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Nang Ch. 01

By: Paniolo Boy



I live just north of Phuket on the southern peninsula of Thailand. Phuket is known as one of the 'sex capitals' of Thailand. Yeah, a lot of gringos come to Phuket on so-called Tiger Tours. Just to do some rutting and get their rocks off.

Believe me when I say that having sex with a bunch of Thai bar girls is just about the stupidest thing a guy can do. Some of them are HIV positive and some might have some sort of STD that is probably penicillin resistant. Those bar girls are just after the shortest route to the gringo's wallet. Taking on three or four johns a night is nothing new for them.

Why am I here? Came to Thailand in the early-90's. I was a contractor working out of Chiang Mai. Chiang Mai had been used during the Vietnam war as one of several staging areas for the US military for their bombing raids. It appears that a lot of US ordinance from the Vietnam conflict had been left behind in bunkers and in the field, and someone needed to get rid of them. 

So the US government subbed it out to a couple of contractors and some of us got tasked to do the work of defusing and dismantling the stuff, then transporting them to a disposal unit that the army set up. It was dangerous enough to draw major league hazardous pay. And if you did things the smart way you did what you could to minimize the risks involved. If you weren't smart, ..... well ..... then you might not be around to collect your pay.

I worked on that Chiang Mai project for almost four years before we were done. I got paid every month like clock-work, however because of the pressure to get the job done and get it done safely, I hadn't had much time to spend any of it. As a result I had accumulated quite a nest egg, even after paying off all of the guys working for me and our living expenses. 

So I decided to take a long vacation before returning to the states. There wasn't anything back in the states for me to return to or spend it on, as both of my parents were dead, and I just had one sister who was married and had a family of her own to deal with. And I wasn't that close to any of my other relatives. So I decided to take some time off for myself and see what Phuket was all about. 

Good thing I went to Phuket with a friend who had been there before, done that, and "had the scars to prove it." He was one of the lucky ones and just came back with a bad case of gonorrhea after one of his R&R vacations to Phuket. He was the one who showed me the ropes so to speak, as in "stay away from the bar maids" and "keep your eye on your wallet". Not that Thai women are bad. Actually most of them are really nice and wonderful women. It's just the bar maids that you have to watch out for. So I was one of the lucky ones, knock on wood. I stayed away from the bar maids. 

While I was in Chiang Mai doing the ordinance disposal work, I found that I really liked Thailand and its people. The country is beautiful and the people were unassuming and generous for the most part. But Phuket was another story. It's a fairly large city and there's a lot that goes on there. But a lot of it seemed to exist primarily to support the bar and sex trade. 

You could bulldoze those parts of the city under and no one (except a bunch of horny guys) would miss it. Still, the country side around Phuket was beautiful and the people there gave me a sense of calm. 

What also made me seriously consider living close to Phuket was that it was serviced by a lot of international and local airlines which made getting in and out easy. 

Chiang Mai was a large city and its outskirts were pretty nice also. Lots of cultural and historical places. Lots of religious temples, restaurants, open markets, and other attractions. But it was land locked whereas Phuket was on the coast. There were a lot more things that one could do including spending the day at the beach or fishing or diving. 

So I checked out the country side around Phuket and found a number of small villages along the coast. I ended up buying a really nice house about an hour's drive north of Phuket and inland a bit, for the princely sum of US$25,000. That comes out to about 750,000 Baht, which is the local currency. Doesn't seem like much but the local villagers all thought that I was stupid to pay so much, but everything's relative I guess. It sure isn't one of those ritzy villa's that you see in TV commercials and real estate ads. I just wanted something that would blend in with the rest of the area, but was comfortable and well appointed. 

The house itself is a five bedroom affair with a large living room that merges with the kitchen and dining area. It's shaped loosely in the form of a 'U' with my bedroom and office on one end of the 'U' and three guest bedrooms on the other. I never bothered to furnish the three guest bedrooms and kind of use them as storage rooms. My kitchen, living room and dining room are all sort of in the middle section of the house. There are several nice features about the house. The first is that whomever built it took advantage of the daytime and evening wind patterns so the home was always cool without having to be air conditioned. Another nice feature is that all of the rooms had a very wide glass patio door that faced inwards towards the patio. In the back of my home is a large patio that is nestled in the middle of the "U", that runs from one side of the house to the other. It's partially covered and is a really nice place to relax or entertain friends. 

Running from the patio towards the back of the property is a pool. It's not very deep as it's made to just get wet, cool off and swim in. I have a bunch of native fruit trees that bear me succulent treats year round. The trees surround my back yard and provide a natural fence or hedge of some sort. My backyard goes back quite a distance and ends at a stream. 

The realtor told me that my lot is about one and a half hectares in size (a little more than 3 and a half acres). Never really knew where the property boundaries were exactly but then none of my neighbors cared. We kind of all got along with each other and shared our fruit and vegetable harvests often. 

I'm kind of semi-retired at the ripe old age of 41. It doesn't take much to live in this area as long as you stay away from Phuket. And my four years in Chiang Mai doing the bomb disposal work left me fairly well off by American standards so you can guess how well that set me up in Phang-nga (that's the name of the village that I live in). 

I keep busy by traveling when the urge strikes, and by occasionally taking on ordinance and explosive disposal consulting work in Thailand, Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam from time to time. Seems that Uncle Sam left a lot of unexploded ordinance laying around all over the place and I had earned something of a reputation for getting the work done safely during my stint at Chiang Mai. 

I try not to do the actual work anymore; that is just too damn dangerous. And I don't need to get my ass blown off. Not my thing. No, I would just come in, take a look at the situation, ask a lot of embarrassing questions, then give them my recommendations. Then I would be frequently asked to stick around or come back and oversee the work. Turns out that I was one of Uncle Sam's favorite contractors when it came to disposing of unexploded ordinance. And that apparently counted for something. I didn't take unnecessary risks, no one got hurt, and the jobs usually got done in a reasonable amount of time.

Living close to Phuket meant that I could get to almost anywhere in the world within 24 hours. I am about 60 minutes away from Phuket International. And that accessibility is a convenience that gives me a lot of flexibility as far as work and lifestyle was concerned. 

I often travel to Japan and Korea for 'R&R', but also return to the states from time to time to catch up with friends and family as my sister would pester me to no end unless I dropped in at least once or twice a year. I also tried to have a face to face with my investment advisor at least several times a year. Located in Tokyo, it was easy to fly in and meet, have a night or two on the town, then fly back. 

I have a housekeeper to keep my home looking ok. Noy is a 50-something year old woman. Cleans my house twice a week, does my laundry also. Her husband comes over a couple of times a month to take care of the yard work. She cooks for me from time to time, but only because she takes pity on her stupid farang (foreigner) -- me. 

Nang is my housekeeper's niece. Nang is a young beauty. I pegged her age to be in her mid-twenty's. Nang was slimly built and could have become a fashion model if she had the opportunity to be one. She was also much taller than most Thai women. Standing at close to 5' 7", she was just a couple of inches shorter than me. She was fair skinned and curvier than most Thai women. I recall Noy saying something about their family having a fair amount of Chinese blood in them. And Nang had a poise, grace and maturity that made her stand out from her peers. 

According to Noy, Nang was too beautiful and too smart for her own good. All good girls should be married and have at least two or three kids by her age. Not Nang. Most guys were intimidated by her beauty or her intelligence. 

So she went to Bangkok, the big city, to work and have a big city experience. She would come home frequently, and would come over to visit me and pester Noy every once in awhile. I suspect that she came over to visit whenever she was home and wanted to get away from her family. Noy told me that Nang's mother was very strict and all the kids wanted to get out of the house as soon as they could. 

Nang and I used to talk about where I came from , the places I've seen and lived. Once when I had to travel to San Diego for business, she pestered me to take her. I didn't really trust myself enough around her to be responsible for her. So I made up a lot of excuses why I couldn't.

Now she's back for a visit after having worked in Bangkok for several years. And judging by her demeanor, she's grown up a lot.

"Sa wat dee, Paul." Nang greeted me in the traditional Thai manner with her hands clasped together in front of her as if in prayer. It's a sign of respect that is a trait of the Thai culture. 

"Sa wat dee, Nang. Come in. Some ice tea for you?"

"Thank you. Please." 

We sat in the patio on the side of my home. 

"Is Sim (aunt) Noy coming today?" I asked. 

"I not sure. I no see her yet. I just return from Bangkok this morning."

Nang looked troubled. She was quiet and cast her eyes down. 

"Nang, tell me what is wrong."

"What?" I had surprised her.

"Something is bothering you. Please let me know if I can help."

"Oh, sorry Paul. No, nothing wrong. I ok." But I could see otherwise. Something was weighing heavily on her mind.

"Well, let me know if you need any help. I would be very happy to help or talk about whatever is bothering you."

We sat there in silence for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes before being interrupted by Noy's arrival. And she promptly began to berate Nang for not coming to her house and letting her know that she had returned. Nang's brief respite had disappeared.

Nang and Noy talked for a bit more before Nang decided that she needed to be somewhere and left. Noy began to clean up by taking our glasses back to the kitchen.

"Sa wat dee, Noy."

"Sa wat dee, Paul."

"I can take the glasses to the sink."

"Is ok. I do. Not problem."

"Nang seemed sad today."

"Yes . My sister say she broke up with boyfriend."

"Ok, I think I understand now."

"My sister say they have fight and he call her bad things. Now Nang sad."

"Too bad. She is a very nice woman and quite beautiful too."

Noy laughed, "Yes we say also, but she only hear what boy friend call her. Is part of growing up. No?"

I laughed as I replied, "Chai khrap, (yes). I think I know what she is going through." When I was growing up, I wasn't necessarily 'Mr. Popularity' either. Actually I was quite the nerd and had to practically beg girls for dates, so turn downs weren't something that I wasn't unaccustomed to. That is, until I got to college and some of the women began to realize that testosterone filled jocks didn't necessarily make the best boyfriends. 

I was torn by my feelings for Nang. I was happy that Nang was free of her boyfriend. Over the years, she had become more than just Noy's niece to me. She was fun to be with and gorgeous to look at. And we had a very comfortable relationship; we talked about anything and everything without reservation. But because of our age difference and because she was Noy's niece, I refrained from making advances towards her. I hid my feelings towards Nang as best I could. Even though I was infatuated with her, I was so much older than her. I thought that it would be best for her to find someone closer in age.

Later that day after Noy had finished cleaning and left, Nang returned. I was out in the back yard, chopping up the remains of an old tree that had fallen the other month. It had dried a bit making it good firewood material. 

She watched as I swung my axe and ran my chain saw through the bigger pieces. After about thirty minutes, I began to pile up the firewood and Nang got up to help me. We finished stacking the firewood in about ten minutes.

