My Miss Saigon

Laptop in front of my nose, reading book and phone at hand, seat belt fastened. I was ready for the long flight from Charles de Gaulle to Ho Chi Minh City, where for the next four months I would be responsible as project manager for the realization of a logistics system. The multinational company where I work often sends me to one of our locations for a medium-term period to smooth projects that are struggling. This project was still in its early stages and didn’t seem to have any problems yet. It sounded like a relatively easy job, though in a country I had long hoped to go to. I reread the email I had received a few days earlier. ‘At our office in Ho Chi Minh City, we look forward to your arrival. During your time with us, I will be your secretary, translator and point of contact.

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I am sending you some documents in advance. Possibly you will find the time to read through them, otherwise I will be happy to talk you through them. Trang, the sender of the email, also indicated that she would pick me up at the airport, that an apartment close to the office had been arranged for me and what food and drink I would like to have in that apartment. Normally when I am abroad I am in hotels all the time. Having my own apartment did appeal to me. It hopefully felt more homey. The tone of the email was businesslike, though I was excited by the energy it expressed. I began reading the documentation. I had plenty of time for this over the next few hours. Hours later, I grabbed my luggage off the belt at Tan Son Nhat airport. In line at customs, I sent an app to Trang that I was almost there. Trang replied immediately. ‘Customs may take a while. I will wait for you. See you soon.’ Customs control went more smoothly than expected.

I walked through the sliding doors and looked around. Soon I saw a young woman of somewhere in her twenties in a neat robe suit with an angelic pretty face and a sign with my name on it. This had to be Trang. She looked around, our gazes crossed. I called her name and saw that she was quickly inspecting my body. In recent years, it had been second nature to me to see how women looked at me. Yes, I admit it: a dubious combination of vanity and the need to gauge my chances if I find the woman in question interesting. I am 1.85 meters tall, blond, have blue eyes and am well toned. Women, especially non-Western women, generally like me. The small sparkle in her eyes was enough for me. Trang recovered immediately and smiled professionally. ‘Mr. Ga. ‘Gary, please,’ I corrected her and held out my hand.

When abroad, I always use my unglamorous name. ‘Gary,’ Trang repeated and once again showed her smile. ‘Did you have a good flight?’ ‘Excellent,’ I replied. ‘Long enough to go over the project documentation, watch a movie and sleep a little.’ ‘We can go over the project at the office on Monday. You must be tired. Shall we take a cab to the apartment?’ ‘Gladly, Trang. I’ll follow you.’ As we walked to the cab, I was able to take in Trang better. The first moment I could only see her face, the sign with my name she had held in front of her body. Her face was already very beautiful – phenomenally beautiful Asian eyes, an engaging smile and, of course, black straight hair gave her the look of an Asian Disney princess – but her body was completely smashing. A wasp waist, relatively long legs for someone who is not more than 6 feet tall, and larger breasts than you would expect in such a slender woman. I wouldn’t be surprised if the doctor had helped her with this. Trang opened the apartment and handed over the keys. The tour was brief. Living room and kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom. Clean, stylish and big enough for one person. Fortunately, Trang had also arranged for food and drinks to be bought in, and I offered her a drink. ‘You arranged it, I can offer it to you now,’ I grinned. ‘Okay, a drink then.’ ‘You speak perfect English,’ I complimented her. Trang explained that she had lived in the United Kingdom from age 11 until college and then wanted to work in Vietnam. We talked some more and got to know each other in advance.

It was 7:30 on Saturday evening. ‘I won’t keep you any longer,’ I said, ‘It’s Saturday night and you’ve now had to work hours to pick me up.’ ‘No problem. I’ll let you recover to unpack the luggage and rest from the trip. Any information about the city if you want to explore it tomorrow?’ ‘No, thank you, Trang. I’m sure I’ll ask for tips later. Tomorrow I’ll take it easy and maybe walk around the neighborhood. Go home delicious or are you still going out?” “No. I didn’t know what time I would be back home. My roommate wanted to watch a movie on Netflix with me that she thinks is really good.’ See, useful information. Of course, I had already noticed that Trang was not wearing a wedding ring. Apparently, she did not live together or with her parents either. ‘Thanks again for picking me up and for arranging this. It’s nice to feel so welcome. We will speak on Monday and I look forward to our working together.’ From my window I saw Trang crossing the street. She had already made quite an impression on me by now, not only with her looks but certainly also with her personality. This could be a very good time. Tired from the long journey and the time difference, I sought my bed shortly after Trang’s departure and thought about the past years. My work had allowed me to lead projects in many countries across several continents. Among the many interesting experiences I had had were certainly also the necessary affairs. Hot nights with Latinas in Chile and Mexico, the sultry Jordanian Nasreen who for one night forgot her background and treated herself and me to an intense memory, adventures in Budapest, Kiev and with Savannah-with-the-infinite-legs in Melbourne. All of them beautiful women. Had any of them made as crushing a first impression on me? I thought about their bodies, about how they felt and smelled.

