Typical Pattaya experience last night: make firm arrangement to take girl home for the night. Confirm by text in afternoon, but at 9pm her phone is turned off and she has disappeared...
Was half expecting this, as she had been somewhat reluctant for me to pay her bar-fine in advance. Luckily I had a fall-back position, which was a girl I had met on my last trip. Not such a stunner that she was likely to be busy, so rolled up at her bar at 10pm on my bike. She hopped on the back and within 20 minutes was why reminding me why I had kept her phone number for 6 months. Lights out at midnight for a satisfying sleep. Ah, the rock'n'roll lifestyle!
Incidentally, I'm keeping very quiet about the absolute gem I have discovered. On my very rigorous scoring system she is hitting a 10/10, and I struggle to think how she could be better. Two ST's so far, and she will be warming my bed tonight . Gems can be found everywhere in Pattaya.
Have very serious plans to give up my day job, move to Pattaya and have her babies.
Actually no problem for me as I'm an early riser so we continued our session from the evening. Anyway, she wasn't going anywhere while she was nailed to the bed, and she was so sexy that there were no performance issues after a rude awakening.
I have two more days in Pattaya, so making plans for a visit to Devil's Den either this afternoon or tomorrow. Then again, if she really is away all day, then she won't have any problem with me bonking her friend who works in the same bar.
Two days: Where did all the time go? So many women and so little time...
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Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
The early morning departure of cute girl left me in a quandary: Devil's Den or hunt out a new girl. Decided on the former, but needed to recharge my batteries so I didn't make a break for DD until about 3pm. Rocked up at about 3pm to discover the shutters down and a note saying closed for minor repairs until tomorrow. Perhaps the girls were all watching the rugby, or perhaps one of the swings broke, pulling the ceiling down? Anyway, that solved my dilemma, so off it was to Soi 6, and a quick strol down to cute girl's bar, where indeed she wasn't but her friend was... However the friend was eating lunch, and didn't really hit the right vibe with me, so I made my excuses and moved on.
A few bars down I met another cute girl, with 'blonde' hair, who very kindly invited me in for a drink. Had my usual coke and she had her lady-drink (185Bht total), and conducted my short interview. Which is basically, 'you like kissing?'. I have found that those girls who are happy to DFK usually give a good service - at least one that meets my current needs for GFE. She said that she does, but not downstairs because there is a camera in the bar and she is shy. She had her hand on my cock as she was saying this. Hmmm, OK, and she did have a fit bod.
You can guess where this is going...
Upstairs, and a bit of a rush to get in the shower. OK, I guess I wouldn't want a fat sweaty farang groping me without a good scrub down. Then it was, 'Oh you very big, not put in pussy?' Right... Then in the shower she was reluctant to let me touch her, saying her hair might get wet... Back into the room, and a little preparatory fumbling before she says, 'Not kiss me there - only for boyfriend'. So much to her consternation, I thanked her for her time, and said it wasn't going to work, and started to put my clothes on.
She was quite shocked, but I was very polite and told her that because she had said 'no' to so many things, it wasn't going to work out. I was very happy to sacrifice the 300bht for the room, but she then insisted that she would get it back for me, and made me wait while she went down to see the mamasan. To no-ones surprise, mamasan refused any refund. OK, I said, up to you, but if you give me 200bht I'm happy, or (pointing at the name of the bar), I will put name of bar on internet. Now the girl goes inside and says, 'no problem, I give you money' When I realised that she meant from her own purse I realised this was all getting out of hand, so I went back outside and told mamasan I didn't want money from the girl, but if the bar gave me back 200bht then that would be OK. But up to her. She pulled a sour face, went back into the bar and gave me 200bht back. So i paid 285bht for 1 coke, 1 ladydrink, and 1 quick shower. Probably about right.
Luckily this is Pattaya, and a further short walk brought me to a bar with a cute girl dressed in pink, who looked as if she needed some company. Or money. Or both. A coke and a very short interview followed, with a quick practical examination to test the osculatory skills. Passed with flying colours, so with no further debate, straight up to loom (the little tart had a bacardi breezer, so the room + drinks was 510bht) and my tensions slowly eased away, along with some more of my precious bodily fluids.
