Trip Report
Outside Thermae Bangkok, April 2003

I had been in BBK for a few days, back from Pattaya and fairly tired from all the activity Pattaya has to offer. After a late afternoon nap at the Ambassador I was feeling frisky and decided to head out to check email and whatever other offerings Bangkok was ready to present to me that evening. It was already after 10 and I didn’t want to lose the entire night although time seems to take on a different relevance in Bangkok. Nights are some how not so late and mornings never so early.
I went to Internet Express outside the Soi 11 Beer Garden, and visited my favourite internet helper Nui. A great girl struggling to make a living out of the Internet café business and translating lies for Thai girls to send to their Tiracs. She is real sweetie, not attractive, overweight but with a big heart and a real desire to help, Thai or farang, anyone who needs to solve a problem, Nui is there for you. We chatted and she gave up her workstation to me as all the others were in use. After about 20 minutes, I logged out and went into the beer garden for a beer and a bite. The band had been playing playing for three hours and I was far enough to the back of the place, closer to Soi 11, so I could hear the wait staff and the other conversations that might come my way.

I watched a couple play out a familiar scene in front of me as I waited for my food and sipped beer from the jug I had bought. I took the couple to be German from their appearance and the sounds that I could hear amongst the ambient mix of discordant noises floating in the air. There was an argument of some sort brewing between them but since I speak very little German I could not tell what it was about even though I had my own thoughts about the origin. She was a very good looking woman, fit, excellent figure, in good shape, attractive Nordic features, blonde hair blue eyes. He could have been her brother in similar looks but brothers and sisters tend not to fight like this. She was upset over something, he was non plussed, whatever it was. As her features shifted and her tone changed her anger heightened. He was unemotional in his response. Their food arrived as the discussion progressed. He ate, she refused to touch anything. He was drinking beer but appeared very sober, she was mixing something with soda. She drank but did not touch the food as he ate and looked at her but did not raise his voice. Her emotions turned from anger to sadness and I could tell she was starting to cry, He did not respond, but kept eating. She got up and walked away from the table. He made no effort to stop her and kept at his food. In about three minutes she returned but did not sit down, from a standing position, she took her drink and downed it, spewed more harsh words at him, turned and walked away. I could see him directly across from me now, he finished his food, reached across the table and began eating what the waitress had placed in front of what was now her empty seat. I watched some what amused, and like him, waited for her return. The band took a break, I sipped my beer and enjoyed my meal of Tom Yum, rice and morning glory. I watched as his comfort slowly shifted. The longer she was gone, the more uncomfortable he appeared. He ordered another beer and still she had not returned. In my head, I tried to fabricate the story that had caused the split. I was certain it was about Thai women and sex. He enjoyed the attention of the girls in “sex alley”. It was hard not to take a step anywhere along Sukhumvit between Soi 4 and Soi 23 and further, and not be aware of the traffic in flesh surrounding you. He either wanted her to entertain another lady in their company or they were arguing about another lady they had already had. Either she liked it too much or she didn’t like it enough, I was not sure on that one. But he was without compassion in respect to her response and the less he responded the angrier she had gotten until now she was gone. As the reality of the fact that she might indeed be really gone, in trouble, or perhaps out having fun without him, his expression turned all the more. After another 20 minutes I could see the total exasperation in his face that she had not returned, hi-lighted with a touch of panic. He called for the bill , paid and left. As he exited, his pace was telling. This guy was nervous.
I wondered where she had headed out to and would loved to have had a chance to talk to her about it, but they were both gone. Perhaps I might run into them later in the evening, I really didn’t know.

