Part One

My name is Percy Nash. A few years ago, my beloved wife of 32 years, Colleen, passed away from the effects of bowel cancer. She was just 56 years old. The end came as a blessing. During the last few weeks of her life, she was merely existing—not truly living. I didn’t want to see her suffer any further. I was 59 at the time of Colleen’s death.

Like many widowers, I went through a few months of depression after the death of my longtime spouse. I was not at all used to being alone. My two children, both girls, were married.  They had busy lives of their own. Furthermore, they lived a considerable distance from me and from each other. Thus, we seldom saw each other in person, although we did stay in touch frequently with telephone calls and emails.

My neighbors, the Raskind family, had been especially supportive to me during Colleen’s lengthy illness. Joanne Raskind, a terrific cook, would often personally deliver what she deemed “care packages” of treats and sometimes complete, home-cooked meals to cheer me up. They always did. Her husband, Albert, frequently dropped by for impromptu visits just so I could talk to another male close to my age about whatever was troubling me. His steady presence was a comfort to me through some very challenging times.

Fortunately, I was semi-retired and financially well off when Colleen died. I still worked, but it was sporadic. I generally put in a few days per week as a consultant for the company that had employed me for 35 years. I no longer needed to physically report for work at the office. I could simply check in via my computer and do what had to be done from the comfort and convenience of my own home or pretty much anywhere else. This gave me a lot of free time and a very flexible work schedule. For example, I could travel whenever I felt like doing so.

During one of Albert’s visits, toward the end of Colleen’s illness, he suggested I should plan to take a long trip somewhere exotic as a way of starting a new chapter in my life. He suggested Thailand as a destination because he frequently traveled there as a sales rep for the medical supply company that employed him. The idea intrigued me, so I started doing some research on the country. One travel website proclaimed, “Thailand is famous for its stunning beaches and islands, vibrant cities like Bangkok, rich cultural heritage, delicious cuisine, and friendly people, making it a popular tourist destination.” When I asked Albert if that was an accurate description, he agreed it was. He also coyly added that Thailand was known for other things that generally were not discussed in mainstream tourism literature.

I just chortled, fully realizing that Thailand had long been famous for its thriving sexual tourism. “Albert,” I said. “I’m going to be 60 years old soon. I think my days of debauchery are long gone!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that, Percy,” he replied. “My friend, once you get a good look at the parade of pretty, available Thai females, you might think differently about that.”

I retorted, “Thinking is not the problem, Albert. My mind might be willing, but my old body might not comply!”

We both chuckled for a moment. Then Albert kindly said, “After all the years I’ve spent traveling for my company, I have some pull. I can arrange for the person who makes my travel arrangements to get you airline tickets and hotel accommodations in Bangkok at a special rate. It would be a real bargain, far cheaper than regular prices.”

I told him that sounded great. About a month after Colleen passed away, together we selected a two-week period in November for my vacation, not long after I had my 60th birthday—and I entrusted Albert with making all my travel arrangements via his company.

Part Two

The agent who planned my trip did an excellent job. At least it began that way. It included limousine service to my local airport and a very pleasant business-class flight overseas. Once my long flight touched down in Bangkok, another limo was waiting to transport me to the hotel. However, when I tried to check in, there was a slight mix-up: I was not listed as having reserved a room.

Luckily, I did have an official reservation confirmation number for such a situation. When the clerk entered it into his computer, Albert Raskind’s name showed up on the screen rather than mine. I explained, as best I could to someone whose first language was not English, that Albert was a friend who had booked the room on my behalf. The clerk summoned the manager, and I explained the situation for a second time. I had to wait for the manager to email Albert to verify my claim, but it did not take too long before my name replaced Albert’s in the hotel’s registry.

“We apologize for the misunderstanding and the delay, sir,” the manager sincerely told me in flawless English. He added, “Your room has been paid in full for two weeks, and you will receive our five-star service, of course.” I had no idea what that entailed, but it sounded positive, so I made no comment. I thanked the man and followed the bellhop as he led me to the hotel elevator and my fourth-floor lodgings.

