Collapsing during foreplay would ruin any chance of hooking up with Sukhon again. One of a dozen thoughts swirling around inside Matt as sleep deprivation continued to press on his eyelids like a pair of weights. Yet asking her to leave would send the wrong message. Maybe he was reading too much into Sukhon’s interest. Matt’s body grew warm. But he wasn’t a hormonal teen either.
Taking a chance and deciding it would be one heck of a conversation starter Matt found the porno again. Just holding the DVD and looking at the poor quality photocopied cover with a cum-covered and dark-skinned Thai woman felt dirty and sent an arousing thrill through his spine. “Can’t read the title, but is this anything you recommend? Anything with subtitles?”
“Hung Thai Ladyboys 3. No subtitles but can translate. Help me practice English, though it mostly ‘Ahhha’ and ‘Haa-haaa’.” Her broken English and accent sounded far cuter than her harsh grandma. Matt knew that was his cock mostly talking after hearing her moan. The already radiant and shy smile he had seen in the lobby had grown, even if her nervousness was betrayed in her idle fingers playing with the case. “Story not good as five. But DVD in other room with sleeping occupant.”
Guess Matt was obvious about how tired he was by Sukhon offering him an out. She had said also Ladyboy, and unable to help acting on it while lacking any subtlety to distract from how his eyes fell to her skirt-covered crotch. Swallowing, but not turning away when she reached out to shift her scarlet lace panties. A shiver of fear ran through both Matt and Sukhon as they each gauged the others reaction to the pulsing cock resting against her clean-shaven crotch.
Matt groaned with the tightness in his underwear became unbearable. The spiking pressure easing slightly as he rose from his haunches, then further after revealing his aroused manhood. Leaving it throb and hang straight in the air while he undressed. Thinking of himself as reasonably fit and attractive, Matt hoped Sukhon would think the same as he exposed his lean athleticism and pulled his shirt above his cropped and light brown hair. Matt reached down to grasp the shaft with his finger and held it steady. The adrenaline he felt wouldn’t last, but that felt secondary to the giddy anticipating building behind the base.
“Really don’t take this the wrong way, I’m gonna fall asleep in ten minutes. But give me a few hours and I’ll be up for anything... unless you’d rather not wait that long… I’ve never been with a–”
“–a ladyboy. I don’t mind.”
Her permission was enough to send another jolt through his engorged and swollen cock. “Yeah. A ladyboy.”