0 comments/ 17635 views/ 1 favorites Thai Spices Ch. 01 By: MungoParkIII While I enjoy a wide variety of cuisines, I must continually remind myself that I am getting older and the things my iron clad stomach once handled easily, now can be dangerous extravagances. The man who would face habaneras with but a single bead of sweat on his forehead, who would munch jalapeños with glee, and happily consume the thai peppers his friends picked out of their food found himself asking the question, "Just how spicy is it?" more and more. I couldn't help but wonder when I'd be settling for cream of wheat and warm milk. Ah, but that time has not yet arrived and with just a touch of common sense I had been able to maintain my eclectic taste with very few sleepless nights. It all came down to moderation, in quantity but also in the spice. This was easy to do when visiting my regular haunts but, when I venture out down the dark alleyways, on dirt roads and or into deep forests in search of that perfect "authentic" taste I have to be careful. Like so many things in life, spice is a relative thing and hot and spicy for one person is mild and boring for another, so I found myself consistently searching for some scale of gradation for spices. You've seen them in some menus, the one, two or three spices drawn next to a menu item. Unfortunately a two in one restaurant is the equivalent to a one in another and a three, or four in a third restaurant, like I said, it's all relative. I was apprehensive as I went out in search of a restaurant recommended by a friend of mine, who, in spite of the fact he walks on a prosthetic leg and is missing an arm from the elbow down, I've found his restaurant suggestions to be quite astute. Although I do believe I would think twice before trying any Cajun place he might suggest, especially one anywhere near a swamp or bayou. This particular restaurant was a Thai restaurant located close to the center of the city. It took some searching but I finally found the narrow alley he described in his directions and I turned in. With my mirrors inches from scraping the buildings on both sides, I crept down until I saw a door with a single light bulb hanging from above. The name of the place was written in what I assumed was the Thai language in magic marker on the door. Holding up the sketch of the letters my friend had given me, I confirmed this was the place, so I pulled forward to where the alley opened up just wide enough for about three parking places. I parked in the only open space and stepped out of my car, pressing the lock button three different times before I was fully satisfied that the doors were locked. Heading to the door I took my keys and tapped lightly three times. The door immediately opened and I whispered, "Mr. Quaylong sent me." The reception person, a tall oriental man looking to weigh about 350 pounds of pure muscle said politely, "Please follow me Mr...." "Jannett, John Jannet," I replied. "Please follow me Mr. John-Jannet," he said. I followed him as he lumbered down the long corridor and came to an ornately carved red door. The handle to open the door was actually a carved dragon head. Once the door opened a lady in a silk gown welcomed me and I followed her into the restaurant. She was so graceful that instead of walking, she simply seemed to glide in front of me. Once I was seated, a waiter seemed to appear out of the woodwork and said, "Good evening Mr. John-Jannet..." "It's Jannet, Mr. Jannet. My first name is John." "Yes sir Mr. John-Jannet, Mr. Quaylong has made arrangements for you. We have a special dinner prepared, we just need to have you select the spices you prefer." "Okay," I said, giving up on the name distinction, "how do I do that?" "Well, first is the appetizer, if you so desire." Figuring I might as well go for the full experience I replied, "Yes, please." He nodded, took one step backward and then seemed to disappear into the woodwork. Some very twangy oriental music played softly in the background as I studied the paneling on the wall, looking very closely where the waiter would appear and disappear from. By staring long enough I was able to discern a slight wavering in the wood and figured it must be a holographic image that he could simply walk through. Sure enough, the image seemed to vibrate and then the waiter was standing in front of him holding a platter of several different types of meat. He placed the platter in front of me and then arranged three bowls to the side, each on containing a spicy looking sauce. The first was almost a light pink color, the second a darker nearly olive tone and the last nearly black. "We have a grilled selection for you, this is cormorant, here is lean goose, here is chicken, and here we have the pork." "Thank you," I replied. I grabbed a fork and speared one of the pieces of meat and was about to dip it in the sauce when the waiter said, "No, no, no, Mr. John-Jannet, I must tell you of the sauces." "Sorry," I said, shrugging. "The sauces range from a mild hot to a very spicy hot, but what you have in the bowls is not finished, we are missing one ingredient, which you must add according to your taste," he stepped back and clapped his hands. Three young women stepped through the wall. They all wore what appeared to be very colorful sweat pants but nothing above their waists. All three must have been in the kitchen or something because