Thailand Lesbian Romance

Divorced at thirty, I was the logical choice to be sent overseas for two years. In a week, I would be leaving for Thailand after our company acquired a factory there.

Jim Darvish, our deputy accounting manager, had been involved in the evaluation and merger. After a year in Thailand, he was returning to the States, and I would be replacing him to audit operations and manage local and international compliance issues.

"Hey, Jim! Are you excited to come back to the States?" I asked during a video call. "Well, I love this place, besides the spicy food. I love the tropical weather... the culture. And the men!" Jim is gay, and we all speculated about what he did in Thailand.

"So I've been streaming some Thai shows online, but it looks like most characters are gay, men and women. Is that common there?"

"Thailand is a schizophrenic place. Phuket is very queer-friendly. And the private school system for wealthy kids is a big incubator for gay sex. Half of young, rich kids in Bangkok are gay or bisexual."

"Is that a verifiable statistic? Or made-up?" I asked. Jim just laughed.

"Listen, Abigail. I will stay on for a few days to introduce. Then next Friday, I am outta here!"

And I binge-watched several GL series, some of which were wonderful. Apparently, when interpersonal chemistry is right, the actresses are matched as couples for several movies. The kissing scenes are all great. There is profound intimacy between these women, even if many actually say they are heterosexual. There aren't real nude scenes, but they are still quite suggestive. But I was watching for educational purposes only.

I watched a few minutes of a BL series, but it couldn't keep my interest.

***

After I landed at Bangkok, I took a bath and slept 14 hours.

Jim introduced me to the law firm from which our company rented office space. I had been afraid I would have to work out of the factory, so I was relieved to find myself in a luxurious office instead. It would be just me and my secretary, Ploy, a young, gorgeous Thai woman fluent in Chinese, English, and Thai. She was very pretty and dressed elegantly.

I also met our attorney, Gawan Chung, a brilliant, flamboyant woman who hired only men as secretaries, junior partners, and paralegals. She is a renowned lesbian and who wants to avoid office drama. She prefers gay men and even has one trans employee.

Her only female employee was Malai Rattaporn (I'm not kidding!), the office manager. Apparently, "porn" in a Thai name means "blessed." Malai was remarkably efficient, like a walking encyclopedia.

"Good morning, Abigail," she said in her British accent. "I'm just upstairs, but I have some documents for you. I'll always send you AI-generated translations of PDFs and other digitized documents."

She wore low heels, a white shirt, and a modest navy-blue suit. She had no makeup and a pixie haircut. Her appearance was almost androgynous. Malai never wore makeup, but her smooth skin and large, exotic eyes were lovely just as they were. I couldn't tell what her figure looked like beneath that conservative suit. Today, she smelled faintly of coconut.

"Wow, Malai, you're incredible! So efficient!" I said. "Are there any documents I need to sign or send back to headquarters?"

We covered a month's worth of business in less than two hours. She had to return to her upstairs office before meeting me for lunch at noon. I found out she graduated from law school.

We ended up having lunch together almost every week. Malai rarely shared personal details about herself, preferring instead to recommend nice places to visit and interesting events to attend. She helped me buy household necessities and groceries and find a good hair salon. I thanked her profusely, but she always brushed off my gratitude.

I eventually told her about my family and my divorce. I also admitted that I came to Thailand partly out of loneliness and partly because I was ready for new adventures.

Malai listened before answering, "Thailand can be a scary place, with plenty of scams and petty crime--and far too many insects! But it's the most beautiful country in the world, and it's becoming increasingly modern and sophisticated."

One Friday afternoon, Gawan came downstairs to discuss a pending case with me, but she spent more time flirting with Ploy than discussing business. Before long, Gawan announced, "I'm taking her captive for happy hour. Let's go, honey!"

Apparently, the two of them spent the entire weekend together in bed.

Meanwhile, I went on a date with a Danish man who was rich and handsome but seemed to know far too much about the local prostitution scene. That was the end of him as far as I was concerned, and the experience brought my attention back to Malai.

I told Malai about the date and explained that I no longer wanted to date random people. If I were going to pursue a relationship, I wanted it to be with someone I'd gotten to know through a long friendship first. After I told her that, she smiled more around me, although I wasn't implying anything between us.

I was watching more streaming GL series, some of which were excellent. "Poisonous Love' and 'Heart Code' were both incredible. It became easy to root for the lesbian girl to seduce the straight one, and then have a big kissing scene. And you root against homophobic fathers and abusive boyfriends. Men never get a break!

