Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2011 16:56:16 +0200
From: Penelope Silversmith <penelope.silversmith@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Love in Laos' I

Love in Laos I

By Penelope

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Many years ago I was sent to Laos to write a report outlining the scope of
foreign aid required to get the country back from the destitution caused by
the communist regime. They had nearly bankrupted the country and starved
the people.

I spent nearly two months travelling the countryside, visiting many remote
villages. Many people were so poor they were selling their young daughters
into prostitution. Thai men recruiting for brothels roamed the countryside
looking for bargains on girls they could acquire cheaply and force into
lifetime of prostitution.

In one village I visited, I was mistaken for a recruiter and a poor farmer
approached my driver with a very young girl for sale. She appeared to be 9
or 10 years old, but I know now she was a couple of years older. She had a
special beauty which caught my attention immediately. She was short with
long black hair and fairer skin than most villagers in the area. Her figure
seemed slight under the oversize peasant `pajamas' she wore.

At first I refused, and attempted to correct the mistake. But my driver,
who was a kind older man with a family of his own, pointed out to me that
if I did not agree to give the farmer money in exchange for his daughter,
Thai pimps surely would. I asked him the price and it turned out to be only
a couple of days of my aid workers modest salary. The people in this area
were so desperately poor. I haggled a bit out of principle, and then handed
him a few notes of local currency.

Immediately I began to have second thoughts, but it was too late. And to be
honest there was something about this girl I found quite appealing. Before
going further I should tell you a little about myself.

At the time I was in my late 20s. I had known from early puberty that I was
interested only in girls sexually, not in men at all. I had some affairs
with classmates in High School also with a couple of older women, including
my French teacher Miss Simard. At University I dived into the gay women's
scene on campus. I broke some hearts and had my own heart broken.

After graduation I began teaching primary school. In Canada this is
normally to Grade 8 or age 13. I was assigned a class of grade 6
students. Jennifer Siegler was in my class. She was a stunning looking 11
year old girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a face so pretty and
innocent, she could pass for an angel. From the first day of school
Jennifer develope a crush on me. She was bright and very articulate for her
age, and I was smitten. I really fell in love with this precocious young
girl.

I am 5'7" with brown hair and fairly unassuming 32B breasts. Not much of a
looker, but I did OK, especially with very femme ladies, as I could be
quite a 'butch' if I wanted. Jennifer quickly had me under her spell -- it
is possible she had an instinct for my sexuality. Very soon she had
persuaded me to give her extra `private' lessons in my home. Before long we
were kissing and I was fondling her budding breasts and squeezing her tiny
nipples. In no time at all I had her school tartan skirt up around her
waist, her undies down to her knees and I was licking her beautiful
pubescent slit like there was no tomorrow.

I will never forget the taste of her, tart yet sweet like only a child's
cunt can taste. I will for the rest of my life compare all other pussies to
Jennifer's. And when it was her turn and she began to lap at my hairy bush,
it was as if she had been born to please me with her tongue.

If it seems too good to be true, it usually is. I guess neither of us, and
especially sweet Jennifer, were discreet enough. Jennifer's parents and the
school got word of our illicit lesbian relationship. In the interests of
everyone's reputation (except mine of course) I was allowed to resign
quietly with a promise never to teach again in Canada, and the law was not
involved. I immediately left the country and began my career in Foreign Aid
which I am still doing some 25 years later.

Back to Laos and the young girl I had saved from prostitution. The driver
told me her name was Lani which is Laotian for sky. My knowledge of the
local language was almost non-existent, just a few phrases. I began to
ponder what I was going to do with her when she reappeared with a small
wrapped bundle. My driver told her to get in the jeep and we left the
village. No one came to see her off and she accepted that with oriental
stoicism.

The girl was quiet on the trip to town. When we arrived there my first
impulse was to give Lani her freedom. I asked my driver to translate for me
as I patiently explained to her that she was now free to do whatever she
liked. I pushed a handful of Laotian bills in her hand and said she could
have the money and I would drop her off in town.

'Please tell her she is free.' I asked my driver.

