Bangkok tails, part 1

Written by Perry Nayum

Bangkok, 9.30 a.m., and, as I left my discreet hotel in one of the sois off Sukumvit to get my breakfast in the little restaurant next door that caters essentially to Westerners like me, she is there again. Such a beautifully serious-looking face, with just the hint of a knowing smile, silky black hair down to her shoulders offering occasional glimpses of her elegant brown neck, tiny bumps barely apparent under a chaste white shirt open to the third button at the neck, narrow girlish waist hinting at firm round little buns beneath, long slim thighs and shapely legs under a micro-skirt, feet encased in oversized white tennis pumps.

I had already noticed her yesterday - how could I fail? - but I had been in such a hurry that I had not had time to act on the shock the sight of her had dealt to my entire genital area. It was the way she had looked at me that did it, a frank, direct stare right between the eyes, as if she could read my darkest, most shameful secrets and was not afraid.

The point is, though, that she can't have been more than ten or eleven years old at most!

Now I have few illusions about my not-so-latent pedophilia. After all, what was I doing in Thailand if not making the rounds of the go-go and other less salubrious bars and trying each night to bed the youngest looking girl I could find, one whose petite size, tiny breasts and smooth hairless cunt could best conjure up visions of fucking a little Lolita five or ten years younger than the one actually between my hotel sheets ... and my thighs. And when I wasn't screwing these delicious little Thai bodies I was searching the Internet for pictures of naked or semi-naked preteens and Japanese lolicon to masturbate over.

So my longing for jailbait was nothing new to me. It was just that I had never actually imagined that the occasion might one day arise to satisfy my pedophilic lusts in real life.

Yet here was this gorgeous little Asian mini-sexpot, dressed to kill in the kind of schoolgirl outfit that, by all accounts, 65 per cent of Japanese males dream of having sex with. And, as far as I could make out, given the way she had looked at me the day before when I was in such a stupid rush and the way she was looking at me now with a trace of a smile on her pretty lips, she was here for me.

All this flashed through my mind before I stopped momentarily in my stride to take in her impossibly short blue pleated skirt, her white bobbysocks and the soft white shirt through which I could imagine her nascent preteen boobies. Without taking her eyes off mine, the child's lips flickered in a more self-assertive smile as she noted my hesitation, straightened up from the lamppost she had been leaning against and stepped into the road.

Walking on, I slowed enough to take in as much detail as I could - the shoulder-length black silky hair, the deliciously slim thighs of which so very little was hidden under her swaying micro-skirt (surely no school would actually let her wear something so downright erotic) and even the fact that she appeared not to be wearing the inevitable bra that every Asian girl over the age of ten seems condemned to conceal her budding charms behind - and to let her catch up with me without making it too obvious.

But there could be no doubt what her intentions were when she sidled up against my thigh, placed her tiny hand in mine and looked up at me with mock-adoring, innocent eyes. I melted.

Do you want something to eat, little girl? I managed to stutter, thinking perhaps that she was just out for a free meal ticket.

With her shining black eyes deep in mine, she nodded imperceptibly. ......(cont)

.......Read the entire Bangkok tails, part 1 ....written by Perry Nayum.
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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