After I unpacked my suitcase and got organized for my stay, it was still early enough in the day for me to do some sightseeing. The hotel concierge kindly suggested some local attractions and had a driver take me there and pick me up. When I got back to the hotel, I had a meal in the house restaurant. It was not bad at all considering I was warned that Thai food could be overwhelming to diners who did not care for spicy fare. This was already a splendid vacation, and it had barely begun!

As I was heading to the elevator at about 8 p.m., the concierge intercepted me. “Just a reminder that your five-star service will arrive at 10 p.m., sir.” I simply said, “Okay, thank you.” I didn’t know what he was specifically referring to, but I suspected it was some sort of tasty treat that would arrive from the hotel’s kitchen. It turned out to be an absolute treat, alright—but it definitely did not come from the kitchen.

Part Three

After a long flight and a bit of tourism, I was a tired 60-year-old traveler. I had not intended to fall asleep, but I dozed off completely, still wearing my clothing, not long after I curled up on the king-size bed in my room. I was startled awake by a loud knock at my door. Two hours must have elapsed because when I glanced at the digital clock in the room, I saw it was precisely 10 p.m. in Bangkok.

I descended from the bed, walked to the door, and opened it. A middle-aged man in a business suit said to me, “You are not Albert Raskind! I must have the wrong room. I apologize.”

I stopped him as he was walking away.  I explained that he probably had the right room because it had been booked under Albert’s name—but I was the one registered into it.

“Oh, in that case,” he quickly concluded, “this five-star service delivery is for you!” He took two steps to his right. I could see that he grabbed someone by the hand and led her inside my room. “This is Mr. Raskind’s very favorite bedmate,” he explained to me. He felt it necessary to show me some paperwork in English that said, “Banyen, age 18, full service, 12 hours prepaid, very affectionate!”

Now I understood fully what this hotel’s “five-star service” was. I also realized that Albert probably traveled to Thailand frequently to primarily cheat on his wife with young Thai hookers rather than for business reasons. One look at Banyen and I completely understood why: She was gorgeous! Being Thai, she had straight black hair. Banyen had a yellow flower in it to highlight the beauty in her face—which was considerable. She was about 5’2”, fairly leggy for her height, had perfect sized breasts for someone her age and size, and had a sexy, mischievous smile. Banyen was wearing sandals, light blue shorts and a t-shirt with a picture of a desert oasis on it. What was not to love about her? She reminded me of the cute Asian girl who lived in my neighborhood, but Banyen was more than cute. Her good looks were off the chart!

The man in the suit continued, “Banyen will be a very pleasant bedmate for you. She is popular with the foreign men because she is a good girl. Banyen always pleases the customer very much. She understands and speaks English, too.”

“Well, that’s wonderful,” I said—because this truly was a wonderful surprise for me, a lonesome widower of 60.

“All is good then!” he said. “Someone will knock on your door at 10 a.m. tomorrow to pick her up. Enjoy!” He then walked out of the room and shut the door, leaving behind this stunning Thai teen beauty for me to have 12 hours of sexual fun with! Twelve hours! Wow! I would have been thrilled with 12 minutes!

“So, it is you, and not Mr. Albert Raskind, who is here?” she asked.

I said, “Yes, that is correct. You look disappointed.”

“Mr. Albert is a very kind gentleman,” Banyen began. “He is very easy with me when we do sex together. He is never rough or mean. In return, I always do my best to please him for the full 12 hours. Sometimes we have a bath or shower together after the sex act. Sometimes we just lie together in the bed, hugging and kissing until we fall asleep. Mr. Albert is a very nice man. Because he is so nice, I always fuck him good.”

“Yes, he’s a good friend of mine,” was the only thing I could think of as an adequate reply. Suddenly I was no longer the slightest bit tired from my long day. Then I added, “Banyen, I will be as nice to you as Albert always is—maybe even nicer.”