they all were sweating profusely. The first was a petite woman with small, pointed breasts with light colored areola and nipples, the second woman was a bit taller with larger breasts and a darker skin tone. Her areola and nipples seemed to be a deep olive color. The last woman was even taller with very large breasts, though oriental, her skin tone was very dark and her nipples we almost an ebony color. Glancing down at the sauces I noticed how the color of the sauces seemed to match the color of the areola and nipples on each of the three women. Glancing up at their faces, all three had their hair tied up and their faces were covered in sweat too. All three were very beautiful and I couldn't help but notice the earthy sweet aroma coming from their bodies. I could feel my cock getting hard from just looking at and smelling the women. "If I may demonstrate," the waiter said to me grabbing a brush from the table. He ran the brush over the first woman's breast letting the bristles absorb the sweat from her and then he dipped it into the light pink sauce and painted it on one of the pieces of cormorant. Nodding to me he pointed to my fork. I stuck the fork into the meat and raised it to my mouth. The meat was tasty, but the sauce was delicious, just slightly salty with an odd sweetness to the taste. It was, quite frankly, the most unique and satisfying taste I have experienced eating in my life. Anxious to try some more, I reached for a brush but the waiter held up his hand. "Please notice these women may taste differently in different parts of the body," he said, pointing to the armpit of the middle woman and then reaching over and lifting the breast of the large woman and pointing underneath. "However, you must not use your brush above their neck or below their pantaloons. We also request that you do not mix the women and sauces, in other words the light sauce is for the woman with the light, how you say it, nipples? Yes, nipples. The middle sauce for the woman with the slightly darker nipples and so on. This is important because some of the women are allergic to some of the spices. Now please enjoy." I simply lost myself in the dining experience, savoring the sweat flavored sauces on the meat, discerning the slightest in variation in taste between the delicate sweat dripping from a nipple, to the more heady sweat under her arms, and the briny taste from beneath the large woman's breasts. Of course my cock was achingly hard as I ate the appetizers and when I finished the last piece of meat each woman leaned forward and let me suckle their breasts for a few moments. When I finished suckling their breasts and nipples, they walked back through the wall and disappeared. My waiter then stepped in and said, "I hope the appetizers were to your liking." "Oh yes, the best I have ever experienced." "Very good, now we will take you to another table for the main course." As I stood up I could feel my erection pressing awkwardly against my pants and quickly reached down to adjust myself. Glancing back at the waiter I noticed that he spotted my adjustment. "Ah, you found the women exciting. Do not worry about that," he said, nodding down to the bulge still apparent in my pants, "it will be taken care of when we prepare dessert. Now please follow me." Adjusting myself again I followed the man through the wall wondering just what I was about to taste as the main course. And then, of course, comes dessert. Thai Spices Ch. 02 I did think it was a bit odd to change tables between the appetizers and the main course, but considering the delectable fare I devoured I wasn't about to question anything. The waiter led me down a short hallway and I entered another room where there was a single large table with chairs on one side and what appeared to be a bar on the other. It seemed similar to a sushi bar except the table in front of me was set a good 36 to 40 inches from the bar. After appetizers, I was prepared for just about anything, but I must admit what followed was simply bizarre. I was sitting at the table in a very dark room, lit only by a several candles, one on each side of me and about three in front of the bar. From the darkness a woman appeared dressed in a very formal looking silken dress. She reached to the side and took out four small wine glasses and arranged them on the bar. Turning back to her side, she grabbed a small container and poured a honey colored liquid filling the first glass. The filled the second glass only about three quarters full and the third glass she only filled halfway. The final glass was left empty. Feeling a presence beside me, I glanced to my right and saw the waiter standing silently beside me, looking intently up at the bar. When he noticed me looking at him he nodded toward the bar, basically telling me to pay attention to what was about to happen. I looked back to see a beautiful woman walk in from the side on top of the bar. She wore some black, spike heels and nothing else. She had long black hair that ran straight down her back and as she turned to face me I saw her small, pointed breasts similar to the small woman during appetizers, but this one had a tattoo, some type of letters. I leaned my head to the waiter and asked, "What does it say?" "Purity," was his answer. Looking down from the tattoo I saw her jet black pubic hair, neatly trimmed in a nearly perfect triangle, with the corners