Again and again Trang’s smile emerged. My hand slid down and encompassed my stiff cock. The first week and a half on my assignment went well. I soon had a good idea of what I needed to accomplish in the time ahead and how to accomplish it. Trang, as expected, was pleasant to work with. She took care of everything, translated where necessary and and responded to all my requests professionally and kindly. At times she could also be fierce. She spoke firmly to a colleague who had not delivered. It was in Vietnamese, so I didn’t understand a thing. It was clear, however, that Trang had more than enough spunk. Only when I asked for her opinion, she often remained somewhat superficial in expressing the organizational point of view. By asking specific questions, I noticed her sharp analytical qualities. Here I could coach her even further. I regularly gave her compliments, especially in business terms, and noticed that she also liked me. Yet our contact was not really flirtatious. After work, she remained in my thoughts. It was time to go the extra mile. We had had a spirited conversation with the most difficult stakeholder, a man in his 60s or so who was against just about any change and had the power to block developments. By maneuvering well, we had gotten some movement from him. ‘Pfff, that was work,’ I told Trang afterwards. ‘Time for a coffee and some relaxation.’ We talked on about Vietnam.

Trang asked for my opinion of her country, and I complimented her on the friendliness of the people and the city. ‘I haven’t left the city yet. This weekend I want to see something. I saw that there are mangrove forests nearby. Can Gio. Is that beautiful?” I asked. ‘Never been there before. I’m from up north.’ ‘But you’ve lived here for three years. Then it’s about time.’ I smelled my chance. ‘Would you like to go with me?’ Trang was silent for a moment. The one or two seconds before her answer seemed like minutes. She looked at me with her dark eyes. ‘I would like that very much,’ she finally responded. ‘I’m downstairs,’ Trang’s app read. The bus left a few minutes’ walk from my apartment. So Trang and I had agreed that she would send an app when she was almost to my place. “Coming,” I sent back. I got off the elevator and walked to the front door. Trang was waiting outside in the shade; it was humid and hot. To her surprise, I greeted her with two kisses. ‘Good morning, Trang. How good you look,’ I expressed my admiration.

At the office, she was always dressed businesslike. Neat and stylish, but on the dapper side. Now she was wearing sneakers and a crisp summer dress that showed off her cleavage. As always, she used little makeup, though I noticed that she had used a bit redder lipstick than usual. Was she always dressed like this in her spare time, or had she made an extra effort for me? “Thank you,” Trang said slightly shyly, “you too. I had also deliberately put on a shirt that emphasized my muscular upper body. At the bus station, we grabbed a coffee and then boarded the bus. Trang asked about France; she had only been to Amsterdam once during the years she studied in England. The conversation between us went smoothly as usual. Trang was looser than in the office and made several witty jokes. What a nice woman and then also so beautiful. I looked at her legs, slim and tan, her left leg folded over her right. Her waist, looking extra slim in this dress. And then her breasts, firm, round and pressed together. A picture. Trang saw that I was looking at her. ‘Sorry,’ I stammered. ‘It’s okay. I like you looking at me like that.’ Trang also blushed. ‘You really do look beautiful, Trang.’ As I said it, I placed my hand briefly on her knee. Trang smiled, took my hand, put it back on her knee and put her own hand on it.

We looked deeply into each other’s eyes. ‘Yes?” was all I asked. ‘Yes,’ was her answer and she laid her head against my shoulder. I had found my own Miss Saigon. Trang and I enjoyed the day. We took a boat tour of the park and saw some wildlife. For a longer time, however, we were surrounded by other people the whole time. Finally on a hike, we came to a quiet spot. We complimented each other again. The tension was mounting, the first kiss couldn’t wait anymore. Trang and I sat close to each other. I put a lock of hair behind her ear. Brief eye contact and our lips and tongues found each other. ‘Beautiful, smart, funny and then great kisser too,’ I said after a long, long kiss. Trang was silent for a moment and looked at me. ‘You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that, Gary,’ she said wittily. ‘You’re right. You kiss pretty well, too,’ I laughed. Another kiss followed. For the return trip, we ate something at a little restaurant. A fan was on and provided some refreshment. Sweat drops were on our foreheads. I felt sticky and dirty. ‘Tonight at home a delicious shower. Fancy it already,’ Trang said and waved the menu card at herself for some extra air. I was fishing for her experiences with men and had asked how long she had been single. Almost two years, it turned out, she had been single. I asked on about how the relationship had ended. Trang responded somewhat reluctantly. “It’s fine, Trang. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable.’ She took a deep breath and looked away for a moment. ‘No, you can know.

Only I don’t want you talking about it in the office.’ ‘Of course not,’ I promised and stroked her hand. When she had just returned to Vietnam and started work, she fell in love with a man who worked as a manager of a finance department. They got into a relationship. Meeting up was often difficult because of his busy private schedule. He played a lot of sports and was on a board. Only after some time had she found out that he was married and therefore often could not. He promised to move away from his wife, which only he did not do. A cliché story that had left Trang heartbroken and – even though she didn’t tell it – had diminished her trust in men. I asked on about previous relationships. There had only been one other. A boy of also Vietnamese descent in her college days, a relationship that had lasted more than two years. ‘No further affairs?” I asked. ‘No, you’re the third one I’ve kissed. And you? Mmm, I had a lot more experience and doubted Trang liked that. Only I didn’t want to lie and therefore remained somewhat vague. ‘I had one serious relationship, a year and a half, at the end of my college days.’ ‘And short relationships?” asked Trang continuing. ‘Honestly, quite a few over the years.’ ‘In France?’ ‘Yes, but also in other countries.