Retrieving my t-shirt I took my tools back to the equipment storage room and invited Nang to join me for an ice tea by the pool, in the shade of the house. She went into my kitchen and fixed us both up with ice teas. My door was rarely locked and she knew her way around my home from visiting me often. My home was more like her second home in many respects.

"Paul, please I ask question?"

"Sure. Don't know if I'll have the answer but I'll answer any question that I can."

"...... am I ugly?" 

"What? No way. You are quite beautiful. Why do you ask that?"

"My boyfriend say I ugly. So ugly I cannot find any other boyfriend so I better do as he say."

"But you're not. You are actually very pretty. I'm sure you can have any man that you want. Why would he say that to you?"

"He want sex. But I say no unless we marry. He say I should live with him. I tell him no unless we marry. He mad and say I ugly cow no one want anyway and he not come back."

"Nang, you look at yourself every day in the mirror. What do you see?" "Me. Just me."

"Are you pretty? Or are you ugly?"

"You tell me. Paul, am I ugly?"

"You are beautiful. Just look at yourself. You have grown up to be a very beautiful woman."

"You think I'm beautiful? Do you want me as girl friend?"

I laughed, "Nang, if I was ten years younger, Noy and your mother would have to chase me away."

She smiled. "You just say to make me happy, yes? " "No. Really. I think you are quite a beautiful woman. I would be dangerous to you if I were younger."

She stood and walked over to me, then kissed me lightly on my lips. "I think you are handsome man. And most important to me, you have good heart." Then she hugged me and left.

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I hadn't seen Nang for about two weeks when I found her sitting on the lounger in my patio late one afternoon. Again, quiet and composed however with a sad look on her face.

"Sa wat dee, Nang."

She stood and without saying anything, walked over to me and hugged me. 

"Looks like going back to see your boyfriend wasn't a good idea was it?"

"No. He had bar girl in bed with him when I went back. He say she is good fuck. He say he been fucking her many months. "

"I'm sorry that it turned out that way."

"Please don't be. I sad but maybe good that happen."

"Why do you say that?"

"After I leave, I cry. But later I think he not for me. I mean, he ok most of time, but he not right for me. I think he just want women for sex."

"I think I understand." I replied. "Would you like to stay for awhile?"

"Thank you Paul. Maybe I sit here. Ok?"

I smiled and led her to the lounger in the patio and she laid down on it. I grabbed a blanket from the house and covered her with it. She smiled and touched my hand, "please lay down with me?"

And I did. She was slimly built so we both fit comfortably on the lounger. She backed herself into me and drew my arm around her and rested my hand on her stomach. And she was soon asleep. 

Noy popped her head in just before the sun went down. She had apparently heard of Nang's story and was concerned and had been out trying to find her. By that time, I had successfully extracted myself from Nang's embrace without waking her, and was busy trying to quietly put together a dinner of pad thai noodles and shrimp when Noy arrived.

"So Nang tell you story?"

"Yes. It wasn't very nice."

"No. Her mother tell me too."

"Tell her mother that I'll feed her dinner and send her home when she's ready."

Noy hugged me. "You good man Paul. Khaawp khoon khrap, (thank you)." Then she left.

The smells of the pad thai noodles must have wafted over to the patio as several minutes later Nang came in to the kitchen wrapped up in the blanket. She leaned up against my shoulder as I stood by the stove.

"Someone teach you good cook pad thai. Smell good."

"It was your aunt Noy. Please join me. I made more than enough for two." And she did.

We had a quiet dinner on my small dining table in the kitchen. Nang used to always tease me that only farangs (foreigners) had such a thing. Why not just have one big table where everyone always ate? Why did I have to have one in the dining room, another on the patio and a small one in the kitchen? Must be a gringo thing as she used to call it. The term "gringo" was a left over slang from the Vietnam war.

"Nang, do you feel like talking about it?"

"Maybe later Paul. I just want sit with you. Ok?"

"Ok." So we sat on my living room sofa watching a movie. Nang's head on my shoulder and my arm around her. It was as if all the energy had left her. But still, it felt good having her by my side.

I fell asleep at some point in time that evening. Nang had laid herself down on my sofa and used my lap as a pillow. I woke around two in the morning to find Nang curled up that way with her head on my lap, and my boner trying to rise to the occasion. Before it embarrassed me any further, I gently shook Nang awake.

"Nang, honey, we fell asleep. Do you want to spend the night here?"

"Where I sleep?"

"In my room."

"Where you sleep?"

"Here on the sofa."

"No, you sleep bed also. I trust you."

"I really don't think that would be a good idea."

"Paul, you trust me?"

"Yes, of course."

"And I trust you. So don't argue." With that, she took my hand and led us off to my bedroom.

When we got there, I told her to use the bathroom and that I would use it after her. She went in and I could hear her pee in the toilet, then flush, then the shower door open and close, and then the shower turned on. My erection returned with a vengeance, as my imagination conjured up the sight of a naked Nang bathing herself in my shower; her soapy hands moving over her breasts then washing and cleansing her intimate parts. 

In no time she was done and a few minutes later she opened the bathroom door and stepped out with just a bath towel wrapped around her. 

"Thank you Paul. I feel better. You use now." Then she saw the tent in my shorts and smiled. Her first smile of the evening. She came up to me and hugged me briefly before I went in to take a shower.

So I did my three S's before returning to the bedroom with just a pair of shorts on. I found Nang already snuggled in my bed, with the covers up to her chin. She had fallen asleep, for which I was grateful as it avoided a possibly uncomfortable question of how we would feel being in the same bed with each other.

I slid under the covers and settled in. I looked over at a sleeping Nang and I couldn't help but lean over and carefully give her lips a soft kiss before I lay down and fell asleep myself. 


Nang Ch. 01



It must have been an hour or so later that I was woken by Nang as she moved under the covers and partially draped herself on me. Her right arm thrown across my chest, her naked breast pressed into me, her right leg over mine and her pubic mound next to my dick which had immediately realized that a naked pussy was lurking on the other side of my shorts!

I was shocked. I didn't know what to do. Should I wake Nang up? But as I struggled with my conscience, I couldn't help but also feel really good about having her sleeping on me like this. I began to fall back to sleep as I gently caressed her back.

I woke to a gentle kiss. Nang was kissing me and I couldn't help but return her ardor. I hugged her to me as she lay on top of me, then quickly realized that I could feel her pubic hair on my hard cock, which had somehow become trapped between her legs. She smiled.

"You wear too many clothes to bed. I take off. Feel good, yes?"

"Nang, this is dangerous."

"Why? You don't want have sex with me?"

"Yes I do, but I shouldn't."

"Why not? I want you to. Not like I don't want."

"But you should save yourself for the person that you will marry."

"Yes. I agree. So what is problem?"

"So you should ....... Wait,...... What? ....... Are you saying you want to marry me?"

"Yes Paul. "

"Nang, I am too old for you. You should find someone closer to your age."

"Why too old? I think you good age for me. How old you?"

"I'm almost middle age. I turned 41 this year. You are so much younger. "

"Is good age. How old you think me?"

"I would guess you to be in your mid-20's; perhaps 25 or so?"

She smiled and kissed me. "Thank you. You flatter me. I 34."

"What?"

"Yes. I 34 this year. That one reason why old boyfriend say I ugly. He want younger girl friend."

"You can't be 34." But then again, a lot of asian women don't really look their age. They hold onto their beauty well.

"I am. So you still too old for me?"

"Maybe not. But what would Noy or your mom say?"

"My mom, I don't care. Sim (aunt) Noy would say good. What you say?" 

I smiled then hug her tightly and kissed her at length before saying, "I would say that I love you."

Nang's eyes teared up and we kissed again and again. Surfacing several long moments later, she softly told me, "Paul, cheuun jai (lover), please, I want be your woman." 

No more words were necessary as she rolled off of me and spread her legs to let me settle between them. I nursed at her breasts as she moaned and rolled her head from side to side as I licked and suckled and nipped her delightfully hard nipples. 

"Paul, ....... In me ...... please ....... In me ......" she whispered as she ran her hands up and down my back.

I kissed my way down her stomach as she asked, "what you doing?" before she drew a quick breath as I kissed the lips of her pussy. She tasted slightly salty. I loved the way she tasted. I couldn't get enough of her juices as I caressed the petals of her sex with my tongue. 

The fragrance of her nectar, her womanly scent, drove me crazy as I paid homage to her labia and vagina. Licking from the bottom of her slit slowly upwards, Nang was practically bouncing her hips off the bed as she tried to force my tongue harder against her sex. She held my head, pressed firmly into her pussy trying to prolong her arousal until she came. 

I curled my tongue and stuck it as deeply as I could into her vagina, then withdrew it before thrusting it back in again and again. Nang moaned and held my head firmly to her pussy. She shook every few seconds as if electricity were coursing between her pussy and her taut nipples. Nang twisted her body back and forth as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through her. Her engorged clit called out to me and I responded by gently caressing it with my tongue.

"Cheuun jai ........ cheuun jai" she moaned, calling me her lover, "I cum ..... I c-c-c-cum....." just as she arched her back and let out a loud moan and her juices began to flow from her vagina. 

Moments later as I surfaced from between her thighs, I found Nang lying limply on her back. She reached out to me with her hands and we kissed deeply. 

"Please, make love. I want be your woman." She whispered to me.

"If we make love, I would want it to be forever. You realize that?"

"I want also, forever. We make love every day."

"Can we make it work, Nang? I come from a very different world than yours."

"I know one thing. I love you. If you love me then I think we ok. Whatever problem, we do together."

I smiled; she's already thought about this. "We must be sure to talk to each other about any problems that we might have. It's important that we talk about things."

"Yes. We do problem together. I don't know English to say right word, but you ...... me ...... we work problem together. All problems. Must talk each other all problems. Every day. Yes?"

I kissed her. "You are very smart. You have thought about this haven't you?"

She blushed. "I like you very much long time. Maybe why I not have sex with boyfriend. Yes..... I think about you long time. Me worry you not like me maybe two ... three year from now. Maybe you want different woman."

"How many women do you think I have had relationships with over the time that you have known me?"

She was quiet for a moment or two, "I don't know. I not see any woman here."

I kissed her. "I have to tell you that I have used escorts in Japan and Korean maybe once or twice a year, but I have not had a relationship with any woman in quite awhile."

"Why?"

"I think it's because I haven't found anyone that I'd like to settle down with. At least until now."

"Settle down? What mean?"

"It means, in this case, to have a long term relationship with someone."

"Like marry? Have children? Make family?"

"Yes. Marry, have children and make a nice family."

She smiled as tears began to trickle from her eyes. "You make me happy." She said as she hugged me tightly and we kissed at length.

"If you agree that our relationship is one that is to be forever, then there will be no other women that I will be involved with."

"Involved with? What mean?"

"I will not have sex with other women. Only with you."

"Not hard for you? Other man, they see bar girl, other women sometimes."

"I promise you. When I say that I will be with you forever, I mean that you will be my only lover for the rest of my life."