slightly rounded. She spread her legs, placing her feet on each side of the empty glass as she squatted down. Not believing what I was watching I sat motionless as she ran her hand just above her pubic hair, moved her fingers over her pussy lips and pulled them apart, exposing her clit along with her inner lips. Suddenly a stream of nearly clear liquid splashed perfectly into the glass, filling it up to the brim and then suddenly just stopping. She moved to the next glass, the one half filled with what appeared to be some type of saki or wine. Once again she squatted down, spread her lips open and filled the second glass, and then the third glass. When she reached the last glass she did the same thing, except this time, instead of a stream, she let just a trickle flow, dripping five, maybe six drops into the glass. She then stood up, bowed very formally to me and walked back down the bar. As she disappeared into the darkness the waiter stepped toward me holding a stainless steel bucket, similar to what I have seen used to ice down wine and champagne. But the wine was already poured and there was no ice in the bucket. "Mr. John-Jannet, these are not beverages, we have an excellent selection of wine for your pleasure during the main course. These," he slowly swung his open hand over the four glasses, "are meant as something like a palate cleanser. It will be almost like a wine tasting, you sip from whichever glass you choose, wash it through your mouth and you and spit it into the bucket. Some will swallow it instead of spitting it out, it is completely up to you. "Please understand that the young woman has a special diet to enhance the flavor and she practices ritual cleansing and purifying rituals so you can be assured of the purity and taste of the cleanser. There are many natural sugars in the diet, many fruits, that should give it the hint of sweetness," the waiter explained. I looked over the four glasses for a moment finally deciding that this was an opportunity I might never get to experience again. I grabbed the first glass, the one she had filled completely. Picking up the glass I could feel the warmth of the liquid through the glass. Like a fine wine I held my nose over the glass while swirling it slightly taking in the tangy aroma. Holding the glass to my lips I took a hearty sip, letting the flavor rush over my tongue. The initial taste slightly sour, almost bitter but then, as the warmth of the liquid filled my mouth I could taste the sweet undertone of the flavor. Swirling it in my mouth, I just opened my mouth and drew in a bit of air, letting it bubble through the liquid. The taste now shifted to a slight saltiness, perhaps a bit metallic too, but still there was the pervasive sweetness. I leaned my head toward the bucket and spit into it, sucking in a deep breath, feeling the cool chill of the air in my mouth, making it tingle slightly. "How was the palate cleanser?" "Such an assortment of tastes, some not so good, but overall it was very good. Just thinking of how she served it to me makes it that much more special," I replied. "Are you ready for the main course?" "I'm as ready as I think I will ever be." "To enhance your experience I will ask that you close your eyes. We will also blow out all the candles but if you open your eyes you might still be able to see our arrangements. It is not a problem if you do, but we think if you keep your eyes closed until I tell you too look, the experience will be so much more fulfilling." Nodding, I closed my eyes, wondering was incredible delicacy I would be tasting in just a few moments. I somehow knew it would be something beyond my wildest imagination. Thai Spices Ch. 03 I sat at the table with my eyes closed, sensing the movement around me. Not wanting to diminish the experience, I did not peek while the waiter and others prepared to serve the main course of, what up to now, was the most interesting meal of my life. From the appetizers brushed with a sauce which included the sweat I removed from three beautiful women to the palate cleanser made from the pure, sweet essence of a divine, exotic woman, my dinner had been an absolute sensual delight. Now I was ready for whatever the main course held in store for me. The waiter whispered in my ear, "We are ready, you may open your eyes." Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was an empty plate in front of me with silverware set on each side of the plate. Glancing upward, elevated just slightly above and behind my plate was the sensuous curving lips of a woman's pussy. She was shaved closely around the lips, but above was the nicely groomed, curly patch of dark hair. Looking closer I could see the woman was on her back on the main table, with a small table used to raise her soft buttocks up off the table, basically raising her pussy to almost my eye level. Her legs were spread wide, her feet dangling off the table on each side of me. The candlelight that lit the room as I sampled the palate cleanser was replaced with a dim light that simply seemed to emanate from the walls. Focusing my gaze on the woman's pussy I could see that her lips were swollen and that she was very wet. Lifting my head I noticed her hands were slowly toying with her nipples. It looked as if she had been keeping herself in a constant state of arousal. "Now that your eyes have adjusted to the light," the waiter said softly, "you