I have, as you know, spent some time in many countries in recent years.’ ‘How many women,’ Trang asked sharply. I found that I could best be frank now. ‘I don’t think you’re going to like it, Trang,’ I took a breath, ’31.’ Trang withdrew her hand and looked sad. I thought about what I could say, Trang was ahead of me. ‘I don’t want to be your umpteenth adventure.’ ‘I like you, Trang. I don’t see you as an adventure.’ ‘You probably said that to the others, too.’ Her eyes radiated a combination of sadness, disappointment and anger. ‘Those others were fun. You’re a lot of fun. Very nice,’ I tried in vain to take her hand; she pulled it away. ‘I just want to be honest with you.’ I understood that I had to get down to business to win Trang’s heart again. ‘From the first moment I saw you, at the airport, in your coat suit, the sign with my name and with your smile, I knew. You are different. Special’ I complimented her, asked why she reacted the way she did, reminded her of the fun we had before. Trang thawed and the atmosphere relaxed a bit. We still had a two-hour journey ahead of us. “Shall we go to the bus?” I suggested and briefly touched her hand.

She nodded and did not immediately withdraw her hand. During the ride back in the back of the bus, Trang did not make it easy for me and questioned me firmly. I answered honestly. To my relief, she was okay with me keeping my hand on her knee. Eventually I changed the topic of conversation back to her interests. Trang, meanwhile, had placed her hand on mine. She had made me work, but apparently I had passed the test. Would I be allowed to take another step tonight? The end of the ride was approaching. By now I had been allowed to kiss Trang once more. Rather briefly, she did not feel comfortable being intimate with others nearby, even though we were the only passengers in the very back. “Would you like to have another drink in my apartment? Trang nodded after a hesitation. ‘Yes, please.’ It seemed totally fine. ‘What would you like to drink, Trang,’ I asked. Trang had also sat down the couch. ‘Water is good, or a beer if you have one.’ I grabbed two Saigon beers, opened the bottles and sat down next to her on the couch. ‘To Vietnam, to Vietnamese beer and to the most beautiful woman in the country,’ I toasted. ‘To that handsome man doing his best for me,’ I returned. Our bottles tapped against each other and we both took a sip. ‘Really together at last,’ I observed and put my arm around her. Another kiss, long and intense, followed. I took another sip of beer and put the bottle away. Trang also put the bottle to her mouth, then I set it on the table. Kissing anymore, now I let my free hand slide over her body. I caressed the outside of her thigh under her dress and then grabbed her breast. Trang’s hand slid under my shirt across my chest and not much later pulled my shirt off. Both her hands groped my upper body. ‘Very nice,’ Trang whispered, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth. I slid her dress off her shoulders, kissed the top of her breasts and her mouth. Her bra followed. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I had hoped. Firm, round and pure nature.

That question had now been answered as well. Her small, brown nipples were stiff. I stroked and kissed them. ‘They are delicious,’ I said and gave another tongue kiss then returned to her nipples. I put my hand under her dress again. Through the inside of her thigh, I reached her panties. I didn’t go right in, we had all the time. Trang closed her eyes and moaned softly. I kissed her again. My hand still slipped into her panties. I felt some pubic hair and touched her cave. Trang put her hand on my hand. ‘I want to shower first. I want to be clean.’ ‘Shower together?” I suggested. Trang opened the belt of my pants. Not much later, we had only our underwear on. Trang grabbed my underpants by my hips and slid them down. My erection emerged. Trang’s mouth fell open. ‘Big,’ she brought out with difficulty. I had realized earlier in the day that her only two bed partners so far were both Vietnamese and probably smaller in size than me. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll be careful,’ I tried to reassure her. I also pulled off her panties. A thin streak of pubic hair above a beautiful pussy. ‘You’re so beautiful, Trang.’ I took her hand and we walked to the bathroom.

The rain shower refreshed us. Again we kissed, the water running over our naked bodies. I put plenty of shower gel on my sponge and gave it to Trang. She soaped me, from top to bottom. My head, my shoulders and my upper body. With the sponge and with her other hand, she massaged my ass. Then it was my front. She took her time. Her fingers felt my balls, the sponge slid over my shaft. So did her hand. Finally Trang also soaped my legs. Again I kissed her. I couldn’t get enough of her soft lips. With extra shower gel, I now soaped her body, in the same order. Head, breasts, back, bottom, only her pussy I skipped. First her legs. Starting at her feet, I slowly ran the sponge upwards. I stood behind her. My left hand played with her breast, my erection pressing against her lower back as I soaped her last spot. I put the sponge away. My right hand I put between her legs and found her clit. Trang breathed in deeply. Her pussy was wet and not just from the shower water.

First one, later two fingers slid inside her. Trang moaned more and more intensely as I played with her. I put my fingers on her clit again. Trang was leaning forward against the wall, her small, round bottoms pressed back. I accelerated my movements. “Oh yes, yes, yes,” Trang moaned. I grabbed her breast even more firmly and fingered her as best I could. Her breathing quickened, quickened even more and then stopped. Trang moaned and squealed as she ejaculated. Trang came to her senses and turned to jerk me off. I didn’t want to and turned off the faucet. ‘Time to dry off,’ and placed a kiss on her mouth. Trang looked at me with a horny look while drying off. I put my hands under her bottom and lifted her up. Trang threw her legs around me. While kissing, we took the short route to the bedroom. Carefully I laid her down and lay on top of her. ‘I want to feel you inside me, Gary,’ Trang whispered. ‘Not yet, honey,’ I whispered back. I kissed her neck and her breasts. Her nipples were still hard. I licked her navel and went even lower. Trang knew what was coming and seemed a little tense. Not wanting to get straight to the point, I kissed her Venus mound first and then her thighs. Her labia were swollen with excitement and glistened with moisture in the semi-darkness. I kissed her pussy and licked her lips. My tongue played her clit.

