Samui Chapters

Pick up from end of Chapter 20, Carla and the Flood:

Carla: "Duke can you come and help me before the roads wash out?"

Chapter 21

Duke: "Can't Carla, I'm in Thailand. Had to get away. Tommy and I are over here for I don't know how long. I had to get away and take a look at my life. Sorry Carla, I've got to go. I'll call you later."

Carla hangs up in total disbelief. Another dream shattered. How could her hero desert her like this. She hears a car honking furiously at the front of her house. It is one of her clients Martin Hazard from the horse barn down the road. She and Lizzy are saved. They get the horse trailer hooked up to her truck, Lizzy in the trailer and they get out of there.

Carla : "Martin i think you saved my life. I would never have gotten Lizzy in the trailer and out of here in time. " she laid her head on his shoulder for a second and gave his bicep a squeeze.

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Duke returns his cell phone to his pocket. "They are having a flood in Austin. Wow. Carla is stuck out at her place. I sure hope she makes it."

Tommy: "Yeah. I saw the news on the plane that a hurricane was headed straight for Austin. Your hotel is coming up. Have a great time buddy. I know you will. Samui is one of the best places on earth. I can't wait to hit the beach in about thirty minutes. Call ya later."

"Thanks Tommy. I think you saved me. The women around me were ruining my life. Thank god you got me to Samui. Should be just what the doctor ordered."

American Men in Thailand

Tommy arrives on Samui Island, Thailand and has first sex
719 words (ADULT CONTENT)

“So where are all the women?” Tommy started walking the beach in front of his hotel the minute he dropped his bags off in his room.

It was great to be on a tropical beach again. The tide was out. The harbor shallow. Several fishermen were walking out to their long boats with their nets to prepare for the night's trolling. The tropical sun, sea breeze and lap of the waves dissolved any cares that might have been on Tommy's American nine to five mind. After an hour's walk up the bay Tommy stopped at one of the many beach bars for an expresso to ward off any chance of his body wanting a nap. He had counted 23 good looking women on the beach. Some topless. He planned on a big night at the bars. There would be plenty of time to sleep later.

Back at his hotel Tommy picked up an envelope his friend Bill had left for him. Inside was a loaner cellphone and several joints. A note had Bill's cell number and said, “My girl friend Mai rolls the best tobacco and cannabis joints in Lamai. If I don't hear from you in a couple of days, I'll call to be sure you are alive. Have a great first night on the island. If you can't drive yourself home you can pay the motorcycle taxi boys 400 baht (a dollar) to do that for you. It is very safe here. The Thais are all Buddhist. Nobody will bother your bike or mess with you.”

Tommy took a shower, smoked half a joint and went to the street to find the motorbike he had rented from the hotel desk. He decided on a wimpy automatic until he got used to driving the left side of the road. “Then I'll get a real motorcycle.” He and Honda # 7 negotiated their way towards downtown Lamai around 6 oclock.

“Downtown Lamai” was a collection of tourist bars, restaurants and massage joints on a loop off the highway that ran around the whole island. Tommy drove the whole thing in about twenty minutes and turned his bike around for some more. Some Thai girls were out on the drag already. They did notice Tommy's presence. They looked all too appealing in their white short shorts. What beautifully tight, petite bodies they had. They waved and smiled as he passed. He waved back, but did not stop.

“Look at them lookin' at me.”

Tommy's smile was bigger than it had been in a long time. It made him feel like the new rooster on the walk. There was promise of a really good time here. His friend Bill had been right. The young Thai women preferred older men. He felt totally liberated from the sexual blackmail that American women usually put him and the rest of his friends through. He did the drag a couple more times and then parked his bike on the street near a restaurant that had a lot of street side tables.

Yet another attractive Thai woman seated him at his table where he could take in the street show. As Tommy sipped his drinks and ate his New Zealand steak the streets filled with attractive Europeans who were looking for dinner and the night's bed partner. They all dressed well and obviously took care of their bodies. They looked happy too. As darkness fell, the pubic hair of the island started to rise until Tommy was in a thick jungle of sexual energy. The families vanished from the street. The sexual energy of the night took over. The music became tribal.

By midnight Tommy had played pool and danced and drank with several very attractive Thai women. They were everywhere. But there had been only one special one for Tommy. He kept returning to an outside bar that had several girls working the stripper poles out in the open. He took a seat in front of The One.

“It will be a miracle if she even looks at me.” Tommy thought.

“What's your name? You are so beautiful.”

Tommy could not help calling out to her as she squatted to the floor in her high heels, her sexy dancing in perfect sync to the Amercian pop music.

“Nan”, she shot back gingerly. And without skipping a beat, “ I like you, American man. You want me for short time or long?”

Tommy Kucera was born again.
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several months later:

Tommy slammed his fingers across the guitar strings for the last chord of his show. His audience continued their whistling, screaming and clapping until he did an encore.

