Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2011 16:56:16 +0200 From: Penelope Silversmith Subject: 'Love in Laos' I Love in Laos I By Penelope Warning: If your under 18 or it is illegal to read this, then don't--go elsewhere. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2011 Penelope, All rights reserved Please mail to penelope.silversmith@gmail.com if you have any suggestions or comments. 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.