Trang moaned again. Her back arched. With her fingers, she looked for something to grab. The bed had no bars; she let go of the pillows. Finally her fingers gripped the fitted sheet firmly. It was delicious to see Trang enjoying herself like this. I held back when she seemed to come and then continued. Her juices were delicious, her clit was perfect. Trang started moaning harder and higher again. She said something in Vietnamese which of course I did not understand and interpreted as a prompting to continue. ‘oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooooohhhh,’ Trang had a second orgasm, even more intense than in the shower. I gave Trang no rest and crawled on top of her. I put my erection against her cave and slid inside. Trang, who hadn’t had sex for a long time anymore, now moaned “gently” and slowly I slid in. I made the first movements slowly. Trang relaxed again as my cock thrust deeper and deeper into her. ‘So good,’ I asked superfluously. I didn’t get a real answer, the look in her eyes was enough. Wide open, Trang looked at me and moaned my name over and over again. What the fitted sheet had felt before, I felt now. Trang’s nails disappeared into the skin of my back. I thrust deep inside her and knew an ejaculation would not be long anymore. Trang, to my surprise, was ahead of me. Once again she came. She held me so tightly that it hurt me in a pleasant way. During her orgasm I too reached my climax and I squirted my seed into her pussy. I lay on my back enjoying the moment, Trang was half lying on top of me. Her head on my chest. She was emotional and tried not to show her tears to me. I stroked through her hair and gave her time. ‘Now I’m sure you like me.’ “What do you mean?” I asked. An answer did not follow. I pressed her against me. That’s how we fell asleep. Later Trang told me that her previous partners were only focused on their own pleasure. I was the first to really spoil her. The weeks flew by.

The project went as planned, the cooperation between Trang and me was more than excellent. We made sure there was no gossip about us by keeping enough distance and magnify disagreements a bit. Outside the office, we could not keep our hands off each other. Trang soon spent every night with me which invariably led to sex. Sometimes we made love tenderly, other times we fucked each other hard. Trang’s initial slight insecurity disappeared like snow in the Vietnamese sun. We were open about our fantasies and learned our limits. I was allowed to deflower her anally, we tied each other up, I penetrated her with her vibrator, we watched porn together. In short, we enjoyed ourselves to the fullest. When others could see us, Trang wanted distance. When we felt unprotected, we went wild. We had gone to the cinema, one with subtitles instead of dubbing. The art-house film was pretentious and long-winded. I sighed with boredom. I felt Trang’s hand slide directly over my crotch and go under my shirt into my pants. Fortunately, we were in the back and the few other visitors were relatively far away. My cock was getting stiff from the massage. Trang let go and undid my belt. The button of my pants followed, so did the zipper. Soundlessly, Trang pulled down my book. She spit on her hand and pulled my erection out of my panties.

I held still though it took effort. Trang bent down, licked my shaft and took my glans in her mouth. With her lips she massaged my foreskin while her tongue licked my glans. Anxiously, I looked around. Getting caught would be very embarrassing. No one seemed to notice. They were probably either asleep or much more culturally responsible than we were. Trang piped up to me as the movie continued slowly. I tried to make it clear to Trang that my climax was approaching. She now had my cock deep in her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down. I tried my hardest not to make a sound. A small moan escaped the moment I cum anyway. Trang sucked on, her lips firmly around my cock so not a drop would escape. After she swallowed the last drop, we left the cinema to continue at home. What movie it was, I can’t remember anymore. Another weekend we had gone to a secluded spot. An idyllic beach far from the tourist stream. It was out of season; we were the only tourists. The little beach in the bay was for us alone, the short tropical twilight would not be long in coming anymore. I took off my swim trunks and walked naked into the sea. ‘Come too,’ I said in exasperation. Trang already had her bikini off and her bottoms disappeared to the bag as well. I watched my Vietnamese princess walk naked into the sea. Swimming naked somehow felt releasing.

We were having fun and watching some fish. ‘Hopefully there are no dangerous animals,’ I said, ‘No way, just some fish. And one little shrimp,’ Trang teased and laughed at me. ‘Just be careful, lady. That little shrimp could become a big sea snake.’ Trang just laughed and held her thumb and index finger way too close together. “Little shrimp, little shrimp. I pretended to be angry and walked toward her. Trang splashed water at me and walked away. I went after her in a way that she could get away every time. I jumped at her from just too far away, supposedly grabbed wrong and fell into the sea. Trang kept shouting “shrimp” with laughter and kept letting me get close enough for a fake attack. Of course, I finally got her. I held Trang from behind with one hand around her waist and one hand on her breasts. “What did you say?” “Shrimp, shrimp. The little shrimp had transformed into the sea serpent. ‘Do I have to push you underwater for punishment?’ Trang felt in my crotch. ‘Little shrimp has grown.’ We kissed each other. I turned her around so Trang could wrap her legs around my waist. Her body slid over mine and I penetrated her with no problem. The light waves slid around us. While fucking, we headed toward the beach. I was holding her as I did when we walked from the shower to the bedroom our first night. I laid Trang on her back in the surf and lay myself on top of her. My cock in her pussy. We kissed, the sea water closed around our bodies and disappeared again. Wave after wave, until we reached our highs.

