A smile is but a smile.

Aor and I remain like that kissing for several minutes before the intensity of it becomes too much and she rises back up. Taking one quick look back up the street and seeing nothing she climbs towards me in the driver's seat. Passing her knees over the gear stick and coming to rest in my lap. My hands welcome her to me and I slide them along her warm thighs, up and around the back of her dress and cup her ass to me. She moans as I squeeze her firm cheeks and presses her hips against me with a groan.

“So wrong,” Aor moans as I kiss my way from her lips to the side of her neck. Sucking at her raging pulse point.

Her hands are intertwined in the back of my hair as she becomes increasingly ravenous. I’m becoming beside myself with lust. Aor’s hard insistent bucking movements on my crotch are feeling incredible and my cock is almost tearing through the fabric. I kiss her lips some more before I push her shoulders back far enough from me that I can see her upper torso as she rocks back and forth against me.

I pull at the fine spaghetti straps of her red dress and slide them down off her shoulders. I pull the front of her dress down as well as the cups of a large strapless bra. I reach in to feel Aor’s magnificent tits and it takes me a little while to realise that I’m feeling something warm and wet in my palms. I look down and see droplets of white liquid.

“Are you…” I don’t know how to ask. Producing milk? Lactating?

Aor gasps in surprise and goes to cover up from embarrassment. “I’m so sorry!”

“I don’t care,” I tell her and to show her exactly how much it doesn’t bother me I take one of her milky tits in my hands and start to suck on her hard nipples.

Aor’s moans in near orgasmic pleasure as I start to draw hot creamy liquids into my mouth. Swallowing each mouthful as they become full. I’m beyond fucking horny at this point. Sliding my hand between us, I reach under Aor dress that is bunched up around her hips and cup at her steaming pussy through a tiny triangle of knickers.

At my touch, Aor practically jumps up to hit the ceiling and declares, “No! We can’t!”

Aor is out of my lap in a split second and back in the passenger’s chair. She pulls her dress back into place and goes to recover her handbag from the floor well.

“Aor, I’m sorry,” I tell her. Genuinely regretful that I have overstepped her boundaries. I’d thought everything was going incredibly. Had I misread the signs with another Thai woman so badly?

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. There’s… complications,” is all she will tell me.

“Can I at least get your number? Can I see you again?” I ask desperately trying to rescue the situation.

“I’ll find you online. It’s easy,” Aor tells me and she is up out of the car without another word and all but running towards the house the man seemed to have gone into in her high heels.

I throw my head back on the headrest in exasperation and lament. Rubbing my eyes are the sudden serve this evening just took. She’d been right there practically humping herself against the bulge in my pants and then gone. Where did I go wrong?

I had the rest of the weekend to think about it and still could not come up with an answer. I didn’t hear from Aor, not that she had my number, nor did I hear from Piya which I thought was strange. She’d normally send me at least some sort of message after the state she’d been in on Saturday. I’d see her on Monday at Uni anyway and hopefully, she could tell me what happened. I probably shouldn’t mention anything about Aor and me just in case though.