What a difference a day makes

After coming back to my bungalow with his freshly laundered shirts Aussie put his passport in my safe and basically settled in at my place. We showered, left for dinner at the local market hall (I really wanted to have some Thai food and not a westernized version of it) and later went for drinks on the way back to the bungalow.

But in all honesty we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and just wanted to get back to my place. The moment we stepped across the door we fell on the bed and after another passionate encounter we jumped into the pool again. This time I forewent the bikini right away, no point in playing the blushing bride when I had given everything away already.

It didn’t change the fact though that Aussie was terrible pleased to see me and called me gorgeous the whole time. I am a sucker for compliments and the older I get the more I love them. When I was younger I was always embarrassed when someone paid me a compliment. Now I love them since at any given moment I am my youngest self. I can’t get much better than now.

I had another sleepless night and not only because of Aussie’s wanted attention. I still couldn’t sleep next to someone I didn’t really know and for whom I had extreme cravings. Whenever I touched him my body started to heat up and radiated fire. I tossed and turned in between waking him to stop snoring. Besides the erotic administrations to my body I didn’t sleep well.

We woke up early and Aussie left to drive to his hotel to say goodbye to his mates and get his stuff. In my super happy mood due to lack of sleep and the love vibe I updated my blog and was totally astonished when not even 30 minutes later Aussie was back. He knocked and then entered the bungalow with the words: “I have bad news for you”. I remember thinking why only me? Because right away I knew what he meant.

And excuse me? WTF? Didn’t he tell me yesterday that he was totally into me and rather wanted to stay with me than travel with his friends? I had told him that my girls wouldn’t let that happen because when you book a trip together you stay together and no cares if the ONS was so good that you want second helpings. But Aussie said no worries, his mates are different.

Turns out they were not so different after all and Aussie now really wanted to go to Chiang Mai because he had never been there and it might be his only chance and blah blah blah. I have to tell you, afterwards I was super proud of myself because I told him I understand if I was him I would go to. That Chiang Mai was beautiful and that an elephant ride was amazing. While the whole time I thought to myself wtf, wtf, wtf!! Really, not cool.

Anyway, he also said that he would come to Bangkok a day earlier so that we would see each other again.  I had planned my trip so that I was leaving Koh Samui with a spare day in Bangkok since I had an early flight back home. When he talked about Bangkok I almost got pissed because that just sounded like plain lies and who wants to hear that when you are just unceremoniously dumped.

He left with his freshly laundered clothes still packed and his passport and off he was. and what did I do? I moped around the whole morning, went for breakfast to get coffee because when I am “love-sick” I can’t eat anything and told myself to get a grip! It was not possible to travel for three months alone in SE Asia and then to fall for one douche and ruin my last week of vacation over it. It had been the oldest trick in the book to tell nice little nothings and get the girl to believe. And after such a long and dry sexual spell his words fell on fertile ground and I was caught hook, line and sinker.

And I wanted to be caught. Because wasn’t that what I was looking for in the first place? Let’s be honest here, who goes on Tinder to find friends? Maybe you accept them as friends when the attraction isn’t there. But in the first place you look for someone special. And there is no need to define special, you never know what you get and what will happen. What I know is that it is rare at my age to meet someone and to have instant attraction, that’s something that almost never happens anymore. It does but they are few and with long breaks in between.

So after wasting the whole morning I gave myself a stern talking that this was it with the moping. I have had it with this instant dependency on some random guy to make me feel better about myself. I am good looking and my age be damned I can still have my fun. So I sent him a text around noon, telling him “Enjoy the North, you’ll love it! xoxo”. And with that I left my phone in the room and went to the beach.

Surprise, surprise

I spent my morning sleeping, breakfasting and then finally going to the beach when I got a text from Aussie guy asking me if I still wanted to go jet-skiing with him today. Really, he texted? After a ONS? Who would have thought that.

I mean I had put him down as a really nice guy, but still I was surprised in a good way. On the other hand maybe he just wanted some more of the good stuff. After all we were both on vacation. Mine was more like a trip of a life time with three months ending here on this island but he was really just on vacation fleeing winter in Australia.

Around 3:30pm or so he picked me up from my end of the beach to then walk all the way back to a jet-ski rental. I noticed that our ‘hello’ seemed natural enough, he might have been nervous but I definitely wasn’t. I expected nothing and had therefore nothing to lose.