The project was over. I am very results-oriented, so plenty of reason for joy. My feelings, on the other hand, were rather double. On the one hand, I was proud of the job we had done on time and on budget; on the other hand, it meant I had to start saying goodbye. Trang and I had had many serious conversations. Our conclusion was simple: we chose each other. Really happy Trang was not in the office before I came and she wanted to return to England. I would then try to do fewer assignments abroad and also go to headquarters in London. Despite our intentions, that would take time for both of us and we could hardly see each other for the next period. With melancholy, I said goodbye to my colleagues in the office, supposedly also to Trang. We had one more night together and we wanted to make the most of it. She had left the office a few minutes earlier – we never left together so as not to be noticed – and thus arrived at the apartment earlier. I saw tears in her eyes and kissed her gently. ‘Tears tomorrow, fun tonight. Okay? Trang’s face changed completely. ‘I’m going to fuck you all over.’ Typical Trang. Sensitive and sweet one moment, then fierce or like now flat and horny. My cock immediately began to throb. ‘You won’t get your legs crossed tomorrow,’ was my response. Trang loved this kind of talk at just the right time. ‘Give me your delicious cock,’ Trang pulled the clothes off my body. In no time we were completely naked. I fingered her on the couch. We didn’t even take the time to go to the bedroom. Trang sat on me and took my cock in her mouth. Her pussy hung just in front of my mouth and a 69 followed. We stood up and I put Trang against the wall.

For a moment I felt her pussy with my finger, then I slid my cock into her from behind. Trang hung against the wall with her hands and arms. Her bottoms pressed back. I thrust into her. Yet I didn’t want to come like this. I withdrew my cock and said “on the floor” to Trang. On her knees, she took my cock in her mouth again and tasted her own juices. I put my hands on her head and started thrusting into her mouth, harder and harder. Trang didn’t pipe me anymore, I fucked her in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure. ‘Keep going,’ she begged when I eased up a little. I went even harder. I looked down. Trang was looking at me tremendously horny. My cock disappeared deep into her mouth. I felt my ejaculation approaching. ‘I’m coming,’ I moaned and thrust on. Just before my orgasm, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and squirted on her face. Several jets followed. Counted out, I just barely managed to look at her. My seed was all over her face. On her forehead, eyes, nose, mouth and chin. It dripped down to her breasts. Trang took my still hard cock in her mouth again and licked it. Trang cleaned herself up and we continued our wild night. The next day we said goodbye. Trang in particular did not keep it dry. ‘We will see each other again soon, dear Trang,’ I consoled her, although I knew that soon would take far too long for our feelings.

It was 7:30 Saturday night. I don’t want to keep you any longer,’ I said, ‘it’s Saturday night and you had to work for hours to pick me up. No problem. I’ll leave you to unpack and rest from the trip. Any information about the city in case you want to explore it tomorrow?” “No, thank you, Trang. I’m sure I’ll ask for tips later. Tomorrow I’ll take it easy and maybe walk around the neighborhood. Are you going home or are you still going out?” “No. I didn’t know what time I’d be home. My roommate wanted to watch a movie on Netflix with me that she thinks is really good. See, useful information. Of course, I had already noticed that Trang was not wearing a wedding ring. Apparently, she was not living with her parents either. Thank you again for picking me up and arranging this. It’s nice to be made so welcome. We will talk on Monday and I look forward to working together. From my window I saw Trang crossing the street. She had already made quite an impression on me, not only with her looks, but certainly with her personality. This could be a very good time. Tired from the long journey and the time difference, I went to bed shortly after Trang left and thought about the past years. My work had allowed me to lead projects in many countries on several continents. Among the many interesting experiences I had had were certainly the necessary affairs. Hot nights with Latinas in Chile and Mexico, the sultry Jordanian Nasreen who forgot her background for one night and treated herself and me to an intense memory, adventures in Budapest, Kiev and with Savannah-with-the-infinite-legs in Melbourne. All beautiful women. Had any of them made such a crushing first impression on me? I thought about their bodies, how they felt and smelled.

Trang’s smile appeared again and again. My hand slid down and cupped my stiff cock. The first week and a half of my assignment went well. I soon had a good idea of what I needed to accomplish in the time ahead and how to do it. Trang, as expected, was a pleasure to work with. She took care of everything, translated where necessary, and responded to all my requests in a professional and friendly manner. She could also be stern at times. She spoke firmly to a colleague who had not delivered. It was in Vietnamese, so I didn’t understand a word. But it was clear that Trang had more than enough guts. It was only when I asked for her opinion that she often remained somewhat superficial in expressing the organizational point of view. By asking specific questions, I noticed her sharp analytical skills. Here I could coach her even more. I regularly gave her compliments, especially in business terms, and noticed that she liked me, too. But our contact was not really flirtatious. She stayed in my thoughts after work. It was time to go the extra mile. We had had a spirited conversation with the most difficult stakeholder, a man in his 60s who was opposed to almost any change and had the power to block developments. By maneuvering well, we had gotten some movement from him. Pfff, that was work,’ I said to Trang afterwards. Time for a coffee and some relaxation. We talked more about Vietnam.

Trang asked my opinion of her country, and I complimented her on the friendliness of the people and the city. I haven’t left the city yet. I want to see something this weekend. I saw that there are mangrove forests nearby. Can go. Is it beautiful?” I asked. I have never been there. I’m from the north. ‘But you’ve been living here for three years. It’s about time. I sensed my chance. ‘Would you like to come with me? Trang was silent for a moment. The one or two seconds before her answer felt like minutes. She looked at me with her dark eyes. I would like that very much,’ she finally replied. I’m downstairs,” Trang’s app said. The bus left a few minutes walk from my apartment. So Trang and I had agreed that she would send an app when she was almost at my place. “Coming,” I sent back. I got off the elevator and walked to the front door. Trang was waiting outside in the shade; it was humid and hot. To her surprise, I greeted her with two kisses. Good morning, Trang. How well you look,’ I said in admiration.