She smiled and her tears began to flow again, "t-t-then I m-m-must make sure you h-h-happy all time." And she kissed me at length. "You make love me anytime. You cum in me. Every day. Many times. I want make you happy all time."

And with that, she reached between us and found my cock that had wilted somewhat during our conversation, and slowly stroked my dick back to full bloom. We kissed repeatedly and at length before I abandoned her lips for her breasts, again causing her body to quake as I suckled on her hard nipples. 

I reached down and cupped her mons de venus. Sliding a finger along her slit, I found her to be wet and dripping. And just as I began to slide down her body, she held onto my arms; "no. Please. I want you inside. Cum inside me. Please....."

So I slid back up her body and we kissed softly and at length as she found my hard phallus and brought me to the lips of her pussy. I slowly pressed forward and slipped in just a bit, then backed off. I slowly pressed forward again until I came to her maidenhead. She winced as I bumped into the proof of her virginity. 

"Cheung jai (lover), make me woman. Cum inside me." she whispered. 

We stained the bed sheets with spots of red here and there after I broke her hymen. Nang moaned softly as I broke through. I lay in her arms and we kissed at length as I lay with my length buried in her womb.

"I love you," she whispered as she gently peppered my face with soft kisses. As her pain subsided, she began to flex her hips tentatively in her unspoken request for me to fill her with my semen. I responded with slow, deep thrusts as Nang hugged me tightly to her bosom. In a matter of minutes I could feel my orgasm build as the intensity of our love making grew. 

The sounds of our coupling reverberated through the room. I could feel my loins begin to tighten, signaling my pending climax as her pussy repeatedly tightened and released around my hard cock! Too, soon ..... too, soon! Fearing that Nang wasn't ready, I tried slowing down however she wouldn't have any of that.

"Nang, I must slow down or I'm going to cum too soon."

"... not ...... soon ....... enough ....." she huffed, " .... please ...... faster ...... I ...... I ........ OOOOHHHHHHHH!" and she came! She hugged me tightly as she crested. I could feel her fingernails as she dug them into my back. 

"OOOOOOOAAAAAHHHHHHHH ......... cheuun jaaaaaaaahhhhhh--- ........oooooOOOOOOAAAHHHHH!" she came again as I began to thrust into her in earnest; repeatedly driving my hard cock as deeply into her pussy as I possibly could. 

"Nang ........ I'm ....... going to cum......... deep inside of you ........ cum inside you ......." I moaned as she continued to buck and moan. I thrust twice more before I slammed my pelvis against hers, burying my hard bone as deeply into her vagina as possible; jets of my sperm coating the insides of her womb. 

I laid on her for several minutes as she refused to let me slide off of her; her arms wrapped tightly around my body and her ankles hooked behind my thighs. 

"Stay in me........ I want you inside me. So good......... You make me woman. Your woman. I never leave you. I love you."

I gazed upon her tired, yet happy face, "And I love you. I will always take care of you."

We made love several more times that morning before her pussy became very tender; unaccustomed to the pounding it had been receiving. Pink wet spots of varying shades adorned our bed in many places as our combined body fluids leaked from Nang. And throughout it all, our love for each other seemed to consume our thoughts and actions. 

We eventually got out of our bed and bathed and donned loose bath robes. We made our way to our kitchen to fix us something to eat. Hmmm, I had just mentally transitioned from using the term 'my' to the term 'our.' I smiled and Nang glanced at me and smiled in return.

"You happy this morning Paul?" she asked as we hugged, standing next to the kitchen counter.

"Yes very. I have a wonderful woman who loves me and whom I love as well."

Nang smiled and buried her face into my chest and hugged me, "and wants more love, all time." as she untied our robes and gave my semi-hard cock a squeeze and quick stroke. And we kissed as I caressed her breasts; gentle feather-like touches that had her nipples stiff and hard in moments.

"What feel like when you come?" she asked.

Her question made me pause for a moment as I gathered my thoughts , "it is the greatest feeling that I have ever known. It makes me feel ............it's as if you and I are the only ones in our world. And we are .......... we are joined together not just because we are having sex, but because we love each other and want to give ourselves to each other. With you, I am complete. I would be lost without you. When you moan and hug me tightly, I am happy because I am hoping that I am making you feel good. When I come inside of you, I ............ it is as if it was something I needed to do for you, to give to you, and it made me feel so good. That you chose me to be your lover, ........ to make love to you .......... and that you wanted me to cum inside of you ........ that you wanted me as your cheung jai."

She looked at me intently as I described my feelings and responded with her feelings with tears in her eyes; "For me, is like you. I chose you be my lover. My cheung jai. When you inside me, make me feel very good. I feel good give myself to you. I want you inside me all time. Only you. I want you cum inside me all time. When you cum inside me, you now in me. You part of me now. I want every day. I want you cum inside me every day. I want feel this all time."

I hoisted her onto the kitchen counter and gently peeled her robe open. She opened her legs and pulled my robe open; then reached for my erection and pulled me into her embrace. 

"Cum inside me," she whispered as my cockhead slowly made its way into her warm folds. "I love you," I whispered back. She looked intently into my eyes before we kissed at length.

"I love you, too. Cum inside me,........ please .........." she whispered again as she urged me to take her again. So I did; actually we took each other. I think that would be a more accurate description. 

She repeatedly pulled me into her as I buried my phallus into her warmth again and again. Nang closed her eyes to savor the feelings that threatened to overcome her senses.

The sounds of our thighs slapping against each other; the sounds of her moaning; her grip on my arms tightening as her orgasm approached; the feeling of my impending orgasm; all building towards our flash point until suddenly we were there.

"OOOOOOooooooohhhhhhhh............. Paul ............" she moaned as she arched her back and her vaginal muscles gripped my shaft tightly.

"Nang!" I bellowed as I slammed by hard cock into her waiting pussy one last time as my cum jetted out in spurts and bathed her womb.

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Somehow we finally managed to make something for us to eat. It was more like lunch as we had spent the morning with my cock buried in her pussy. After we cleaned up, we went out to the patio and lay on one of the loungers; me on the bottom and Nang laying on top of me; our robes discarded on the ground beside us.

"What happens next?" I asked her.

"We tell mother and father, then Sim Noy. I think will be ok."

"That seems simple to do."

She smiled, "not simple. Must do right way. We must take gift to parents."

"What sort of gift would be appropriate?"

"Since I am not young girl, not need be expensive gift."

"Ah, but you are the cream of the crop."

"Cream of crop? What mean?"

"That means that you are the best of all the women."

"You Americans have strange words sometimes," she said laughingly. "Cream is from milk, yes?"

"That's correct. Cream is often thought to be the richest part of milk. So being rich means that it is the best of the milk. So cream of the crop means that it is the best part of the crop. In your case, the best of all women."

She smiled, "thank you," and kissed me.

"So what would be an appropriate gift to give the parents of the most beautiful woman of the world?"

She laughed and kissed me. "If most beautiful woman, then must be expensive gift."

"And what kind of gift would that be?"

"For mother, gold jewelry good. For father, maybe nice car."

"Ok."

Nang looked shocked that I had agreed so quickly. Then giggled as she said, "No! Don't have to. Sorry. Is expensive Paul. I only joke. For me simple gift is ok."

"No, that wouldn't be right. You are the most beautiful woman in the world so the gifts to your parents should be the best we can find."

She looked at me briefly before she tenderly kissed me. As she pulled back, I could see tears in her eyes. "You make me happy. I not deserve man like you."

"Hush. I am a very lucky man. You are a beautiful woman inside and out. That you would take me as your lover makes me very happy."

"Thank you......... what mean inside and out?" she asked.

"It means that you are beautiful inside, meaning your heart and mind and spirit, and outside, meaning how beautiful you look."

She smiled then kissed me again. She raised herself a little then reached behind her to take my erection and placed it at her entrance. I raised my hips as she scrunched down and voila we were joined again.

"I want you inside me all time." She whispered. "some time just lie still, feel you inside me. Feels so good."

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We had spent most of the morning outside by the pool, talking with each other. Learning more about how we each felt about things. Although we had known each other for a number of years, there was still a lot that we didn't know. So it was a good series of conversations that we had in between our love making.

We finally cleaned up, got dressed and had a late afternoon snack. Good thing we had dressed as Noy came over as we were eating. We were sitting side by side as we ate. She took one look at Nang and me and broke out a big smile. 

"I think you make good family."

Nang blushed. I have never seen her blush before. But she smiled back at her Aunt Noy, "I happy. Paul make me very happy." 

I took hold of her hand and our fingers twined together. "We have decided to marry. I will try my best to keep Nang happy for the rest of our lives."

Noy broke into tears as she hugged us both. --------------------------------

We lost control over our lives for a couple of days. Noy made sure that we visited with Nang's parents to let them know. Her father was happy that his older daughter would finally be getting married. Her mother was apprehensive and let Nang know that. Her basic concern was that I was a 'farang,' a foreigner, and that our ways of doing things weren't the same as theirs. But she relented after she saw that she wasn't going to change Nang's mind at all. I guess it's just something that happens between mothers and their head strong daughters. 

Then we had to have a dinner for the family and friends. And it was just like Noy to tell us that we were hosting it and it would be the next day. As I looked bewildered at Noy she just smiled and asked, "what?" Nang just laughed and hugged me.

I just smiled in return and opened my wallet and our house for the next couple of days. It was noisy, it was tiring, the people were boisterous and happy, and there was all too much food to feed everyone that came! The party started in the early afternoon with people bringing all sorts of food and drink to add to what Noy, Nang and Nang's mother had managed to put together (which was a lot). If someone didn't eat their fill, it wasn't because of the lack of food.

The party didn't end until sometime the next morning. I'm not sure when the last person went home as Nang and I retreated to our bedroom sometime after midnight when we couldn't keep our eyes open any longer. We were so tired, and probably more than a little drunk from all the booze that we drank, that we passed out fully clothed on our bed. 

I woke up around mid-day the next day. Nang continued to sleep next to me; her form cuddled into my side, her head using my shoulder as her pillow. It felt so good to have her sleeping beside me. 

Opening my wallet to pay for the expenses for the family dinner also made me think about making sure that Nang had access to my accounts. So I decided that I would need to take care of right away. 

Now one needs to understand that the country side around Phang-nga is lush and plentiful. Many Thai's in the area have little need for banks as a lot of what they consume is either grown in their back yards, harvested in the nearby forests, or caught in the local streams, rivers or the ocean. Plus they bartered or traded with each other for much of what they needed. So they tended to look at banks as being largely unnecessary. 

If they had surplus cash, they tended to purchase jewelry with it or stash it away in a well-hidden home safe. Banks were rarely used by the average Thai to stash excess monies. But with the amount of money that I managed to accumulate while I was in Chiang Mai, I needed to invest my funds somewhere safe. It was a serious amount of money. So I turned to investment brokers in Japan who were more than happy to play with my money. 

