After some quick fussing by the chambermaid in the room and haphazardly throwing my suitcase into the big closet, Airport Girl and I were suddenly alone there. And as gaga as I was over her cleavage, the prospect of a shower and some teeth brushing was foremost on my mind before I could even think about sex. A shave would have been nice too, but I figured that could wait until AFTER some sex! I promptly got the water too hot and nearly burned my dick off! OUCH!!!
While I was in the shower, AG made some sort of fuss, saying I had a visitor or something, that a friend was outside waiting for me. I put a towel on to see what was up, and it turned out that a very old friend from TJ, El Pelon from the old Jrssg (Mexico) board, was outside! I had known he was going to be in town when I arrived, and it was damned good to see him, but I was wearing a towel (a pretty sight, I’m sure!), and was soon to be a little busy, but we agreed to meet up in a couple hours at the pool to catch up on things.
She hit the shower after I did, and I had a few minutes dying of anticipation waiting for her to join me in bed. I still felt self conscious about not shaving, but figured it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. She joined me under the covers (Window unit A/C cranked at the Orchid’s old wing, VERY nice), and after a little light kissing, basically it was time for me to just hop on and do my business and pretty much just get my cherry lay of the Philippines over with. Her tits were indeed incredible, and her teenaged (19 she said) body felt AMAZING next to mine. And then there was her extreme SNUGNESS where it counts that pretty much drove me WILD. We never made it out of missionary before I purged myself of what was to be MANY, MANY loads with AG during this trip.
We kind of cuddled for a little while after that, couldn’t get the TV to work and had to call for assistance. I finally went in and shaved and showered again, and not too long after that we went at it for round two, and this time things were quite a bit steamier and I wasn’t like some 15 year old getting some tail for the first time and actually put AG through her paces. It began an amazing trend with her that made every single session seem better than the one before. It got better every single time, and beLIEVE me, we screwed like monkeys the whole time I was in AC. This was truly a gifted girl!!!
As the afternoon slipped away, AG told me that she needed to leave by 6 PM, and I said, hey, no problem. But as I definitely wanted to tap that ass again soon, I asked her if she could come back again tomorrow, and she said sure, what time? I didn’t really think too much, but figured some morning sex is always nice, and how ‘bout 7 AM? She had arrived to go to the airport promptly at 6 AM the day before, Epi had told me, and she readily agreed to come back at 7 the next morning. I kind of filed that away, but due to years of getting stood up by Mexican bar girls, I didn’t really fully expect that she’d actually keep her word.
I called Epi’s room and we agreed to meet back by the pool in a few minutes to make plans for the evening. I ordered some food at the Orchid before we went off to see the bars I had heard so much about. El Pelon and a friend of his met us at La Cantina (the Orchid Pool restaurant/bar where Epi and I would while away many, many hours ofver the next several weeks), and we all agreed that we’d meet up for some barhopping a bit later. El Pelon would bring his ‘wife’, he said, and to my amazement, he ended up hooked up with the same girl his whole trip and didn’t even do so much as a short time with anyone else! Must have been LOVE!!! This was to be our only opportunity to meet up for awhile as El Pelon and his friend and two girls were headed for a trip up to the mountains of Baguio the next day.
On our first venture out, Epi tried immediately to get me oriented as we walked out the front entrance of the Orchid, telling me ‘Fields that way, Santos this way’, but it would take me several days and a move to Kokomoz hotel to actually figure some things out for myself as to how to get around. Just call me Bud Jr! I hear Bud Light’s already taken…
We saw so many bars that night that they all seemed to run together in my head a bit. The first thing that struck me was the uniformed bikini look, which made it difficult for any girl to stand out in my mind. I also quickly noticed that there was no nudity in any of the bars. I guess I should have known that ahead of time, but it never dawned on me that things would be so outwardly conservative.
Our trip to Cambodia was the one place that really stood out for me that night, as they had two levels of girls dancing and what seemed to be a packed lineup around 8 PM. Girls were simply EVERYWHERE, an army of cute waitresses tripping over themselves trying to find us seats and take our drink orders, with another wave of dancers waiting at the back of the club while both the upper and lower stage were packed with chicks from the first shift of dancers. Unbelievable. Cambodia quickly became one of my favorite bars, though I only managed one barfine from here during my trip, and that came towards the end.
I had been told before that I would get a lot of attention in the bars because of my age (mid-30’s), and while there were very few customers in the bar when we entered, the amount of eye contact the girls onstage at Cambodia were making was VERY ego flattering. Epi said sometimes that was an illusion as they were just checking themselves in a back mirror, but there were no mirrors behind us that night! What an awesome feeling, that there were 30+ girls onstage all dying to meet me. Some guys would get overwhelmed by something like that, but stuff like that happens to me avery damned day here in North America…
We hit several bars that night, many I don’t really remember too well, as I was just following Epi around and saying, HEY, there’s ANOTHER BAR over here, right??? My brain was fading after a little while, though I didn’t have all that much to drink. I felt a little better after Epi got me a shwarma at a little place across from Cambodia, supposedly a Middle Eastern sandwich concoction that I guess would be like a gyro. It was damned tasty (and cheap – 65 pesos for a biggie), and Epi said the onions did wonders for my breath. It was the first of probably a dozen I’d have during my stay in AC.