She was always businesslike in the office. Neat and stylish, but on the dapper side. Now she wore sneakers and a crisp summer dress that showed off her cleavage. As always, she wore little makeup, although I noticed that she had used a slightly redder lipstick than usual. Was she always dressed like this in her free time, or had she made an extra effort for me? “Thank you,” Trang said shyly, “you too. I had also deliberately put on a shirt that emphasized my muscular torso. At the bus station we had coffee and then boarded the bus. Trang asked about France; she had only been to Amsterdam once during her years studying in England. The conversation between us went smoothly as usual. Trang was more relaxed than in the office and made several witty jokes. What a nice woman, and so beautiful. I looked at her legs, slender and tanned, her left leg crossed over her right. Her waist, looking extra slim in that dress. And then her breasts, firm, round and pressed together. A picture. Trang saw me looking at her. ‘Sorry,’ I stammered, caught off guard. It’s okay. I like it when you look at me like that. Trang blushed too. You really look beautiful, Trang. As I said it, I put my hand on her knee for a moment. Trang smiled, took my hand, put it back on her knee and placed her own hand on it.

We looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Yes?” was all I asked. Yes,” was her answer, and she laid her head on my shoulder. I had found my very own Miss Saigon. Trang and I enjoyed the day. We took a boat tour of the park and saw some wildlife. For a long time, though, we were surrounded by other people. Finally, on a hike, we came to a quiet place. We complimented each other again. The tension was rising, the first kiss couldn’t wait any longer. Trang and I sat close together. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. A brief eye contact and our lips and tongues found each other. Beautiful, smart, funny and a great kisser, too,’ I said after a long, long kiss. Trang was silent for a moment and looked at me. You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that, Gary,’ she said wittily. You’re right. You kiss pretty good too,’ I laughed. Another kiss followed. On the way back, we stopped at a small restaurant for a bite to eat. A fan was on and kept us cool. There were drops of sweat on our foreheads. I felt sticky and dirty. Tonight at home a nice shower. Looking forward to it,’ Trang said, waving the menu at herself for some extra air. I was fishing for her experiences with men and had asked how long she had been single. She had been single for almost two years, it turned out. I continued to ask how the relationship had ended. Trang answered somewhat reluctantly. “It’s okay, Trang. You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and looked away for a moment. “No, you can know.

I just don’t want you to talk about it in the office. Of course not,” I promised and patted her hand. When she had just returned to Vietnam and started working, she fell in love with a man who worked as a manager in a finance department. They started a relationship. It was often difficult to meet because of his busy personal schedule. He played a lot of sports and was on a board. It was only after some time that she found out that he was married and often could not make it. He promised to leave his wife, but he never did. It was a clichéd story that had left Trang heartbroken and – although she didn’t say so – diminished her trust in men. I continued to ask about previous relationships. There had only been one. A boy, also of Vietnamese descent, in her college days, a relationship that had lasted more than two years. No other affairs?” I asked. No, you’re the third one I’ve kissed. And you? Mmm, I had a lot more experience and doubted Trang liked that. But I didn’t want to lie, so I stayed vague. I had one serious relationship, a year and a half, at the end of my college days.

And short relationships?” Trang asked further. ‘Quite a few, actually, over the years. ‘In France?’ ‘Yes, but also in other countries. As you know, I have spent some time in many countries in recent years. ‘How many women,’ Trang asked sharply. I found it best to be frank now. I don’t think you’ll like the answer, Trang,’ I took a breath, ’31. Trang pulled her hand away and looked sad. I thought about what to say, Trang was ahead of me. I don’t want to be your umpteenth adventure. I like you, Trang. I don’t see you as an adventure. You probably said that to the others, too. Her eyes showed a combination of sadness, disappointment and anger. Those others were fun. You’re a lot of fun. Very nice,’ I tried in vain to take her hand; she pulled it away. I just want to be honest with you. I understood that I had to get down to business if I wanted to win Trang’s heart again. From the first moment I saw you, at the airport, in your overcoat, the sign with my name on it, and your smile, I knew. You are different. Special,’ I complimented her, asking her why she reacted the way she did, reminding her of the fun we had before. Gradually Trang thawed out and the atmosphere relaxed a bit. We still had a two-hour drive ahead of us. “Shall we go to the bus?” I suggested, touching her hand briefly.

She nodded and did not take her hand away. On the way back in the back of the bus, Trang did not make it easy for me and questioned me firmly. I answered honestly. To my relief, she agreed that I could keep my hand on her knee. Eventually I changed the subject back to her interests. Trang, meanwhile, had placed her hand on mine. She had made me work, but apparently I had passed the test. Would I be allowed to take another step tonight? The end of the journey was approaching. In the meantime I was allowed to kiss Trang once more. She did not feel comfortable being intimate with others, even though we were the only passengers in the back. “Would you like to have another drink in my apartment? Trang nodded after hesitating. “Yes, please. It seemed perfectly fine. What would you like to drink, Trang,’ I asked. Trang had also sat down on the couch. ‘Water is fine, or a beer if you have one.

