MY EVENINGS IN PATTAYA by Newage Writers

Feature Writer: newage_writers

Feature Title: My Evenings In Pattaya

Published: 29.01.2025

Story Codes: Erotic Fiction

Synopsis: My evening in Pattaya with a pretty girl, with a twist!

My Evenings In Pattaya

I was tired of Delhi.

The never ending stream of people, high-decibel noise, air that one cannot breathe, and the pseudo aggression. It all felt meaningless to me.

I went through a bad breakup with my girlfriend five months ago. My job of writing ad jingles for soap, oil and tomato sauce appeared more tiresome by the day.

I wanted to break free.

I booked a one way flight to Pattaya.

Ajay: “Sir, one way ticket? When do you want to come back from Pattaya?”

My usual travel agent, Ajay, looked at me with confusion on his face.

Me: “Hmm, I don’t know yet, Ajay, please just book a one way flight for me”, I replied.

The confusion inside my heart was far greater than the confusion on Ajay’s face, but I tried my best to hide it.

Soon, the day of the escape was here, and with very minimal luggage, I was at the Indira Gandhi international airport.

The energy of over-excited Indian tourists groups for Thailand trip was apparent at the airport. The push, the pull, the long check in lines, the security checks, loud noises, hustle in the air, it was all a bit too much for me to take. I closed my eyes and went through the motions.

After a travel time of about ten hours, I finally landed.

As I stepped out of Pattaya Airport, the heat hit me immediately, a thick wave of tropical warmth that felt very welcoming.

The place was buzzing with activity–taxis lined up, drivers holding up signs, their voices cutting through the air as they called out to arriving passengers. I made my way towards the luggage carousel, weaving through a large crowd of fellow tourists.

The excitement was palpable, people chattering in different languages, some looking around with wide eyes, others already pulling out their phones to figure out their next move.

The air smelled faintly of the sea, and as I grabbed my bag, I couldn’t help but feel that rush–the energy of a new place, a new adventure waiting to unfold. The chaos wasn’t as overwhelming as New Delhi, but there was a definite sense that everyone here is eager to get to the journey.

I stepped into the taxi and settled into the backseat, the driver nodding at me with a friendly smile as we pulled away from the airport.

The road was a mix of bustling streets and quieter, palm-lined lanes, and I glanced out of the window as we made our way toward the coast.

The air smelled of fresh sea and something sweet, like the promise of a beach just around the corner. As we got closer to the sea, the buildings started to look a little smaller, the streets a bit quieter, and I felt the shift from the usual tourist hustle to something a little more laid-back.

The resort I was heading to was tucked away on a smaller street, away from the loud crowds, and I could already sense it’ll be a peaceful escape.

We made a turn down a narrow road, the air getting a little cooler as we approached the water. The sound of waves crashing gently nearby is soothing.

The resort was cozy, with only a few villas peeking through the greenery. I could see the sea beyond them, a glistening strip of blue stretching out under the fading afternoon sun.

I stepped out of the cab and the calm of the place immediately washed over me. There’s a quiet hum of ocean breeze through the trees, the soft lapping of the water against the shore, and a warm glow from the sunset painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

This is exactly what I needed.

With a quick check-in into my room, I opened a wine bottle and I relaxed!

No more harsh sounds, no more aggression, no smoke and no dust, I can finally breathe free!

I spent the next day or so just lazing around. I ate when I felt like eating, I drank like a thirsty man, and swam lazily around in the pool. I walked around the beautiful Pattaya beach, and took in the magnificent Pattaya sunsets.

On day three, the quaint lady behind the reception asked me if I needed any special service!

Reception Lady: “Sir, you from India..?”

She asked, smiling, in her broken, but quite clear English.

Me: “Yes, from New Delhi actually.”

I tried to smile back.

Reception Lady: “You need a girl in your room tonight?”

She was quite frank about her proposition.

Me: “Err.. I don’t mind, actually, yes”

That’s the whole purpose of coming to Thailand, as most of us Indians might erroneously think.

Reception Lady: “Do you prefer young girls or slightly older?”

She wanted specifics.

Me: “Eh…Let’s make it young, but at least 18 please.”

I did not want to break any Thai law.

Reception Lady: “Of course, sir. Don’t worry, she will be 18.”

She chuckled at my inexperience.

I returned to my room, and went back to my wine bottle. I kept looking at the beautiful Pattaya beach outside, and the evening seemed to progress well.

