Where it happened: Malaysia
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
For several years now I have been on the Board of Trustees of an international organization that sponsors goodwill trips to various countries, for the purpose of creating peace in the world. In 2004 I was selected to be the leader of a group that visited Malaysia. Our group was, I believe about 24 in number. Most of them were husbands and wives or friends travelling together. All adults. No children. We were gone for two weeks, and it was a fascinating trip.
Two days before we were to leave to return to the U.S., we stopped at a small village near Kudat, where the Rungus people lived. We were warmly greeted by the Chief of the village and his family and probably 75 or 80 of the village people. A few spoke broken English. Most did not.
Our quarters for the evening was one of their large “Longhouses,” which was a bamboo structure built high up off the ground — probably 5’6′ above the ground. We were shown to our “rooms” which consisted of simple bamboo-partioned sleeping spaces, with simple blanket-like mats to sleep on, and a small pillow of covered straw. The heat was unbearable — in the high 90s — so we did not need blankets or any kind of covering.Most of the rooms were “doubles”, but because I was the leader of the group, I was given a room by myself.
That evening we had a nice meal, consisting of barbecued meat of some sort (I believe it was chicken or some kind of bird) and various vegetables and fruits — all fresh. After dinner, the Chief and his family, entertained us in the long corridor which ran in front of our sleeping rooms. There were various kinds of dances that were performed and even a “magic act” which we found very entertaining. The best of the performers, I thought, was a somewhat provacative, even sensuous dance done by the Chief’s daughter, whom I judged to be 16 or 17. Most of us in the group couldn’t keep our eyes off her because all she wore was a short grass skirt, and she had the most beautiful body, especially above the waist, that I had ever seen. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and firm.
After the evening’s entertainment was over,the group was treated to some kind of sweet beverage — a juice of some sort — and then we all wandered off to our sleeping quarters. We had no electricity, but they did provide us with small lanterns that operated an oil of some sort, which allowed us to see where we were going. I went into my room, and stripped down to my jockey shorts and laid down on this cot-like “bed” on the bamboo floor. It was hard an uncomfortable, but I was tired from the two week trip. I still had not quite drifted off to sleep as yet, when I noticed the Chief entering my room (there were, of course, no locks on these bamboo doors)and with him was this teenage daughter of his that had performed one of the dances. It was quite dark in the room, but I noticed from the little illumination from my lantern, that she no longer had her skirt on, and was absolutely naked.The Chief, who spoke a little broken English, made it clear to me through a few phrases and gestures that he wanted me to have his daughter for the night — as a goodwill gesture toward the leader of the visiting American group. I protested somewhat, as best I could, saying this was not necessary, but he was very insistant that she stay with me, and he left. The next thing I knew, this gorgeous brown creature,probably half my age, was laying down beside me and starting to kissme all over my body. Needless to say, it was not long before my jockey shorts were off, and I found myself between her legs, guiding my erect penis into her nubile body. We fucked and fucked all that night. We took some time out, just lying together and cuddiling, but then my pole wanted more attention and she gave it to me freeling. The feeling of being inside her young body was exhilirating. I had never, ever, had a fuck like that in my life.
I doubt that it was her first, and it certainly was not mine, but it was my first with a beautiful Malaysian girl — the Chief’s daughter — and I wuill neverr, never forget it!
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