I grabbed two Saigon beers, opened the bottles, and sat down next to her on the couch. To Vietnam, to Vietnamese beer, and to the most beautiful woman in the country,’ I toasted. To this handsome man who does his best for me,’ I returned. Our bottles clinked and we both took a sip. Finally together,’ I observed, putting my arm around her. Another long and intense kiss followed. I took another sip of beer and put the bottle down. Trang also put the bottle to her mouth, then I put it down on the table. No longer kissing, I let my free hand slide down her body. I stroked the outside of her thigh under her dress and then grabbed her breast. Trang’s hand slid under my shirt and across my chest, pulling my shirt off a little later. Both of her hands felt my torso. Very nice,’ Trang whispered, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth. I pushed her dress off her shoulders, kissing the top of her breasts and her mouth. Her bra followed. Her breasts were even more beautiful than I had hoped. Firm, round and natural.

That question was answered as well. Her small brown nipples were hard. I stroked and kissed them. They are delicious,” I said and gave another tongue kiss before returning to her nipples. I slipped my hand under her dress again. Through the inside of her thigh I reached her panties. I didn’t go right in, we had all the time in the world. Trang closed her eyes and moaned softly. I kissed her again. My hand was still in her panties. I felt some pubic hair and touched her cave. Trang put her hand on mine. I want to shower first. I want to be clean. Shower together?” I suggested. Trang unbuckled the belt of my pants. Soon we were down to our underwear. Trang grabbed my underwear at my hips and pulled it down. My erection appeared. Trang’s mouth fell open. Big,’ she struggled to say. I had noticed earlier in the day that her only two bed partners so far were both Vietnamese and probably smaller than me. Don’t worry. I’ll be careful,’ I tried to reassure her. I also pulled off her panties. A thin strip of pubic hair over a beautiful pussy. You are so beautiful, Trang. I took her hand and we walked into the bathroom.

The rain shower refreshed us. We kissed again, the water running over our naked bodies. I put a lot of shower gel on my sponge and gave it to Trang. She lathered me from top to bottom. My head, my shoulders and my torso. With the sponge and her other hand, she massaged my ass. Then it was my front. She took her time. Her fingers felt my balls, the sponge slid down my shaft. So did her hand. Finally Trang lathered my legs. Again I kissed her. I couldn’t get enough of her soft lips. With extra shower gel I soaped her body in the same order. Head, breasts, back, bottom, only her pussy I skipped. First her legs. Starting at her feet, I slowly moved the sponge upwards. I stood behind her. My left hand played with her breast, my erection pressed against her lower back as I soaped her last spot. I put the sponge down. My right hand went between her legs and found her clit. Trang took a deep breath. Her pussy was wet, and not just from the shower water.

First one, then two fingers slid inside her. Trang moaned more and more as I played with her. I put my fingers on her clit again. Trang leaned forward against the wall, her small round buttocks pushed back. I sped up my movements. “Oh yes, yes, yes,” Trang moaned. I grabbed her breast even tighter and fingered her as best I could. Her breathing accelerated, accelerated more, and then stopped. Trang moaned and squealed as she ejaculated. Trang came to her senses and turned around to give me a hand job. I didn’t want to and turned off the tap. Time to dry off,” I said and planted a kiss on her mouth. Trang looked at me with a horny look as she dried. I put my hands under her bottom and lifted her up. Trang wrapped her legs around me. While kissing, we took the short way to the bedroom. I laid her down and lay on top of her. I want to feel you inside me, Gary,’ Trang whispered. Not yet, darling,’ I whispered back. I kissed her neck and her breasts. Her nipples were still hard. I licked her belly button and went even lower. Trang knew what was coming and seemed a little tense. Not wanting to get right to the point, I kissed her mound of Venus and then her thighs. Her labia were swollen with excitement and glistened with moisture in the dim light. I kissed her pussy and licked her lips. My tongue played with her clit.

Trang moaned again. Her back arched. Her fingers searched for something to hold on to. The bed had no bars; she let go of the pillows. Finally, her fingers gripped the fitted sheet. It was delicious to see Trang enjoying herself like this. I held back when she seemed to be coming and then continued. Her juices were delicious, her clit perfect. Trang began to moan again, harder and higher. She said something in Vietnamese, which of course I did not understand and interpreted as an invitation to continue. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooooohhhhh,” Trang had a second orgasm, even more intense than in the shower. I gave Trang no rest and crawled on top of her. I placed my erection against her cave and slid inside. Trang, who hadn’t had sex for a long time, moaned “softly” and slowly I slid in. I made my first movements slowly. Trang relaxed again as my cock went deeper and deeper into her. So good,’ I asked unnecessarily. I didn’t get a real answer, the look in her eyes was enough. Trang looked at me wide open and moaned my name over and over again. What the fitted sheet had felt before, I felt now. Trang’s nails disappeared into the skin of my back. I thrust deep into her and knew that an ejaculation would not be far behind. To my surprise, Trang was ahead of me. She came again. She held me so tightly that it hurt in a pleasant way. During her orgasm I also reached my climax and squirted my semen into her pussy. I lay on my back enjoying the moment, Trang was half on top of me. Her head on my chest. She was emotional and tried not to show me her tears. I stroked her hair and gave her time. Now I’m sure you like me. “What do you mean?” I asked. There was no answer. I held her close. That’s how we fell asleep. Later, Trang told me that her previous partners had only focused on their own pleasure. I was the first one who really spoiled her. The weeks flew by.