I know we did end up at Camelot that night, and I was immediately impressed by that place too – it was big, and open, and also had a lot of girls onstage and an army of waitresses that I was told had come over from Volcanoand were waiting for the opening of Lancelot in a week or so. We ran into Epi’s amigas from the airport. They looked even better dolled up to work in the bar. Airport Girl wasn’t there that night, which was fine by me, as I was kind of determined to not be married so early on in my trip.
Epi went back to Treasure Island to pick up a girl he knew from before and who he had barfined earlier that evening after she had promised him some ‘extra special’ boom boom, and El Pelon and friend (Mr. J, from here on out) headed off with their dates, and suddenly sometime after 11 PM I was on my own walking Fields. The thought occurred to me that I wanted to see every bar on Fields that night, but I was feeling a bit rundown from all the traveling, and figured it would probably be time to barfine somebody and head back to the room.
I remember stopping in Geckos and taking a seat at the bar and trying to chat up the dancers in front of me. Of course the girl I immediately liked came right out and said she was a cherry girl (virgin)… This would happen several times over the course of my stay in Angeles, and Epi would actually give me pointers on ways to pick them out of the crowd.
I went into DMZ around midnight, and while there weren’t the best looking girls there, and the place was simply DEAD, the girls were so friendly to me as the only guy in the bar that I decided to sit down and have a drink. While the quality wasn’t the best in this place, there were a good 20 girls, and I think every single one of them must have come over and said hi at some point. Eventually I was bullshitting with a group of about four of them, and suddenly realized that with all the barhopping I had done that night, I had barely paid ANY of the checks, had signed for my food in the afternoon, and that I had virtually ALL of the pesos I had gotten for the day at the front desk of the Orchid (53-1 exchange rate at the Orchid desk the whole time I was there, 53.3 standard at the place next to Margarita Station for the first leg of my AC trip (pre-coup attempt), and that maybe it would be fun to spend some. So I asked the four girls in front of me if each would like a ladies drink, and they literally squealed from excitement. 500 pesos in one fell swoop! Big spender!!! ME!!! I LOVE THIS TOWN!!!
I had two dancers in front of me and two waitresses. Two of the girls were sisters and had the ID’s to prove it. I was having so much fun with all of them that it became obvious that I would end up barfining one, but choosing from the four was going to be difficult, and the two sisters were too nice for me to believe that a 3some with them would be any fun. I ended up with the cutest dancer, and she had a tight little teenaged body (19 according to ID), about 5-1, 95 lbs., cute little B cup tits and an underdeveloped ass that had my mind racing about what it would be like to have her spinning on my dick. I pretended to pick randomly, but when I picked her she jumped a little bit in excitement and her sister gave her a kind of ‘way to go’ look as I handed over that blue 1000 peso note and waited for her to change clothes.
I would go back several times to DMZ and my girl there would eventually end up texting me almost every day with some very sweet messages, but I’m not sure if I had any more pure fun in AC than I did that night with those girls just simply hanging all over me for the price of one drink each.
We got back to my room at the Orchid somehow (I think I followed the girl!), and after the showers we were soon in bed getting to know each other. The DMZ girl was pretty inexperienced, and didn’t even really know how to kiss. I tried to show her a little bit, but wasn’t really feeling up for a whole lot of sex lessons at this point of the evening. I was VERY tired.
She was shaved downstairs, and the stubble was quite rough as we ground our crotches together. I think I am in the minority on this one from talking to many of my fellow hobbyists, but a nice natural bush turns me on to an incredible degree, and in this case, the stubble actually HURT!
It didn’t take too long for me to pull her on top of me to put that little body to its best use, and again, for the second time that day, she was almost impossibly tight. I guess there is much to be said for 19 year old pussies, now isn’t there? While it took awhile to work myself all the way into her, after I got her bouncing all the way down onto my pole it didn’t take long to finish. It couldn’t have taken two minutes after that with her tiny body curled up into mine for me to drift off to sleep about 3 AM. Blissful sleep.
Until the phone rang at exactly 7 AM. OH SHIT!!! AIRPORT GIRL!!! “You have a guest in the lobby, sir”. TELL HER TO WAIT THERE!!!
All I could think about at the moment was OH SHIT!, and WHAT THE HELL DO I DO? I didn’t say anything to the groggy girl in my bed other than ‘be right back’ as I immediately threw some clothes on and headed out to the lobby to see an all dolled up Airport Girl, her promptness never to be doubted by me again.
She was pissed. “You have girl na?” she chided me. Yes, I said, sorry, I forgot you were coming. She started squirming in anger. I told her I would send the girl out if she still wanted to see me and would wait a couple minutes, or she could just go. She said she’d wait. Cool. I think. But now what to do with DMZ girl…
I walked back into the room and she was still looking asleep. I woke her and told her that I had to do something right away and that she had to go and that I was really sorry. I handed her (I think) 300 pesos as she was dressing (she actually did get up immediately) to ease my throbbing conscience, and two minutes later she was out the door. I waited 15 seconds or so and went out to get airport girl who was still seated on the couch parallel to the front desk.
We got into the room and I told her I was happy she was there, and apologized again for forgetting that she was coming. I then headed straight to the shower to remove any traces of the other girl before heading back to the bed in a towel. Airport Girl was already in bed wearing a towel, and we picked up immediately where we left off the previous afternoon and had some damned amazing sex, a pattern that always seemed to repeat itself the rest of the trip after she got pissed off about something or another. And I got pretty damned good at pissing her off!
So after 18 hours in Angeles, girl count was just 2, but 4 nuts and lil’ Porker was VERY, VERY happy.
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