I saw him hurriedly walking down the street to meet me. Morgan was my Airbnb host and I had texted him that I had arrived at the location in Pattaya, Thailand. He had an athletic pace and I could determine his well developed chest from his tight fitting shirt. His attractive muscled arms were visible since his shirt had no sleeves. What took me aback was the open, broad smile on his handsome face that showed no cares. I was struck with how handsome he was.
“Hello. Welcome. Let me help with your bag,” Morgan offered as he arrived. We climbed the short flight of stairs to the elevator and he used an electronic card for access. I had chosen this place in Pattaya because it appeared to have good views of the nearby Gulf of Thailand with a long stretch of sandy beach. We arrived at the sixth floor of the nine story building and walked to the end corner unit. Morgan used keys to unlock the door and welcomed me into the condo.
There was a large living area with an L shaped couch. The floor to ceiling glass on the two exterior walls gave way to a magnificent view of the beach. A small galley kitchen would allow some cooking but in Thailand street food and even restaurant food was not expensive. A sliding glass door gave entrance to the large balcony that had a tub for two and comfortable chairs for sitting to take in the beautiful tropical paradise. Morgan pointed to the square white tub and said, “You might have to find a friend to use this.” My mind hoped that it would be he.
He led me to the bedroom with the king size bed that had one wall of glass which looked out onto the neighborhood. He pointed out the TV and we both admitted that it didn’t interest us. “If you’re not busy, you are welcome to join me for a coffee or tea at my house which is just up the street,” he freely offered. “You can be alone, if you want, but I have a friend visiting who enjoys speaking English,” he added. It struck me as a good adventure and I knew that I would enjoy spending some time with this handsome and cheerful man. Because I was attracted to him, I couldn’t accurately sense his sexuality, but it was likely he was straight.
I accepted his offer and made sure that I had all of the things I always took with me when leaving my space. I had phone, money, ID, keys and a plastic bag tucked into a pocket in case I would go to a store. On the walk to his house, I asked Morgan where he was from and he informed me that he was from Slovenia and explained that it had been part of Yugoslavia. He spoke fondly of the forests and rivers which made it a beautiful country. He declared that his friend was also from Slovenia. I asked how long he had been in Thailand and Morgan declared that it was now seven years. He had started a small business and did most of his sales to the US. The Trump tariffs had required him to place a part of the business in the US to avoid the thirty five percent add on.
I discovered a lot of information in the four minute walk to his house, but it was that smile that kept me looking at him while he talked. His house was one of a group of ten four story attached cement houses with patios and balconies. We entered the patio and Morgan introduced me to Peter who was tall, slender and mid-seventies. I was also introduced to Romy who was heavyset and late seventies. Romy didn’t have much hair, but Peter had a full head of white. Both were very welcoming and open to having a stranger in their company. I took a seat next to Peter and Morgan offered me coffee or tea and I requested some water. A young Thai woman who was in the doorway was directed by Romy to get my request. She returned a minute later with a glass of cold water and we exchanged Thai greetings. A short while later David arrived on his motorbike and I introduced myself to him in English. Another white haired Slovenian was joining the group.
They all spoke English but it was Peter and Morgan who had the best speaking ability. The others spoke sometimes in their native tongue but always English when addressing the one non-Slovenian. I noted that most of them were smoking cigarettes and I asked if Peter had smoked because he was not. He affirmed that he used to be a smoker but now he mostly didn’t. I congratulated Morgan on not joining in smoking. I already knew that he was a health conscious man. I asked Peter about the cost of cigarettes in Thailand since I never bought them myself. He informed me that a pack was two euros, much less than in the US.
They asked me questions about my travels and time in Thailand and if I were planning to stay. I told them about selling my house and just living from a suitcase which surprised them that I would do that at my age. “You don’t want to buy a house somewhere and settle down?” Peter queried. I declared that I was unlikely to own property again and that I hadn’t found one place to settle but a few. I explained about my special times in Italy and in Greece as well as in much closer Penang in Malaysia. They appreciated my wanderlust and accepted me as I was.
Peter talked about his work as an audio engineer for radio and television and sometimes film. He had been self-taught and then trained others. I declared that I had had a couple of careers like that myself in pastry and technology. We talked about language and Peter declared that not many people outside of Slovenia spoke his native tongue. He liked to do his business negotiations in English because he knew that he spoke it better than his German and Italian counterparts. He joyed at having this advantage.
