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

Love in Laos VII

By Penelope

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In between my work schedule and my evenings of sexual exploration and
delight with my beautiful Laotian lover Lani, the weeks passed very
quickly. It was only ten days before I had to leave the country for my next
assignment. I began to worry about my darling Lani. My driver had not come
up with any acceptable solution. To be fair, I had not exactly been pushing
him. I was quite smitten with my little Asian girl, and I did not want our
tryst to end. But it was beginning to gnaw at my conscience.

Up to this point I had been travelling through villages and some provincial
capitals. My last stop was Phnom Penh, the capital of the country where I
was scheduled to stay for the rest of my trip. Even though the country had
just emerged from the Stone Age, the capital had recovered quickly and
there was infrastructure to support the UN and other Aid Workers that had
settled there.

The previous regime may have killed most of the population but they had not
managed to destroy the elegant French colonial architecture. Our hotel was
such a building. It was nice to see most of the guests were non-Laotian
Asians or Westerners like me. I had a brief attack of nervousness; what
would they think of me staying with such a young Laotian girl. Then I
relaxed. There were many possible reasons for our being together, not all
of them sordid.

Lani was thrilled to be in the capital of her country. As soon as we had
checked into the hotel we went out and explored the neighborhood. There was
a ubiquitous market close by, but this one seemed to have better
quality. We passed a stall which was selling very beautiful dresses, in all
sizes. One caught my attention; it was a knock off of an Italian designer,
Moschino I think, a black-and-white one-piece dress, strapless with quite a
short skit. It was a very small size and firm-fitting. I checked and it fit
Lani perfectly. I bought it immediately and found a pair of low heeled
pumps to match. I did not want to see Lani wobbling around in heels -- she
had never put on pair.

My little Loatian darling was beside herself with excitement. She was even
more thrilled when I stopped at stall selling make-up and made some
judicious purchases. Back at the hotel I asked for the name of a good
restaurant where we could eat in style but discreetly. The Bell captain
wrote the name in Laotian on a piece of paper and winked at me as I gave
him two $1 bills.

Our room had a fairly large shower and we used it together, Lani and
I. While we waited for our hair to dry, Lani took it upon herself to reward
me for my present to her. As I sat on a chair with a towel around me, Lani
slid to the cool terrazzo stone floor in front of me, her towel dropping
off her. She began to lick and kiss her way up from my feet to the mat of
moist curly hair between my legs. I spread them wide and Lani burrowed to
my hot wet centre. She had by this time learned how to use her tongue and
fingers skillfully to make me climax in no time at all. While her little
mouth and cute little lips pursed around my clitoris, her small hand had
easily slipped into my wet hole and was buried past her wrist. She hooked
her two fingers and used them to find my g-spot and massage it. I started
to squirt uncontrollably and right away. To this day I have not found
another lover who could make me orgasm and squirt so quickly.

Of course we were a mess and had to shower again. This time we did not wet
our hair again. It was already evening and we needed to get ready. At the
time I only had one simple dark blue dress which did not require much
ironing. I liked it because it was fairly short and showed off my legs. It
had long sleeves and an open neck -- I usually wore a scarf for colour. I
could wear it without having to shave my underarms. I never wear
makeup. That evening I used only some light lipstick. I was young and my
skin was good; I could get away with it. Lani looked really stunning in her
new dress. Even though she had few curves, the dress showed off her nubile
figure to perfection. I sat Lani in front the mirror and helped her put on
mascara and eye shadow. I had chosen for her a bright red almost scarlet
lipstick. Her skin was young and clear it needed no blush. The full effect
made her look innocent with a hint of slut at the same time. I put her hair
up because it emphasized her beautiful delicate neck and small shoulders.

Last but not least I had a small bottle of Shalimar by Guerlain I had saved
for such an occasion. It is a sultry, sexy scent with a perfect whiff of
sandalwood, vanilla and musk. I stood back and admire my sexy little
beauty. I almost devoured her on the spot even before we got out the
door. As a last touch I insisted Lani leave without underpants, and I had
not put on any either. We were both going commando.

I hailed a Tri-shaw, showed the driver the address we had been given and
sat back to enjoy the ride.  We were driven to the outskirts of town, to
some old warehouses. In front of one was small lighted sign which said:
L'Eros. I took Lani by the hand. The inside of the warehouse had been
decorated with scavenged nightclub furnishings. It looked a bit like the
movie set of Casablanca. The clientele were mostly European with Laotian
partners, the vast majority middle age men with very young good looking
young boys. There were some men with very young Laotian girls. Very few
western women. More than a few heads turned to look at Lani as we
entered. She looked stunning in her dress. I felt a bit awkward because it
seemed we had wandered into a male pedophile club.

We had a drink at the bar, deciding whether to go or stay when I saw one
group of women only, in a far corner. Two were Western, one a young black
woman smartly dressed and the other looked about 60. With them were two
Laotian girls, both young and dressed like cheap hookers. Neither could
compare to Lani in looks or style. The waiter brought us another drink and
told it was a gift, pointing to the black woman whom I had just noticed. I
looked at her to thank her and she motioned us over. Having nothing to lose
we joined her party, pulled up some chairs and sat with them.

'Ello.' Said the black woman with a French accent. 'My name is Noemi. I am
French and I must compliment you on the beauty of your companion.'

She spoke some words in Laotian to Lani, who blushed fiercely.

'This is my friend Cristine. We are both, how do you say: Dykes? And we
love young Laotian girls.'

I introduced myself and told her the story of Lani and how we met. Noemi
seemed quite open, and was very interested to hear my story. Just then the
older woman said something to Noemi, who translated:

'Cristine just arrived in Phnom Penh and is very anxious to fuck these two
cheap little whores.'

She shrugged her shoulders as if uninterested. The older woman rose, shook
my hand and Lani's, kissed Noemi on both cheeks and left with both girls.

'The food here is horrible. I will take you to a good place for supper, my
treat. The chef is of course French-trained.'

I told her that would be fun. I was intrigued and more than a little
attracted by this woman.

The three of us crammed into a Tri-shaw, Lani and me in the bench at the
back and Noemi in a fold-down seat behind the driver across from us. The
French woman was quite attractive, not as tall as me, fairly thin but with
a nice figure. Her hair with naturally tight African curls was cut short
like a helmet. Her nose was more European than African, and her colour a
dark café-au-lait. Though dressed in jeans, she wore a fashionable top and
designer ankle boots. A few minutes into the ride Noemi began to laugh and
put her hands on both our legs and said:

'I love you two so much. Did you not wear any culottes -- underpants --
because you knew you would meet me?'

I realized that from her vantage point she could see up our skirts and the
bare pussies under them.

'Yes Cherie!' I answered her. 'It was just for you.' I flirted.

Then I parted my legs a little more and did the same for my precious Lani.

Noemi responded by winking.