I was on a flight from the UK to Australia where I was to work over the summer before starting university. My plane had a layover in Kuala Lumpur and I decided to spend a few days in the capital before flying on to Melborne. This was the first time I had really been abroad by myself and I remember the thrill of exploring a foreign city by myself; experiencing the sights and smells of an oriental city, eating tasting strange new cuisines, and watching the sun set over a foreign sky line of skyscrapers and rainforest.

By the last day I had already done all of the tourist traps and decided to try a small spa next to my hotel which I had passed every day but never gone into. I walked out of the air conditioned, marble floored coolness of the hotel lobby and out through the revolving doors into the hot, humid afternoon heat. It had recently rained, heavily as it always does in KL, and there was a heady mix of the sweat smell of wet grass. 

I then turned left and came to the spa's doors. I walked through into the small reception, covered with gold Chinese trinkets. I asked the girl behind the counter whether there was any body available for a massage. She told me yes and handed me a list of services and prices; I picked the most normal sounding, all over body massage 1hr. I handed over how many RM it was. She came out from behind the desk and took me through a beaded curtain into me into a small dark room with a girl sitting in the corner playing with her phone. The receptionist said something to her in I think Thai but am not sure.

She stood up and then they had a further quick conversation and then the girl gave me the most radiant smile I had ever seen, then gave a little chuckle, and before I knew it had taken my hand and was leading me up a flight of stairs. Now I have to at this point say that I was fresh out of school, I had never had a girlfriend and never really thought about sex. Before this point thoughts of a happy ending had never entered into my mind, but as she led me up those stairs, my heart started racing and I felt an erotic chill race through me as I felt the sickly smoothness of her hand around mine and how her behind move in her rhythmically in her tiny shorts. I followed her like this up two flights of stairs I think. We came to a brightly lit white corridor with rows of doors and she took me the the first one on the right. It was a dark turquoise room, with an air con unit, a small table covered with various bottles and a CD player, with towels underneath, and a blue mat on the floor. The only light came from a small red wall lamp with cast a crimson glow over the azure bed.

The girl, still with that grin on her face went over to the table, removed a towel and placed it over the mat. She then gave me a small pair of paper trunks and spoke for he first time - saying to remove everything, I think I remember her emphasising that word, and my flat on the mat; she would be back in a minute. She gave a little giggle and I had a look at the first woman I would sleep with, that I knew it at the time. She was quite a bit shorter than me, coming up to my shoulders I think (I'm just over six foot by the way if you're trying to visualise this), dark long hair which cascaded over her shoulders, and a cute face though I couldn't make much of the detail with the dimness of the room. She had a striped vest top on and I could she on her right shoulder a tattoo of a tiger staring right back at me. She left the room and I stripped, folding my clothes into a corner of the room. At this moment my heart was racing and dealt that same erotic charge running through me that I had on the stairs. I sheepishly pulled down my pants and put on the flimsy pair of paper trunks. I lay face down and waited, with my eyes shut for about a minute I think. I then heard the door open and a chink of light was thrown across the room. She asked if I was ready, and I sheepishly again said yes.

I laid with my head to one side, eyes closed, waiting breathlessly for the first touch of her hands. I heard her walk to the other side of the room, heard a clicking sound and soothing oriental type music start playing. Then a squishy sound I presume of her covering her hands with the oil. Then I a knee grace along my back, the two knees either side of me press in and then the touch of her hands on my lower back. She started quite strongly applying pressure, getting in between the muscles, pushing right from my pants up to my neck. I could hear the soft sound of skin on skin, and smell the flowery pungent fragrance of the lotion. She then stopped, and I could feel her move back, her knees coming into contact with my the sides of my stomach, and then my groin, at which I felt my dick give a sudden movement, then to my feet.

I felt her lean over and get more lotion, and then start of my legs, after the same as my back, pressing firmly into the muscle from top to bottom she then took her elbows and really pushed hard. It hear like her as she used the bone of her elbow to get right into the muscle, but it felt also orgasmic, and I could feel my dick getting rock solid. She then began softly going up and down with her hands, going beneath the pants and back out again. She did this five or so times, then I felt her stop and then I heard her rip the paper trunks, and she then stared massaging my buttocks, her sharp finger nails occasionally hitting my balls. At this point I was almost having a panic attack as I knew that I was about to have sex for the first time, and I felt an erotic rush of pleasure with the feeling of having my button massaged with warm oil and the exquisite pain of the finger nails in my scrotom. Then it came and she asked me to turn over. All my masturbatory fantasies came rushing back as I turned over and saw her kneeling on top of me, and I stopped breathing because of the the excitement. I laid down flat again, my penis fully erect and occasionally twitching, hitting the demon of her shorts. She then leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips, and I felt the hair fall from her shoulders and on to mine.

She then said "you want boom boom."

I just nodded at this point. She then leaned over to the left, her demon shorts slipping past the head of my erect manhood and I almost came then. She took a phone, typed something and showed it to me. I got up onto my forearms and saw the number 400. I understood and said yes, and started to get up to go and get my wallet when she smiled, motioned me to stay, reached over my pile of clothes, rifled through and found my wallet and extracted the payment. She smiled again, leaned down and kissed my lips again, and I noticed her perfume for the first time. She then stood up, still straddling me. I was at this time leaning forward on watched as she above me removed first her top, which she threw in the corner, and then her little demin shorts with her panties. I just lay there looking at her cunt, the first I had ever seen - those two bristled lips and above a small landing strip of perfectly shave pubes. 

She knelt back down, stranding my legs, reached towards the table, opened a drawer and took out a fool wrapper.

