Asian Heat (8 page)

It was a hot
night and even with the fan Dave was bathed in sweat.
 
He took off his t-shirt and tossed and turned wearing only
his boxer shorts.

He drifted in and
out of sleep. He tried sleeping on his back, on his side and on his front, but
nothing made the lumpy mattress bearable. He was half asleep when he heard the
wooden door scrape open. He was lying face down and he twisted his head around
as the door grated shut. He wondered if it was just the wind but then he heard
a soft footfall and a slight swishing sound as the mosquito net was moved
aside.

The room was in
almost total darkness. “Zed, is that you?” he asked, but there was no reply. He
felt the mattress move as his visitor knelt down and then soft, warm hands
caressed his left calf.

He started to
roll over but a hand pushed him in the small of the back. “You want me to lie
down?” he said.
 
“Okay, I can do
that.”
 
He settled back down,
resting his chin on his hands.
 
The
hand moved from his back and returned to his leg. The fingers moved around his
ankle and then slowly worked their way up to his right knee. “That’s good,” he
sighed, and then he caught his breath as the hands slid up his thigh.
 
“Oh my God,” he whispered.

The hands slid up
and down, easing their way inside his boxer shorts and then back down, up and
down, with a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Each time the fingers moved inside his
shorts they went higher and higher until he was sure that the next stroke would
touch his dick.
 
He felt himself
grow harder and harder but then suddenly the hands were gone.

“What?” he said.
“What’s happening?”
 
He twisted
around and was about to push himself up off the mattress but a hand pressed him
back down.

The massage
continued, this time on his right leg. This time he knew that the hands were
going to end up inside his boxer shorts, and the anticipation as they gradually
moved slowly up his leg was almost unbearable. He opened his legs as he felt
himself grow harder and he moaned, hoping that if she knew how turned on he was
she’d move faster. She didn’t. The hands continued to move slowly, up to his
knee, massaging the joint and then up further, to his thigh.

He moaned softly
as he felt himself grow even harder. The fingers nudged his boxer shorts, then
returned all the way down to his knee and he grunted in frustration.

The hands were
strong, and she clearly knew what she was doing.
 
He realised that it probably wasn’t Zed, she was far too
inexperienced.
 
It might have been
Lek, or Zed’s sister, but the massage was so good and so thorough that he
wondered if perhaps Zed’s mother had decided to pay him a nocturnal visit. The
hands moved up into his boxers and he gasped, but just as quickly they
retreated down his thigh.

“You’re driving
me crazy,” sighed Dave. There was no reply. He was no nearer working out who
was giving him the massage but frankly he didn’t care because it felt so good.
His erection was throbbing and he shifted his weight to allow his dick to move
and as he did the hands slid right up into his boxers and fingernails scraped
his balls. He almost came but almost immediately the hands were gone.

He felt the
mattress move and realised that she was now sitting next to him. Her hands
reached for his shoulders and began a firm, rhythmic massage. Her fingers
probed between his muscles, sometimes painfully hard, sometimes soft, small
circular movements that within minutes had him in a state of almost total
relaxation. His erection subsided but he didn’t care.

“That is so
good,” he sighed. “So, so good.”

The fingers
continued to work their magic, moving down his spine. There were loud clicks as
the fingers manipulated the bones, aligning them perfectly.

“Please, tell me
who you are.” said Dave.

There was no
reply. The hands began to move up and down his back, soft and smooth, and with
each caress he felt as if he was sinking deeper into the mattress.
 
They moved up to his neck, and then
down to his waist, then back up, then they gently brushed his sides as they
moved down to his boxers. He felt a tug at his waist and realised that she was
removing his boxers so he wriggled around and she slipped them off. He felt
suddenly exposed, lying there totally naked.

He began to pant,
wondering where she was going to touch him next. He rested his head on his
hands, trying to steady his breathing. He flinched as something brushed his
left thigh, a tickling sensation, he couldn’t tell if it was a finger or a
nipple or her tongue.
 
The tickling
continued, then it was joined by a second sensation, something soft and
wet.
  
Dave shivered in
anticipation.
 
“God that’s
amazing,” he sighed. The sensation stopped almost immediately.

Hands reached
between his legs, stroking his thighs, softly but insistent, and Dave raised up
his hips, trying to encourage her to hold his dick but each time he did the
hands moved away. It was frustrating, but very erotic – the more he
showed that he enjoyed it, the quicker it stopped.
 
Only when he lay still did the hands move closer and closer
to his dick.

The massage
continued, slow and deliberate, and his erection got harder and harder. Dave
didn’t care who was touching him, he just wanted to come. He began to pant and
then it stopped and he sighed in frustration, Then he felt hands gripping his
ankles and he realised that she wanted him to turn over. He grunted as he
rolled over, then lay on his back staring into the dark. He couldn’t see
anything other than a vague dark shape in the blackness.

The hands began
to stroke his ankles, then began to move purposefully towards his groin, the
nails dragging against his skin, scratching and teasing. He flinched as nails
ran over his knees. “You’re driving me crazy,” he gasped.

The hands reached
his balls and the nails scratched against his scrotum, then they slowly circled
his dick. For a few seconds there was no movement at all, and then she began to
pump him, slowly at first and then faster.

“Yes, God yes,”
he moaned.
 
Then the pumping stopped
and he thought that she was teasing him again but then he felt warm breath on
his dick and then her tongue slowly licked him from the base to the tip, then
she paused before taking him in her mouth.

“Oh my God,” he
said. He reached for her hair but she slapped his hand away and she slid him
out of her mouth.