After we got up and showered and had some food in us, I asked Nang, "if you had an extra $10,000 US dollars, what would you do with it?"




Nang Ch. 01



"Huh? Why you ask? You have?"

"Just a question that I was thinking of. What do you think would be a good idea to do with that kind of money?"

"I don't know Paul. I don't know that kind money. But if I had, maybe I buy land with some. Maybe put some in investment, but need go Japan for that."

That surprised me. I thought she would say jewelry without hesitating. But no mention of doing that so I asked, "what about buying gold jewelry with some?" 

"No. Too much jewelry not good. Too many people see. Maybe they steal. Not good."

"Why go to Japan to make investments? Why not Bangkok?"

"Bangkok, too many people know you have money. Not good. Japan better."

I smiled at her. "You are a delightful surprise!" She smiled in return. "What mean? Delightful surprise?"

"It means that not only are you beautiful inside and out, but you are very smart and intelligent as well."

She smiled demurely, "Paul, I go school many years. I want learn many things. I think much more to learn but what I know ok for now. Why you ask?"

"Come with me." And I led her to my laptop computer.

"You know how to use a computer?"

"Yes. We use in school and work. I have at home." She snickered. That caught me a little off-balance.

"Ok, then you'll be able to use this one also. Maybe we have similar programs."

"We use many software suites so probably yes." Her use of that terminology didn't escape me.

"Where did you go to school?"

"I go Chulalongkorn University in Bangkok. I study computer science. My work in Bangkok to build and manage computer networks." She said as she smiled at me. 

I was flabbergasted! I was marrying a computer jockey, and a highly educated one at that! Nang was giggling at me as her revelations completely took me by surprise again! 

"Woman, you continue to surprise and amaze me. Come here you!" and I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugged her tightly and we kissed with as much passion as we both could muster.

I sat down in front of my computer and had Nang bring a chair over to sit next to me.

"We need to go to Japan soon, to add you to my accounts and introduce you to my investment advisor so he knows who you are."

My computer had booted up by now and I was on-line and on my investment bank's secure web page. "This is the web page to access my accounts." I logged into my account and showed Nang where I kept the login and password information. As the summary page of my investments came up I could hear Nang suck in her breath.

"Paul, if that is right, you very rich man."

"The numbers are correct. And it's not just for me now. It's for both of us."

"Why you live here? You can live anywhere you want. This not fancy place. Other places more nice."

"Yes, I can live anywhere I want. But I choose to live here."

"Why?"

"Because I like the people who live here. I like your aunt Noy and your uncle. I like your town. And I've always loved to have you here. If I lived somewhere else, I wouldn't have had the chance to become your lover."

Nang wasn't smiling and I could see that something was bothering her. And it probably had something to do with my wealth.

"What is wrong, Nang?"

" ........ nothing wrong."

"But still, you are not happy about something."

"......... nothing wrong, Paul."

"But ....?"

"Ok, ...... yes, I not like people think I marry you for money."

"But you didn't."

"No, I not know when you ask and I say yes."

"So, it's not a problem."

"But, ...." "It's not a problem. Everyone already knows that I have some money because I have this house and your aunt comes over to clean and your uncle takes care of my yard. But they really don' t know how much I have."

She sat there thinking of what I had said. "I say I marry you because I love you. And you love me."

"Yes, I love you very much." 

"Is important you know I marry you because I love you. Not money. Even if you poor, I still love you." 

"I know."

"How you know?"

"It shows in the way you love me. You cannot hide how you feel about someone. You cannot hide your feelings toward me. I know in the way you want to be near me all the time. I know in the way you hug me and want me to hug you all the time. I know in the way you kiss. I know by the way you touch my hand or my arm whenever we are together. I know by the way we make love. You love me."

She smiled with tears falling from her eyes as she whispered, "..... I-I ...... l-l-love y-y-ou....... aall....my.... h-h-heart ." 

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We had a light lunch, considering our over indulgence the night before with booze and food, and left to visit a couple of jewelers to look for a suitable gift for her mother. We drove over to the first shop and before we got out of the car, Nang laid her hand on my arm, "Paul, how much you want spend?"

"Well, I really don't know what's an appropriate amount. What do you think would be good?" I asked.

"Maybe 50,000 or 75,000 Baht. I hope not too much. But, Paul, you must decide."

I did some rough mental math in my head and figured at roughly 30 Baht to the dollar, that 75,000 Baht came out to about $2,500 in US currency. For Nang, that seemed like a small dowry to me. But I knew that in this corner of the world, that was a small fortune. 

"Let's set a budget at 150,000 Baht."

Nang's eyes grew big. "That too much! 75,000 Baht plenty."

"For you, Nang. I value you very highly so my gift to your parents must show how much you mean to me. So 150,000 Baht for your mother, and let's spend the same on a car or truck for your father."

"You ..... is too much ..... Paul, ..... money not everything. Sometimes not good to give big gift." 

"Let's just say that I'm in love with a beautiful, lovely, intelligent woman who sets my world on fire."

Nang teared up and hugged me tightly. "I love you." She whispered before she kissed me.

So we shopped around at nine different jewelry stores and picked up an assortment of jewelry. Nang insisted that we limit our purchases at any one store so that no one would get too suspicious of us. But even then, she was concerned that we were spending a great deal of money and it might dawn on someone that there might be more where this came from.

I thought about it and that made a lot of sense and made me a little cautious also. So when we went to look for a vehicle for Nang's father, we ended up buying an SUV that wasn't too decked out. But it would still be very much appreciated. I arranged with the dealer to have it serviced and made ready for me to pick it up the next day. I took one set of keys with me, and left the other set with the dealer.

On the way back home, we stopped off at the open market just down the road from our house. Nang shopped for a variety of things to make our dinner with, and also picked up a nice reed basket.

"Basket is for your gift to mother and father. Look ok?" she asked.

I agreed, and added several bunches of flowers as an afterthought. "I think it will look nice to put some flowers in it too. What do you think?" She smiled, "you special man. That why I love you from long time before."

So after we returned home and dropped off our things, we lined the basket with several small monstera leaves from the backyard and placed the jewelry and the car keys in it, along with a handful of flowers. We went over to her parent's house and presented my gifts to them. 

I think it safe to say that it overwhelmed them. Her mom in particular didn't know what to say, especially after her concerns over how I was from a different culture and wouldn't understand or care about theirs. Her dad was really happy with the idea that he was going to receive a vehicle of some sort and was absolutely thrilled the next day when I drove him down to the dealer to pick up his SUV. 

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After the noise of the first couple of days had quieted down to a low rumble, Nang and I were able to enjoy our privacy once again. And Noy now made sure that she let us know in advance when she would be coming over to clean as she more than once surprised us in the middle of a bout of making love. 

The most memorable interruption occurred in the early afternoon several days after our big family get together. There is a stand of lychee fruit trees growing in the back of my property and the fruits are sweet and juicy. Nang and I had gone out to pick some and she had climbed up into the tree to get to some of the fruit that was hanging up in the higher levels of the tree.

She was wearing a pair of baggy shorts. Looking up from below her, I could see up into her shorts and saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. So I reached up inside the leg of her shorts and began rubbing her labia and slowly finger-fucked her as she tried to concentrate on picking lychees. After a few minutes of that stimulation, Nang took off her shorts and opened her stance as I climbed up to the limb she was standing on, took off my shorts and we promptly began to make love up in the tree. 

We were probably out there in the tree for at least twenty or thirty minutes before we both came. After which we slowly climbed down out of the tree, kissed and retrieved the clothes that we had discarded and now lay on the ground. As we were putting them back on, we heard Noy laughing from the house.

"I sorry! But I not know you up in tree make babies!" Noy said between giggles. Nang blushed, "aunty, please don't tell." Noy smiled. "I don't tell. I think I come only Tuesday and Friday to clean so you know when I come. Ok?"

And with that, our spontaneous love making became tempered on those two days. 

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One evening, as we were lying in bed I asked her, "You know how much I like sex?" 

She laughed. "I know you like sex plenty."

I chuckled in reply, "oh yes, I enjoy sex a lot. But only with you." I paused briefly as I looked her in her eyes, "but how about you?"

"With right man, I think I like sex plenty." She smiled as she reached for my hard cock. 

I squirmed out of her reach and she took out her frustration by pinching the side of my stomach briefly.

"Ouch."

"Don't move."

"Nang,......."

She kissed me again, "don't move," she repeated as she groped between our bodies for my erection.

"Ok, you like sex, but do you like it so much that you might do it several times a day?" 

With a gleam in her eye, "We already do. With you I want any time you want." With lowered eyes, she continued, "Paul, you ........ I ......... when I go Bangkok, I think I want live big city. Get good job. Meet different people. Maybe city people more smart than people here. Maybe more rich than people here. Maybe I find good man there. But all people same. Same people. Maybe we live different there. In apartment, not house. Maybe ride bus to work, not walk. Some people very rich, but inside still same people. They dress different, but all same inside. Same people. Some good, some bad. Same people inside."

She paused briefly to nuzzle into my chest before she kissed me, "One thing always good for me. When I come here. Talk with you. Spend time with you. Paul, you different from others." She smiled.

"I think I know why you say that to me tonight. Paul, ........." and she raised herself to look deeply into my eyes, "you love me. Yes?"

"Yes, I do." I whispered back and tears began to leak from my eyes. 

And Nang began to tear up as well, "and I love you too." She whispered back. "I love you. We make love all time." she said as she pulled me down to her. We kissed deeply and passionately.

We ended up just going to sleep after that. Although we were nude, we didn't make love. Instead, we held each other comfortably. We were in love. 

The next morning, I woke to a soft kiss. Nang lay on me as she lowered her face to kiss me again. Nang's soft kiss brought me out of my euphoric state of mind. I hugged her tightly and returned her kiss.

Something that nagged at the back of my mind after our first intimate encounter, but I hadn't thought to talk with Nang about till now, was whether she was on birth control or not. She blushed when I asked her but she affirmed that she had been using the pill since she moved to Bangkok. 

"I worry that maybe I have sex with boyfriend. But since not marry, I think not good have children. But now, we to marry so maybe not take pill?"

"Do you want to have kids right away?" I asked.

"I think maybe good have soon. But even if I with child, I want you make love to me. Ok?"

I smiled. "Ok. You know I'll always want to make love to you." Nang blushed and kissed me.

"How many kids you want?" she asked.

I smiled back at her, "how many can you handle?"

"I want many. Good family have many children. Maybe five? Ok?"

I smiled, "then we better get started soon," which brought a smile to her face. 

"Yes, but first we marry. Go to government office and register, then temple see priest. Ask for blessing. Ok?"

"Sounds like it's important to do."

"Very important. To me. Please?" 

I smiled as I kissed her, "if it's important to you, then it's important to me also."

She smiled then reached between us and began stroking me till I was as hard as ever. Then she mounted me and slowly slid down my pole until we were firmly joined.