I paused for a moment or two to collect my thoughts before I praised her appearance. “I must say you are absolutely magnificent to behold. You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in all my life—and you’re just 18 years old! My goodness! I think you were sent from heaven!”

“Oh, such a wonderful compliment,” she replied, “Thank you! What is your name, please?”

“I am Percy Nash. You can call me Percy,” I said.

“I will, Mr. Percy.” I was about to tell Banyen she could omit the “mister” before my name, but I kind of liked hearing it. It gave her a subservient sense of herself towards me—which I found totally arousing, of course.

“Well, let’s begin!” I gleefully insisted.

Banyen disrobed in a few seconds. I took a little longer to shed my clothing because I was constantly stopping to marvel at this smiling teen Thai beauty standing before me absolutely naked. I was pleased to realize I already had at least a partial erection without too much work. I only wished I was 20 rather than 60 so I could perform in bed as I once had with Colleen: long, hard and often. I figured Banyen had probably been penetrated with bigger and harder dicks than mine, so I offered an apology in advance in case my old phallus disappointed her.

“No matter,” she said sweetly. “You will come, and I will enjoy it.” What a peach this girl was!

We hopped into bed from opposite sides and promptly met and embraced in the center. I immediately used my right hand to fondle one of Banyen’s beautiful breasts. It was so delightful that I caressed the other one too. While I had my hands full, Banyen began sensually kissing my face and neck. When she got to my lips, her kisses were so passionate that I stopped feeling her perfect set of jugs and embraced her as tightly as possible. She whispered something in my ear in Thai, which I did not understand. When I said, “What?” she giggled. “Oh, yes, in English,” she reminded herself. Then she gave me the translation: “I want you to have the best sex night of your life, Mr. Percy. I like you very much already.”

I was well on my way to just that. I gently played with and sucked on her mounds until I had an erection that a teenage lad would be proud of. Banyen found it fast and began to rub my shaft against her vagina. It had been quite a while since I had had sex with anyone, so I was certain that I’d blow my load very quickly at this pace. I said with a hint of desperation, “Banyen, I need to fuck your pussy now before I come too soon.”

“Okay!” she replied with wonderful enthusiasm. “Let me ride you, Mr. Percy, so you can relax totally and enjoy the fuck!”

That sounded fantastic to me, so I let Banyen mount me. She merrily did her stuff. This Thai teen was a highly skilled professional at the art of coitus, God bless her. My late wife had been good in the sack, but Banyen was in a league of her own. My stiff dick went completely inside her, and she bounced and gyrated while being penetrated to my maximum. When she started playing with my nipples as she rode me, I knew an ejaculation was near—very near. I hadn’t even thought about the potential consequences of my launching a sperm missile into her fertile pussy until now, but at that point I was beyond being able to control nature. I groaned and unleashed a sensational cum shot, making sure I held her hips against me so every drop of my load would fill her.

My dick was still pleasantly inside this lovely creature when she fell forward towards me for a passionately delivered kiss. “You see!” she eventually said. “I said you would have a come, and we both would enjoy ourselves. Thank you, Mr. Percy, for the beautiful fuck we just had. It was so good.”

“You’re thanking me? You have to be kidding, you angel!” I blurted in utter astonishment. I promptly lifted her gently off my dick which was starting to rapidly lose its hardness. I rolled her over on the bed and proceeded to kiss every inch of her supple body as a thank-you gesture for what was probably the best fuck of my 60-year life. When I got to her shaved vagina, I didn’t care that I had recently filled it with a large sample of my hot goo. Without hesitation, I licked and sucked on it too! (This would have been a double taboo among my horny high school buddies back in the day. They all claimed you should never (a) orally stimulate a prostitute’s pussy or (b) any girl’s pussy you had just come in. However, those guys had never shared a bed with beautiful Banyen from Thailand.) To my delight, I proudly brought this teenage hottie to an orgasm. It was like the clock had been turned back 40 years in my sexual life.