I sensed that Peter was well traveled and had a good world view, so I asked him which country seemed to have the best system of government. He thought it a good question and paused while he considered it. Scandinavian countries came to his mind because of their human values and good quality of life leading to happiness in general. I declared that while that was true, they were too cold for me. We all had a good laugh as we sat in the ninety degree heat of Thailand.
Morgan asked if I wanted to try some Slovenian food that he had made. I hesitated and he politely insisted that I should try just a bit. He was gone for just a few minutes and Romy declared that Morgan was a good cook. He returned with a full plate of two items, diced boiled potatoes with some oil and parsley and a hash of pork and cabbage. Morgan explained that the cabbage was brined for ten days with whole peppercorns before it could be used. I could readily taste the acidity of the shredded cabbage and it provided a good back taste to the salty pork. The food was quite delicious and I was happy to have a European meal. I took my time and slowly consumed all of the food on the plate. When I was finished, the Thai woman came by to clear my plate and fork.
Evening was coming on and I didn’t want to intrude on the Slovenian group more than I had. I also had to get in some food shopping before I settled in for the night. I thanked Morgan who directed another broad smile my way. “Come, stop by for coffee whenever you like,” he generously offered. I bid my farewells to the men who also returned smiles and waves, but none were as attractive as Morgan’s smile.
A few days later I had a serious leak in a pipe in my bathroom. I had just taken an early afternoon shower to cool down from the heat when I noted that a spray of water was coming from under the sink. Fortunately, it was a fully tiled bathroom and a nearby drain was absorbing the excess water, but I was concerned about all of the water being consumed. I checked the leaky area and determined that it was not something I could address. I called Morgan and alerted him to the issue. He declared that he would come right down.
In less than five minutes he was knocking on the door. I welcomed him and directed him to the leaking area. Morgan determined that the leak was coming from a small water heating unit and he shut it off. He asked me if I used the hot water and I declared that I always took short showers before the water had time to heat up. I declared that he didn’t need to fix it then if the leak was secured. He assured me that it would be fine and he joked that it was only Thai women who used hot water. Everyone else was already hot and sweating from the heat, so cold water was always used. Morgan informed me that he enjoyed taking ice baths to shock his body. I hoped it didn’t shock his cock as well.
He asked me if there were any other issues in the condo since he didn’t live there and it hadn’t been occupied for some time. I directed him to a couple of small electrical issues but had made workarounds so they didn’t need to be addressed until after I departed. I assured him that I was enjoying the space, particularly the large balcony with a view to the water.
I made a joke with him by asking if there were an app that helped Slovenians find one another and if that’s how he met his friends. He enjoyed my humor about his group and it lightened his mood. I then gently asked about sexuality. “You know, in many countries when a handsome young man is in a group of much older men, that can mean something.” He understood my query and declared that it was just a group of countrymen who were socializing as a safe group because of the current virus issues. He went on to tell me that Peter and David who I met a few days ago had come to the swimming pool at his building. Both were wearing the same small orange bathing suits. “Are you trying to tell us something?” Morgan had asked them. I was glad that he was not offended by my question.
“I made some rye bread earlier today. Would you like to come and try some?” he offered in his typically generous manner. I never turned down fresh bread, especially if it was handmade. I put on my sandals and grabbed my usual gear to head out the door. As we walked the short distance to his house, Morgan explained the methods and flours used in making the bread. As a former pastry chef, I was always interested to hear methods from other countries. I congratulated him on having many good qualities to be a wife. He declared that I was not the first one to note his domestic talents.
We removed shoes at his door and went into the back kitchen area. On a large wooden cutting board rested a fifteen inch round boule of dark bread. About one quarter of it had already been consumed. Morgan took a large knife and cut a six inch long thick slice of the bread for me. I could hear the solid crunch sound as the blade cut through the crust. That was a welcome sound. “Having a bread like this must mean you have an oven,” I commented. Most Thai homes didn’t have ovens since cooking was done on a grill or an electric surface. He proudly pointed out the oven behind me which he had used for the bread.