He rented a jet-ski and I sat down in front of him. Being held by him (or at least to have the chance to lean into him) while on this thing of hell felt great. He was very much into it and told me the whole time that the jet-ski he had at home was more powerful and could do better stuff. Who really cares about that? I don’t even like to drive a car. But I loved that I was sitting in front with his arms around me and him always checking that the ride was good for me. This guy just got better and better.

After we gave back the jet-ski we decided on visiting another beach which he had checked out the day before with his mates. With his motorbike we drove first back to the rental place to get a another helmet for him. I never met a person before who was so concerned for safety and also lived it. So far on my whole trip in SE Asia I wasn’t wearing a helmet once. But he insisted. I of course took that as a sign that he cared.

When we finally arrived at the beach it was already late afternoon. We walked together into the water and then we just kept hugging each other. He was the one who kept standing and I was tightly wrapped around his body. Poor Aussie hurt his feet a lot on the sharp stones that were in the water. It was not easy to just stand still.

While in the water we talked again that he was leaving the next day for Chang Mai but that he really wanted to stay with me instead. I told him that my offer was still on the table. Plus we both told each other that we were very much into each other! We eventually made it out of the water (there was a certain waiting period involved until Monsieur could walk out) and drove back to my place.

Suddenly though we had a flat tire and no repair place nearby. I wanted to walk to town while he found help but he insisted on my staying at a restaurant close by, drinking something and relaxing while took care of it. He even gave me money because I had nothing on me.

By then I felt something shifting inside me. This guy was so young (11 years my junior) but so nice (and again I mean that in the best possible way) and I noticed that I fell for him. How is that possible after one day? Was I really so love-starved that I needed attention so much?

When he finally picked me up again he drove first to his cleaner to get his laundry which he already wanted to leave at my place  So it was decided. He would cancel the trip with his mates and stay with me for the rest of his vacation.

Good morning

Good morning, good morning, I could have hugged the whole world after this glorious night! What more did I want after three months of traveling alone to meet a really great guy and have the perfect night with him? There was no need for anything else, I had gotten more than I expected (way more in all ways!) and was super pleased with myself.

When Aussie left my bed after one more adulation of my body he asked me if I wanted to go jet-skiing in the afternoon. Sure, I was all for it, knowing I would never hear from him again. Because isn’t Tinder just an instrument to hook up and have sex? That’s what I have heard at least.  Because I had never done it with anyone else from tinder, most guys I had met were douches and the ones who weren’t just didn’t tickle my fancy. So I said sure, let’s do that. We even exchanged numbers to get off from Tinder and talk via What’s App and then Aussie left.

It was glorious to have my bed all to myself and to finally get some sleep. I felt used in the perfect way and my body hurt just in the right places. What an awesome feeling especially since I hadn’t done it in ages. Now I knew again what all the hype was about and I couldn’t believe myself that I had passed on these tinglings for ages. Not again I promised myself. I would get right back to it once I was home.

Meanwhile here in Thailand I would just relax and take whatever comes my way. For the moment that meant just my bed, catching up on sleep and then later going for breakfast. That is what vacation is all about.

The night is not for sleeping

Of course there was not a chance that I could sleep during this night. First of all I can never sleep next to someone I don’t know, especially if this someone is a guy and holding me in his arms. The heat alone keeps me awake. And then of course Aussie had only started with his administrations to my body.

Since we had used all protection I really thought this was it for the night. But young guys are young for a reason and they have a lot more stamina than older ones (yeah, way to go). So what felt like an hour but was probably just a couple of minutes later he was already in the mood again. However now we faced the problem that there was nothing available anymore and it was in the middle of the night. But guess what?

He told me he would check something and get back asap. I thought this was going to be it and tried to get some sleep while he was gone. Surely nothing on this island would be open and anyway I was all the way at the end of the beach. But not even ten minutes later Aussie was back in the room. He had given the night security a big tip and the guy gave him a lift to the next 7-eleven store where he bought everything from condoms to lube.

First I was insulted that he had bought some lube but when he explained that he didn’t want to hurt me I found it charming. And anyway I really needed it because I would not have made it through the night without the added layer of lubrication. I still don’t know if this is an age issue or not. Or maybe it’s just me?

As it turned out Aussie was quite provident. We need it his purchase again in the morning. By then I was sure I would never walk again and was more than grateful for the lube.  What a hunk!

Let’s go to sleep

We rushed from the pool to the bungalow and landed immediately on the bed after a perfunctorily towel using. The AC had been on full blast before so that when we checked the room first we had to increase the heat and wait out the warming of the room in the pool. As much as we had the hots for each other we both didn’t want to freeze to death while doing it.