After Banyen’s sexy squirt (which I happily lapped up), she suggested an erotic shower for two to cleanse both of us. I agreed to that idea with alacrity. Soaping and washing Banyen’s body from head to toe—and vice versa—was almost as pleasurable as fucking her...well, almost. After toweling off, we got back into bed just to relax. I ordered some soft drinks from room service to refresh our thirst. Banyen gave the busboy the thrill of his life by answering the door in her fabulous birthday suit. This girl had no inhibitions whatsoever.

The next three hours we spent cuddling and kissing, feeling and fondling. I didn’t think it was possible for any woman to restore my 60-year-old penis to full attention for the second time in an evening, but Banyen did the trick with a combination hand job and blowjob. I apologized profusely for coming in her mouth without warning.

“No problem, Mr. Percy!” she said. “I like the taste of the man’s cum. Yours tastes much like Mr. Albert’s.” (I thought this would be a good bit of esoterica to entertain Albert with when I got back home!) Needing to be cleaned up again, Banyen and I took a second shower together, during which I refocused my attention on her lovely breasts. I got a partial erection from squeezing her torso’s treasures together, but I knew I was physically spent. Accordingly, I didn’t try for orgasm number three of the night. Then Banyen and I happily returned to bed where we joyfully fell asleep in each other’s arms at about 4 a.m.

Part Four

When we woke up at about 9:30 a.m., the first thing I did was pinch myself to make sure I hadn’t dreamt the whole thing. No, it was real, alright. The pinch hurt me, and this teenage Thai sexpot was still lying in my bed, not wanting to get up. I sucked on Banyen’s lovely tits for 15 minutes before I reluctantly said someone would be coming for her soon. Boy, was I sad to see 10 a.m. approaching!

At about 9:55, Banyen said something that made my day before it really began. “I’ll see you tonight at 10 o’clock again, Mr. Percy.”

“What!” I exclaimed with pure delight. “Are you coming back tonight to give me more sex?”

“I think so,” she replied. “Mr. Albert always tries to book me for every night he’s in Bangkok. Since you have his reservation, you probably have me, too.” Then she gave me a playful kiss on the cheek.

“Hallelujah!” I shouted. I gave her more than a kiss on the cheek. We had about five minutes before her ride showed up, so I sucked on her tits until my penis was rock hard. I pointed at it and joyfully said, “For you...tonight.”

As soon as my unforgettable 18-year-old trollop and I had parted, I rushed to the lobby to have breakfast at the hotel’s diner and, more importantly, confirm with the concierge that Banyen would indeed be my bedmate for all 13 nights I was booked into the hotel. He was able to verify that I was going to have five-star service each night. (Yippee!) However, he would have to call the escort service to see which girls had been secured for my paid sexual satisfaction each night.

The concierge was obviously a man of the world who knew what was going on with many of the hotel’s guests each night. As he was placing the call, he asked me, “Was the one you had last night with the flower in her hair as good in bed as everyone says she is? Her name is Banyen, right?”

“Yes!” I said, “Her name is Banyen and she was fantastic. What a girl! I’d fuck her until my dick fell off!  In fact, that just might happen!”

“That’s what I assumed,” he said with a sly smile. “She is here on business all the time. Her reputation for fucking is fabulous. She has plenty of satisfied customers from far and wide to give testimonials.”

The concierge raised his hand to stop our naughty chat to talk on the telephone with the man at the escort service. Their conversation lasted only about a minute. He said, “I have some good news and bad news for you. As I said, the escort service we use will provide a girl for you for the next 12 nights as it did last night. Banyen will be here for you at 10 p.m. on 11 of those 12 nights.” Upon hearing that, I wanted to give him a high-five to celebrate, but I wasn’t sure if that gesture was known in Thailand. “The bad news is four nights from now Banyen is booked elsewhere. One of her regular customers, a Japanese businessman, has her booked for only that one particular night.”

“Lucky bastard!” I said with a laugh.