The project went as planned, the cooperation between Trang and me was more than excellent. We made sure there was no gossip about us by keeping enough distance and magnifying disagreements a bit. Outside the office, we could not keep our hands off each other. Trang soon spent every night with me, which invariably led to sex. Sometimes we made love tenderly, sometimes we fucked each other hard. Trang’s initial slight insecurity disappeared like snow in the Vietnamese sun. We talked openly about our fantasies and learned our limits. I was allowed to deflower her anally, we tied each other up, I penetrated her with her vibrator, we watched porn together. In short, we enjoyed ourselves to the fullest. When others could see us, Trang wanted distance. When we felt unprotected, we went wild. We went to the movies, one with subtitles instead of dubbing. The art-house movie was pretentious and long-winded. I sighed with boredom. I felt Trang’s hand slide right over my crotch and under my shirt into my pants. Luckily we were in the back and the few other visitors were relatively far away. My dick was stiff from the massage. Trang let go and unbuckled my belt. The button of my pants followed, as did the zipper. Silently, Trang pulled down my book. She spit on her hand and pulled my erection out of my pants.

I kept still, although it took effort. Trang bent down, licked my shaft and took my head in her mouth. She massaged my foreskin with her lips while her tongue licked my glans. I looked around anxiously. To be caught would be very embarrassing. No one seemed to notice. They were probably either asleep or much more culturally responsible than we were. Trang approached me as the movie slowly continued. I tried to make it clear to Trang that my climax was approaching. She now had my dick deep in her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down. I tried my best not to make a sound. A small moan escaped the moment I came anyway. Trang continued to suck, her lips tight around my cock so that not a drop would escape. After she swallowed the last drop, we left the theater to continue at home. I don’t remember which movie it was. Another weekend we went to a remote place. An idyllic beach far from the tourist stream. It was off-season; we were the only tourists. The small beach in the bay was for us alone, the short tropical dusk would not be long in coming. I took off my trunks and went naked into the sea. Come too,’ I said desperately. Trang had already taken off her bikini and her bottoms disappeared into the bag as well. I watched my Vietnamese princess walk naked into the sea. Swimming naked felt somehow liberating.

We were having fun and watching some fish. I hope there are no dangerous animals,’ I said, ‘No way, just some fish. And a little shrimp,’ Trang teased, laughing at me. Just be careful, lady. That little shrimp could turn into a big sea snake. Trang just laughed and held her thumb and forefinger too close together. “Little shrimp, little shrimp. I pretended to be angry and walked towards her. Trang splashed me with water and walked away. I ran after her so that she could get away each time. I jumped at her from too far away, supposedly grabbed it wrong, and fell into the sea. Trang kept laughing and yelling “shrimp” and kept letting me get close enough for a fake attack. Of course, I finally got her. I held Trang from behind with one hand around her waist and the other on her breasts. “What did you say?” “Shrimp, shrimp. The little shrimp had turned into the sea serpent. Do I have to push you underwater as punishment? Trang felt in my crotch. The little shrimp has grown. We kissed each other. I turned her over so that Trang could wrap her legs around my waist. Her body slid over mine and I penetrated her without a problem. The light waves glided around us. As we fucked, we walked towards the beach. I held her like I did when we went from the shower to the bedroom our first night. I laid Trang on her back in the surf and lay on top of her. My cock in her pussy. We kissed, the sea water closing around our bodies and disappearing. Wave after wave, until we reached our peaks.

The project was over. I am very result-oriented, so there was much reason for joy. My feelings, however, were twofold. On the one hand, I was proud of the job we had done on time and on budget; on the other hand, it meant I had to start saying goodbye. Trang and I had many serious conversations. Our conclusion was simple: we chose each other. I was really happy that Trang was not in the office before I arrived and she wanted to go back to England. I would then try to do fewer overseas assignments and also go to the headquarters in London. Despite our intentions, this would take time for both of us and we could hardly see each other for the next period. With melancholy, I said goodbye to my colleagues in the office, and probably to Trang as well. We had one more night together and we wanted to make the most of it. She had left the office a few minutes earlier – we never left together so as not to be noticed – and thus arrived at the apartment earlier. I saw tears in her eyes and kissed her gently. Tears tomorrow, fun tonight. Okay? Trang’s face changed completely. I will fuck you all over. Typical Trang. One moment sensitive and sweet, then wild or like now flat and horny. My cock immediately started to throb. You won’t be able to cross your legs tomorrow,’ was my answer. Trang loved that kind of talk at the right time. Give me your delicious cock,” Trang said as she pulled my clothes off. In no time we were completely naked. I fingered her on the couch. We didn’t even take the time to go into the bedroom. Trang sat on me and took my dick in her mouth. Her pussy was hanging right in front of my mouth and a 69 followed. We stood up and I pushed Trang against the wall.

For a moment I felt her pussy with my finger, then I pushed my cock into her from behind. Trang was hanging on the wall with her hands and arms. Her buttocks were pushed back. I thrust into her. But I didn’t want to come like that. I pulled my cock out and told Trang to get on the floor. On her knees she took my cock in her mouth again and tasted her own cum. I put my hands on her head and started to thrust into her mouth, harder and harder. Trang didn’t stop me, I fucked her in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure. Keep going,’ she begged as I eased up a bit. I went even harder. I looked down. Trang looked at me horny. My cock disappeared deep into her mouth. I felt my ejaculation coming closer. I’m coming,’ I moaned and continued to thrust. Just before my orgasm, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and sprayed her face. Several jets followed. Counting down, I could barely look at her. My cum was all over her face. On her forehead, eyes, nose, mouth and chin. It dripped onto her breasts. Trang took my still hard cock in her mouth again and licked it. Trang cleaned herself up and we continued our wild night. The next day we said goodbye. Trang did not stay dry. We will see each other again soon, dear Trang,” I comforted her, although I knew that soon would be far too long for our feelings.