So when we could finally use the room we towel dried each other only superficially and moved right away to the bed. Oh heaven, it was perfect. There had been nobody since Special K and this had already been a while ago. And although I was afraid that it wouldn’t be good the first time, there was no reason for it. I might have been a bit unprepared in all possible ways and we were both in such a hurry to do the deed to not make time for me to be fully in slick mode.

Still, it was perfect the first time around and I was more than happy to use one of my two condoms that I had brought with me on this trip! Afterwards we were so sweaty that we took another dip in the pool (gross, I know) and when we came back to the bungalow we took more time to enjoy each other. By then it was obvious for both of us that even though I was totally hot for Aussie, my body was not showing the right signs.

Is that an age thing? If you haven’t done it in a long time, can you really dry up? Is it therefore necessary to always do it and if nobody is at hands then do it myself?

Questions over questions but while the second time was as good as the first I felt a bit raw already and not just because my body was not reacting the way it’s supposed to but also because Aussie was a hunk. Something I never ever thought I would complain about but in this situation a little bit smaller would have gone a long way.

At least after the second time all condoms were used and I knew this was it for the night. I tried to fall asleep which was as always impossible with someone new next to me and anyway Aussie had different plans. But until then he held me tightly in his arms so that nobody could steal me away. Really the best way to fall asleep if you can.

In the pool

With just a few kissing stops along the beach Aussie and I made it back to my bungalow. Walking next to the sea and holding hands felt so real and good, I didn’t need anything else. I was already more than happy with this evening.

Once we arrived at my place we decided to hop into the pool which lay calm and empty in front of us. We knew we had to be really quiet not to attract any attention but this just added to the excitement of the moment. Aussie removed everything except for his swim trunks (actually why he was wearing them on a date is beyond me) and I changed into my bikini. I was definitely not so far gone to jump into the pool without any clothes.

The moment I joined Aussie in the pool he wrapped himself around me and held me close like he would never ever want to let me go. All the while he was kissing and caressing me while telling me how gorgeous I looked. What more does a girl want than hearing lots of beautiful words and feeling desired beyond limits?

Maybe a lot more touching and kissing and this is exactly what I got. Aussie knew exactly how to stroke my fire so that not such a long while later we were both without clothes in the pool. But still we stayed in the pool and just touched and hugged and it felt amazing beyond words.

This is not what I usually do when I go on a Tinder date. First of all most guys are just not how they present themselves online anyway and even if I don’t take them home with me on the first evening. But maybe meeting someone the same day after getting in touch with him, exchanging only a couple of texts so that expectations cannot be built too high and traveling for three months without meeting someone remotely interesting, can do that to a person.

What can I tell you, we eventually left tell pool and retired to the bungalow.

On the beach

After our beautiful first kiss we slowly made our way to the main road stopping in between to start kissing for real. Yeah, way to go. Aussie really knew how to do that. Walking along the main street we noticed that it was definitely not the right place for us. So back to the beach for us again.

We found a real nice spot with oversized pillows on the beach about 500 meters from our dinner place. There we squeezed together on one pillow and started exchanging bodily fluids in earnest.

Wow, what can I say. Reclining together on this pillow and getting hugged, touched and kiss by this bear of a man just felt amazing. I loved it when he said that he was nervous around me. Always good to keep a man on his toes.

Sometime in between he told me that he was leaving the day after tomorrow for Chang Mai. He and his friends had booked the whole trip ahead in Australia and flight and hotel had been paid for. But in the heat of the moment he said he would love to spend more time with me and I offered him to stay at my bungalow. In the throes of passion all kind of stuff can be promised.

More kissing and touching ensued and after two G&T we had decided on a course of action. He would come home with me since it was only at the end of this beach and I had the nicer place. Unbelievable that I was able to drink so much and not feel drunk. At least not from alcohol only from love. Okay, it might have been only passion but whatever it was, it made me take home Aussie.

Fly me to the moon

Dinner with Aussie didn’t make me sleepy. On the contrary, I was wide awake. Sparks were flying and tension was in the air. When we moved away from the restaurant on our search for a bar we met one of the many floating lantern sellers. And guess what? Aussie was a sucker for romantic gestures and bought a lantern. Just don’t forget that nothing has happened yet.

He paid for the lantern and held it for me to light it with his lighter. Yes, Aussie was a smoker. So very wicked in this day and age. Especially since I had quit years ago. But Aussie was by his own word a holiday smoker. Whatever that means. But so far he had only smoked one cigarette, so maybe he really had his habit under control.

