Chapter 12
Sheila stayed aboard the plane when it stopped in Karachi. The city was too dangerous. She got off when she reached New Delhi, and spent two days. She went to Agra and visited the Taj Mahal. Such grandeur in the midst of grinding poverty distressed her. A Rajah built the Taj for his lady love, but still.. . .
On the way to Bangkok, she checked the manifest and saw that the passenger in seat 5A in first class was a travel agent. She remembered looking at him twice when she took a tour of the plane shortly after takeoff.
She sat down next to him and said, "Hello, David Howe. I'm Sheila Carpenter. The manifest says you're a travel agent. May I pick your brain?"
"If you'll put it back when you're finished with it," he replied.
"Where do you live?"
"Bangkok. I moved there about five years ago."
She explained to him what she was doing, and why. "I thought maybe you could give me a few pointers. We won't be competing with each other."
"As a matter-of-fact, we might be able to help each other. I can arrange tours for your clients who come to Bangkok, and you can take care of my clients who come to Denver."
They spent the rest of the trip to Bangkok talking about the travel business. When their arrival was announced, David suggested they continue their conversation over dinner.
"Only if you'll take me some place foreigners seldom visit," Sheila replied.
"I know just the place," David said. "Are you staying at the same hotel as the rest of your crew?"
"Yes. What time should I be ready."
"Oh, we don't want to start too early. About eight will be fine."
Sheila opened the door to her room and David's eyes widened.
"You look ravishing," he said. "I'll have to beat the men off with a big stick."
"Flattery will get you everything you want," she quipped. She contemplated fucking him, and her pussy tingled. "Even if it is false."
"Nothing false about it, lady. You're beautiful. Thai men love western women. Especially those who have five miles of gorgeous leg. That dress will make lots of eyes pop."
The top of her dress was two bands of soft material barely wide enough to cover about half of her full breasts. Alabaster tit flesh showed every time she moved. The short skirt flared into a fullness that accentuated her long, lovely legs.
"Does it show too much?" Her nipples felt as big as acorns. "It's too hot and humid to wear a bra and hose."
"It would be a shame to cover that gorgeous body with more than enough to stay out of jail."
"Are you going to take me slumming?"
"Not exactly. Tourists seldom see the places we're going, but they aren't slums."
"Then I'm ready, willing and able. I like to do things that scare other people."
He escorted her to a large car and helped her into the back seat.
"This is real class, David-a limo and chauffeur. I'm impressed. I hope you didn't go to all this trouble just for me."
"The traffic in this city scares the hell out of me. I don't drive unless it's an emergency."
They went to a couple of high-class strip clubs where they were the only foreigners for drinks, then to a restaurant.
"This isn't like the restaurants at home," he said.
"Good. As long as I don't get roped into doing anything against my will, I'm game."
They entered a room with a large plate glass window on one side. A man wearing a tuxedo stood silently nearby. Women sat in rows of chairs facing the window. Each woman wore a white smock and a metal badge with a number on it.
"What's this?" she said.
"What type woman do you like?"
"Never thought about it. I've never gone one-on-one with a woman. It's always happened in a threesome."
David chuckled. "That's good to know, but it isn't what I meant. Choose one. You'll see why later."
"Odd," she mused.
All the women were Oriental, which was to be expected. All had dark eyes and long black hair. The similarities ended there. They varied in shape, size, color of skin, age and facial features. Some were light-skinned, some dark, some plain and ugly, and some beautiful. A pretty young woman with medium-dark skin struck her eye.
"How about Number 2?"
David nodded. "Good choice." He turned and spoke to the man in Thai. "Now, we go to our dining room," he told Sheila.
"Is the girl coming with us?"
"Girls," David replied. "I chose one, too. Number 5."
"The real dark one? I thought about her. Why did we choose them?"
"They serve us," he replied cryptically.
"They're our waitresses?"
"Yes, in a manner of speaking."
They were escorted up two flights of stairs to a private room. The man opened the door and bowed. Sheila stepped up one step into the room. The girls were waiting for them. They moved forward together. They bowed with their hands clasped palm to palm and their fingers extended. They said something in Thai, then knelt in front of Sheila and David and removed their shoes.