Breathlessly she whispered, " ..... first ...... ooooohhhhhh ....... you cum ......... inside me ......" as she began to post up and down on my erection.

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The next day Nang and I went into Phuket and filled out the marriage registration forms and paid our fees. They asked if I wanted a prenuptial agreement and I told them no, that I had nothing to hide and everything to share with my wife. Nang smiled and hugged me tightly. She told me later that most farangs who married Thai women had prenups; at least that's what she had heard. That I did not want one and instead was happy sharing everything with her, spoke volumes to her and served to validate how much I loved her. 

That afternoon, Noy came over to do my housework and we were visiting with her afterwards by the pool.

"Sim Noy," Nang told her, "we go temple tomorrow. Visit priest, ask for blessing."

Noy nodded her head in approval. "You register?"

"Yes, we register this morning."

"Then you and Paul should do wedding party. I help if you want."

Nang smiled and hugged her aunt. "I want. Thank you."

"Ok. When good time to do?" she asked both of us.

I replied, "I have to go to Chiang Mai in a couple of days for some work, but that shouldn't take more than three or four days. Can we do the wedding party after that?"

"Good. Give me time to make good party." Noy turned to Nang, "Who you want come?"

"I think my family, you and uncle, enough."

"You don't want other friends come?"

"I don't know. I live Bangkok too long. Many friends here not close anymore. I think and let you know."

"You Paul. You want people come?"

I couldn't think of anyone who I wanted to invite. My sister and her family were just too far away and it would be very expensive for them to come. Plus with the party coming so quickly I didn't think that it would be feasible for them to attend.

"Sim Noy, I think those that I would want to invite live too far away. I think Nang and I will visit with them in a couple of months to let them meet Nang."

Later that night as we were settling down in our bed, Nang asked me, "you go to Chiang Mai soon?" "Yes, I have a job up there that I need to go and do some work on. Would you like to come with me? See what I do?"

She smiled, "yes. I want know what my husband do. I know you tell me some, but I want see also. Maybe I help too?"

I smiled back at her; "and I want you by my side all the time also." 

Then it dawned on me that perhaps she had some work to do also. "Cheung jai, do you have any work that you need to do also?"

She smiled a bright and teary smile, "you called me your lover." And she attacked me passionately with her lips. "I love you" she whispered when she finally allowed us to come up for air.

I smiled back at her, "and I love you too." And pecked her lips softly, to add emphasis.

We laid down in each other's embrace, with our light blanket covering us. I asked her again, "do you have any work that you need to do?" "No. I quit job when I come home. I not want to stay Bangkok. So I quit."

"Do you have any plans to do anything else?"

"Maybe. I think maybe I good at making computer networks and fixing problems. So maybe I do some, but not too much. Maybe for one or two years only. Once children come, then maybe no time. I want time for children and you. You come first. Then children. Then maybe work. Ok?"

"I like your plan very much. And you come first with me also. You are the most important person in my life. And when our children come, they will come right after you and before my work. Besides, I really don't need to work."

"Shhh." Nang placed her finger against my lips. "You need something keep you busy. Besides make love to me, you need work keep you busy."

"Now where would I find the time to work if I'm making love to you all the time......" I told her as I began to caress her breasts. Her legs opened in anticipation of our loving making. I slide my body over hers as I lowered my lips to her breasts. 

"Paul," she whispered, "please ......... in me ......... please .......... in me ........I want ........ ooooooohhhhhhhh" she moaned as I slowly slide into her warm sheath, already wet in anticipation. 

"Cheung jai," I whispered, "I love you." 

Nang looked into my eyes for a long moment before she whispered back, "I love you all my heart. I am for you only." She hugged me tightly with her arms and legs as we kissed. My hard cock deeply entrenched in her warmth. 

After a few moments, our lips parted and we looked into each other's eyes. She smiled and began to tighten her vaginal muscles rhythmically, squeezing and releasing my erection as it lay nestled in her womb. I smiled in return and began our lover's dance; thrusting slowly and deeply, then quickening the pace as Nang began to moan and hug me tighter and tighter. 

Then she was there....... reaching her crest as she arched her back and dug her fingers into my back, our lips sealed to each other as our tongues dueled. And I responded with my own blinding release ...... a tightening of my groin signaling my pending eruption moments before I slammed my dick as hard as I could into Nang, then held it there as I came, flooding her pussy with my cum.

"I love you," she whispered to me.

"I love you too," I replied.

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The next day we traveled to Chang Mai where I had been asked to take a look at a storage site that had been used to store explosives by a commercial mining company. The company had gone bankrupt about a year before, and the city had become concerned about any unused explosives that might still be on the property. A visual survey had been performed which revealed several suspicious looking sites. And a storage shed towards the back of the property contained evidence that it had been used to store explosives and some corrosive chemicals. 

When we got there, we were met by a government official who escorted us around the property. It was clear that they had a hazardous clean up job ahead. We walked the property and confirmed many of their suspicions. I asked Nang to be our camera person and she happily snapped away with our pocket digital camera. 

The storage shed caused more than a little concern. My handy dandy handheld chemical sniffer detected all sorts of bad stuff in different parts of the floor of the shed. But as we shifted some of the empty chemical bags around, we found what appeared to be the metal covering to an underground storage bunker of some sort. 

When we popped the lid open, we found several open cases of explosives. Moldy and dusty, they seemed ripe for a problem to happen. 




Nang Ch. 01



"Baby, you better move away from here. We got some bad stuff down here." I told Nang.

She gave me a concerned look, "be careful."

I smiled back at her, "always. I have a lot of reasons why I need to be careful."

She smiled back at me, "I wait outside." She touched my arm gently .

"Best you move at least 100 yards or so away. Just in case. Ok?"

She nodded her head, then left the shed. 

I surveyed the contents of the bunker and was able to read the labeling on the sides of the boxes so we knew what the boxes contained. Not really bad stuff, but just explosives that needed to be handled carefully when disposed of. They were commercial grade explosives that ordinarily shouldn't be a problem. However we didn't know how old they were and explosives tend to get a little touchy with age.

We closed up the bunker and the government official called a helper over to get a chain and padlock so that they could secure the building.

We continued our walk around and didn't turn up anything else. So we left and checked into a nearby hotel where I did my report. Took me about an hour to write out my recommendations, then merged them with some of the photos that Nang took. When that was done, I emailed them to the government official that we had met.

As I shut down my laptop, Nang climbed into my lap and sat down, straddling me in the process.

"Paul, is dangerous work you do. When I go outside, I worry that you get hurt."

"It can be dangerous. But if you don't take chances and only do things safely, then no one gets hurt. That's why others want me to help them. Because I don't take chances and no one gets hurt."

Nang, grimaced but then nodded her head as she digested what I told her. 

"Promise me, you be careful. I not want you get hurt. Please?"

"I promise." I replied before she hugged me tightly and kissed me at length. I hugged her back and we clung to each other for several long moments.

"I not want lose you," Nang said softly. 

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We left Chiang Mai the next day and flew back to Phuket. On the drive back to our village, we talked about our wedding dinner that her aunt, Sim Noy, was arranging. 

"What is a Thai wedding dinner party like?" I asked.

"Depends. We must ask Sim Noy. I hope she not make too formal." 

"How formal can it be?" Probably a rhetorical question as far as weddings go, but I had to ask.

"Oh, can be very long. Too many people, too much food, too much drink, too much ....... priest, too much talk. I like simple. I want only my family, your family. They know how special we are to each other. I just want simple wedding. We go church and ask priest to pray. My mother, my father, my brothers and sisters, Sim Noy and her family, your family. Then come home, have dinner. Keep simple." 

"Well let's talk to your aunt when we get home." So we met with her aunt, Sim Noy, and there was disagreement with almost everything. But eventually Noy agreed to just have a simple dinner after our wedding at the temple. But she also insisted that we invite our neighbors. A simple addition which seemed the right thing to do. So we agreed and Noy and Nang's mother took care of everything else.

Because of the preparation that was needed, Noy decided that we should schedule everything for about a week later. The timing was good as it allowed us to visit with the priest first and talk about our upcoming wedding. Noy also used the time to move the last of her belongings into our house. Although she had been living with me for awhile and most of her clothes and personal things were already moved over, there were still a few things left behind including her computer equipment. 

"Cheung jai, may I use one room for my computer?"

"Sure. If you want to, you can put your things in my office. I have a lot of room."

She smiled, "Maybe I need more room?"

"More room? How much stuff do you have?" I asked.

"Plenty. When I quit my job I bring all my equipment home. So have plenty. Remember I do networks, so much equipment."

So we set up an admin work station and a small network server in my office that's next door to our bedroom. We stored the rest of her equipment in one of the spare bedrooms in the other wing of the house. And was there a lot of stuff. Servers, hard drives, monitors, computer terminals, cables, routers, racks ...... you name it and Nang had it. We stacked everything in the last bedroom in the other wing and it took up almost half of the room.

"That's a serious amount of hardware," I commented after we caught our breath.

She smiled. "Was good business. I can do almost anywhere. Even from here."

Her eyes twinkled when she said that. She knew that she was a computer geek and was proud of that!

I laughed. There were still sides to Nang that I was slowly discovering and they were delightful to find. A computer geek; who would have thought that this sexy model that I was marrying was a computer geek!

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The next day as we were eating breakfast, I asked Nang, "what would it take to get your networking business back up and running?"

"Need customers. Can put hardware almost anywhere. I can manage from here. Maybe some customer in Bangkok don't like old company and maybe want someone else do their network. I have to think about this. But I think maybe good idea." And she was smiling as she said that.

"Paul, we talk other day about make love."

"Yes."

"I know you like all times, yes?"

I smiled, "yes, I do. But only with you."

She smiled and kissed me quickly, "you make me happy. You say you like make love two, three times a day? More?"

I chuckled, "more! But only when you want to make love also. I won't force you to make love."

"But what you think if I want make love more too? I not want you think I bad woman."

I smiled, "no, you are definitely not a bad woman. If you want to make love often it just means that you enjoy making love. Just like me."

She smiled, "but only with you. Only with my cheung jai."

"You're just like me. I would only enjoy making love if it's with you. You're my cheung jai also. And only you will do for me."

She stood and began to disrobe, then walked over to me and began to take my shirt off. Taking her hint, I took off the rest of my clothes and was soon as naked as she was. She pushed me back into my chair then straddled me; her pussy lodged at the base of my cock. 

As we kissed, she stroked my erection several times, then she raised herself momentarily until she was able to place the head of my cock at her entrance. Then she slowly slid down until I was completely inside of her.

"I want ....... all time." She whispered seductively as she began to slowly grind her hips into mine, rubbing her clit against me in the process. "I want ....... you cum in me ...... cum inside me......."

"Oh, fuck!" was all that I could manage to say as Nang's movements became more and more pronounced.