Anyway, I lit the lantern and together we let it go, letting it float away into the dark night. We were watching it getting smaller and smaller and suddenly he pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. That was unexpected. He had appeared so nervous all through dinner, sweating hard and using his napkin every five minutes to pat his forehead dry. Who would have guessed that he had it in him to make a move?

And I loved it! I loved it that he didn’t stick his tongue down my throat right away but gave me a cool, dry kiss on my lips. Then he took my hand and didn’t let it go for the rest of the evening.

Let’s go for dinner 

Aussie ordered a large beer for himself and a small one for me. Then he put the glass to his mouth and only set it down once three-quarters of its content had vanished. Great either he tried to catch up or I don’t know what.

Once the glass was back on the table we started talking and after about 10 minutes I got the impression that it was not going so well. My ‘Queen of small talk’ quality had left the premise once it noticed that Aussie was not the talker. Great, so here I was sitting with a guy who appeared to be nice (and I mean that in the best possible way; nice is totally underrated!) but was a man of few words. The fewer the better apparently.

So imagine my astonishment when he asked me if I wanted to go for dinner. I already knew that I would never make it to the second date. After two beers I definitely needed something to eat first. And even though he was not the best conversationalist, a free dinner was a free dinner.

We left the pub and moved in the direction of the beach. I noticed that I really had too much to drink since I wobbled a bit. But Aussie was not fazed and provided a stable support for me by holding my arm. Nothing sexual in there, I assure you.

We reached the beach and he chose a really good-looking place to have dinner. When he asked me if I was hungry, ate everything and if he could order for us, I was more than happy to say yes to all three. Saying “YES” a lot more was something I had leaned on my trip. It really opened new doors for me and lead to some incredible experiences!

Starving by then I loved it that Aussie ordered the seafood platter for two which started with oysters (why ever we would need aphrodisiac I really didn’t get). Also loved it that he didn’t appear to be cheap. He had paid for the beers already and since he had ordered the food I assumed (correctly) that he would pay for dinner.

Over dinner he started to talk a bit and my first impression was confirmed, Aussie was a good guy. There is something inherently sexy about a really nice guy. Maybe it’s because I am already older and had my share of bad boys. I loved that he came across like a real guy.

So dinner was interesting and with two shared pitchers of beers his tongue got looser and I felt he might not be uninterested after all.  Mine got looser too and I asked him about the first 15 minutes and my impression of him. He told me that he was inherently shy and that he felt nervous with me. What better compliment for someone like me to make a younger guy nervous. He really knew what to tell me.

After he paid for dinner we went in search of a bar. It started to become really interesting. There was definitely a bit of tension in the air.

First impressions

I arrived at an English pub and it was good enough for me. why search for an Irish one when I had already walked for more than 30 minutes or so…. When I saw “The Scribbler” (it was probably called something different) I decided to stop there for  a beer and send a text in the hope that my date still gets it. That’s always the problem on vacation that you have to rely on wifi for what’s app. Since I only stayed for a week in Thailand there was no need to buy a Sim card.

Anyway, I sat down and ordered a large beer. I was hot and sweaty and then sent a text on Tinder using the chance while being logged on to peruse his pictures again. Certainly not impressive but I just wanted to have a fun evening and had no ulterior motive. He was fun and quick to answer while messaging and since I am the “Queen of small talk” I thought it would go well. And if not then I still had a second date lined up.

He wrote back that he was running late, they had just arrived back at the hotel. He told me in the beginning that he was traveling with two friends and that they had rented motorbikes. No worries here, I had a book with me and didn’t mind the wait. I was on vacation after all and had already 3 months of these under my belt. So who cares if I had to wait for a bit while drinking a cold beer and reading a good book?

When he, let’s call him Aussie, came in I recognized him right away. Probably because he had told me that he  was wearing a purple shirt. He looked bigger than on his pictures. But in a good way, more trained. But not something I really go for usually. He carried a small man purse as well, something I would usually not tolerate. Actually usually I would run and scream at the same time and just flee the scene. But in this case it was different, he had a sincere smile. I got up and we said hello the European way. Don’t blame me, I am from Europe plus I felt the alcohol. I didn’t have any lunch and had almost finished my large beer.

Also, and this I probably liked best, he didn’t look his age. That might sound mean now but my biggest fear was that he would look way younger than me. He was 11 years my junior. I really cannot imagine anything worse than being seen in public with a guy and I look like his mother. But three months of traveling were doing wonders to my skin and my overall complexion. I looked young and vibrant and next to him possible even a bit younger than him. But only because Aussie looked about my age. Yes, too much sun is really bad for you! Always, always use sunscreen!