From the refrigerator he took a container of “paprika”, which was roasted red peppers and Thai chili peppers made into an appetizer spread. It was quite delicious and had more sweetness from the red peppers than heat from the chilis. Perhaps his Slovenian friends didn’t like spicy food as much as Morgan who had declared earlier that he always added Thai peppers to his eggs. He got excited that I liked his food and took another refrigerator item for me to try. “This one is not healthy,” he honestly declared. He explained that it was a pork fat product that he made. He took off a thick one inch slab and put it on my bread. I broke it into two portions explaining that I did the same thing with cheese. It was a pure fat product and didn’t have the bacon flavor I had hoped but the bread was still very satisfying.
While we were eating, two Thai women appeared in the patio area and greeted Morgan. Both appeared in their mid thirties. Emy had on makeup and sexy clothing. She wore a denim jacket with pointed metal studs and the shoulders had been cut out to reveal bare flesh. The other woman had shoulder length hair and was more fully clothed in a black dress that flared to the knees. Both were wearing facial masks, but Emy took hers off to speak displaying her bright red lipstick. She asked about Romy and Morgan declared that he was sleeping upstairs. Emy asked about a massage for Romy or Morgan who declared that there was not an interest. I asked Emy about the fabric missing from her shoulders and she smilingly said, “To make sexy.” Morgan turned to me and asked, “Do you want a massage?”
I had planned to go to a local massage salon that afternoon and here it was coming to me. I asked about the price and Emy declared that it was 200 Bhat for Thai massage and 300 Bhat for oil massage. These were standard Thai rates equivalent to seven and ten dollars US. I declared an interest in a one hour oil massage and Emy suggested maybe two hours would be better. I stuck to the one hour and we settled that now was a good time. She informed me that the other woman was the massage therapist. Emy asked about staying at Morgan’s during the massage and I informed her that I had a nice balcony with a view of the water. That spoke to her and we confirmed our plan.
Emy asked Morgan if it were OK to leave her car at his place and he confirmed that it was fine. I thanked Morgan for his help and the bread. “Maybe now you will enjoy a nice massage,” he declared with his broad smile. The women and I started walking to my nearby building. After thirty feet Emy asked, “How far is it?” I pointed to the building 400 feet away and she determined that it would be better to take the car. I was going to continue walking, but Fuen, the other woman, suggested I also use the car. I might have been uncomfortable getting into a stranger’s car, but these were people known to Morgan, so there was some trust.
Emy pulled up the large black SUV and I got in on the front passenger seat for the short drive to my building. I directed her to park in the lower level garage since there were plenty of empty spaces because the building was lightly occupied due to the lack of tourists in Thailand. I escorted them to the elevator and into my condo. Emy was pleasantly surprised by the great balcony with beautiful views. It would be an OK place to spend an hour while Fuen gave me my massage. During the short drive I had asked Emy how she knew Morgan and she declared that she was a friend of Romy for seven years and we both agreed that he was a nice man. That information increased my sense of comfort with strangers in my space.
Fuen noted the large bed in the bedroom and went into the bathroom to get herself ready for work. I placed a towel on the bed and removed all of my clothes. Fuen returned from the bathroom and closed the bedroom door. She was wearing black yoga pants and a burgundy short sleeved top that was very tight fitting and showed that she had large breasts for an Asian woman. She was still wearing her face mask which she kept on for the whole session.
Fuen placed the towel where she wanted on the bed and I lay on it face down. She obtained another towel from the nearby shelf and placed it over my naked body. She was going to start the massage by the book. She reminded me of the cost and I affirmed. She used the covering towel to wipe my body completely dry before she put oil on her hands. She lowered the towel to fully expose my back and stood by the side of the bed to begin the massage. Her hands were small but strong and she had good massage skills. She readily located the issues in my shoulders and periodically checked to make sure that the pressure she was using was OK. There was some pain but that was to be expected given that I hadn’t been massaged in almost a year and my body really needed the attention.
Fuen then climbed onto the bed and placed herself in a kneeling position resting her small body on my thighs. She remained in this position for five minutes while she finished massaging my back and shoulders. She then used the towel to absorb some of the oil and to use Thai pressure techniques to release tensions in my shoulders. This included forearm presses but no elbows. She left the towel on top of my back and buttocks as she removed the towel from my left leg.