After a few months of living happily with Nan, Tommy started humming little tunes. Little tunes when he brushed his teeth. Little tunes at the market. Little tunes when he chopped green coconuts open to drink fresh coconut water. He biked his Harley to the Telco supermarket and bought a digital recorder. He sang his tunes in it as they came to him. After a few weeks he loaded them all into his computer and mixed and played them over and over until the lyrics started coming to him.

When he had enough songs for a set, he started testing them out at the Lamai bars where the Australians hung out and then the Brits and Germans. He put up a video he did up at big stages in Chewang on YouTube and called his old recording company. They liked what they saw and set up a recording session in Bangkok. One thing led to another until Tommy found himself on tour again, making good money and very happy with Nan. Tommy Kucera had gotten his groove back.



Duke arrives Samui and has first sex 863 words (ADULT CONTENT)

Duke checked in to his fifth floor suite at the Poppies Resort on Chewang Beach, the most fashionable on Samui. It had everything a Westerner would desire. Exceptionally beautiful furnishings. Magnificent art. The ocean view was stunning. Plenty of balcony space. Even a private massage room with sauna and steam. The air conditioning of a commercial freezer.

“Is there anything else I can assist you with Mr. Landon?” the bellman asked.

“Where would I find a very excellent escort for my first evening here, Niran?”

Duke looked the bellman straight in the eye in very Western fashion. Niran responded in very quiet, respectful Thai fashion.

“Sir, my guests have always been well served by this service. Very beautiful, educated women. But on Samui we have whatever you really desire.”

He produced a business card with a web address on it. Duke gave him way too much of a tip and was on his computer in a few minutes. Yes very beautiful women. He choose “Sunee” and made a reservation. She would meet him in the first floor bar in a few hours. If she were suitable in the flesh, they would either take a tour of the bedroom or of the wild Chewang nightlife just a few steps away from the front door of Poppies.

Sunee was stunning in person. After the first drink he found her English and manners flawless. This was no farm girl from rural Thailand. He asked if she gave massage. “Swedish, Deep Tissue, Thai.” They went up to his private spa room, removed their clothes and Sunee sat on top of Duke while she gave his back long, slow, deep strokes and slowly she rocked his pelvis. When she move her attention to his feet, legs and up his thighs, with the same slow, erotic strokes, Duke found he did not have the reaction he had hoped for with this very appealing woman who only wanted to please him. Limp as ever. He thanked her quietly and suggested they go downstairs to one of the beautiful restaurants and an extravagent dinner.

At ten they left Poppies together and took a taxi to the heart of Chewang's party district. The party, at least, was on full steam. The streets were full of motorcycles. The sidewalks full of every description of person. All the shops were open and doing business. Sunee led him to the bar and party streets. There was a live band playing rock music in an open air mall. The very raucous crowd danced wildly under the stars. They passed a stage with an Elvis impersonator who had drawn a big crowd too. Bar girls were randomly pulling men off the street into their bars. The more reserved the men looked the more they loved it.

Someone caught Duke's eye in one of the bars. He stopped Sunee and turned back to look. A tall blonde woman was singing a slow jazz song in French in the spotlight. Duke was mesmerized. She was tall for a Thai. Long beautiful legs. Muscular in a very attractive way. She must be an athlete of some sort. Very beautiful, high cheek boned face. A fully bossomed chest. He responded to the strength of this woman. He motioned to Sunee that he wanted to sit down. After a drink or two or three he thanked Sunee for the evening and she left. He enjoyed watching this beautiful creature on stage.
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Duke went back to the same bar the next night to watch his singer. He found out her name was Vanida from one of the bar girls. At a break he told Vanida she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and offered her a drink. Vanida took a sip and said, “I like you American man. You want me for long time or short?”

Within an hour Duke had his beautiful singer in his hotel room and he had the full, hard erection that Dr. Lucien had once promised him. Vanida unzipped her beaded gown and turned out the lights. She was against him in bed and moved her face to his crotch. “This is more like it.” Sexual energy flooded every nerve in his body. He was totally excited sexually. He stopped her from bringing him to climax. He wanted to be closer, more intimate, with this most beautiful woman.

He turned on a table lamp and lit up a joint, which they shared between kisses. Duke turned out the lights and maneuvered his body between her legs for the first orgasm in a long time. It was going to be a whopper. The sensual effect of the pot started to hit as Duke placed his hand under Vanida's expensive lingerie. “Oh my god,” Duke said out loud as Vanita gave a shreek.

He had bedded a Lady Boy. All woman on top and all man below. There was no vagina involved here. Duke paused his gut reaction for a moment and made a quick decision. He was half way across the world. No one would know. What would a little experiment harm? He was obviously very attracted to this person.

“Oh, what the hell. Good sex is good sex. Everything is OK." he told Vanida.

Duke kissed her very tenderly and meant it. She was still beautiful, exotic and desireable. When she understood that she was in no danger, Duke opened a new chapter in his life and began a night of sexual honesty to both parties supreme and repeated satisfaction.