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An Extremely Erotic Experience
There is a bar I walk past almost every day. There are always two or three bar girls sitting outside and always at least one will smile, ask me to 'come inside' and grab one of my hands. I have always appreciated the gesture and given polite response and carried on to wherever I was headed, which is often another bar.
About a month ago a new girl appeared. She was beautiful. Not just ordinarily beautiful as so many girls are in Pattaya, Thailand, but drop dead gorgeous. Girls as beautiful as her take my breath away and cause the spoken word stumble over my tongue. Why make a fool of myself? She would smile and grab my hand and it was as if I was poleaxed. I could not wait to escape her silken grip.
I saw her time and again. Her smile warmed my heart for some hours after I had passed. I really did not want more.
I don't know why but the other day I took her hand and walked with her into the bar.
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Her name was Oh, she came from Chonburi and was 27 years old. Sitting with her I was intoxicated by her scent. I could taste her. Her skin was flawless, her long hair dark hair shone, her figure perfection, her teeth like pearls and her lips oh so very kissable. It was her eyes that hypnotised. Brown like most Thai girls but bigger than most and with a smokey depth. Looking into her eyes was like looking into a crystal ball. I could see happiness.
Oh did not speak too much English but with my little bit of Thai we got to know and understand about each other. I learned about her family and she understood I had a 'Mia Isaan' back in my bed. We drank, chatted, kissed and caressed. Nothing heavy, no liberties.
To be honest I would have been happy just to sit and look at her but she asked if I wanted to play a game. The game was Connect 4. Harmless enough. A lot of fun. Played it with my kids for many an hour in years gone by. Played it recently in bars with other girls.
It started out ordinarily enough. We were evenly matched. She then upped the stakes and said we should used two tiles at a time. More interesting.
Her next suggestion seemed pointless. We were to play as before but were not to look where we put the tiles but only to look at each other. I never dreamed that Connect 4 could be erotic but it was, mind blowingly so. In fact at points it was better than sex. Only it was sex but on a plane higher than the physical one.
Her beautiful face looked into mine. Her perfect eye brows twitched together and independently. She grinned, she grimaced, she looked fierce, devilish, like an angel. She licked her lips. Her eyes drew me deep into their depths where I was bathed in the magic of them. I surfaced refreshed and tingling. She smiled. She was orgasmic. So was I.
I wanted her so much. Connect 4 had seduced me. I ached for her. She said "Not today, Tomorrow at eight."