surprising tears

Last week, when I made arrangements to visit Pattaya I explained to my ex-girlfriend that I had to work this weekend. Somehow, when I said I had to work “Saturday and Sunday” she heard only “Sunday”.

So it was that on Friday night around 9 p.m. she said something about wanting to watch a Thai TV show at ten o’clock and I said “That’s alright, I’m leaving soon anyway.”

She got a fairly shocked look on her face and asked me what I was talking about.  I reminded her that I had to be at work at 11 a.m. and that I would be hopping a late bus back to Bangkok tonight.

She explained that she had been expecting me to stay another day; she thought I was leaving Saturday night or Sunday morning.

Nope.

She had been playing a game on my computer, but suddenly put the computer aside, lay down, and I saw her lips swell up, her eyes get puffy, then I saw tears start streaming.

Shit.

I comforted her, but she was clearly surprised and a bit dismayed.

A bit of discussion followed.  I suggested that, if she preferred, I could stay until morning and catch the 6 a.m. bus back home.

She brightened considerably at this suggestion… she positively glowed.

Once she’d had a few minutes to come to grips with the situation she seemed pretty content.

And then she told me that she expected more sex before I left.

This wasn’t an altogether unwelcome suggestion, but honestly, I was starting to run dry.  She went to the toilet and returned naked.

She looks really good naked.

Really really good.

Well, I guess I could rise to the occasion.  And rise I did.  A half hour later I lay sweaty and panting having churned out #8 in a period of just under 48 hours.  We settled in to watch a movie.

Shortly after midnight I turned off the TV and rolled over to go to sleep.  Almost immediately there was a hand wrapped tightly around my cock.

“What you do?” she demanded sternly.

Well, I was thinking about going to sleep.

“No.  You make love with me again!”

Uh… okay.  Let me go pee.

I emptied my bladder and came back.  My apparent disinterest in the deed upon my return to bed made her unhappy and she started sulking.  Suddenly it looked like the fire was out.  I was drained enough not to mind.  I lay flat on my stomach and tried to get to sleep.  If I could doze off now I could still squeeze in 4 hours before heading to the bus station.

I should have known better.

After ten minutes or so I felt fingernails scratching lightly over my back and a sugar-sweet voice in my ear: “Werewolf, ja…”

Oh, alright…

I turned over on my back.  She got me ready then lubed herself and climbed on top of me and started grinding her hips.  It took a while, and I think she came first, but she kept going until I blew my load… again.

I really wouldn’t have thought it was possible

We didn’t even bother washing up.  Just lay in the bed together smelling of jism and hot pussy.

I was done.

The problem was, she wasn’t.

A few minutes after things were done she asked if I was asleep.

I was until you woke me up to ask me.

Well, she wondered, would you mind if I play with your cock while you’re sleeping?

No, I said, I don’t mind if you play with it as long as you don’t mind if I snore.

No problem, she said.

The next thing I felt were those razor sharp nails dragging gently against my ball sac and her lips wrapping around my dick.

Fuck.

She got me hard and kept me hard for about ten or fifteen minutes. Then she either got bored, or figured she’d gotten me horny again, because she suddenly stopped what she was doing, rolled to her side of the bed and put her head on the pillow as if to go to sleep.

Oh no you don’t!

She had awakened desire in my from some deep wellspring that by all rights shouldn’t have existed at this point.

I grabbed her, rolled her onto all fours and came at her from behind.  I could see from the way she moved that this was exactly what she had expected.  The little wench knew I couldn’t sleep after half a blow job.

This was gonna be possible, but only if I did it like Vin Diesel — fast & furious.

And that’s how it went… my hands grabbing her pelvis and basically slamming her up and down until I was exhausted.  The noises coming from her throughout could have been pain or joy.  It didn’t much matter to me — she was getting what she deserved.

And finally — blessedly — I came.

I collapsed, exhausted.  My heart was pounding.  I could barely breathe.  Suddenly I understood how guys like me died from heart attacks during sex.

Even my ex was collapsed in a heap, and she hadn’t done anything except get thrown around like a rag doll.  That’d teach her.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

If I don’t die in the next five minutes I should be fine,  I said.

I got a bottle of green tea from the refrigerator and drank it down.  Just what my heart needed — caffeine.

Eventually I caught my breath.

Can I sleep now?  I asked her.

Okay, you sleep now… sorry, she said.

But I knew she wasn’t.

It was almost three in the morning.  I could just manage two hours of sleep.

I closed my eyes.

An instant later I was awakened by a loud noise.  It was my alarm.

It was 5 a.m.

Fuck!

I got up and staggered to the toilet.  I knew what I must smell like, but I couldn’t really face that cold shower at 5 a.m. on two hours’ sleep.  I made a mild effort to wash the scum away from my groin area and I brushed my teeth.   That would have to do.

I went into the room and packed.  My ex girlfriend followed me around like a puppy, then sat on my lap when I’d finished.  She told me that she wished I could stay longer, but that she was really happy that I hadn’t left last night.

She said she was sorry for not letting me sleep.

No you’re not, I said, laughing.

Okay, you’re right, I’m not, she agreed.

She started talking about coming to visit me in Bangkok soon.

Shit.  What exactly have I done here?

I told her I needed to go and she nodded.  She walked me down and hailed a motorcycle taxi for me.  I gave her a quick kiss.  She had morning breath laced with a vague cock-like taste.  I hopped on the bike, waved, and I was gone.

So now I sit on the bus to Bangkok.  The bargirl in the seat beside me is pretending to be asleep so she doesn’t have to talk to me. I suspect she’s put off by the way I probably smell.   She needn’t worry.  I’ve got no interest in her.

I arrived in Pattaya at 10:30 Wednesday night, and left at 6 a.m. on Saturday morning.  Including the price of two movie tickets and two bus tickets I spent barely over a thousand baht.  I got laid ten times by one of the two or three girls in the world that I most enjoy having sex with.  I think this qualifies as a good holiday.

There didn’t seem to be any suggestion of her dumping her sponsor and marrying me or anything stupid like that, but this morning’s talk about coming to see me in Bangkok may be a bad portent.

Getting laid in Thailand can cost a man in ways that don’t have anything to do with the money in his wallet.

Ah well.  No use worrying about it now.

After all, I’m just living for the moment in Bangkok.