She looked at me, smiled, tore open the wrapper and put the condom on the tip of my cock. I watched as she slowly worked the yellow tube down my shaft. It was at once painful, unused to having some one peel it, but amazing as her delicate hands worked my shaft. She then, still kneeling over me, removed her only remained clothes, a purple bra, and then dropped it on top of my erect penis, draping it in the purple fabric. I can still remember the silky feel of it and again her sly smile as she removed it from my cock and threw it across the room.

Then she moved forward and leaned over me and lowered her self on to my cock. At first she missed, with my cock constancy twinning with excitement. I held it steady and she tried again and I felt her vagina glide over first the head, the the shaft. She leaned back and stated slowly moving up and down, only a short distance and then started faster and more vigorously up and down. I watched as her breasts heaved up and down, as she arched her back gracefully upwards, her eyes towards the ceiling, and biting her lip. I felt my cock tighten in her cunt. She then started to rock more, from side to side and I almost exploded then, but managed to hold on.

She stopped, leaned down, and drew me upwards so we were now face to face. She kissed my lips again, and then smiling again started pressing forwards and backwards against my cock. I then started to do the same, slowly at first, but soon faster and faster, glancing down occasionally to look at am cock bang her tight pussy, but then looking back up at her face - her eyes shut, still bitting her lower lip and now making throaty groaning sounds. Then she stopped, dropped down on to the mat, with me kneeling on top, her lying down. She took my shaking hands, and placed them on top of her breast, encouraging me to massage them. Then began slowly pushing her hips, up and down. At this moment all I felt was my tingling cock, wanting to explode in side her. Again I slowly built up, pushing in and out, until I was rapidly thrusting my cock back and forth faster and faster. I watched her face, her eyes now open staring at mine, still bitting her lip she let out higher pitched and louder moans, timed to the Durham of my thrusting. Then I felt a white heat in my bell end, and knew that I just couldn't hold back - I exploded. 

And that is how I lost my virginity. This may sound like The story of another European sex tourist in Asia, but this was different. The moment I entered that parlour I didn't know that this was to end with me finally having sex for the first time. And it wasn't just a quick shag, for me this was a sensual moment. That moment when I came I felt a moment of complete ecstasy, and it's if I felt my whole body drain and explode out through my cock. I haven't experienced anything like it since; the only time I can approach it is by my self, when I can close my eyes and visualise the scene - she lying there, my hands massaging her beautiful brown breasts, her faced screwed up in beautiful agony of orgasm, her high panting grunts, and her squirming shoulders, with beads of sweat starring to form on her shoulders, and that tiger tattoo staring at me while I exploded inside her.

I then slowed and gave a few last thrusts. She smiled again, but panting heavily. She drew herself up to face me, still interlocked, kissed my lips again, and slowly lifted her self from my cock. I looked down and saw my cock, red raw under the yellow plastic, with my foreskin fully back, and then little condom sack full of white liquid. I watched as she expertly held the tip of the condom with one hand and with the other hand slowly pulled it off my still throbbing hard on. It was even more painful than putting it on, with me unused to having my foreskin pulled back that far. I saw some hints of red in the cum, obviously blood from the violence of my thrusting. She removed the condom, stood up and I gazed at that beautiful, brown, slender body, covered in sweat, her bosoms heaving as she panted. She dropped the condom in a bin in the corner, then lay down next to me. And those were the most exquisite minutes I have ever spent, my arm outstretched beneath her, slowly stoking her right breast. She massaging my public hair, and I felt her breathing slowly returning to normal. Then she whispered questioningly "finished". I replied yes.

She stood up, I leaned forward and watched her dress, first her bra, then she covered up that beautiful cunt with her pants, then the rest of her clothes. She said she would wait outside for me to dress. She left.

I stood up dazed, and in a zombie type state dressed. I opened the door, blinded by the White light of the hall way:

"You enjoy"? 

"Yes thank you, that was ... great" 

"You here on holiday?"

"Yes I'm ..."

And then as we walked back downstairs we engaged in this small talk, me asking where she was from, Thailand, did she like Malaysia, yes but she missed her friends and family back in Phuket. 

Then we reached the bottom of the stairs, and then out of the blue hugged me, tightly, and in a more intimate way than any of what we had just done. I always remember that hug, it wasn't a sexual hug in any way, it was the hug of two people who have just had an amazing, emotional experience with who have now bonded over something more than mere animal pleasure.

She said goodbye, and I said goodbye. I walked through to the reception, my eyes even more blinded by the sunlight pouring through the windows. The receptionist asked me how was the massage, and again I came out with the pathetic adjective great, then I turned to leave. As I opened the door, I looked back to see the woman who I had just shared the most erotic moment of my entire life waving at me with that still same sly, sumptuous smile that lit up that dark space beyond the beaded curtain, I waved limply back and walked outside into the humid heat and then into the airconed hotel, up the lift into my room.

I don't remember what I did the rest of that day. I think I just sat on the balcony, had a few glasses of wine, and watched as evening fell on Kuala Lumpur.

So that is how I lost my virginity. It's odd writing now what I remember, the details that come back such as the feel of denim on my cock, the pain of my foreskin forced down my cock, the first smell of her perfume. But what I remember most is that smile, the rye smile that communicated a novels worth of words.

After writing that I thought I would feel cathartic, but instead I feel quite melancholic. I don't know why, perhaps be axis I know that that was the most connected I've ever felt to another person during sex, and I shall never be able to relive it. Anyway, will leave it there. I usually proofread every thing I write, but I won't with this, I don't want to have to read it again - it still just feels too raw.