Nang Ch. 02



Nang and I had been busy for several days, preparing for our wedding and the feast that would follow it. Nang's family pitched in and their many hands helped to complete the preparations for the wedding party without stressing too many people out. And Nang's family coming together to work on the wedding party was something of a family reunion itself. The work was peppered with lots of laughter and the loud and happy conversations of everyone catching up with each other and having a great time.

It felt so wonderful to be a part of Nang's family. Even though I was a "farang" or foreigner, I was their farang. So where I came from or what I looked like was just a talking point and nothing more than that. The fact that Nang loved me and I loved her made everything else meaningless. I was family. Nang was very happy that everyone welcomed me with open arms and so was I. 

Waking up on our wedding day, Nang insisted on making love; "I want every day start this way. Every day, you make love to me, you cum inside me. I want every night end this way;" as she pulled me on top of her. 

She gently stroked my cock until I was impossibly rigid then placed my at her opening. I pressed gently and slid into her depths slowly. Nang moaned as her warmth slowly consumed me; physically and emotionally. 

Our lips joined softly then opened to each other as our tongues reached out to caress the other. Nang's legs wrapped around my waist as I slide slowly into her. She closed her eyes to savor the moment as we coupled and our pelvis' met, and we ground our hips together. 

She whispered, "I belong to you."

I kissed her softly and replied, "I will always take care of you. You are my lover and my life. I love you. I belong to you, too."

We hugged each other tightly. Tears began to run from her eyes as she smiled and looked up into my eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too." I whispered in return as she began to rhythmically tighten and relax the muscles inside of her pussy, massaging my erection, trying to coax my orgasm that would spew my cum into the deep recesses of her womb. My erection plumbed her depths repeatedly; slowly at first, then building as our arousal mounted; rubbing myself against her clit as best I could with every downward thrust. Nang swung her head from side to side as her arousal grew and grew. Her fingers pressed down against my back as she dug her heels into my behind. 

"I want you ....... in me ....... all time," she moaned softly, "...... all time inside me ....... make love ...... you cum inside me ....... I ...... I ...... w-w-waaannnnt ...... cum inside ...... cheung jai (lover) ....... cum ...." her soft litany goaded my every thrust.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered to her several long moments later.

"Yes ........ cheung jai," as she hugged me tightly, "cum inside me ....... now cum...... " 

She clutched me tightly as her pussy spasmed repeatedly; causing me to breech as well with spurts of my cum bathing the insides of her womb. 

"..... ah ..... ah .....ah ....cheung jai......" she moaned as I held her tightly.

I saw stars as I repeatedly thrust my erupting cock as deeply as possible into Nang's warmth. 

"I love you." I whispered.

"My cheung jai ...... I love you also." She whispered in return.

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Although we would have preferred remaining in bed holding each other, we knew that we had a very important event to attend to that morning. So we showered and dressed, and got ready just in time to greet Nang's family who had gathered at our house. Together, we walked over to the town's temple where our wedding was to be performed that morning. As we walked towards the temple, more people from our neighborhood began to join our little procession until it wasn't a little procession at all. It had become a parade! I don't know where all the people came from but it looked as if there were more than a hundred people who had joined our procession. 

The temple itself was an old Buddhist shrine that had been lovingly maintained for decades. The brass fittings, ornaments, and bells gleamed brightly. The dark teak wood floors were shiny and smooth from years of care and the many feet that had walked across its surfaces over the years. The smoke from burning incense and the smell of various flowers filled the air. Bowls of fruit offerings and vases full of colorful flowers graced the altar. 

The ceremony itself was quite involved and I couldn't begin to tell you that I understood much of it. But I did understand what was happening when the priest took our hands and joined them with his. Then he had us make incense offerings at the altar. Then both of us took a sip of a rice wine concoction. And then after more prayers and incense, we became husband and wife. Nang's smile lit up the temple as everyone's applause echoed throughout the room.

The merriment and celebration lasted well into the early morning. I don't know how we stayed awake, but we did and thanked everyone for coming and for helping us make our wedding so very memorable. As soon as the last guest left, Nang and I stumbled into our bedroom and didn't get up the next day until it was early afternoon. And we only woke up then because her aunt and her mom were banging around in our kitchen, making something for us to eat. So we showered and dressed and had a late lunch with the rest of Nang's family who had, by that time, invaded our home. 

Before we ate, I took Nang's hand and rose and faced her family. 

"Thank you ....... all of you ....... for helping make our wedding yesterday, so wonderful. When I moved here not too long ago, I did so because I felt that you ...... all of you ...... were such nice people. And I wasn't wrong. You welcomed me into your lives and I have never felt more at home anywhere else, than I do here." 

"Then I met Nang and my world seemed brighter to know such a beautiful and loving woman." 

Nang turned to me with tears in her eye, "my ch-ch-ch-cheung jai, my h-h-husband ........ you are reason why people so nice. You good man. Very good man. My mother, my father, my aunt, my uncle, all my family. They know you good man also. I love you because you very good man ........ much honor, always treat people good ...... always treat me good. First my friend, then my cheung jai and husband. I love you always."

Her passionate words caused me to cry as I hugged her tightly. "I love you Nang. So very much."

A moment passed before we heard clapping and felt arms hugging us. First it was Sim Noy, then Nang's parents, and then I couldn't keep track of who else! It was intense ...... emotional ....... joyous ...... almost spiritual. I've never felt that before. 

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The next day Nang and I were sitting outside in the patio enjoying the morning and talking about what we needed to do now that we were married.

"So we go Japan?" She asked. I had told Nang earlier about the need for this trip.

"Yes. I emailed my investment broker and he knows that we need to add you to my accounts."

"Paul, you sure this good idea?"

"Definitely. You need to be able to withdraw funds from the accounts also. I trust you with all that I have."

She looked at me, "My husband, I bring so little to our home, yet you give me so much."

"Not so, Nang. You bring your love for me to our home. That is worth so much more than all that I have."

She smiled, crawled into my lap and hugged me tightly. 

I kissed her then continued, "When we go to Japan, we'll stay in Tokyo for a week, then travel north to Sapporo and do some sightseeing there."

"Why Sapporo?" she asked.

"Have you ever soaked in a natural hot spring? Where hot water comes up from below the ground?"

"No. We don't have. But we have many rivers."

"Yes I know. But soaking in a hot spring is a nice experience that I think you'll enjoy."

"Is very hot?"

"It could be, but I think that there is a way to keep the temperature down so it won't be too hot."

"I never been Japan. Will be first trip out of Thailand."

"Hopefully you'll enjoy it and it will be the first of many trips that you and I will take to other countries."

The next day we drove into Phuket and applied for her Thai passport. And since she and I were now married, we also went to the American consulate's representative to register our marriage and also apply for a US passport for Nang. Both informed us that Nang's passports would be ready for pickup in about two weeks.

While in Phuket, we visited an open air market where Nang made me taste some of the exotic local fare.

"Here. You try this." Nang told me as she handed me a small dish which had small pieces of some sort of meat and an assortment of stir fried vegetables. 

"What is it?"

"I don't tell. You try first." She smiled at me. "Is good for body."

So I tentatively took a nibble of the meat thing and found it to be slightly chewy with a spicy, nutty flavor. Almost like eating tripe, but not as rubbery in texture. After I had several pieces of it, I asked Nang what it was.

"Is buffalo. Taste good, yes?"

"Buffalo? I would have never guessed. It does taste good; a little on the spicy side, very chewy, but I like it."

Nang smiled, "I happy you like. Is good for man. Make man strong. Make man make woman happy."

"What? Make man make woman happy?"

"Oh yes! My girl friend say make her husband make her very happy after he eat this. Very happy!"

Then it dawned on me that whatever it was, that it was probably considered to be an aphrodisiac of some sort. But I figured I'd play dumb a bit and bait Nang a little.

"Now why would your girl friend be happy after her husband ate this stuff?"

Nang blushed furiously! "You know!" she laughed, "Man get ...... man get ....... her husband want ......" and she laughed uncontrollably. 

"Her husband get's what? What does her husband want?" I pestered Nang; but I couldn't help laughing also.

She took one look at me and broke down and laughed uncontrollably again. "Paul, you ..... you know, yes?" 

I grinned back at her, "I think I have a good idea of what you're talking about. And I think we're going to find out later tonight when we get back home if that's true or not." 

She smiled and came to me, then wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. "Yes, my cheung jai," she said softly, "we both enjoy tonight."

We returned home about an hour later and damn if that thing wasn't beginning to work on me. I had a boner that wouldn't listen. It wanted one thing only; and that was to bury itself in Nang's warmth and stay there forever.

We made love repeatedly that afternoon and throughout the evening. I don't remember how many times either one of us came, but my dick was sore and so was Nang's pussy. But I still wanted to keep my dick in her pussy, and she didn't mind it so much as long as I didn't move it very much. But that didn't keep Nang from using her Kegel muscles to give me an internal massage. 

It felt so good to feel her pussy slowly grip and release my cock, with her vaginal muscles rippling slowly as she did so. As I came for the final time that night, I buried my cock as deeply into Nang's pussy as I could. The contact of the base of my cock with her sensitive clit triggered her orgasm and her cries of pleasure as she hugged me tightly.

(After that night, we limited my consumption of water buffalo penis to just two or three small pieces; and then only once or twice a year.) 

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Two mornings later, Nang took me into the mountainside, just a short distance away from the village. 

"This my secret place. Now you my husband, I take you there. Is special place for me."

We parked our car in a little-used turnout, walked into the tree line and followed a stream up into a small valley. Nang kept looking up to check where we were with respect to the upper ridge of the valley and about a third of the way up the valley, she began to veer away from the stream. There was no trail to speak off yet Nang confidently led me deeper into the forest. The dense tree canopy above kept the hot sun off us, and provide cover for the many birds that were squawking away at our intrusion. 

"This is beautiful," I commented to Nang.

She turned to me, "yes, but more to see."

We continued to walk towards the wall of the valley and the ground began to slope upwards. About ten or fifteen minutes later, the forest began to thin out and we came onto a small waterfall that fell into a pond that must have been about forty or fifty feet across. The water was shallow and clear, and the bottom lined with small, smooth rocks and pebbles. The area around it was grassed in with various fruit trees scattered here and there around the pond. 

"I find when I small girl. Not many know this place."

She took my hand and we walked up to the edge of the pond.

"Water not cold. Is good to swim."

I tested the water with my foot and agreed. Not that cold at all. Since the pond was fairly shallow, it must capture the warmth of the sun. 

"Let's take a swim." I suggested. 

And so we did. We took our clothes off and walked into the pond, hand in hand. After our hike up the valley, the pond was a refreshing break. We swam for about fifteen or twenty minutes before getting out of the pond. We laid down on the grassy bank and let the sun dry our bodies. I turned on to my side and admired the goddess that agreed to marry me and thanked my lucky stars that she loved me. 

"You smiling Paul. You like?"