A deep pile carpet covered the floor. The table in the center of the room sat in a well with the top level with the floor. The girls took Sheila's hands and helped her sit on a bench covered with the same plush carpet that covered the floor. It seemed an unusual way to sit, but comfortable.
"Neat," she remarked. "This is all a big mystery to me. Is every restaurant in Bangkok like this?"
"No, most are ordinary restaurants. These places are a distinctive drawing card for tourists who want something a little different."
"So, if I open a travel agency, I can count on you to give my clients this same treatment?"
"That's the idea. I have several young men and women working for me who escort tourists. Depending on their tastes."
The two girls joined them, wearing only tiny, sheer bikini panties. Number 2 sat on Sheila's right and number 5 sat on David's left. Sitting next to a nearly nude girl titillated Sheila. She must find a way to repay her darling husband for making this wonderful adventure possible.
"So, great white guide, what now?" she said, eyeballing both sets of pert, pear-shaped brown tits.
"Dinner will arrive in a minute," he replied, grinning at Sheila's reaction to the girls.
"Okay, you're the one who knows what's going on."
The door opened and two young men pushed trays laden with dishes and bowls of food across the floor without entering. Number 5 dragged the trays closer and transferred the food to the table. The girls chattered softly to each other as they started feeding Sheila and David.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Sheila muttered between bites. "I never expected to be spoon-fed like a baby! What is this stuff, anyway?"
"Do you like it?" he countered.
"Yeah, it's pretty good."
"Then don't ask. Just eat. By the way, have you ever had sake?"
"No. Don't even know what it is. Sounds like something licentious." She grinned impishly. "In which case, I'll probably like it."
"It's Japanese rice wine. It's is always served warm. It tastes terrible cold. It's as smooth as silk, and as powerful as TNT. That's what you're drinking now. Enjoy it, but take it easy."
Sheila failed to heed his advice. Number 2 held the cup to her lips often. Just as often, she emptied the small cup instead of taking small sips.
The meal lasted over an hour. Periodically, more laden trays were pushed through the door. No one else entered the room. The two girls chattered to each other and giggled constantly. Number 2 seemed to make a special effort to rub her bare body, especially her saucy tits, all over Sheila. She also spent a lot of time ogling the redhead's chest. Sheila noticed, but didn't say anything.
When the meal was finished, the girls stacked the dishes on the trays and put them outside the door. They returned to the table and served hot tea, chattering and giggling.
"What are they talking about?" Sheila asked. "And why do they keep giggling?"
"They giggle because they're nervous and a little embarrassed. Western women rarely come here. Neither do Thai wives, for that matter. You fascinate them."
"Oh? What do they find so fascinating about me?"
"Your hair.. .your large, firm breasts.. .your body. Hell, lady, every wonderful, beautiful part of you!"
"Sounds like they aren't the only ones," she said with a soft chuckle.
Number 5 giggled and directed a rapid question at David.
"They want to know if they can touch your hair and skin," he said.
It was Sheila's turn to giggle. The sake had just about destroyed her inhibitions. The erotic atmosphere created by the two nearly naked girls finished the job. "Hell, why not? This foxy little nymph has been rubbing her cute tits all over me since we got here anyway."
David nodded to the girls. Number 5 climbed over him and sat between him and Sheila. Both girls ran their hands over and through Sheila's silken hair and over the parts of her body not covered by her dress. Several times, small brown hands came very close to her breasts.
She sat very still, her eyes shifting from the four soft brown hands to the rapt faces of the two girls, to David's face. Her outer calm was not duplicated by what was happening inside her. Strong quivers tingled every nerve ending-from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She was glad she had worn panties. Something had to catch the river of juice pouring from her pussy, or she would have left a large wet spot under her ass.
David watched the girls with envious eyes. He would have given anything to change places with either of them. He breathed deeply and tried to control the fire raging in his groin and brain. His cock strained the front of his pants, struggling to get out.
