During the conversation, it came to pass her father is hospitalized in Hanoi. Her mother has already gone back there to be at his side and she's alone in VT. Her passport is in Hanoi for renewal and she won't be able to go back until it's ready.

Well, I asked the cause and seriousness of his hospitalization. She said 'Cannot say in English' but that it is related to his smoking. Lung cancer? I told her that I wish I could help but ... She just said No (I take it mean not my problem, not expected from me).

The thing is, is this a KC trap to extract some $$ from me? Her saying no could be a master move, I mean, how many of us are immune and could resist helping in such a situation? I really hate myself for my doubts and suspicions, but my past experiences have instilled in me a protective shield.

From all fronts, she had been genuine, forthcoming and seemingly totally transparent, unless she's a first class actress. The situation, if genuine, is dire and she seriously needs some financial support, no matter how little, and my father could be a bachelor if I stand by doing nothing.

This is a test not just for her, it's one as much as for me.

The conversation ended with her making me promised to give up smoking.

[Faidenk]

Sorry double post.