I laughed, "Oh yes. I like very much. You are so beautiful and sexy. I couldn't have wished for a more beautiful wife than you. I am so lucky that you love me."

Nang moved over and pushed me onto my back before she laid herself on top of me. "Is not luck, my cheung jai. I love you because you are very good man. You are beautiful inside where most important." And she kissed me softly and slowly.

"It is me who lucky." She continued, "lucky that you come here. Lucky that I meet you. Lucky that you love me."

"I intend to spend the rest of my life loving you." I replied.

Nang smiled as tears began to fall from her eyes, "I love you." she whispered, then hugged me tightly.

I rolled us over as Nang continued to hug me. On her back, Nang spread her legs which opened herself to me. I was hard with desire and my erection didn't need any help to find its way into her Nang's warmth. She closed her eyes as I slid home.

"Cum inside me," She whispered. "my husband, cum in me." 

We spent the rest of the morning making love next to the pond ......... slow, passionate love earmarked by occasional outbursts as one of us came. 

We would return to Nang's private waterfall and pond repeatedly for the rest of our lives; bringing our children and later our grandchildren with us. It remains a very special place for our family. 

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About a month after our trip to Nang's waterfall, we received Nang's Thai and US passports. And so we made travel arrangements to fly to Tokyo to meet with my investment advisor as well as to take our delayed honeymoon. Since she didn't have her passports at the time that we were married, we decided to wait until they arrived, then schedule our honeymoon along with our meeting with my investment advisor.

The flight from Phuket to Tokyo was uneventful but long. We spent the time talking about the places that we planned to visit during our honeymoon. I also told Nang that I wanted her to eventually meet my sister so another trip to the US would follow after our trip to Japan.

After landing and going through customs, we took a local train into the heart of downtown Tokyo. Getting off at the Shinjuku Station, we took a cab over to the Keio Plaza Hotel where we would be staying. After traveling for the better part of a day, thoughts of taking a hot bath and getting something to eat were on the top of our agenda. 

Our cab pulled up to the porte-cochere of the hotel and as we got out, we were accosted by a large group of cameramen; all vying to take pictures of Nang. The bellmen were trying their best to fend them off, however it was quite a zoo. I began to seriously fear for our safety as the photographers jostled each other to get a better shot. To our good fortune, hotel security personnel swarmed onto the sidewalk and rescued us before the pushing and shoving got to us. 

We finally made our way into the lobby with a porter protectively lording over our luggage. Everyone in the lobby was focused on us as we escaped from the madhouse in front of the hotel. We were amazed and stunned by the experience. I turned around to view the scene outside, and I could see photographers still trying to take picture after picture of us. It was crazy!

We were walking up to the Reception Desk to check in when the hotel manager appeared before us and assured us that our rooms were ready; "Miss Chaichurea, we sorry for problem in front. But please, you may go directly up to your suite."

Nang looked at me, "Chaichurea?" Then it dawned on her what happened and she smiled, and spoke to the hotel manager.

"Thank you, but I am not Miss Chaichurea. Maybe I look like her, but I am not her. This my husband, Paul Kindle."

"Mr. and Mrs. Kindle?" the manager asked. "Oh, I am sorry for confusion. Please, let me help you register."

And that helped to explain the crowd of overly enthusiastic photographers out front. As Nang later explained, Patcharapa Chaichurea is a very beautiful and popular actress in Thailand and Southeast Asia. Nang later pulled up a picture from the internet of 'Aum' as she is affectionately known, and I was surprised by how alike they were. They could pass as twin sisters.

"Sometimes when I go Bangkok, people ask for autograph, take picture. Is funny. She famous actress." Nang said as we finished registering and received our room keys. 

As we turned away from the desk, I could see the melee beginning all over again out front. This time, over the arrival of a limousine as the bellmen and security personnel began to push photographers out of the way. 

"Looks like the real Miss Chaichurea just arrived," I told Nang as we walked over to the elevators.

She glanced back to the front doors, "that's crazy. I don't envy her. No one leave her alone. Terrible."

We made it up to our room, unpacked a little and showered. We decided to dress casually but warmly as Tokyo is much cooler than Phuket. We made it back to the lobby and were talking with the concierge about dining places when I noticed that the crowd of photographers hadn't left at all. And it seemed as if they were aiming their cameras at us again.

I tapped Nang on the shoulder and pointed to the front of the lobby, "I think we're going to have a problem getting in and out of the hotel." 

Nang sighed, "I don't like. What can we do?"

I asked the concierge, "Is there some way that we can leave the hotel without them knowing about it?"

He smiled and picked up his phone and spoke briefly with someone, then turned to me, "Mr. Kindle, I think we can help. Please to come this way."

He lead us back towards reception where we were met by the hotel manager once again. "We are sorry, but Mrs. Kindle look so much like famous actress. Please, we have garage that you may use to leave hotel."

And he led us down to the basement where a hotel limo was waiting. He had made arrangements for the limo to take us anywhere we wanted.

"Please, our car take you where you want. I will speak with cameramen and I hope they don't bother you again. "

So the limo snuck us out through the back garage entrance, and took us to a nearby restaurant where we were able to have a nice, quiet dinner. For Nang, eating Japanese food was a new and enjoyable experience. The two cuisines use many similar ingredients however are very different in the ways that they are prepared. And Nang enjoyed just about everything that we were served. 




Nang Ch. 02



We took a cab back to the hotel where we had to deal with photographers once again. But the hotel's staff had been alerted to the problem so as soon as our cab arrived a cordon of bellmen and security personnel magically materialized which kept us from being bothered unnecessarily.

As we walked through the lobby towards the elevators, a nicely dressed man approached us and introduced himself.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kindle?" he asked, "My name is Shigemi Masato. I help Miss Chaichurea in Japan. She ask to speak with you when you have time. Do you have a few minutes now?"

I turned to Nang, "Ok with you?"

Nang nodded her agreement and Mr. Shigemi led us to the elevators and up to Miss Chaichurea's suite.

Patcharapa Chaichurea met us at the door to her suite and I was stunned! We were all stunned! Even though we knew that they looked alike, we were unprepared by how closely they resembled each other. She and Nang could have passed as twin sisters!

"My gawd!" Patcharapa gasped. 

Nang echoed her milliseconds later, "Oh my.."

Shigemi-san ushered us into the suite; smiling and laughing at the spectacle before him. And the girls began speaking in their native tongue at a pace that I couldn't follow. But the quick questions and answers and squeals of delight were not difficult to understand. They were intrigued by how they looked so much alike. 

Nang took my hand and introduced me to Patcharapa, "Aum, this my husband Paul. Paul Kindle. We just marry several months ago. But I know Paul many years. He is good man."

Aum smiled and bowed with hands clasped, giving me her "wai" greeting. I did likewise and "wai'd" her in return, in a show of respect.

In all, we must have spent at least two hours with Aum. She turned out to be a very nice person. Someone very easy to talk with. No pretentions for this lady, no matter how famous or beautiful that she was. Nang and I have the utmost respect for her. She ended up apologizing for the reception that we received from the paparazzi when we first arrived.

We eventually made it back to our room where we bathed and climbed into our bed. We were tired from the trip and from having to deal with the paparazzi. 

"Paul, I feel bad for Aum. She have no privacy."

"Yeah, but I imagine that being the well known actress that she is, that she's used to this by now."

"I think you right, but I don't think she like."

Nang fell silent for a few minutes and I had thought that she had fallen asleep, when she rolled over onto me and asked, "cheung jai, we should tell Aum to come visit our home when she want to rest. We hide her. Maybe take her to waterfall."

I kissed her. "I think she might like that. Let's tell her tomorrow."

Nang smiled and kissed me back as she hugged me. 

The next morning, we left a message with Shigemi-san for Aum, inviting her to stay with us whenever she wanted. That we would make sure that she would have her privacy and be able to rest. Shigemi thanked us for the offer and assured us that he would pass our message to Aum.

We visited with my investment advisor in Tokyo and I made my account joint with Nang, giving her full access and rights. She wasn't upbeat about it but understood why I wanted it done. 

"Paul, I don't like to think one day I don't have you."

"I don't want to think about it either, but it might happen whether we like it or not. And I want to make sure that you are taken care of."

And we left it at that. Nang didn't want to touch the account, but I gave her the responsibility to check on it monthly as well as to transfer funds as we needed. So she gradually became accustomed to it. 

We returned to our hotel around lunch time and were intercepted by Shigemi-san as we crossed the lobby.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kindle, please wait." He called out to us.

"Ms. Chaichurea asked to speak with you. Do you have time for lunch with her?" he asked.

Nang looked at me and I nodded my head, "I'm sure that we can make time for Ms. Chaichurea."

Shigemi-san accompanied us up to her penthouse suite where we had a really pleasant lunch with Aum.

After we ate, she thanked us for the invitation to visit with us. "You don't know what mean to be able to have normal life. I miss quiet time very much."

Nang smiled and held my hand, "Aum, Paul and I understand. Please you stay with us any time. Our town small, quiet, many friends. You can relax."

Aum's eye's teared up a bit, "I don't have much time to myself. Some times too much for me."

Nang got up and hugged Aum as she cried softly. I got up as well and gathered both women in a hug.

"Aum, we'd like to be your friends. Any time you feel the need for privacy and quiet, just come and visit with us. We'll make sure that you have the privacy and normalcy that you need." I said quietly.

Aum hugged us both tightly. "Thank you ..... thank you ....... she whispered."

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We took the Shinkansen high speed bullet train up towards Sapporo the next day. The bullet train ride was a first for Nang. She was impressed by how fast the train went and how comfortable and quiet the ride was. 

After an overnight stop over in Hachinohe, we caught a local train up to Sapporo and were checked into our hotel before lunch. Since our hotel was located in the middle of the town, we decided to just walk around the first day. This was Nang's first trip outside of Thailand and this was my first trip to Sapporo. I had heard that it was famous for its winter sports, hot springs, and seafood restaurants. So armed with a map of the area around the hotel, we ambled around with the intent to find a place to eat a light lunch.

Several blocks from the hotel we found a very rustic and Japanese looking building. Wooden shingles graced the roofs and polished river stones lined the pathway leading into the entrance of the restaurant. We were greeted by an elderly woman dressed in a traditional kimono. 

She smiled and greeted us, "Good morning," in English! What a surprise.

Turns out that Betty was an ex-pat from California. Born and raised in San Francisco, she loved to travel from an early age. While in college, she participated in a student exchange program and spent a year attending Waseda University in Tokyo, and met her husband there. He was studying political science with the intent to find employment in his country's diplomatic core. Like Betty, he found the allure of travel to be exciting. They married after he graduated and soon found themselves posted to different diplomatic missions around the world.

Nang asked; "What was most interesting place you live?"