Number 2 directed a question at David, this time without a hint of a giggle.
"They want to know if they can look at your breasts."
Sheila laughed softly. She was aroused just enough, and just drunk enough on sake, to see nothing wrong with letting the girls feast their greedy little brown eyes on her bare tits. This was turning out to be quite a dinner! She looked at her chest, at the door, then at David.
"It's locked," he said softly. "You might as well. Most of them are showing anyway." His mouth was so dry, he could barely talk. He did manage a smile. One that was almost a leer.
Sheila smiled dreamily and nodded her head slowly.
David didn't have to translate. Each girl grasped one strap of Sheila's dress. Slowly, almost reverently, they pulled the narrow bands off her shoulders. The upper slopes of her large, swollen mounds came into view. They pulled the top lower, and her nipples appeared. The buds were very hard, so hard they almost hurt, and stood way out from the milky white globes.
David smiled weakly. He put his hand in his lap and rubbed his pulsating prick through his pants. He shifted his ass nervously. His eyes burned. His tongue moved slowly over his dry lips.
The girls pushed the top of Sheila's dress down to her waist. They oohed and aahed and twittered and giggled. They stared raptly at her tits and licked their lips in unison, as though they could already taste the tender buds.
Sheila took a deep breath and pushed her chest out. Her large tits stood out firmly in their naked glory. She displayed them more for David than the girls. She knew he was going to fuck her later. He didn't have a choice! She shuddered and swallowed hard. Her eyes locked with David's burning gaze.
"Well, what do you think?" she said softly.
He licked his lips. "Breathtaking isn't adequate to describe them," he croaked, unable to tear his eyes from the gorgeous mounds of mammary flesh.
"Thank you," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "I'm glad you like them. The girls seem to think they're okay, too."
"Okay falls far short of describing them. Your nipples are so finely textured, so perfect. If you really don't understand why the girls think they're so fantastic, just compare theirs to yours."
She did. When she looked at their tits, they seemed to take it as a signal they could act freely.
Number 2 got on her knees and rubbed her nipples against one of Sheila's tits. Number 5 got on her knees and rubbed her nipples against Sheila's other tit.
"Oh, David, I'm as hot as a five-alarm fire," Sheila whispered. "Are we going to leave soon? I want you to fuck me."
His grin broadened. Her carnal desire, stated so blatantly, thrilled him. "Not yet, dear. Hang on and let the desire build. It will be worth it. Why don't you take your dress off? Let the girls see your whole fantastic body."
"The girls and David," she said softly. She pushed her ass up and sat on the floor.
The girls understood. They slid her dress over her full hips and down her long, shapely legs. She stood with her feet on the seat. She towered over the girls as they knelt by her. They were as mesmerized as David by her statuesque, voluptuous body. She wore only a pair of the skimpiest panties-two pieces of filmy material supported by an elastic waistband. Her luxuriant reddish gold bush filled the front wedge. A large wet spot was clearly visible.
Four soft brown hands set upon her abundant charms. They caressed her long, shapely legs and ran their fingers through the reddish gold forest between her thighs, oohing and aahing over the soft fur. Number 2 got on her knees and planted a lingering kiss on Sheila's slit. Again, Number 5 copied her.
Sheila sighed and shivered, and her knees shook. The girls helped her sit down again. Their soft hands roamed all over her body, touching, exploring, worshipping it with tender caresses. Sheila moaned with pleasure. Her emotions were building to a fevered pitch and higher, threatening to explode between her legs. When a mouth closed over each of her thick nipples, a hard tremor shot through her body. Her pussy tingled and flowed harder.
"My nipples are so sensitive," she whispered. "I'm so hot, I'm about to explode. I need to cum so badly."
"Wait," David said.
He stretched up and pushed a bell button on the wall. A small door in the back of the room opened and two more girls, wearing white smocks, came in. Both were very pretty and exuded sexuality.
Sheila looked at David and lifted one eyebrow. He grinned and slid closer to her so he had a better view of the new arrivals, and of her. She put a hand behind the heads of the girls suckling on her tits and watched the new arrivals, waiting with bated breath to see what they were going to do.