After an hour of chatting up a few cruise by ladies looking for company (mine? or should I say my wallet?) and refusing their nice invitations I decided to walk down to Soi 7 and have a beer in the garden. I was greeted by a lady I had talked to several times but had never taken out of the bar. Her name was Lek, she was older than what I like in a lady but she spoke excellent English and had a great attitude. I had chatted with her on numerous occasions and she always asked me why I didn’t take her. I always had a joke for a polite excuse, bottom line was she was not really appealing to me. She had big tits which I can take or leave and in fact I am partial to smaller breasted women. I like a tight hard body and she was softer than I care for. Perhaps great comfort on a cold Canadian night but this was Thailand and I wanted to stay with the workout program. I bought her a beer and she told me more of her story. How hard life is in Thailand, the no good butterfly Thai husband that she eventually left, the kids she had to support, a story I swear is written as a script that they have to memorize and recite before they get their licence to work in the bar. The only part missing was the motorcycle accident. But the thing was, it was told with laughter and humour, no self pity, no remorse and lot’s of joking I between. We had another beer together and the crowd started to thin out.
“Why you don’t take me tonight?” she laughed and pushed her soft breasts into my arm. “I take care good you”.
“Well,” I said, “you smoke?”
“I no smoke, you mean cigarette?”
“No, smoke cock” I smiled.
“I no do” she frowned.
“And that’s why I no take you” I smiled back.
She thought for a moment, then turned to me almost serious and said
”OK, for you I try.”
I thought about that for a moment. It was as close to anything virginal I was going to find in this bar and the crowd was very thin now. I took a long look at her features. She might have been very pretty years ago, now she was attractive for an older woman. She had told me she was 42 and I was not sure to believe her or not. Then, still not sure why, maybe compassion, maybe the joy of teaching her how to blow me ( although I was sceptical that a girl could be working at her age and not smoke), maybe that her English made it easy to talk, for whatever the reason, I agreed. She beamed at me and I thought about that story that if you swing at a thousand pitches you eventually hit the home run. I had been telling her no, no, no, every time she had asked me and now I had said yes. Suddenly it occurred to me I had been hooked and I smiled at the thought of who was running the show.
We went back to the hotel. Showered together after a short argument, of course she wanted to shower alone, but eventually I won that one. She was soft, big tits, fleshy but not fat. Definitely a big girl, bigger than I had been banging for a long time. Well, a change is as good as a rest I thought and we towelled down and headed for the bed.
I was not excited to say the least, but I was willing to give the girl a chance and see what she could do. The answer was not much. She wanted first to back out of the deal that she would try.
“Why you like that?” she wanted to know. “ Cock for fucking”
“ I enjoy it” I said, “now try. Put it in your mouth and suck, softly.”
Well, she did, a bit of gagging, a lot of faces which really took the edge off the whole trip. After about what felt like an hour but was really about 5 minutes I could see she certainly did not have her heart in, even though I was now hard. I mean really, is there such a thing as a bad blow job? Granted some are fantastic but even a bad one is not that bad compared to no head.
I wasn’t thrilled, but I though, may as well fuck her and se how she responds. I put on a rubber myself, something I had been not used to doing, the girls always seemed to enjoy doing it for me, and mounted her.
Now one of things I love about fucking Thai girls is that even if they do not like it, most f them should get academy award nominations for the best supporting actress in an action movie. Not Lek. I would not say she was starfish, but she was not far from that pond. After a couple of minutes of banging her, I pulled out.
“Why do you do this for a living?” I asked her. “You don’t really seem to like it”
“What I can do?” she smiled.
I looked down at my still wrapped but somewhat softened cock. Blood on the condom and on the sheet.
“ Shit” I cried out.” You should be on the rag”
“Aieee, solly solly, I men, solly solly” and off she scurried to the washroom.
After she finally came out and I told her to get dressed.
She had a very long face.
“ You no like me, you want me go?”
“I like you fine and yes, I want you go now”
She dressed with a real frown on, as if she could not understand what was wrong. Was I missing something here? I gave her 500 baht for what had been about 45 minutes of her time, and without a smile, she walked out the door.
Hell I thought, this is not what I had in mind for tonight. I looked at my watch on the dresser, it was 1:45. Hmm, thermae would be getting out by the time I showered, dressed and walked up the street and into the shower I went.

