Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2011 16:56:16 +0200 From: Penelope Silversmith Subject: 'Love in Laos' VII Love in Laos VII 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. 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.