Fuck, I really did it. I slammed the door on all that Parisian shit. Gisèle, Lena, the lesbian blonde, the facing windows… it had eaten my brain and my balls. I quit by email, sold the Levallois apartment in three weeks flat, and took a one-way ticket to Bangkok. Digital nomad my ass. Truth is, I was running. Or looking for a new playground.
The condo is on the 25th floor, Sukhumvit, Asok area. Floor-to-ceiling bay window with a 180-degree view over a jungle of lights, skyscrapers, rooftops and infinity pools. As soon as the taxi dropped me, I dumped my suitcases, cracked open a cold Singha, and planted myself in front of the glass like an idiot. It was 9 PM, the city was already pulsing.
Holy shit.
Right across, barely fifty meters away, a hotel building with open balconies. On one of them, a slim Thai girl with a dancer’s body was getting fucked standing against the railing by a fat farang. Her mini-skirt was hiked up on her hips, she was arching her back, moaning loud while he pounded her. Two floors up, two girls in thongs were filming themselves licking each other on a deck chair, pink lights highlighting their firm little tits. Down below by the infinity pool, a group of nomads and locals were already heating things up: laughter, wandering hands, one girl on her knees in front of a guy.
My dick got hard instantly in my shorts. I pulled the fabric down, took it out, heavy and already veiny. I started stroking slowly, hand sticky with sweat from the humidity. The head glistened under the neon reflections. With every stroke I watched that couple on the balcony: she turned her head toward me, as if she knew she was being watched. I sped up. Heavy balls slapping my thigh. I came in under three minutes, powerful jets splattering the bay window, thick and white, slowly dripping down the glass like fresh paint.
I stayed there, forehead against the glass, breathing hard.
“You’re a real fucking monster, David. Didn’t even last two hours.”
The next morning I tried to work. Nomad coworking two streets away, full of guys in shorts and girls in crop tops pretending to trade or create content. And that’s when I saw her.
Mai.
24, perfect caramel skin, long black hair in a high ponytail, shy smile hiding plump lips. Slim body but with curves exactly where they should be: firm little tits, tiny waist, round high ass. She wore a light white dress that hinted at her endless legs. She was working on a MacBook, design student she told me later.
We talked. In French, for fuck’s sake. She’d learned it in high school and with tourists. Two hours on everything and nothing. She laughed softly at my lame jokes, looked at me with those almond-shaped black eyes that already made me hard under the table. At the end she accepted dinner that same evening.
I went back to the condo with my heart pounding like a teenager. I showered, put on a clean polo and clean shorts. We met on the rooftop of my building. Insane view, Bangkok lights sparkling. We drank cocktails, talked even more. She was sweet, almost shy. She touched my arm when she laughed, but when my hand got too close to her thigh she gently pushed it away: “Not so fast, David… I’m not like the girls you probably knew in Paris.”
At the end of the evening, in front of the elevator, she stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek. For a long time. Her sweet perfume stayed on my skin. I felt her warm breath against my ear.
“See you tomorrow, okay?”
I went back up alone. Dick hard as wood in my shorts. I opened the bay window wide, the moist Bangkok air rushed in. Across the way the show continued: another girl getting fucked doggy-style on a balcony this time. I pulled out my cock, still sensitive from the day before, and started stroking again slowly.
But this time I was thinking about Mai. About her mouth brushing my cheek. About her little tits poking through her dress. About that perfect ass swaying when she walked.
I came even harder, groaning her name like an idiot. Cum shot onto the balcony railing, a few drops falling twenty-five floors down.
I wiped myself, looked at the city that never sleeps.
“You came here to calm down, David. And you’re already falling for a girl who won’t fuck on the first night… while all of Bangkok is fucking in front of your windows.”
Paris had turned me into a pervert.
Bangkok was going to finish the job.
And the worst part? I couldn’t wait to see Mai again tomorrow.
To be continued.