It was exactly 2:05 when I stood in front of Thermae that night. There were about 25 girls hanging around the steps and as many punters looking for something as well. I didn’t like the odds of finding something to my liking. Then off to the end of the line, almost down by the hoarding next to the entrance, out of the corner of my eye I saw something very fresh looking. Knowing the odds I was up against I stepped right over to her and asked her if she was waiting for me.
She looked like she might have been 17 or 18 and I made a mental note to look at her ID before we left the scene. She was very pretty and young in appearance. I can still hear her voice today to that question I had asked her if she was waiting for me.
“Fifteen hundred, go home fi o’clock” she murmured.
I thought maybe she might be drunk or stoned, she almost sung the words, like a chant, like it might have been the only English she knew.
“You have to go home?” I asked.
She repeated the song. “Fifteen hundred, go home fi o’clock”
“Five O’clock?” I asked.
She nodded, then sang, “ Fi O’clock”
I thought 1500 a bit high for a short time from Thermae but as I looked into her eyes I knew that for a difference of 500 baht I was not going to let her get away.
“OK, we go” and she took my hand,
Immediately it was the girl friend experience. She leaned into me and walked along beside me like she had been with me for 10 years. I didn’t even try to talk to her, I just kept thinking about what she looked like naked.
When we got to the hotel I asked the security guard to check her ID card. He told me she was 25 according to the card and I told him to hold onto it since I did not know here and she was a freelancer. I had no idea where she came from or if I would ever see her again.
In the room. She took off her clothes and I thought to myself you lucky bastard. Because you were so nice to that old broad and tried to give her a chance this is your reward! She was perfect! Small tight firm breasts, tiny waist, lovely soft from ass, a mound of black between her legs covering the object of my affections, I could hardly wait. She asked me if I wanted to shower with her and I told her I had just showered before leaving the hotel 20 minutes ago. Surprisingly, she did not object and went in alone and was out in 5 minutes and into the bed. The speed of the shower time also came as a shock, being accustomed to that process taking 10 minutes or more.
I held her in my arms, caressed her, kissed her and then slid between her legs. Honey never tasted so sweet. I had no idea how long she had been working but I understood what drove men to make crazy decisions in their life. This had to be the sweetest pussy I had had the pleasure to eat since I was a teenager. Even better, she liked it and responded with moans and sighs.
After a delicious feast, I put on a condom and entered her. Tight and responsive, she thrust back at me, wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in with everything she could. I banged her like that for what seemed a really long time, turned her over and fucked her from behind. At one point, she turned around and said to me again.” Fi o’clock, go home”
I had to restrain myself from laughing, I wondered if she had to be back for work, her husband, her family, her kid….and then I just looked at her ass and started humping her again.
Her asshole, which I could see quite clearly, didn’t look as tight as I might have expected a girl with her looks to possess. I figured, what the hell. Without asking her, something I rarely do, I pulled out of her pussy and pushed it against her ass. It went straight in without any resistance from her back door muscles or her mouth. She never said a word, just kept moaning and pushing back against me. Bingo I thought to myself. Some ties you win, sometimes you lose, tonight I had both.
I fucked her for about 2 and 1/2 hours and as 4:30 am approached I came for the first time. I thought about resting and giving her another round but I could tell she was spent. I was a bit concerned that she was going to fall asleep I had worked her so hard but she never said a word. I gave her a gentle nudge and told her if she wanted to be home by5 she better get going.
She got up, showered and dressed and when she was ready I asked her if I could take pictures of her. She didn’t object. I wished I had photographed her naked in hindsight. I gave her two thousand bath for being such a good sport and she gave me a big hug, kiss and a smile, opened the door and walked out of my life.
I fell into the bed thinking to myself, I love Thailand. Enjoy the photos, she is a beauty.

Photos: Pom

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KennyG, interesting post? With a couple of questions?

Why, would you settle for a 42 y/o in the first place!

And, why didn't you get some "oral" from Pom?

Just some arkane observations from me, who is on his way to SP/Rio tomorrow.

Why, would you settle for a 42 y/o in the first place!

Thought I answered that in the post. Quoting myself:
"I thought about that for a moment. It was as close to anything virginal I was going to find in this bar and the crowd was very thin now. I took a long look at her features. She might have been very pretty years ago, now she was attractive for an older woman. She had told me she was 42 and I was not sure to believe her or not. Then, still not sure why, maybe compassion, maybe the joy of teaching her how to blow me ( although I was sceptical that a girl could be working at her age and not smoke), maybe that her English made it easy to talk, for whatever the reason, I agreed"

And, why didn't you get some "oral" from Pom?

I did, of course, just left that detail out of the story. But if you are in BBK and see her, trust me, she gives good head, mai pen rai. More memorable for me was her vocal tone singing to me that at 5 o'clock she had to go home, of course in a way that only a Thai girl can lilt and speak Thiaiglish.

Quite the literary effort, Kenny. Very well-written. I too once bagged a gem outside the Thermae. I was walking up the stairs and little Noi was just walking down. I took one look at her and stopped in my tracks, something that usually happens when I have a beautiful spinner on my radar screen. She stopped and the negotiations began. We negotiated ST but it turned into LT and one of the best nights of sex in my life. She still ranks in my top ten.

Sounds like we share similar tastes. Love to see a photo of Noi just in case it is the same Noi I found in that vicinity. She brought her friend along since I was having such a hard time deciding which one to take. Can not recall her name now but the friend turned out to be dynamite in bed and really enjoyed it, or else she was up for an Academy Award!

Bkk girls never cease to amaze me . . .

I think I've seen 'Pom' around, not sure, but anyway my thing is that GFE experience and as your post shows it is so available in Bkk. I'm off to Buenos Aires (a holiday from Thailand??) on 24/06 and if I get half as good as I can find in Bkk then I'll be more than happy.

The last girl I met in Thailand stayed with me 6 months. Just like that. She was a newbie, we clicked and she stayed right by my side from then on. We travelled to Sing, and KL, plus in Thailand together. I had to return to the UK for business and didn't know how long I'd be or when I'd return, so we parted.

I should say that speak, read and write Thai to a basic standard, which is very important. Newbies obviously do not speak any English.

The mongering side of Thailand is well reported but other great opportunities abound.

By the way, my girl never, ever mentioned money. She was 100% trustworthy. Of course I took care of her, she had been working in Bangkae in a sewing factory and used to send her parents Bt1500 per month so I did that for her each month plus I opened an account and made regular monthly payments into it. I'd love to dress her up but she would always shyly refuse clothes costing over her usual budget.

I've been around, know the score and don't get taken in easily, esp in THAT part of the world - as so many do. But hey! find a good one and those Bkk girls are just amazing.