I had been in Pattaya for over a week. In that time I had been exposed to some of the wildest in your face overt female sexuality that I had ever encountered.

I supose it had to happen.

I had just left the hotel, and had been walking for may'be two minutes along the beach road when suddenly I became aware of a woman walking beside me. Men have a sixth sense when it comes to women. Their heads will swivel involuntarily at an attractive woman passing opposite, picking her out in an instant from a crowd of ordinary other-folk, zooming in like a predator to its prey. But this time I was the prey.

I hadn't even seen her, yet I knew that the woman keeping pace besides me was impossibly sexy. I was being stalked. There's no other word for it,nothinglike this had ever happened to me before, and somehow, I just seemed to know it instantly, psychically.

Suddenly she increased her pace just slightly and walked ahead of me, my eyes swivelled to her figure, and then popped out of their sockets. Even in the blazing heat of the one'o'clock afternoon, she was dressed in a tight black halter top, tight black shorts that exposed the lower half of her buttocks and knee high boots with three inch heels. She had long, lustrous black hair, reaching down to her shoulders, and her hips swayed hypnotically, my eyes powerless as they watched her every sway and sashay. I kept walking, swallowing, aware that I was sweating and not just from the heat.

Again, I knew I was being stalked, hunted. It was the oddest feeling, knowing something like that but not knowing what I should do exactly. I had the madly comical vision for the briefest of moments of me sprinting down the street being pursued by the insanestly sexy woman I had just about ever seen demanding sex.

Just as she had sped up to let me enjoy her gorgeous figure, the almost lyrical sexuality of her deliberate walk, she slowed down until once more she kept pace with me, and once more I knew that this was no coincidence. The testosterone within me had been taken to new and dangerous heights over the last few days, and suddenly I could think of nothing else but her body and her sex.

Once more she moved slowly ahead,and once again my eyes worshipped every shivering contour, every curve and line, the way that her skimpy clothes clung so tightly to he outrageously sexy figure. Again she slowed down, and this time moved in forthe kill.

'What you name?' She asked, walking besides me. By now I was dripping with sweat and anxiety, my shorts felt like they would burst, I could not get sex and her out of my brain.

'John' I said quickly, eyes kept rigidly ahead, don't look,then she'll go away battling with my insane all consuming desire to fuck her.

'Where you go?'

She laughed, it was already game over, even thought I didn't quite know it then and there.

'Um, newspaper, go get newpaper' I mumbled desperately and truly enough, but like a tongue tied teenager.

Suddenly she moved ahead of me, stopped and turned. I crashed into her. Immediately she pulled me close, her full chest squeezed against my knocking heart, hammering with excitement, somewhere deep down I had accepted the kill, all that was left was to play out what was left of the chase. She pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me long and deeply, one hand firmly behind my neck, the other checking my groin to confirm what she already knew she'd succeeded in doing. I was hers, she'd hunted well.

'$10 dollar. We go your hotel. Where is?'

There wasn't even a token effort of resistence on my part. Just total surrender to her body and to my lust for her.

'Where you hotel?' she took my hand and led me to the side of the road.

'Over there, Twin Palms hotel.' I mumbled.

'Come, we go, handsome man' she tugged me towards the hotel, and my heart beating so fast I thought it must explode, moved my legs willingly enough.

Five minutes later we were in my room, where she spent the next two hours enthusiastically fucking my brains out.

I had fallen, oh so far, from my ever dubious grace

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