The concierge continued, “You can have your pick of the other girls in this brochure for that one particular night.” He handed it to me. It was full of lovely Thai prostitutes of all ages and sizes. I looked at the lineup for about 30 seconds and told him to book me a girl named Achara, purported to be 19 years old. She had oversized breasts for a Thai girl of any age. I wasn’t normally overawed by busty girls, but I thought I’d give Achara a try for a bit of variety. The night she was in my bed, it was quite fun playing with and firing a big cum shot all over her large jugs, but overall, Achara did not approach the zeal and professionalism with which Banyen did her job oh so well.

Part Five

On my last tryst together with Banyen, I managed to ejaculate three times in the space of three hours. The last time I had done that was the summer when I was 18 and was briefly dating a very promiscuous blonde exchange student from Norway. All three cum shots ended up in Banyen’s wonderful vagina.

After the third blast, my beloved bedmate looked at me with concern and gruffly said, “Mr. Percy, are you trying to impregnate me?”

I could not lie to this delightful girl; I had to admit it was in the back of my mind. I suppose it was an ego thing. “Well, yes, Banyen, my love. I may not ever be back in Thailand again. This way I could leave something akin to a souvenir for you.”

She shook her finger to mockingly scold me and said, “You are such a nice man, Mr. Percy, but I make sure I always take the proper pills so that pregnancy cannot happen. I still like you very much, but I don’t want to be a mother just yet.”

“Hey, you can’t blame a fellow for trying,” I said. At that point we wrapped ourselves in each other’s arms and we both slept for eight hours.

Our last sexual act was another shower for two. My 60-year-old dick finally surrendered to the realities of physiology. After a fabulous and steady two-week orgy of sex with an incomparably beautiful 18-year-old and an only slightly lesser 19-year-old stunner, I just couldn’t get it up for a fourth-fuck grand finale with my beautiful Banyen. “This is what I apologized for on my first night with you,” I said to her with a disappointed voice as I showed her my unimpressive flaccid penis.

Banyen promptly knelt on the shower floor and put it in her mouth. At this point, even her talents and sex appeal failed to make it rise. “It needs a rest, I think,” she said understandingly. “It has been a very busy dick for the last two weeks.” There was no doubting that.  It had ben quite busy, indeed!

Before she departed forever from my life, we embraced for a very long and passionate kiss in the hallway. “God, I’ll miss you,” I told her. “You were definitely heaven sent. Thank you so much, Banyen, for the marvelous sex and your affectionate cuddles. I will never forget you.”  There were tears in my eyes.

Soon after I returned home, Albert dropped by for one of his friendly visits. He began the conversation with, “I trust the reservation mix-up at the hotel regarding our names was settled quickly.”

I said yes, it had been resolved reasonably fast. Then I paused for more than a moment before saying that the name mix-up had also resulted in my getting some “five-star service” from the hotel that he apparently routinely got whenever he stayed there.

“Was Banyen still as beautiful, affectionate and sexy as I remember?” he queried.

“Oh, my God, yes, you sneaky devil!” I blurted. “You know I’ll never tell Joanne what happens at that hotel in Bangkok.”

Albert nodded and said softly, “Yeah, I know you won’t.”

I resumed the conversation by noting, “Hey, I think it’s only fair to tell you that because of the name mix-up on the reservation I accidentally got Banyen’s fantastic services on your business tab for nearly two weeks...and another hooker’s delights for one night.”

To my surprise, he informed me of a secret. “Percy, my friend, that was no accident. If my name was on the reservation, all my usual perquisites would be yours. Trust me: My company will never know the difference. That’s why I made the suggestion that you visit Thailand.”

I was stunned almost to the point of tears. Then I inquired, “When will I get the bill for my wonderful Thailand vacation? You told me it would be at a greatly reduced price.”

“What bill?” Albert said with a smile. “I told you I had considerable pull with my company’s travel agent. You’ll never have to pay a nickel of it!"