My name is May and I am twenty two years old. I grew up in a quiet neighborhood near Chiang Mai where the air always smelled of jasmine and temple incense. In my family nudity was something embarrassing even ugly. My parents never walked around the house without clothes and they taught me early that a modest girl kept everything covered. At school sports the locker rooms and showers had private cabins with solid doors and locks so no one ever saw me fully bare. I always kept a towel wrapped tight or my underwear on until I was alone. With my close friends I could change in the same room or squeeze into a fitting stall together but I never let them see me completely naked. I would slip into the toilet or hold a shirt in front of me until the last second. At the beach I wore a loose t shirt over my swimsuit so the sun would not touch too much skin. I liked feeling safe in my own skin even if that meant staying hidden.

I had never had a boyfriend. Not one kiss not one touch below the waist. My friends were starting to let loose. They posted photos with boys they met at night markets or bars. Some had steady relationships already and they laughed about the things they did after dark. I listened quietly with a small smile but inside my heart raced with curiosity and fear. I wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted. I wanted to feel that rush my body kept whispering about when I lay in bed alone at night.

My best friend Bee noticed. She is loud and fearless with a laugh that fills any room. One evening over mango sticky rice she pushed her phone at me. Download this app she said. It is time you meet someone. I blushed hard but I let her create my profile. We spent an hour in my tiny bedroom trying on clothes. Bee pulled out short tight dresses and crop tops I had never dared wear. We giggled like schoolgirls as I slipped them on and posed in front of the mirror. She took photos of me in a little black dress that hugged my hips and showed the soft curve of my waist. Another shot had me in a silky red top unbuttoned just enough to hint at the swell of my small breasts. I felt silly and excited all at once. Bee kept saying you look hot May and I believed her for a moment. We laughed until our stomachs hurt then she hit post. My profile was live. Thai girl next door ready to explore she wrote in the bio. I felt a flutter low in my belly like the first drop on a roller coaster.

Messages came fast. Most were boring or crude but one stood out. His name was Mehdi. Twenty eight. From the Paris area in France but traveling through Thailand for work. His photos showed a confident smile dark eyes and a muscular build. He wrote nice things at first. He asked about my day and my favorite street food. I answered shyly typing slow replies on my phone. Soon the chat turned flirty. He sent a shirtless picture of himself in a hotel gym. My cheeks burned. Then he asked for one from me. I hesitated but Bee was beside me cheering me on. I took a mirror selfie in the red top unbuttoned a little more. I sent it before I could change my mind. He replied with fire emojis and called me beautiful. That night I touched myself thinking of his eyes on my skin. It felt naughty and thrilling.

We agreed to meet the next evening at a small bar near the night bazaar. I wore the black dress from the photo session with a light cardigan over it because I still felt modest. My heart pounded the whole taxi ride. When I saw Mehdi waiting outside he looked even taller and more sure of himself than in the pictures. He greeted me with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. His cologne was strong and spicy. We sat at a quiet table with cold drinks. He talked about Paris and how Thai women were so naturally sexy and open. I smiled politely but inside I wondered what he meant. I told him I had never done anything like this before. He laughed softly and said that made it even hotter.

After two drinks his hand rested on my thigh under the table. The touch sent sparks up my leg. He leaned in and whispered that his hotel was close. My mind screamed to slow down but my body leaned closer. I said yes in a small voice. In the taxi he kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I tasted the whiskey on him. It was nothing like the soft romantic kisses I had imagined. It was hungry and demanding. I kissed back because it felt good even if it scared me a little.

Inside his hotel room the lights were low. Mehdi closed the door and pulled me against him. He kissed me again deeper this time while his hands roamed down my back and cupped my bottom through the dress. I trembled. He stepped back and told me to undress for him. I hesitated my cheeks flaming. In my head I could hear my mother saying good girls stay covered. But the heat between my legs won. I slipped the cardigan off then the dress. I stood there in my simple black bra and panties feeling exposed and small. He whistled low and said damn you look like a porn star already. The words shocked me but they also made me wetter.

He took out his phone and asked for a few nudes. Just for us he said with a grin. I was too shy to refuse. I unhooked my bra and let my small firm breasts spill free. My nipples were already hard. Then I slid my panties down my smooth thighs and stepped out of them. I stood completely naked for the first time in front of a man. He took pictures while I covered myself with my hands at first then slowly lowered them because he kept praising how perfect my body was. The attention made my skin tingle.

Mehdi stripped fast. His cock was thick and already hard curving upward. He guided me to my knees. This is your first time right he asked. I nodded. He smiled and said then let me teach you. He held my head gently but firmly and pressed the head of his cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in. The taste was salty and warm. I sucked awkwardly at first but he groaned and told me to use my tongue. I did my best swirling it around the tip while he slid deeper. My eyes watered but I kept going because the sounds he made turned me on. I felt powerful and dirty all at once. He fucked my mouth for several minutes until his breathing grew ragged then he pulled out and lifted me onto the bed.

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He spread my legs wide and looked at my shaved pussy like it was a prize. You are so tight he murmured. He rubbed his cock along my wet slit teasing my clit until I whimpered. Then he pushed inside me in one slow thrust. The stretch burned but the fullness felt incredible. I gasped and gripped his shoulders. He did not wait for me to adjust. He started moving hard and deep pounding into me with long strokes. The pain faded into a heavy aching pleasure that built with every thrust. My breasts bounced and my moans grew louder. He called me his little Thai slut and the words should have embarrassed me but instead they made my pussy clench tighter around him. I came suddenly my whole body shaking as waves of heat crashed through me. It was my first orgasm with someone else and it left me dizzy.

Mehdi flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up so I was on all fours. He slid back into my pussy from behind even rougher now. His balls slapped against me and his hands gripped my waist hard enough to leave marks. I loved how out of control it felt. Then he slowed and I felt his thumb circle my tight little asshole. I froze. No one had ever touched me there. He leaned over me and whispered I want this too. Before I could answer he grabbed lube from the bedside table and dripped it over my ass. His finger pushed in slow and steady. It felt strange and full but not bad. He worked it in and out while still fucking my pussy then added a second finger. I moaned into the pillow overwhelmed.

When he pulled out of my pussy I knew what was coming. He pressed the head of his cock against my ass and pushed forward. The pressure was intense. I cried out as he sank the first few inches inside me. It hurt but the pain mixed with a deep dirty pleasure I had never felt. He went slow at first letting me breathe then picked up speed. Soon he was fucking my ass with steady powerful strokes. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit frantically. The feeling of being so completely filled pushed me over the edge again. I came harder than before my whole body trembling while he kept pounding. He groaned loud and pulled out at the last second spraying hot cum across my back and ass.

We collapsed together breathing hard. I felt sore and sticky and strangely proud. It was nothing like the soft romantic night I had dreamed about. Mehdi had treated me like a girl in one of his videos rough and direct with no gentle words. Yet my body had loved every second. The shyness I carried my whole life had cracked open and something wild and free had stepped out. I lay there smiling to myself already wondering what other firsts waited for me.

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