Fuen applied oil to my thigh and calf muscles in a gentler way than she had with my back. She seemed more sensual and her hand glided all the way up the inside of my thighs but unfortunately she didn’t touch anything improper. I got halfway aroused but I was tucked forward and she may not have noted the change. She used the same technique for the right leg, but this time she lifted the leg to rest somewhere on her body so that it was elevated. That also provided some arousal. I was disappointed when she chose not to massage my firm buttocks which loved attention.
After about thirty minutes, she declared that it was time to turn over and she held the top towel while I not so nimbly turned face up. Fuen placed the towel fully onto my body and returned to doing the legs one at a time. She sat on the end of the bed and lifted my right leg onto hers and tucked her body fully into the space between my legs, bunching up the towel that was hiding my enlargement. I was hoping that she would toy with me, but that didn’t happen. She treated the left leg the same way but increased the sensuality of her touch.
When she finished with my legs she climbed onto my thighs and into her kneeling position to massage my chest. This was almost completely sensual and I was hoping that she would put her covered breasts in my face, but alas it didn’t take place. She didn’t spend much time on my bare chest but determined that it was time to massage my head. She asked me to sit up and she placed herself behind me using the headboard to support herself while she had me lean my head against her chest. This was most pleasurable and I was enjoying her feminine touch. After sensually massaging my head, she pushed me forward and did some more massage on my back. She removed herself and had me back in my supine position. She returned to sensually massaging my legs and asked, “Two hours?” I had contemplated this offering and had already determined that it would happen so I readily agreed.
She more sensually massaged my legs with this economic turn of events. She also more directly tucked her body against my cock but didn’t touch anything with her hands. I had fantasized that Emy would at some point check in and join us for some fun, but I wasn’t surprised when it didn’t happen. I was also not surprised that my massage was going to be non-sexual.
I needed the body work and was happy to provide money to these friendly women. Fuen had me turn face down again and applied a menthol balm to my back which was pleasant and cooling. The second hour of massage included Thai stretches and she discovered that while much of me was reasonably flexible, my runner’s legs didn’t bend into Thai positions and she laughed pleasantly when I couldn’t bend. Thai people were so flexible that even people in their 80’s were seen fully squatting on their haunches and able to get up from that position without assistance. I would have just fallen over. During the second hour of the massage Fuen did massage my ass but not for very long.
During the massage her phone alerted her a number of times and she apologized while texting responses and in one case returned a call with a brief statement. At the conclusion of the session, Fuen declared that she was finished and returned to the bathroom to put on her black dress. I remained on the bed enjoying the relaxation that she had brought but then got up to put on clothes.
Emy was sitting on the balcony where she had smoked a few cigarettes. I looked over her shoulder to her phone screen and noted that she was looking at pictures of women’s faces. I slid the glass door open noisily to alert her to my presence. She smiled attractively and came into the living room where she took a seat on the sofa. She asked if I liked the massage and I affirmed that it was very good. Fuen returned from the bathroom wearing her black dress and took a seat on the sofa next to Emy. That was when Emy gave me her name and introduced her sister who did not speak much English. We traded phone numbers and Emy asked how much longer I would be in Pattaya. I declared that it was just a couple more days and she asked how long I stayed in Thailand.
I informed them that this was my fourth time in Thailand with the longest time up in Chiang Mai due to the Covid virus. They understood that issue of no travel and asked when I would return. I suggested a year and Emy made sure that I would call her. I provided a 1000 Bhat note for payment and they returned 400 Bhat. Two of those bills I gave back as a tip and received a Thai thank you from both women.
I asked Emy if she did massage and she demurely declared that she did not have the skills. I then asked if she knew how to cook and her face lit up since she had those skills. “You can eat Thai food?” she queried and I affirmed that I liked spicy food. “Next time I will cook for you and my sister will make you a massage,” Emy offered with a charming smile which was enhanced by her bright red lipstick.
Now that there was a future plan, they determined that it was time to depart. I hadn’t eaten much and it was nearing 5 PM, so I was ready to be by myself again. They put on their shoes and we made Thai farewells at the door. I wondered what the Chinese family down the hall was thinking as they heard two sets of female shoes departing from my room.