Around eight, someone knocked on my door. I opened to find a very pretty young Thai girl, with fresh flowers in her hair.

I had almost forgotten about my discussion with the receptionist, so I stood confused for a while.

After a minute of utter confusion, she gently pushed my hand away from the door, and came inside the room.

Her soft touch on my hand, somehow relaxed me deeply. I was devoid of any female touch from the last six months. It felt so good to be touched softly.

It was an awkward first minute during which I poured some red wine in a glass, and offered it to her. She sat on the sofa chair kept near the bed, like a pretty asian doll, and kept sipping slowly on her glass.

Me: “Your name..?”

I asked to break the silence. I could hear the waves crashing on the beach outside.

Siriya: “My name is Siriya.”

She replied with a smile. Her English seemed remarkably fluent.

She was wearing a pretty flowery long dress, on her sleek tender body. Her fair skin, thin hands and slender legs gave away her young age, which I was told will be at least 18.

Her hair was tied beautifully in a bun, with pretty flowers tucked in them. Her face was innocent, and if I had met her on the beach, I would not think of her as a prostitute.

But there she was. And here I was, soaking in her innocent beauty.

We finished our wine glasses, in silence. I kept staring at her, enjoying her frail beauty.

She allowed me the luxury to stare. With her shy eyes, mostly looking down, she avoided any direct stare at my face, but glanced at me intermittently.

I climbed up the bed, and made some room for her to join me.

She gracefully walked up, and sat beside me. I could smell the faint perfume on her young body. I inhaled as much perfume as I could, as it felt intoxicating.

I touched her palm softly, and asked:

Me: “Can I kiss you..”

She smiled and opened her lips and rested them on my trembling and eager lips.

I closed my eyes, as I enjoyed the touch of her soft, wet lips, and kissed them with the fervor of a hungry man.

She allowed me the luxury of kissing and biting her soft lips, and then opened her lips for me to probe deeper.

I sucked her sexy young lips, with my hands caressing her slim tiny back, and brought her body very close to mine.

She moaned in ecstasy as I bit her lips. I probed deeper, with my hot, wet and angry tongue now deep inside her young willing mouth.

Hungry as I was, I kissed her eagerly. Gently, she guided me. In her own relaxed manner, her soft tongue caressed my tongue, until I got into a meaningful rhythm.

We caressed each other’s tongue and tasted each other’s saliva for a long time. Until we ran out of breath.

Me: “Siriya, you are so pretty..”

I exclaimed, overwhelmed by her beauty, young age and her calming influence on me.

She smiled gently, and proceeded to remove my shirt. I closed my eyes gently and allowed her to undress me.

Very soon, I was lying naked on the bed, and was enjoying her soft hands roaming on my tired frame.

I moaned both in pleasure and in agony of a broken man, as she gently caressed my face, my neck, and my chest.

She seemed to get me. My tiredness, my heartache, my lust, my hunger, she seemed to know it all.

Her young eyes seemed to know me like we might have met a thousand times.

Siriya: “Do you like it..”

She asked as she gently massaged my body.

Me: “Aaahhh, yes Siriya, I love your gentle touch..”

I moaned in pleasure.

Her hands now travelled to my throbbing manhood. She caressed my hard organ for a long time, her manicured frail fingers travelling the length of my penis.

With her other palm, she caressed my balls, which seemed to have grown in size, since they never had the chance to empty their load in the last many months.

Her nails travelled a bit further, and she pinched me in a place that I never knew had the culmination of so many sexual nerve endings.

I moaned in ecstasy.

Siriya: “Liking it..”

She laughed at my reaction.

Me: “Yes my love..ohhh”

I somehow managed to utter a few incoherent words.

Drowning in the aftereffects of a strong red wine, and the nubile beauty of this young Thai girl, and trying to forget my bitter past, her touch had a calming influence on my soul, mind and body.

Me: “Will you please get naked now..”

I begged her to undress as I wanted to see her young naked beautiful body.

She slowly stripped herself.

She raised her hands to take off her flowery dress, then as I feasted on her thin beautiful frame, she smiled shyly and then took off her black bra and black panties.

I opened my arms to welcome her back to the bed with me.

She came to me slowly as if in a trance.

I held her naked body tightly against my naked body. We held each other for what seemed like an eternity.

Then, I started kissing her neck and kept going over her velvet skin with my wet and eager kisses.

She moaned softly as I held her pretty nipples in my lips and started to suck on them.

