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A college boy gets a chance with his former teacher.
"I'll never forget number 23" is a standard joke among men in Thailand.
I took a taxi to the massage parlor and nervously found my way to the side door. Waiting for me was an older woman with a small flashlight. I slipped in through the door and the woman led me down pitch black corridors and up a freight elevator to Noi's room. The corridors were dark to ensure that surreptitious customers like me did not run into their boss or spouse or priest.
Noi's room contained a bathtub and a massage table covered with a mattress. Noi was dressed in a white nurse-like uniform although the dress was too short and the zipper down the front open enough to reveal what little cleavage she had. She had the number 42 pinned to her chest.
We exchanged air kisses and she said, "You want bath?" I said yes. She gave me a plastic hair cover to keep my hair from getting wet and while I took my clothes off she filled up the bath tub. She knew I liked very hot water. I slipped into the bathtub, leaned back, and relaxed. It had been a hard week at work.
To avoid getting wet while bathing me, Noi pulled her dress over her head and hung it up. She was wearing only lacy panties. At my house, she hadn't taken her clothes off and I marveled at how truly small she was. Her pointed tits were mosquito bites and her nipples were like licorice jelly beans. OK, that's a bad simile, but I can't think of anything better. I like jelly beans.
Noi bathed me with hands and lofa sponge, dried me with a big towel and I laid down on the massage table. Noi was a good masseuse. She climbed all over me and pulled, tweaked, pressed, and squeezed every part of me, including standing on my back and massaging me with her toes. She finished by sitting on my upper legs and leaning over me with hands spread on each side of my groin pressing down, letting up, pressing down, and letting up in a move to ensure that the customer was ready and eager for the finale -- which for men was masturbation.
I was ready and eager that day. With my clitoris feeling as swollen as a pumpkin, I pulled the tiny Thai girl down on top of me and locked my arms around her in an embrace, her long black hair falling on my chest. Noi pointed to her panties. "I take off?" she asked. I nodded and she slipped them off and we lay together. For the first time in my life I felt another woman's naked pussy pressing against my own. She was shaved; I had a narrow triangle of hair.
Noi anticipated that I wanted more than a finger massaging my clitoris -- she also knew that I tipped well -- and she slipped down the bed, looking up at me for confirmation, and stuck her tongue into my slit and began to lick and suck on my clitoris. In three strokes of the tongue, I cummed, bouncing my body wildly up and down on the massage table while she kept her tongue working on me.
I was still shaking with ecstasy, that tiny Thai girl in my arms, when I decided I wanted more. I lusted for this girl. I kissed her, a long lingering kiss in which our tongues met. I put my hand between her legs and began to feel her. "We fuck?" asked Noi.
I wasn't sure what that meant for women, but I said "Yes." I got up from the massage table, rolled her over on her back, stood beside her and began to kiss and caress her body. I've done a "round the world" many times with men but with a woman it was different. She was brown as a bean, tiny, silken, and her black hair cascaded over her shoulders. I would kill for such hair. I completed my round the world with my tongue in her vagina, her hips gyrating moving back and forth to capture my tongue.
She seemed to be near a climax when I got back on the massage table and got on top of her. I wanted to feel what it was like for a man when he mounts a woman. Her hand slipped down to my clitoris, my hand to hers, and we brought each other to climax. Mine was real. Hers? She was a professional, after all, working for money, not love.
That was the beginning of an affair that lasted more than a year.