Room Service

Damn, she had it goin' on, a real deal quality girl. I was a single horny western bastard living in Cambodia, and had a few "regulars" coming and going. I politely, but foolishly ignored her flirtations. But ONE evening ----

This happened before she quit her job and married some British guy, before my friend Hal tried his luck with her. It happened when she was still the lovely, bored receptionist and bartendress at the guesthouse near the beach in Cambodia. Looking back now, Jesus, I would have done things differently....Ah well.

I'd scored a long term deal on a corner room, third floor. It was basic, had no cooking facilities,but it did have a small fridge and two windows for a nice breeze. At $120 per month, it was a bargain for a place two blocks from the sea.

I can still see her shiny black hair, that sweet crooked smile and her lovely hands.Sana was 24, half Cambodian-half Vietnamese with alluring curved eyes,a quiet,cool demeanor and a smart head on her shoulders. She'd been working there for years, and the western owners relied on her people skills,as well as her English skills There was another gal assisting Sana, but she wasn't nearly as capable.

I'd pass by the reception area daily. Sana always had a smile and a hello for me. I liked her, and was attracted. The combination reception desk/bar was outside, under a tin roof at the front of the building. Many foreigners sat drinking and trying to hook up with Sana, but she didn't seem interested in them. She always had a ready made excuse with a smile. I didn't try her because I was a single, care-free guy, plus,she witnessed my female companions entering or leaving with me. 

The months melted away under the lazy, swelter of the laidback town. I enjoyed the beach for swims, barbecued fish at local street restaurants,walks on quiet roads,hanging out with friends as well as some night life. I rarely sat at the reception/bar of the guest house,but when I did, Sana gave me attention. She told me she hated cigarettes and heavy drinkers, so there went 90% of the guys hitting on her. I was a non smoker,and part time drinker, haha.

"Why don't you want a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Because they want young,handsome guys with money."

"Hmph!" she said. 

As I was leaving one day,I noticed Sana had set up a badminton kit in the front driveway area, and needed a partner to play with,so I played with her. We ran,we jumped, we whipped around. Our hearts were pumping and smiles flashing. It was fun,but challenging for me because we were barefoot and sometimes I stepped on small rocks or twigs. She had very long hair,which she tied into a ponytail, always wore shorts and her legs were nicely shaped.

"Mel, haha, why you so slow?" she teased.

I was 50, yet, in fairly good shape, because I exercised and walked often, but Sana was a young, comely powerhouse. One evening, I came home with a bottle of good whisky. Stopping by the reception area, I asked if I could borrow a glass with ice. I wanted to take it to my room so I could sample the stuff.

"Whisky?" I asked, pointing it at her. She just smiled, shook her head.

"I will bring it to your room in a few minutes, ok?"

"Thanks."

In the room, I switched the fan on and plopped on the bed. Soon came a knock. I jumped up and opened the door. She had a whiskey glass and two ice cubes.

"Come in," I said. 

She ejected flip flops and entered barefoot,placed it on the table near the TV. She glowed in black shorts and a sleeveless floral blouse. Her legs were delicious. Damnit, the urge overwhelmed me.She didn't HAVE to bring me the glass,so I figured maybe she was telling me something. There was no denying a certain chemistry bouncing between us for many weeks. She turned to leave,when I reached my hand behing her lower back and pulled her close. The stars must have been aligned just so.

In a second we were kissing, tongues flicking, swirling. Underneath the politeness, the chats and her professionalism. It was the culmination of months of repressed feelings. Now it gushed like a waterfall. She pulled away just long enough to kick the door shut and return to my mouth. This normally reserved lady was a passionate soul. She licked my mouth, my cheek, my neck, Jeezis! My cock was poking at her crotch. Sana reached down and felt it through my cargo shorts.

"Big already!" she said.

Downstairs, at the bar, the other staff girl waited for her. My hands slipped up the back of Sana's shorts and I squeezed. She quickly unbuttoned them, they fell to the floor. It was fast and furious like a cyclone. I pulled my shorts off and pushed her against the wall,her head thumped and I licked her neck, kissed her cheek, sucked her ear lobe. More kissing. She was good, passionate, and that is something I value. My middle finger reached down and rubbed the wetness of her panty crotch. I dropped to my knees, putting my nose in her crotch. I sniffed, and now my cock was throbbing.

"I must go back down," she said.

I yanked her panty down and off, revealing a nicely trimmed soft black landing strip and her lips were rolling  to life. What if someone came looking for her? I pulled her legs apart and attacked her pussy with my tongue. She lunged forward, her shoulders and head against the wall. With two fingers, she pulled up on the little hood, revealing her pink clit. She grabbed my hair, and whimpered a little when I lunged nose and tongue in and around her wetness.

Is this really happening? (Yes, now do this quickly and shut up! No more foreplay,no bed, just this wall!) My cock was raging. I brought it against her mound, the head dripping with pre-cum, and she guided it into her pussy. I was panting. I lifted her butt while plunging in and out and she tried to control her vocal noises. Our tongues played and explored while I banged her against the wall near the bathroom.

"Don't come inside!" she said.

Thump,thump,thump!

"You like me Mel?"

"Yes."

Thump,thump.

"Why you have many ladies?"

Thump,thump,thump!

I pulled out and shot onto the wall next to her. "Bad boy!" she said. We were sweating, breathing heavily. Sana pulled on her panties and black shorts, and then she was gone. I closed the door and stood staring at it, thinking about what had just happened. Instead of going downstairs to ask her to be my girlfriend, I poured a two fingers splash of whisky on the half melted ice, swirled it around my mouth and swallowed. Heartless bastard. She would have been a perfect mate, but I was selfish,stubborn.

A few months passed. We acted as if nothing happened. Sana was cheerful as always and polite, but I think she realized. A month later, I moved to Phnon Penh to teach English. We emailed a few times - then feelings and time melted under the brutal sun. Later, my friend Hal, after having failed with Sana, made a point of trying to burn me. If HE couldn't have Sana, nobody else could.

"Did you hear, Sana quit the guesthouse and married a European guy?" he said, cheerfully.

A few years later, in Phnom Penh, I passed a fabric shop,and saw a pretty gal with long dark hair buying materials. She turned to the side,and I saw her face clearly. A small pain gnawed at my heart. I slipped back so she wouldn't see me. She looked happy and healthy, and more beautiful than ever. If only I had -- Oh well.