We had originally planned to meet Giles Yellow Bar, Chiang Mai’s main hotspots for foreign visitors. The place was usually stuffed with young backpackers, unlicensed English teachers on an extended vacation, plus other such white trash. It was the only decent place a visitor could go to get drink and actually dance to modern music without being outnumbered by Thai students in their puberty. The only trouble with the place is the bar was open air and with the monsoon coming, the last two days had seen heavy thunderstorms. Therefore Giles had decided to take her to a classy hotel instead and leave the dancing to later in private. In spite of the upmarket hotel venue, Bambi had obstinately decided to dress like a bar girl slut to shock, and never mind the reaction she caused.
My lovely wife was both excited and apprehensive about the whole thing. We both could imagine what was going to happen there, but the looks we exchanged left no doubt in my mind that she was planning to have a wild time with her date.
“Let’s go now, I want to see Giles,” she said, impatiently.
I locked up the house and switched on the outside lights. Climbing onto the saddle of my Honda PCX 150 and turning the ignition key, I started the bike. The engine made a reassuring and familiar sound. I nodded to my wife, giving her the signal to climb up and join me. Instead of slipping on side saddle as she usually does when she is in a dress or short skirt, Bambi climbed astride, her naked pussy flush with the vinyl. The short dress rode up her leg, leaving no doubt about her feminine nakedness beneath. I glanced back at her, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. She smiled at me provocatively, her face was flushed with arousal. What an interesting and exciting evening I thought, my heart beating quickly in my chest.
The ride to the Shangri-La hotel went quickly as I weaved through the traffic with the dexterity of a native, carrying this hot and sexy creature sitting revealingly naked on the saddle behind me. No one really noticed us as we flashed by, except maybe one driver ogling her when we paused at the lights. Simply knowing that she was there behind me, her naked pussy pressing up against my back as we sped off, hurtling towards her new soon to be lover and the inevitable fucking that awaited her, had my heart racing with excitement.
We reached the old city, and I quickly parked the bike in one of the side streets near the hotel. The hotel was the sort of place most Thai people can only dream of. A decedent palace adorned with rare marble and consecrated to only the wealthiest of foreign visitors. The bar was half-full and a piano was playing at the far end. Some Thai singer was bleating out a tune in broken English. As much as Thai ladies are beautiful, they cannot sing to save their life.
Giles had arrived early and was already seated at the bar. Bambi noticed him sitting alone at one of the tables to the far left. He noticed her and his eyes went wide with appreciation. He smiled. Her face lit up and she smiled and waved back. I could see Giles detailing her sexy body in the tight short dress as we approached the table. Even though, he tried to keep the greeting casual and friendly, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek the French way, but I could read the half disguised lust in his eyes. Bambi too seemed electrified by his presence; her eyes had intense provocative and wanting look she gave her lovers in the knowledge that she would be taking their cock into her pussy. Her lips were curled and hungry with the guilty tension of desire and her cheeks were flushed red. He indicated for her to sit next to him while I took a seat opposite.