The driver, bless his soul, tried to argue with me. But I was adamant.

'Just tell her what I said.' I ordered him.

At first Lani looked at him uncomprehending. When he repeated what I
ordered him the poor girl's face sunk, first in dismay, then fear. Her
pretty young Asian features broke into a mass of tears. She fell to her
knees, covered her face and began sobbing. I should have expected this
reaction but I was young enough that I did not.

At this point the driver said to me:

`Miss I think you make a big mistake. This girl have no home now. Only with
you. Family no want her. You now must look after her.'

I had not bargained for this. What for me was an impulsive act of charity
had turned into a huge problem.  My driver, thank goodness, proposed a
possible solution:

`Miss, you look after girl now. Later you find her good home. Me help you
ok.'

'How long do you think I need to keep her with me?'

'Don't know Miss. Not long. Maybe one week. Two maybe.' He said. 'Can me
tell girl now, so she not sad?'

I agreed reluctantly. But I was worried we had gotten off to a bad
start. How could I look after her if she was going to hate me?

As best as I can tell my dear driver managed to straighten things out. Lani
stopped crying, stood up and folded her hands in traditional Loatian
thanks. For a minute I was concerned she might fall to the ground and kiss
my feet. Instead I had my wits about me and took her by the hand, looked
her in the eye and said, as sincerely as I could:

`Lani. I will take care of you. I will make sure that no harm comes to
you.'

I asked the driver to translate. And with misgivings I asked him to drive
us to the Guesthouse where I had planned to spend the night.

I dismissed the driver for the night and checked into my Guesthouse. Lani
followed me into the room. Even though it was basic to me, to her it was
luxurious beyond magining. I led her to the bathroom and motioned to the
shower. She looked at it confused, and I sensed she needed some help. I
turned on the shower and indicated she should get undressed. She just
stared at me blankly.

It had been a long day; I was tired, dirty and sticky. I lost patience and
began to disrobe myself for the shower. I stripped off my t-shirt, and
sports bra. My boobs are pretty small but I have been told by those I care
about they are sexy. My skin is light but my nipples are dark brown and
large by comparison. I leaned over and removed my boots, pulled off my
trousers and underpants in one movement. My hairy bush hadn't been trimmed
in over a month and its' thick dark hair was flat and matted by the heat
and by my sweat.

Lani stood staring at me. I guessed she had never seen a western woman
naked before. Losing patience I began to undress her. She remained passive
and did not resist. Her jacket and pajama trousers came off easily. She was
wearing nothing underneath. Naked she seemed a lot smaller and slighter
than when she was dressed. She was so young and thin she had barely
developed a woman's shape. Her ivory skin had a luminescent quality to it
and I found her very pretty in a waif-like fashion. Her breasts were small
bumps and her nipples barely larger than a boys', but were very dark,
brown. Her long black hair hung straight down her back. Her cute ivory
coloured little slit was completely hairless and quite visible as her thin
legs left a noticeable gap below.

I tore my eyes away from her sex and turned on the shower, stepped in and
pulled Lani in with me. The shower pressure was not very strong. We had to
stand close to each other in order to both properly rinse. Our bodies
touched and it felt electric to me. She was so short her face was level
with my breasts. When one of my large brown nipples pushed into her eye, I
laughed and she giggled slightly. It was the first time I had seen her
smile. I find the innocence of young girls on the cusp of womanhood
irresistible. That is my weakness, and the reason I was here in this dirty
little town in Laos instead of teaching in a clean suburban school back
home.

I relaxed and used the soap to lather and wash Lani. She had a bit of a
smell of the village on her body and in her hair and I wanted to wash it
off. I gave her a business-like washing, though I made a point of soaping
and rinsing between her legs and between the cheeks of her small shapely
bottom. When I was satisfied she was clean, I indicated she should wash
me. She began to very tentatively soap and rinse me all over, getting more
comfortable as she proceeded. She even gave my ass and pussy the same
attention I had given hers. While she cleaned my slit her finger accidently
slipped in between my lips and touched my clitoris. I moaned softly at the
welcome attention and Lani stared at me wide-eyed.