Her breasts were small and shapely, as she was so young, and her nipples were elegant and beautiful.

I kept kneading her right breast with my fleshy palm, and covered her entire breast with my palm. With my wet lips and hungry mouth, I kept sucking on her left breast.

Then I changed the pattern, and sucked on her right breast, as I kneaded her left breast with my eager palm. I was not sure which breast tasted better, as both were equally sensuous.

She kept caressing my hair gently, pushed me deeper into her, and kept uttering Thai words of encouragement, which obviously I would not understand.

Our naked frames tightly intertwined with each other on the bed, with a deep unmet hunger, and a sense of erotic purpose, breaking apart for a moment, and again getting back together with our lust and erotic agony.

Me: “How come.. a.. pretty girl like you…?”

I struggled to find some suitable words.

Siriya: “Is a whore?”

She completed my sentence and laughed meaningfully.

Me: “I.. mean.. I just want to know..”

I said as I kept kissing her with fervent emotion.

Siriya: “Because I want to help broken men like you..!”

She replied with a twinkle in her eyes.

Siriya: “Men like you, who have pain, they need me.”

She continued further, as I kissed her stomach.

I stared into her pretty eyes, as my hungry hands kept exploring her nubile body.

Me: “You are an angel, no doubt baby!”

I could muster the response.

I went down from kissing her stomach, and reached her womanhood. Her young, sweet smelling and innocent vagina, was ready for my tongue’s assault.

I started licking her, as she threw her head back and moaned deeply.

Strong, sweet smell of her vagina filled my nostrils, my tongue and my brain, as I licked her like I never licked a woman before.

I licked her vagina like my life depended on it.

She held my head and gently encouraged my assault.

Me: “Do you like helping men like me..?”

I genuinely wanted to know her better.

She threw her head back carelessly and rested on the bed on her elbow. Her thin and long legs were spread around me, as she looked at me and spoke.

Siriya: “Isn’t this a good dharma to help people in need?”

She chuckled.

Me: “Yes it is”

I replied as I kept licking her vagina.

Siriya: “Foreigners like you don’t understand Thai culture. Especially sex starved Indians..”

She laughed at my ignorance as she kept moaning softly at my tongue’s assault.

Siriya: “Indians think sex is bad? Is it”

She asked innocently.

Me: “No, no.. but this is a different state of mind here..”

I uttered as I softly kissed her wide spread soft thighs wrapped around my head.

Siriya: “Sex is beautiful!”

She closed her elegant thighs around me as she enjoyed my soft kisses.

Siriya: “My dharma is to … help sex hungry people….like you, to see the better side of life. The way …it should be.”

She crooned in my ears in between her sensuous moans.

She now came forward, held my dick softly and caressed it, while looking in my eyes.

Me: “Yes..please”

I encouraged her to lick my organ.

She took her beautiful, soft and wet tongue out and started licking my dick up and down its entire length.

I held her hair tightly, as I moaned in delight.

This continued for a while, and I asked her permission if I could slap her face softly while she was sucking me. She nodded her head as she took my dick in her mouth in its entirety.

With her permission, I slapped her pretty cheek with my open palm, and then on the other cheek. The soft sound of the slaps, mixed with the sound of crashing waves outside, increased our devilish little fun.

Siriya: “Aren’t you happy …to get rid of your negativity … by hitting me?”

She asked between her eager licks on my hard dick.

Me: “Yes, I feel lighter, I feel happier.”

I acknowledged.

Me: “I feel like a man in control.”

Siriya: “That’s what a …young Thai girl wants to give you… as a present.”

She took one of my balls in her mouth and gently bit on it.

I moaned in pain and delight. I begged her to do it again.

She bit me a number of times, and laughed seductively as my face contorted in pain and ecstasy.

She was the person in control on this bed. I was just her slave.

Me: “Outsiders, like me..don’t understand …Thai dharma.”

I concurred as I pushed her on her back.

She gently landed on her back, now spread like an eagle with hands and legs apart.

Beautiful Thai girl, spread naked on a villa bed, on a quiet Pattaya evening. My life did finally have some meaning after all.

I placed a pillow under her butt to raise her for my entry in her wet eager pussy.

Siriya: “You need to understand.. religion… you need to read … understand how people love and respect each other.. we learn.. our love and compassion..from Buddha..”

She replied, as she gently placed herself elegantly so that I could enter her.

I listened to her, as I placed my throbbing dick on her eager wet young pussy.