"Oh, I think that would be Moscow. It was in the late 90's when Russia was trying to find itself again. They had just broken up the country into the smaller republics. The politicians were all trying to out-do each other, but the common people were very nice and very welcoming. I felt sorry for many of them as so many things were just too expensive. But most of them were used to living under those conditions."

"Was difficult for you, American woman married to Japanese official? That bother Russians?"

She laughed. "At first, they were very wary, but as they got to know me, their suspicions disappeared. I am, after all, a very simple person."

Nang, smiled, "I don't think so. I think much more to you then you say."

Betty smiled, "Not much more than what you see. I have enjoyed my life of traveling and seeing the world with Tsutomu, my husband."

Over lunch, Betty told us about other places that she and her husband lived including London, Madrid, Sydney, Hanoi, and Quebec. After Tsutomu retired, they ended up in Sapporo several years ago thinking of spending a quiet retirement. But having been accustomed to a lifetime of travel and entertaining others, they quickly became bored. So they purchased the restaurant and immersed themselves in the business. That at least kept them busy. In fact, Tsutomu was in Tokyo that day, attending a travel agents trade show where he helped to man a booth that featured several of Sapporo's attractions including their restaurant. 

"She have full life." Nang said as we walked out of Betty's restaurant. "She most fortunate."

"Sure looks that way, but I noticed that she didn't mention any kids."

Nang gave some thought to our conversations over lunch and agreed, "you right Paul. Maybe no children."

We walked back to our hotel in relative silence, just taking in the sights as we walked.

After we had been walking for at least ten or fifteen minutes Nang turned to me, "... I want children. Children important. They help make good family. I think Betty sometimes lonely. Family good to have."

I smiled and hugged her. "I would like to have children also. I think that's a wonderful idea."

She smiled back at me and hugged me tightly, "when you like?"

"That depends a lot on you. When would you like to start having children?" I countered. After all, she would be the one most affected by any pregnancy.

She smiled, "we talk more. Right now, I don't know. But soon. Not good when old."

I smiled in return and gave her a quick kiss; "I'll be ready whenever you are."

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We visited a nearby hot springs bath the next day. The "onsen" featured in-door, private garden spas. We washed ourselves and later adjourned to a small man-made pond full of hot spring water. The pond itself was three to four feet deep and surrounded by a lush garden. We could see a deep valley just outside of the onsen, with a wide river that gently flowed past us. 

As we luxuriated in the hot pond, I drew Nang into my arms and seated her in my lap. 

"Have I told you recently that I love you?" I asked.

She smiled and kissed me; "this morning ... but that was long time ago....you must tell me often......" as she wrapped her arms around my neck and straddled my waist. Then she raised herself slightly as she lined my erection up then slowly impaled herself on me.

We hugged each other and sat there coupled; kissing and wrapped up in each other's arms. Not moving, yet relishing the feelings of love that we shared with each other. I don't know how else to describe the wonderful feelings that gripped my heart and soul. Tears began to slowly trickle from my eyes and as I gazed into Nang's eyes, I saw the same thing happening with her. 

A warm, satisfying feeling began to spread throughout my body. Nang's arms and legs hugged me tighter. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened as her head began to lean backwards. She began to slowly grind herself against my pubic bone, rubbing her clitoris against me repeatedly. I could feel my cock harden even further and Nang's pussy tighten rhythmically. And all of a sudden, I was there! I exploded sending streams of cum into Nang. She hugged me tightly as we kissed savagely. 

Don't ask me to explain what happened. It just did. I had just experienced probably the most mind blowing orgasm of my life! And so had Nang apparently. Her body turned to jello a few moments after I came. She actually passed out for a few moments. As she regained her consciousness, we hugged and kissed.

"Cheung jai, was good for you?" she asked.

I kissed her slowly and passionately, "I don't know what exactly happened but I felt something very powerful just happen to me. And I think it happened to you also."

"Yes. You make me feel so good. So good, I don't know where I am. I think our bodies, our hearts, our minds, all one. I want again. Many times."

So did I. I wasn't sure what happened but whatever we experienced probably had something to do with some sort of psychic linking between Nang and myself. Just thinking about it made me feel so good. Perhaps this is what yoga practitioners define as tantric lovemaking. Yes, I want to experience this again and again. Many times. For the rest of our lives.

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We spent a total of four days in Sapporo before we returned to Tokyo for an overnight stay. The plan was to relax at the hotel, then take an early morning shuttle out to Narita Airport to catch our flight back to Phuket. However our plans were about to be disrupted by violent weather.

We woke up the next morning to news reports of a typhoon that had made landfall in the Philippines with winds gusting upwards of 170 miles per hour. The typhoon was reported to be over four miles wide and was pushing tidal surges of more than 15 feet. Damage in the Philippines was heavy. Coastal towns were being inundated and the heavy rains were causing flooding conditions inland.

The typhoon lost some of its punch as it made landfall, however once it over ran the Philippine island chain and it was back over open warm water in the South China Sea, it began to regain its strength and was bigger than ever. And what made it worse, the typhoon had shifted to a southerly track and was headed towards an area just north of Singapore. Unfortunately, that meant that Phuket and Nang's village were also in its path.

We called the airline to ask about our flight and were told that the flight had been cancelled due to the typhoon. After several attempts, we were able to get a flight out to Bangkok later that evening. At least we would be in-country sometime soon. Nang tried calling home several times, however connections were poor and we were not able to get in touch with anyone.

The typhoon began loosing its strength as it neared the Malaysian peninsula. And by the time it made landfall north of Singapore later that day, it had lost a lot of its punch. But winds were still very bad with gust of up to 90 miles per hour and the rainfall was heavy causing wide spread flooding and landslides all over the country side. 

By the time we landed in Bangkok, the typhoon had broken up and the storm system had settled down to a heavy down pour. The added rain just added to the flooding and landslides. However, Phuket Airport was reopened so we were able to book a flight out the next day.

Upon arrival at Phuket International Airport, we retrieved our bags and got our car out of long term parking. It had cost a bit however it was secure and convenient. Nang called her parents and found out that the storm had caused heavy damage to homes and roads. Her father had gone over to our house and found some damage but nothing serious. Her parent's home sustained some roof damage however her father had spread a tarp over the damaged area and was trying to secure roofing materials to fix the damaged area. Unfortunately everyone else was scrounging for building materials also so he wasn't having much success.

The road back was drivable however there were sections that had been damaged heavily by the flooding. So it took us the better part of the day to make what would normally be an hour's drive. We could see damage caused by the high winds and heavy rains throughout the area as we drove by. 

We went to our home first and dropped off our luggage and changed into clothes more suitable for the work that needed to be done. We briefly inspected the damage to our home, and as Nang's father had informed us, the damage was light. We had some roofing shingles missing from the garage roof and the pool was a mess. Broken tree limbs were strewn throughout the yard and we had a couple of cracked windows caused by the flying debris. But nothing serious.

We walked over to Nang's family's house and found her dad and several relatives on the roof trying to repair it. He had found sheets of metal roofing and was busy nailing them into place. I went up on the roof to help them as well. 

"This good for now. Stop rain from coming in house." Nang's dad said as we hefted the metal roofing into place and nailed them down. It took us several hours to finish the temporary repair work.

Nang was in the house with the women of her family. They had prepared dinner for us and fed us when we had finished the roof repairs and had cleaned up a little.

As we ate, Nang filled me in on what had happened to others in the community.

"Paul, Sim (aunt) Noy says many have no water and no electricity. Food is problem, too. She and mom go to temple tomorrow to help cook for those who don't have food. I think I go also. Ok?"

"Sure. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Maybe you help men fix other houses?"

"Yeah, I should do that. But what can we do about the water and food situation?"

"Temple priest help with water. Everyone give food to temple to feed others so we have enough for now. But later I don't know."

"Nang, take a look at what we have at home and let them have what is usable. I'll take a look into getting more food."

Nang kissed me, "you good man cheung jai (lover)." And she kissed me again.

After eating, we visited with her family a bit more and Nang told them about our trip to Japan and being mistaken for Patcharapa Chaichurea, the famous Thai actress. Meeting Aum fascinated everyone and they teased Nang about being her twin. 

After dinner, we returned home and took a look at our food supplies. We had a fair amount of frozen meat items and several bags of rice. So Nang planned to take most of those items to the temple. 

I made a couple of phone calls to emergency service providers in Phuket and Bangkok and arranged to have emergency service reps come out to take a look at the needs of our village. Phang-na is just too small to be on anyone's map. I let them know that potable water and food were the primary issues of concern at the moment but that roofing and building materials were also needed to do temporary repairs. They promised to do what they could.

The next day we went to the temple loaded with the food supplies that we felt that we could spare. The meat items and rice were sorely needed and were promptly sent to the kitchen. Nang left to help in the kitchen while I joined a group of men that was going out into the village to help with repairs. 

We had been out working all day fixing roofs, boarding up windows, repairing walls, and just helping everyone deal with the water damage. Miraculously, building materials began showing up. The emergency service providers had apparently showed up with the help that had been promised. That gave our work crew the desire to work even harder. Which we did. We had to eventually stop work when it became too dark to see what we were doing. 

We returned to the temple exhausted and dirty. I barely had enough strength to wash my face and hands before I sat down against the wall of the temple's front entry to rest for a moment. It was then that I noticed the large number of trucks that were coming and going. They were bringing in food stocks, building materials, clothing, medical supplies, water, and other things. The temple was over flowing with supplies.

Seeing the level of assistance being provided made me feel good. I stood and watched the parade of vehicles and helpers for a few minutes, appreciating the help that was being provided. 

Nang found me as I stood watching the supply effort. She had been busy helping to organize the clothing and personal supplies that had arrived, and helped to ensure that everyone's basic needs were being met. Supplies were constant streaming in and she and her helpers tried to keep track of what came in, what was used and given out, and what remained. 

"Cheung jai, they come help because you called, Paul. No one hungry now. Thank you."

I smiled as Nang hugged me and I hugged her back. "No need to thank me. Just doing what needs to be done." 

We made our way to the temple's kitchen to get something to eat. When we walked into the serving area, we were swarmed by our neighbors and friends expressing their appreciation for the help and the supplies. Nang held my hand as we walked up to the food line. 

"Nang! Paul!" Sim Noy called out as we came into view. Noy was helping to man the food line and was beaming from ear to ear! "You come! Come to kitchen!" she yelled out with a smile a mile wide.




Nang Ch. 02



She grabbed our hands and pulled us into the make shift kitchen tent where we were greeted by a site that we didn't expect to see. Patcharapa Chaichurea, Aum, in shorts and a t-shirt, hair wrapped in a scarf, and an apron around her waist, manning one of the stoves. Busy cooking and chatting with the women who seemed to naturally gravitate to her. Everyone in awe of the famous actress who had put on an apron and pitched in to help. 

Nang and I gave her a hug.

"What you doing here?" Nang asked.

"I hear of bad storm and much damage. Then I remember you say you from Phang-nga. So I come to help."