In some cases, they are as good as Hollywood romcoms with traditional couples. The plot lines are better and the passion... whew! Well, it's got me hooked!

The next month, my secretary Ploy insisted I go out with her and Gawan. I was nervous that they'd take me to a lesbian club, and it was true. It was an elegant club with very feminine women, well-dressed, so I felt awkward, but they insisted I dance, which generated some women's interest in me. There were about a dozen lesbian couples, mostly behaving themselves, but when a slow dance came on, it caused lots of kissing.

Gawan told me about growing up gay. Her parents didn't like it, but she quickly showed her determination. Now that she became a lawyer, they want her to have a big same-sex wedding. Could she be settling down?

I glanced at the entrance and briefly saw Malai, dressed beautifully in a soft, feminine gown, makeup, and ostentatious jewelry. She looked shocked as she saw me, with eyes as big as saucers. That was the first strong emotion I saw from her. Perhaps she was as embarrassed as I was. Maybe she was worried about her reputation, or offending me. I ran out onto the street to catch up to her, but she was gone.

It suddenly occurred to me that she resembled a famous GL character, Freen, except with short hair. I missed her and thought about her now, and how stressed she may be. I planned to put her at ease when I saw her again.

At work the following week, Malai acted as if nothing had happened. Our Monday meeting was brief, and she seemed humiliated. She quickly excused herself and said to catch up on everything on Tuesday.

She seemed to be her usual self on Tuesday, but I could tell she was nervous. We worked on end-of-quarter documents and taxes. She told me to pay a holiday bonus, but to delay salary increases for the staff. We'd be taking care of the workers, but not boxing ourselves in. She said she'd help me the following week to do budget requests and sales previews.

"Malai, I will treat you to lunch. It's important for us to talk. Let's go right now."

At the restaurant, she said, "I didn't know my sister brought you to the club. It surprised me."

"Sister? Who's your sister? Gawan?" I answered. "I never suspected. She's half Chinese, right?"

"Yes, we have different fathers. I wasn't ready to share that, but now I have. Furthermore, it was undignified for you to see me in that place... the women's club," Praing said. "You are our client, so I don't want to disgrace myself in front of you."

"Don't worry, Malai," I assured her, "I'm not easily shocked, or prude about such things. Gawan is very much out. Either way, you are my only true friend, my best friend here in Thailand. You can be yourself with me."

She got teary-eyed and reached out to hold my hand. "I don't know why I'm so emotional right now, but I am very thankful for you." She told me about her parents, her sister, and growing up in private school in Bangkok, then several years studying in England.

I assumed that was where she began her attraction to females. She still didn't outright declare anything to me... yet, but it was the elephant in the room.

I was wrestling with my friendship and affection for her, too. I deeply cared for Malai, but couldn't untangle all the flavors of friendship and love. I was beginning to be attracted to her.

Later that week, Malai emailed me an invitation to her house on Saturday for her birthday swimming pool party. I said I'd go, but I was instantly self-conscious about bathing suits and shaving, so, of course, I went shopping. And I'd have to shave down there. The thought of a pool crowded with slender, sexy people made me horny.

Arriving at her house, a uniformed maid opened the door, and I entered the marvelous foyer. She ushered me to the backyard pool, and I saw Gawan and a dozen beautiful young women wearing revealing bikinis. There were also several guys from her office, with their partners, girlfriends, boyfriends, and wives.

One guy's wife was a tall, beautiful French woman. "We have two lovely daughters, who may become models or actresses. Maybe they should become GL actresses. I am making sure they can speak French and English."

As I walked on the path to the pool, Malai came behind me from the house. "Hello, Abigail. I see you've met Veronique. She is Adisorn's wife." And we instinctively hugged. She was wearing a sarong/pareo and sunglasses. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Well, not yet. But I brought you a gift." It was a lovely pair of pearl earrings that cost $13,000 baht, so I insisted she open it then and put it somewhere secure.

We sat by the pool while she announced who was who. Ploy arrived with some women I had seen at the lesbian club. I could smell shrimp and veggies grilling.

Malai suggested that we swim before lunch. I watched Malai as she took off her wrap to display her bikini body that was underneath. Her muscular legs and meaty butt caught my attention. Like most Thai women, Milai has small breasts, but her torso was athletic, and it all looked good on her. Something about her wet, pale, amber skin was so appealing. I think I was falling for her, lowering the objections to getting closer to her.

I took off my sarong, suddenly feeling sheepish, my chubby tummy and big breasts spilling out of my conservative one-piece bathing suit. I was the only woman without a sexy bikini. Nearly every guy had 6-pack abs. But I just dove in.