will see, once again, your dining pleasure is enhanced by a woman. Shortly we will bring out the meat and vegetables which have been prepared specially for you. The essence of this woman's arousal will be your sauce for the meal, you will basically draw her essence with your mouth and then take a bite of the food. I think you will find the blending of her taste with the food's flavor will be something very special." The waiter left the room and almost immediately returned carrying the plate of food which he set on top of the more ornate plate that had been in front of me. Looking it over it all appeared rather bland, with just white rice, some green vegetables and three types of fish, all appearing to have been steam cooked. I looked up at the waiter who must have sensed my disappointment. "Ah do not be fooled by the appearance of the food, we selected it especially for its mild flavors. It will be when the food's flavor is complimented with the woman's sexual essence that you will experience the delightful taste. The rice is freshly steamed, as are the fresh snow peas, which have been hand selected for absolute delicacy. Then you have fresh tuna, the cut in the Tokyo market only hours ago, white fish from Newfoundland, again flown in fresh today and pacific salmon from Seattle, flown in whole yesterday and cut today in our kitchen. "She will prepare herself for your dining pleasure," the waiter then said, touching the woman on her knee. She reached down and touched two fingers to her clit and began moving them in slow circles. "She will continue touching herself as needed to assure you have the freshest essence. Now Mr. John-Jannet, please enjoy. If you need me please touch that pad there," he said, pointing to a black, shiny rectangle set into the table. He then disappeared. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I cut a small portion of the whitefish and held it on my fork while leaning forward. I pushed my tongue into her pussy and was rewarded with a delightful flow of her juices. Slightly tangy, there was an earthy tone to the taste that, when I put the fish into my mouth, seemed to blossom in delicate sweetness. It was the most delightful combination of flavors that I could ever imagine. I continued with my meal, watching her diddle with her clit off and on as I tried the salmon, the tuna, the snow peas and the rice, with a delightful surprise after every bite. Enhancing the experience was the woman's scent which seemed to caress me with my every breath. By the time I had finished eating it seemed this woman's spirit had merged with mine. Reaching out my hand, I touched the rectangular pad and in just a moment the waiter returned with an assistant. He grabbed the plate and silverware and handed it to the assistant, who turned and then disappeared. The waiter then carefully ran a damp rag over the table in front of me, cleaning it completely. "Are you ready for dessert?" he asked. "Yes, of course," I replied, wondering how anything could be better than what I had tried already. "Dessert is not eaten here, it is experienced. Remember your arousal after the appetizers?" I nodded. "I told you dessert would ease that pain," he reached his hand out and helped pull the woman closer to the edge of the table. "Her essence will now please more than your palate." He then bowed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Standing up, up unfastened my pants and stepped out of them, tossing them over a chair, I then pulled off my jockey shorts and tossed them aside. I then leaned forward and watched as the woman grabbed my cock and guided me as I pushed it into her. She was so wet it slipped in easily to the hilt. I was about to withdraw for another thrust, but she grabbed my ass, holding me tight against her. Suddenly I could feel her pussy begin to move around my cock. She was flexing the muscles of her pussy walls so that without moving I could feel her gentle, wet and warm churning. The sensation pervaded the entire length of my cock and all I could do was lean my head back, close my eyes and simply experience the pleasure the created on me. It took only a few minutes, but her churning had me worked up to a frenzy until I suddenly leaned on to her, trying to push deeper into her and I came, spurting my essence into her pussy. I remained motionless for a long time as her pussy slowly milked out the last drops of my cum and my cock finally shrank and slipped out of her. I sat back down on the chair and tried to locate my underwear. In a few moments I got up, pulled on my underwear and then my pants. When I finished buckling my belt, I stepped up closer to the woman, leaned over and kissed her directly on the clit. She looked down at me and smiled. "Was everything as you expected," I heard the waiter say as he entered the room. "Everything and more," I replied, and then reaching for my wallet, "and just how much will all this cost me?" The waiter smiled and replied, "Don't worry about the bill, your friend Mr. Quaylong made arrangements for the bill. He certainly is a good friend." "Yes he is," I replied, wondering how I was ever going to find a restaurant to top this one to introduce my friend to. The waiter led me down the long hallway, where the 350 pound reception person held the door open for me as I stepped into the alley. I headed to my car wondering if simply eating would ever be the same again.