He realised what
was happening. If he touched her, she’d stop. He sighed. “Okay, okay,” he said,
raising his hands above his head and surrendering to her.

He felt her warm
breath again and then her mouth enveloped him and she began to move her head up
and down. She cupped his balls with one hand as she continued to work her mouth
up and down. It was like being enveloped in warm water, there was next to no
pressure, just a pulsing sensation that made him grow harder by the second.

“Oh my God,” he
moaned. “That’s just…. Oh my God…”

He gave himself
over to the sensation; it was as if nothing else existed other than his dick
and her mouth.
 
She began to move
her head faster and faster and she gently squeezed his balls as if she knew
that he was about to come. He didn’t want it to end, he wanted it to go on
forever, but he could feel the pressure building.

“I’m going to
come,” he moaned. “Oh God, I’m going to come.”

He thought that
she might take her mouth away because he knew that some girls, even ones that
had been working the bars for years, didn’t like the guy to come in their
mouth, but she carried on working his dick and balls, harder and more insistent
now.

Dave’s hips began
to move as if they had a life of their own. She matched his rhythm and he
groaned as he pounded into her mouth. Images flashed through his mind. Zed’s
young breasts. Her mother’s soft mouth. Lek’s long legs. Zed’s sister’s soft
hair.
 
He had no idea which of them
was working on him but he was past caring. He felt his balls about to explode
and he fought to prolong it but then his groin turned liquid and he let it go.
His dick twitched as he came, pumping semen into the soft warm mouth. She kept
him in his mouth until he was spent, then she slowly licked him clean as she
continued to caress his balls.

“That was
amazing,” whispered Dave. He reached down to stroke her hair but a hand swatted
his away. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he said. “No touching. But at least tell me
who you are.”

The mattress
moved, there was a swish as she moved through the mosquito net, then the door
scraped open and closed.
 
He heard
a dog bark, and footsteps. Then silence. Dave tried to sit up but he had no
strength at all and he lay where he was, gasping for breath. His erection
gradually subsided and his breathing became even and regular and then he
slipped into a deep sleep.

He woke up to the
sound of a cock crowing. He wrapped his towel around his waist and padded over
to the bathroom under the main house.
 
Zed’s mother was already there, chopping vegetables with a large
cleaver. She smiled at him and Dave nodded, wondering if she was smiling
because of what had happened the previous night. He winked at her and she
laughed.

As he threw
bowlfuls of warm water over his body, he decided that it had been Zed’s mother.
He doubted that Zed would have been so willing to give him a blow job, and
Zed’s sister was probably taking care of her baby.
 
It was a pity that Zed’s mother didn’t speak better English
because he would really like to see her again. No one had ever touched him the
way she had, and her oral was the best he’d ever had, and Dave had received a
hell of a lot of blow jobs over the years. He felt himself growing hard so he
pushed thoughts of Zed’s mother from his mind. He dried himself, wrapped the
towel around his waist, and walked out of the bathroom.
 
Lek was standing there and she grinned
when she saw him. “Did you sleep well?” she asked.

Dave wondered if
she was teasing him, if she wanted him to know that she was the one who had
visited him during the night. “Sure,” he said. “What about you?”

“Couldn’t sleep,”
she said. “Too horny.” She brushed past him and slipped into the bathroom.

Dave ran a hand
over his shaved head. Now he was confused. If it had been Lek, that would have
explained the blow job, because as a go-go dancer, and a pretty one, she had
probably done it hundreds of times.

He went back to
his shack and put on his jeans and clean shirt and packed his bag. It was just
before eight and the minibus was due at any minute. As he left the shack he saw
Zed coming down the steps of the main house, holding her bag.

“Good morning,”
he said.

“Good morning,”
she said. She put down her bag and to his surprise she kissed him on the cheek.
“You’re a good man, Dave,” she said.

“Thank you,” said
Dave.

“You help my
family, you have a good heart.”

“I’m happy to
help you, Zed. Happy to help your family.”

A horn sounded
and the minibus pulled up in front of the house.

“Dave, when we in
Bangkok, you can pay my barfine.”

“Really?” said
Dave.

Zed nodded
seriously. “You good man for me and good man for my family. You have good
heart.
 
I can go with you.” She
kissed him on the cheek again.

Dave smiled.
“Thanks,” he said.

“You can be my
first customer,” she said, and giggled.

“Okay,” said
Dave. “Zed, did you come to me last night?”

Zed nodded, and
giggled again. “Yes,” she said.

Her answer took
Dave by surprise because he didn’t think that a girl as young as Zed could have
been capable of giving him such an amazing sexual experience. “Really?” he
said.

She nodded again.
“Yes, in my dream.” She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.

“No, I mean did
you come to my room last night?”

The minibus
driver sounded his horn again. The three girls from the bar were walking down
the road carrying their bags. They waved at Zed and she waved back and shouted
something to them in Thai.

“Zed, last night?
Did you give me a massage and…” She looked at him, confused. “Forget it,” he
said. “It doesn’t matter.”

Lek came over,
carrying her bag. “Time to go,” she said.

Zed went over to
her mother and Dave followed. Zed waied her mother, and Dave did the same.

“Kop khun ka,”
said Zed’s mother.

“She says thank
you,” said Zed. “Thank you for everything you do.”

“No problem,”
said Dave. Zed’s mother smiled and he couldn’t help look at her soft inviting
mouth and wonder if it had indeed been the mother who’d massaged him the
previous night.
 
“Lek, did you come
into my room last night?”

“Me? Did you want
me to? I thought you liked Zed, not me.”