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

Love in Laos II

By Penelope

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Having a lovely young naked girl so close was making me really hot. I will
not deny it. But my conscience forced me to keep my impulses under
control. I felt a twinge of guilt -- my hormones were battling my
conscience. For the time being my conscience won and we got out of the
shower and toweled ourselves dry. I signaled her to get dressed and she
fished out another pajama type outfit from her small bag. I was hungry and
I took her outside. It had begun to get dark and the town was coming alive
for the evening. We found a food stall with table and chairs outside and
ordered supper. I let Lani order what she liked and the little girl
delighted in all the different dishes, ordering what seemed like one of
everything on the menu. Lord that little girl could eat!

After supper we wandered around the market. A fixture in almost every Asian
city I have been in, this market consisted of many different stalls selling
everything from bicycles parts to roasted crickets. Many sold women's
clothing, local and western. I decided that once out of the village Lani
should lose the pajama outfit. I bought her some jeans, t-shirts, trainers,
and a selection of underpants. I chose plain white cotton pants appropriate
to her age, but small and tight. I couldn't wait to see her wearing them. I
decided she had no need of a bra.

When I gathered my purchases into a bag and gave it to her she looked at me
and put her palms together and bowed. I could see her eyes were moist with
tears. She looked so sweet and grateful. I took her small hand in mine and
we continued walking in the dark tropical night towards the guest house.

It had been a long day. When we got to our room I really wanted to
sleep. But I had one more job to finish. I made Lani undress again and I
took her village clothes and put them in the rubbish bin. She looked so
sweet and vulnerable standing there naked. She made no attempt to hide
herself and I could not resist gazing on her sweet young body. Her small
childlike breasts, the sweet fold of her young pussy. all there, it seemed,
for the taking. I handed Lani a pair of the undies I bought here and
motioned her to put them on. As she stepped into the small white pants I
had a brief view of her small childlike slit. I stripped down to my own bra
and underpants and lay down on the double bed. I patted for Lani to join me
there.

Lani fell asleep almost immediately. She moved around in a bit in her sleep
and settled against me. I could feel the warmth of her and was acutely
aware of the rise and fall of her soft breathing. Each breath pushed her
small body against me. Needless to say I didn't sleep well, I was highly
aroused by her touching me and by her closeness.

I put my arm around my sleeping beauty and carefully moved my hand over her
small breast. My fingers closed around her sweet little nipple and I felt
it harden under my touch. My other hand found its way under my undies to
relieve the aching between my legs. My fingers pushed between my hairy
pussy and stroked my engorged clitoris. The feeling was almost like an
electric shock between my legs and I couldn't help but moan. I was wet and
slippery with cum and my fingers easily slid over my clit and into my
waiting vagina.

I needed release urgently and my fingers sought my warm hole, pushing
deeper. Each stroke rubbed my aching clit and I writhed trying to push my
fingers in deeper. I was oblivious to all but my own pleasure and the
sensations shooting from my pussy. My panties were now soaked because I
have always been a squirter. Some of my lovers just adore that about me.  I
could feel my cum dribbling down the crack of my ass. I had three fingers
inside and used the palm of my hand to press on my clitoris, to bring me
closer to the edge. The images of women I had loved which flashed through
my brain, one after another, were suddenly replaced by a picture of Lani,
naked and between my legs, her tongue licking my clit and her small fist
shoved deep into my wet pussy.

I exploded into an incredibly strong orgasm. My pussy gushed its clear
liquid cum, enough to fill the palm of your hand to overflowing. My body's
reflex lifted my hips off the bed so that my fingers could get deeper
inside. I must have been groaning loudly and I realized it was unlikely
that Lani could have slept through this commotion. After cresting, I lay
there breathing raggedly. I came out of my trance-like state and peered at
the little Asian girl. She had moved slightly away and regarded me with a
look of amazement.

On impulse I leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips and took her
hand and placed it on my soaking wet pussy. Smiling, I took her hand in
mine, rubbed it over my wet hairy bush and down my crack slimy with my own
juices. At first Lani froze, but curiosity got the better of her and she
let me guide her hand and fingers across my throbbing wet sex. I helped her
gently explore for a few minutes, and then eager for sleep I held her in my
arms and nodded off.

The next morning I awoke to find my undies missing. I did not remember
taking them off. I stumbled into the bathroom to pee. I sat on the commode,
opened my legs and gushed a strong stream of pungent early morning pee. My
legs and pussy felt icky and sticky from last nights cum. I moved over to
sit on the adjacent bidet, filled it with lukewarm water and washed my
thighs, pussy and bottom. As I went to brush my teeth I noticed the
underpants I wore yesterday washed and hanging on the shower curtain to
dry. I was a little embarrassed, but also impressed with the little girl's
initiative.

I returned to the bedroom and pulled on a clean pair of underpants, a black
thong type and a t-shirt. I was travelling light and I had run out of clean
everyday underpants. Lani was not in my room and for a moment I thought
that I might have scared her away. There was a knock on the door; I opened
it to see Lani standing there, dressed in her new jeans and t-shirt holding
a tray with a pot of tea and some biscuits. I took the tray, thanked her
and gave her a kiss on the forehead. We sat down together to eat breakfast.

Lani seemed much happier and more animated that morning. I was not
surprised, the previous days events must have been hugely traumatic even
for a girl whose culture demanded strict obedience to her parents. It must
have been evident to her then that I wasn't going to eat her, or beat her
or toss her out onto the street. I had even bought her better clothes than
she had ever owned. I suppose she accepted the big sweaty foreign lady
meant her no harm and might even treat her kindly.

My contract in Laos was scheduled to last for another six weeks. It mostly
involved driving around the countryside, towns and villages. I would have
no trouble bringing Lani along with me as I would not to meet anyone who
would question her presence. In truth her fetching tea for me that morning
gave me the idea that it would be nice to have someone along to keep me
company. I had grown quite fond of the little Asian girl. There was also
the fact that if I was entirely honest with myself, I lusted after her
complete innocence. In the meantime there was always a chance my driver
would come up with a solution.

After breakfast we packed everything in my large duffel bag. I made a
mental note to buy Lani a suitcase of her own. The driver met us outside
the hotel and drove off in the stifling heat and humidity for another round
of visiting nameless villages. Lani sat in the back with me and whenever
she saw something interesting she would point excitedly and tried to
explain to me what she saw. I was really enchanted by this new more
animated Lani. When we stopped to walk around I took her hand and she clung
to it. Even though I am not very big by Western standards, her hand was
very small in mine. Occasionally I casually put my hand around her waist
and even hugged her. She responded holding on to me and staying close
whenever possible.

She had lost her villagey smell and now her scent was the young girls
mixture of light soap and her natural body odour. I bought her a hair clip
and put up her long black hair into a sort of French knot. Her hair smelled
fresh and clean. When we sat in the back of the car together she snuggled
up close to me. After our day of visiting villages, she fell asleep on the
long drive back to town. Her head rested on my lap and her light breathing
seemed to go right through my pants and undies. I yearned to touch myself
but that was impossible without waking her, so I stroked her gently and
made plans for the evening.