Most others started swimming and splashing about, making it feel quite festive. Then lunch was ready and saved the day. "Lovely food," I told Gawan. "And your house and grounds are beautiful."

Milai whispered, "Gawan owns the house, but I own the office building." That was quite a revelation.

"Well, we will do the cake now," she announced. Then everyone sang Happy Birthday with Thai lyrics before Malai blew out the candles. Malai opened all the remaining gifts, many of which had a lesbian orientation... funny T-shirts, a feminist book, etc.

I expected some of the gay men or women to be kissing, or going topless, but modesty won the day. It could have been entertaining. But there were too many work colleagues and straight spouses to go crazy.

Milai excused herself. She walked towards the house, then inside, then upstairs as I followed. I came upon a half-open bedroom door, and looked inside. It was Milai, unhooking her bikini top.

And there she was, bare-breasted, with thick brown nipples, contrasting her light tan skin. I stood there not breathing, and she gasped as she met my eyes. Once again, her eyes were as big as saucers, but this time she didn't run. As I stepped inside, she stammered, "I was going to shower," as she cupped her breasts.

"I'd like to shower too," I said, as we stood staring at each other silently. Then I pulled down one of the shoulder straps of my bathing suit and smiled.

Milai uncupped her breasts, then asked me, "And lock the door, please." She extended her hand to beckon me. We undressed each other and french kissed.

"Have you ever been with a woman, Abigail?"

"No, but I'm really attracted to you, Milai. I like you a lot!" I said.

"Me too. I wanted to make a move, but 've been resisting for several weeks."

We held hands, entering the luxurious bathroom, which had marvelous lighting and stone and ceramic tiles. Her fancy shower had double massage heads, and she turned both on. On a hot day in Thailand, you would almost always want a cold shower, considering the heat and humidity. And so we kissed more than washed, but we soaped each other's tits and nipples. I ran my sudsy hand over her meaty ass and into the cleft.

We climbed out and got towels, but tore the cover off her bed while we were still wet. She had me lie back, and after a brief tit-sucking, she went down on me. Apparently, she had done this before. She licked, nibbled, and sucked my pussy a dozen different ways, and I almost came several times. I think the term is 'edging'. Whatever you call it, it made me so hot and horny. But my clitoris was overly sensitive, so I got up and switched so that we were in a 69 position with me on top.

Surprised by her smooth brownish purple pussy lips, I dove in, mimicking what she had done to me, but upside down. I licked the length a few times, then softly sucked each lip of her pussy. I went deeper with my tongue until she started to moan. Then I concentrated on clit, licking quickly but softly. My tongue wandered to each side, left, then right, until she was gasping. My tongue muscles were failing now, and I felt weak as my own orgasm approached. We were both sweating profusely, and our faces were slimy with pre-cum, but enthusiasm encouraged me to get her to cum.

She rolled me off her, but then poked two fingers into my slick vagina. I emulated her and did the same. I came first, joyously tingling, but when she sensed me convulsing, Milai pushed my face into her vagina to suck on her clitoris. Just a minute later, she was moaning deliriously. Then we both laughed heartily, which seemed to me quite an achievement in intimacy, considering her shyness.

Lying in bed, I asked her,"What about your family? Is it just you and Gawan?"

She was quiet for a moment, then answered, "Gawan's father died when she was young. My brother Kiet and I are from the second father. Kiet is also queer!" And Milai laughed. "Gawan was defiant, but she paved the way for all of us to be gay... and happy... Despite making us go on arranged dates with guys. But we tried to make an effort to cooperate somewhat!"

"Milai, will your parents ever accept me as a westerner?"

"All their children are gay. Being a westerner is the least of their worries!"

As the sun set, we decided to skip dinner and any more interaction with the guests. We had a bubble bath, then fucked again until we slept.

The next morning, we came downstairs to get coffee and breakfast, and Gawan and Ploy were in the kitchenette.

"Oh, you stayed the night!. How wonderful!" said Ploy.

Milai said, "Definitely! We had a wonderful night! I haven't asked her to be my girlfriend yet. But, Abigial... will you?"

I shook my head 'yes', then hugged her, smiling happily.

Then Gawan said, "Attention, everyone. We also have some big news! Ploy and I are getting married! I proposed to her last night after the party!"

Milai was overcome with tears. "I am so happy for you both! Finally, Gawan, you are settling down!"

Gawan smirked, then answered, "Yes, because I'm in love and will be loyal. We are having Kiet deposit in the sperm bank for Ploy to have his baby. Keep it all in the family."