Her pussy looked so vulnerable now, that I was not sure if I would be able to enter her without causing her tremendous pain.

Siriya: “Don’t worry”

She saw my discomfort and laughed.

Siriya: “Use me, as you want, satisfy your animal lust, tonight.”

I moaned in delight, as I slowly entered her wet, welcoming and warm pussy. Almost immediately, I realized how hot her inside was, and for a few moments, my dick’s skin was burning with heat.

She twisted and turned herself to give me easy access in her young nubile pussy.

Then we got used to each other’s insides after a while.

Siriya: “Sex is God”

She looked directly into my eyes.

Me: “I concur”

I said, as I rammed deep in her pussy.

Both of us moaned in deep delight as our organs fit each well and we got used to the rhythm of our moving bodies.

I groaned like a dog in heat, as I continued ramming her tight, wet and hot pussy.

Siriya: “I love you Siriya … aaahh …it’s so …much fun ramming..your pussy … so deep, wet and tight..”

I spoke incoherently, as the carnal pleasure overcame my already feeble senses.

I bit her body, as I rammed deep inside her. She wrapped her slim legs around me, and held my head with my hair, as she encouraged my love assault.

Siriya: “Fuck me, like you have never fucked before, my master..”

She encouraged me.

I could only groan harder, as I rammed deeper and deeper into her womanhood.

Words seem to leave me, only her smell, movement and touch, engulfing my world right now.

I groaned sweet nothings, as I held her small breasts in my palm and crushed them hard, as my dick continued to punish her soft pussy.

She kept thrusting her ass harder to meet my grind, as we kept meeting each other to the hilt.

I was withdrawing the entire dick, before I was ramming it harder deep back in, and her deep moans were making it more and more pleasurable.

Her fingers went deep inside the skin of my back, as she scratched my back with her manicured nails. I was sure she drew some blood on my skin.

I slapped her face with sexual pleasure as she kept moaning, and choked her pretty young neck, as my dick was continuing its final assault.

I choked her blue, as I filled her pussy with my six month’s worth of load. My semen filled her vagina completely, and was dripping on her elegant thighs.

When I finally finished, I fell forward on top of her, gently catching my breath and kissing her forehead lovingly.

She regained her breath, and allowed me to lie on top of her for what seemed like a long time.

Me: “Sex is god..”

I continued from where we had left.

Siriya: “It is …. just see the pleasure it gives us..”

She smiled at me.

Me: “I need to learn this.. compassion.. this religion.. This language..”

I spoke as I was catching my breath.

Siriya: “Buddha will help you… if you need to learn love and compassion.. There is so much to learn, my baby”

She cooed in my ears.

Me: “I need love in my life.. I am so tired… I am so broken..”

My eyes welled up, as she lovingly caressed my hair.

Siriya: “I am here, whenever you want me..”

She assured me.

Siriya: “Now you understand, why we Thai people are net givers of love, to a broken world which so desperately needs it.”

She laughed with her pretty head thrown back.

I noticed when she laughed, the ocean waves seemed to laugh with her, the quietness of the night laughed with her, and the entire universe laughed with her.

I got up slowly, though my preference would have been to lie naked on top of her, for the rest of this night, and preferably my entire remaining life.

She looked at me shyly as I saw her get dressed in her flowery dress.

Me: “How do I learn more dharma from you.”

I asked as she was about to leave, and handed her the brown envelope.

I almost didn’t want this nubile young girl to leave me tonight.

Siriya: “I will come, whenever you need me. My dharma..is to love you forever.”

She assured me as she gently disappeared in the beautiful night outside.

I stood at the door, catching my breath and watching her faint frame disappear, as I marvelled at the beauty of Pattaya beach in the night’s soft glow.

As soon as I came back to the room, the phone rang.

Me: “Hello?”

I enquired.

Reception Lady: “Sir, so sorry sir … the young girl you wanted for this evening.. She could not come today … ”

The lady at the reception informed me in an apologetic tone.

Me: “What.. but … the.. girl..just..”

I replied back in a confused state of mind.

Reception Lady: “So sorry sir, please forgive me… I will arrange another girl for you tomorrow night… today I could not arrange it… my apologies sir …”

She kept apologising, as I looked around the room in a stupid stupor.

I dropped the phone as a chill ran through me, and the hairs on my arms stood on end.

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, and looked at the white bed sheet, which still looked very crumpled as if a torrent of a coitus went over it just a few moments ago.