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AIRPORT & ARRIVAL: Changi International - What an airport - Arrive in the evening to board 412 to BOM - Pick up my BP and head to the gate since there is little time to hang around in the lounge. The boarding is orderly, the flight attendants charming and smiling - [ I wish I had one of those
] I have a pre-takeoff flute of champagne and settle down with my reliable Bose headphones. The gentleman assignd the window seat arrives, and wants to change his seat to sit next to his companion. The nice guy that I am, I agree to move. The flight time is little over 5 hours non-stop. I skip the meal, even though it looks good and settle for the dessert and an extra-large scotch. I wake up as the PIC announces final descent into Chattrapati Shivaji International Airport (BOM). The problem with BOM is that all flights from EU as well as SIN/BKK arrive late at night - A slight delay by one or two and they get bunched up, creating a mess at the immigration -- hugh lines. It took me an hour to get past immigrations and customs-baggage scan. It's past midnight, it's hot and I cannot find my pickup. The exit in BOM has to be the most intimidating- tons of folks jam the narrow curb awaiting friends & family. I finally locate the guy sent by Marriott to pick me up - He has to wait for another passenger also arriving on SQ412. A quick ride from Airport to JWM - The lobby is grand - with a 24hr CoffeeShop down the grand staircase. My local contact had negotiated a very good rate for the top floor - USD90 including everything. Since I'm quite beat - I get to my room and promptly fall asleep.
DAY 1: I am driven to the Conference Centre, where I have to give a talk - The place is swarming with technocrats and upcoming business leaders. The whole day is spent at the Centre. I come back and meet up with a couple of locals - We go to a restaurant nearby, famous for seafood. The wine is terrible, so I settle for local indian whiskey. The crabs are delicious though spicy. One of the person in the group offers to show me the nightlife -- I wink and pass
- maybe after a panel discussion the next day; which I am chairing. Heading to the hotel I discover that it houses a night-club with dancing. DAY 2: After the panel discussion, I'm free and visit an old friend of mine, who heads up the local branch of a MNC (Multi National Corporation). In the afternoon I decide to take a walk down to the Juhu beach nearby - I was approached by folks offering girls to my hotel as well as take me to places - Somehow it did not look very safe. In the evening, my local contact arrives with his driver and offers to go "places". I faked reluctance, and then relented. We went to two "clubs" which had some cover charge (I do not know how much since he was forking up the money) I was the only non-local patron which spooked me no end even with a local with me. Few drinks later, I was back in the hotel -
Bored and nothing to do - I ventured into the nightclub in the hotel - Feeling safer, I ordered a drink, there were a lot of couples and people in groups - Once my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting - I noticed a few girls sitting in groups. I spotted another non-local guy, and started chatting up with him, a swiss bloke who has been staying in the hotel for over a week - we started talking to a group of gals who were standing in the corner, after about half-hour of shouting into each others ears due to the high noise level - I asked a 20something gal on to the dance floor. My offer to go someplace quiet and have a drink was politely refused. Finally the swiss bloke motioned that we leave - On my way out I asked this gal to call me next day and gave her my room number.
We stepped out of the hotel, talked to a parked cab-driver about taking us - Karl (not his real name) is a slick-dude - He knew the ropes better that I - We hop into the cab and head to Versova (sp?). We walk with the driver to a building complex, up the stairs to an apartment - We sit in a living room, and a madame intimates through the driver a rate of INR 5000 for ST. We both turn it down, and ask to see the girls before deciding - three girls appear from inside the apartment, and a knock on the door, and four more come in. All in their early 20s, 6-7, some plump, some skinny. A 5'-1" lass catches my eye. Not wanting to look enthusiastic, I tell the madame that I was only interested in taking one back to the hotel for an over-night. We settle for INR 10,000. With a bit of reluctance, she agrees and I make my pick, and the fellow from GVA picks one too. [ This is the first time in many moons I have hooked up with a unknown punter outside the country ] Money to be paid upfront. All the girls vanish, and the two come out 10 minutes later dressed quite elegantly, I must admit.
Back in the room, I asked her to make her self comfortable while I took a quick shower. I come off the shower, make polite conversation and start playing slowly with her hands and fingers, progressing to take her in my arms. I pulled off her T-shirt, encouraging her to remove my bathrobe, and in the process helped her off her jeans. I offered her a piece of maxim's chocolat. Eased off her bra to release her ample boobs. A slight dissappointment set in as I noticed them droop and sightly disproportionately sized nippled. It was past midnight and I was determined to make the best. I paid her compliments on the pair of beauties and her lovely lips. Her skin was amazingly smooth and without scars or tatoos. JonThomas was eager to be let out; so I proceeded to lead her to the bed. Few more minutes of foreplay and I was ready. When I was done - I asked her if she wanted something to drink ?
"I'm hungry" - So I get dressed and take her down to the CoffeeShop - So small a frame, and so large an appetite !!!! The coffeeshop is packed and I spot from the corner of my eyes the same bunch of girls we had met at the hotel club. I come back to the room, undress her, and go off to sleep with a warm cuddly cutie-pie by my side.
DAY 3: I wake up in the morning raring to go. As I see the lass sleeping, I notice how her nipples had shrunk to normal - Or was I tired and horny the night before that everything seemed out-of-proportion ??? I get up, brush,shave and shower. Retrieve the newspaper from the door - Read up on the cricket news.
She wakes up, taking her own sweet time, rolls over and snuggles as I begin to energize her engines. Getting up from the bed and after what seems like eons, she comes back with a warm handtowel and cleans up JonThomas and in one fell swoop engulfs in it her mouth. No amount of gentle nudging helps - It is BBBJTC all the way to the boundry for a six
Then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips, probing for a DFK - I obliged She blurted out that she had never had a European fella, and that I tasted good - Bullshit !!! I tell her to put on her T-shirt and jeans, and we go to the complimentary B/fast set up a floor below. She ate like a starved teenager. She showered and dressed and I gave her INR 200 to cover auto-fare and incidentals.
I catch up on bbcworld - Tony is feeling the heat back home - French are being French - and Shane Warne tests positive on the second sample too. Oh! Well. The phone rings, it's the gal from last night - An hour and fifteen on the phone, we chat and cover much ground and begin the sham game - finally she agrees to come over - She's a College gal staying in a hostel (dorm) fun-loving party animal.
She arrives in the afternoon - around lunch time - I take her to the buffet lunch at the CoffeeShop, which was not a bad spread of dishes - she stays through the night, the next; and on till my flight back to Heathrow the next night. She dropped me off at the airport.
Since she was a non-pro fun loving gal, I refrain from describing the quality time we had together - I asked her why she declined the first night ? Simple, she did not want and plan to dump her hostelites (dorm-mates). BTW, while she was around it cost me a pretty penny [ buying her clothes,perfumes,A/C cab-rides and sundry. ]
DEPARTURE & AIRPORT: We have one last interlude, I checkout at midnight, we head over to the airport - Public displays of affection are rare in India - However, my gal decided to ignore it - I gave her one big-lingering one, and entered into the terminal and onto BA 138.