She gets a 9/10, but only because I have had to recalibrate my scale, since she was actually better than cute girl #1 in that she clearly enjoyed it (almost) as much as me. She'll be warming my bed before the week is out...
Don't read this if you are easily offended.
Every evening I go for a run north along Beach Road out to Pattayagrad. The quickest way to Beach Road from my hotel is down Soi 6.1, lady-boy alley. I don't mind the catcalls and lunges on the way out, but coming back, barely on my feet, nipples bleeding, drenched in sweat and coughing up phlegm, I find it a little irritating. So when one made a grab for me, I stopped, turned round, walked back the two steps, said 'You want kiss me?', and gave her a great big hug. Then jogged on.
I can almost still hear her squeals of disgust. She is probably still hosing herself down in the shower.
Tonight's girl is a serious nutter. Met her in the BG, and asked her about ST. But she didn't want to do ST, only LT. She was very cute, and so I asked her price, thinking anything up to 2K would be OK. She asked 1K. I'm embarrassed. I told her I would only pay 1K if she would accept a big tip (sorry, guys).
Now back in loom, and deed done, she has hoofed it to the 7-11 wearing a bra, my dressing gown and my very large flip-flops. She's likely to get arrested.
I did find out why she wanted to stop at the pharmacy though Luckily such things don't trouble me too much, but the laundry service might be annoyed.
I suspect that this girl will stick like glue until my plane takes off.
And before you know it, it's all over. 1 night BKK, 4 nights Koh Chang and 6 nights in Pattaya. This trip was a good one, a very good one, I muse as I sink into a deep relaxed sleep.
My flight is at 8.40am from Suvarnabhumi airport, I've checked in on-line, my bag is mostly packed, Noki has already been paid and tipped well, and a taxi is booked for 5.30am. My alarm is set for 4.30am, giving me the option of a quickie with Noki, who has already given me a couple of fabulous sessions that evening.
I wake up, and glance over to Noki, who is sleeping softly, lying tangled up in the sheets, her smooth brown skin contrasting with the white sheets. Even without her warpaint she looks particularly lovely and inviting. Yeah, I think, why not?
I glance at my watch to check the time. How long have I got? I turn it upside down to read again. Must be broken? I climb out of bed and open the curtains to read it better in the bright daylight. The what?!!! ah yes, the bright daylight... 6.15am.
F***, f***, f***! (4 Weddings & a Funeral?)
I switch the light on, waking Noki, and drag my clothes on. I fling the few remaining things into my bag. No time for toothbrush, hairbrush, bladder. Check the safe, check the wardrobe, check the room. Downstairs, Noki (quickly dressed) and into the lobby. 'Check-out!', and then 'Taxi here?'. 'Yes, he wait outside'. 'Why didn't you call me?' 'Ah, room 604, I thought he say 704. Sorry.' So some poor sod got woken up at 5.30am and offered a free taxi ride to BKK The hotel want to check out my room, but I know there is no damage and no extras, so I rush outside.
Run out to taxi, but no driver! OK, he is sleeping in the cab. Bag in the boot, and it's 'To the airport, stout fellow, and don't spare the horses!'
I'm in the taxi and we're off by 6.22am. Wind down the window to say fond farewell to Noki. She did indeed stick like glue from last night, but in a nice way She's given me her email address as she had her phone nicked the other day, and I will write to her.
Mt Ping is a good man, and he puts his foot down. I'm tracking the journey on my Blackberry gps and after 30 minutes or so, I realise that we're going to make it. Arrive at airport for bag-drop at 7:40am precisely... Through immigration, security, 10 minutes in the lounge grabbing breakfast, and in the air 2.5 hours after waking up.
Last edited by mouse30; 10-19-2011 at 02:30 AM.
Nearly a nasty accident. Sorry you missed your farewell party with Noki, but it could have been very expensive otherwise.
Got to say it could never happen to me because my final day is usually spoiled by regular phone calls from the wife making sure I am on schedule. "Where are you now? Have you checked out yet? What time is your cab? Are you in the cab yet? Are you at the Airport yet? Have you checked in yet? Have you cleared border controls"? Then finally after all that, "Phone me if you miss your flight".
I don't know what is worse, leaving Thailand, or the barrage of phone calls that tells me I am going back to the real world?
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