The girls faced the table, bowed and took off their smocks. Dark brown, erect nipples topped their larger than average, hard jutting tits. They faced each other and moved together. They wiggled their upper bodies, rubbing nipples against nipples.
David rested his arm on the carpeted floor with his hand near Sheila's shoulder. "Aren't they sexy?" he said.
"Absolutely! Are they going to eat each other?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Hmmm, that sounds interesting. I've never watched girls do each other. These two hanging onto my tits are something else, too. Here girls, turn those loose before you make me cream in my panties. They're already wet enough." She pulled the girls away from her nipples, put her arms around them, and snuggled them close.
The girls shifted their attention to another part of her anatomy. Two little hands slipped under the edge of her panties and started exploring her hairy crotch. She gasped when ten tender fingers touched the blood-gorged lips of her pussy.
"My panties don't amount to much, but they sure do get in the way," she muttered. She lifted her ass and wiggled it.
The girls immediately took the hint. Her panties were around her ankles in a flash. She lowered her ass, kicked her panties under the table, and spread her legs wide. The tender little clever fingers immediately went at her wide open twat.
"Mmmmmm," she muttered softly.
The size of her pussy lips awed them. Her thick red bush thrilled them. Her long slit excited them. Four soft brown hands felt every inch of her garden of paradise. They ran their fingers through the soft curls, caressed the lips, and pulled them apart to gaze at the pink interior. When they discovered her large clit, they nearly went wild. One girl squeezed the hood between her fingers, making it stand way out. The other girl ran the tip of her finger over it until it rose all the way out of its hiding place.
Sheila's ass wiggled rapidly and her body vibrated. "Oh, David, just look at what they're doing to me!" she whispered harshly.
"I'm looking, I'm looking," he said, his voice laden with lust.
The girls slid a finger into Sheila's hole together. Her eyes glazed over and her body spasmed like a plucked banjo string.
"Dear, God!" she whispered hotly. "They're going to drive me right out of my fucking mind!"
"Me, too!" David said, just as hotly.
Sheila blinked her eyes and looked at the showgirls. They were kissing and fingering each other's pussies. One girl sank to the floor and spread her brown thighs wide. The other girl got over her, head to foot.
"Now, they're going to do it!" David whispered excitedly.
Sheila stretched one arm across the body of the girl on her left and put her hand in David's lap, on the lump of hard cock straining to get out.
"Why are you still dressed? I'm sitting here buck naked with two charming young women playing with my pussy, and you still have your clothes on. I want to see your cock!"
David stripped quickly. He picked up the girl between him and Sheila and put her on the opposite side of him. He slid over next to Sheila so their hips touched. Sheila looked at his erect cock. The thick red head glistened with a coating of pre-cum. She didn't touch it. Not yet. She wanted to save that until he was ready to stick it in her and fuck her brains out.
"Oh, my, what a magnificent cock," she said softly. "Are you going to give it to me later?"
"All you can take, lady."
She smiled, a wicked, seductive smile. "Maybe I can take a lot more than you think," she teased.
"God, how lucky can one man get?"
She watched his girl wrap both hands around his cock, then looked at the showgirls. They were writhing on the floor, busily eating each other out. She knew they weren't faking it. Erotic thrills raced from her cunt, spreading rapidly over her body. She reached over and toyed with her girl's nipples.
"God, David, I've got to cum!" she whispered hoarsely. "Tell this adorable little thing playing with my pussy to get me off!"
David spoke to the girl rapidly. She went to her knees between Sheila's splayed thighs. Sheila expected a finger. A tongue was so much better. She scooted her ass forward and opened her thighs wider. Her hands flew to the back of the girl's head. She pulled it forward and watched intently as the girl put her mouth on her hairy snatch.
She looked at David. His girl was also on her knees between his legs, still stroking his prick with both hands. She put one hand behind the girl's head and pushed gently.
"Go down on him, darling. Fuck your enticing little mouth with that big thing."