My first morning in Angeles and I was too wired to go back to sleep after finishing round 3 with Airport Girl, and completely giddy about my stay so far. I called Epimetheus about 8:30 to see what he was up to. Sleeping was his response (he instituted a ‘don’t call me before 10 AM’ rule after this!), but that he’d meet me at La Cantina by the Orchid Pool for breakfast in a few minutes. I offered AG some breakfast, but she almost never was hungry the whole time she was with me and would almost always refuse food, preferring to either go home (rarely), stay in the room alone, or sit there at the table with me and not eat.

Epi and I got a table and began what would be a daily tradition of a loooong breakfast discussion about the night before and how things were going on the trip together. Epi is one of the most outgoing people I think I have ever met, and I am almost the complete opposite until I get to know someone. But our breakfast discussions were damned lively, as Progman has noted, sometimes GROSS, a little too LOUD, though I doubt we could say anything to shock the awesomely friendly staff at the Orchid, and in all seriousness, one of the great highlights of my trip.

On this morning after filling me in on the details of his so-so time with the Treasure Island girl, he filled my head with details about just about anything and everything about Angeles. He mostly talked and I mostly listened, trying to soak up any knowledge that he’d send my way. I’d like to think I learned quickly, but while I was new to AC, I wasn’t new to bar girls, and I had an excellent mentor while I was there in AC so it was easy to learn.

I told him of my fun at DMZ and the extreme panic I got when Airport Girl showed up right on time that morning making me throw the overnight girl out of bed. This wasn’t half as entertaining as listening to Epi’s stories, though, and on top of that, watching him flirt and joke around with the Orchid pool waitresses was hilarious! I wish I could bullshit half as well as that guy!

BTW, the breakfast buffet at the Orchid is one of the best deals in AC, and the food is pretty good. In addition to the various prepared meat dishes and fresh fruit, they’ll make eggs and/or omelettes to order and you get juice and milk with your breakfast. And it’s only 150 pesos.

We stayed at the pool area seemingly all morning, but did get an early start to barhopping that afternoon. Before leaving to go barhopping I tried to dismiss Airport Girl, but she simply said she was tired and wanted to sleep. She also said she wasn’t going to work that evening. I told her she was welcome to stay, but as I was going to be gone for several hours, I fully expected her to leave while I was gone. Of course I hadn’t paid her anything yet, and that may be one reason why she ended up sticking around!

Afternoon barhopping in AC was a lot of fun, but most bars don’t open until 2PM. There always seems to be SOME kind of action available on Santos St., AKA ‘Blow Row’, however, and Epi walked me around a couple of the places there and showed me a couple dos and don’t’s (Billyboy bars). The idea of 500 peso (less than 10 dollars) short times (two hours, if you choose to keep the girl that long!!!) sounded good to me, but I was more than a little put off about the dingy appearance of the ‘bars’ on Santos. I have seen nicer abandoned singlewide trailers! While in Mexico I usually have no problem feeling comfortable in even the most sublime locations (try going to the Saltillo Zona sometime!), but THIS was pretty low, IMO. I would later have some very good times with Santos girls, but my first impression was that it was a HELLHOLE to be avoided at all costs. Ahh, isn’t it fun to be a cherry boy?

As was the pattern from the night before, the details of that afternoon barhop run together in my mind, as I was merely following Epi from place to place and not really paying much attention where we were going. The usual MO was to go in, take a seat at the bar and start gabbing with the girls dancing onstage. In some bars the girls were receptive to the attention and it was a lot of fun, and in others they just stood around looking bored in their bikinis and if someone’s looks didn’t knock you out it was time to move on to the next one. The girls in most of the bars, though, were extremely friendly, and the whole time I was in Angeles it seemed that there was an extreme lack of customers.

While I was having a good time gawking at all the bars we went to and all the girls onstage, as I said above nothing really stood out for me about the afternoon places that day. Until we got to Voodoo, that is. There is absolutely nothing special about Voodoo. It has the same layout and the same type lineup of girls and plays the same music and offers the same drinks as at least 10 other bars on Fields do,many of which have the same owners, the Kokomoz group. But immediately after we were seated, I saw a girl onstage that I simply found incredibly hot. She was VERY skinny (and will hereafter be referred to in this report as ‘Flaca’) and had kind of wild short hair, and while her tits were small (like the rest of her), they filled out her little short Voodoo top just enough to be VERY sexy. I simply couldn’t take my eyes off her. It didn’t hurt that she looked similar to some Mexican chicas that rank high on my list of all time beauties.

But I didn’t call her down immediately from the stage because I was so intimidated by her looks that I simply presumed that she would have an attitude. That fear eased a bit when she seemed to be having fun onstage clowning around while dancing, so eventually I did decide to call her down and she greeted me with a hug and a big smile, and second later was bouncing on my lap! NICE TO MEET YOU, BABY!!! Her lady drink arrived and we started to get to know each other a little bit, and the whole time she was very flirtatious, letting me peek down her blouse any time the urge struck, and eventually even got to suck a little bit of her small but beautiful tits. She certainly didn’t seem to have a stuck up princess complex to me!

Meanwhile, Epi was involved in a serious game of grabass with another girl while seated right next to us. The girl was squealing and rolling around on the floor and then coming back for more while the WHOLE BAR watched with mouths wide open in shock, maybe horror! Epi, I would learn, had taken the game of grabass with bar girls to an art form. One of the beautiful things about the Philippines is that buying a ladies’ drink which is the passport to such behavior is extremely affordable, usually in the $2.50 price range or so. And that may end up lasting more than a half hour, so buying a second drink seems sometimes like something very serious.

Back to my little booth romance, and I was becoming very aware that I was FAR too attracted to Flaca. It was SCARY how much I liked this girl from the moment I met her. What pushed me even further over the edge was when she started singing in Tagalog gently into my ear in a voice so cute it should be in any Disney Tagalog dubbing. I was simply GAGA over this girl! But I was aware enough of that to know that I had better back off a little bit before I got in over my head.

I don’t know how the subject of barfining her came up, but I told her that I couldn’t that day because I had a girl asleep in my room already, a girl who wouldn’t leave. She asked if it was my girlfriend and I said no, just a barfine. I told her that I would come back for her another day. Though I didn’t have a phone, Epi did, and I asked her if she had a phone number. She cleared it with the mamasan before giving it to me, but came back with her name, Flaca, written out and her cell number. I had no idea if I would call her or not, but it felt pretty good getting a phone number so easily from such a cute girl. As Epi was apparently not going to barfine his grabass partner, we left together and went to hit a few more bars, but I was definitely going to remember Flaca for a future visit.

While I don’t remember seeing anyone else that afternoon that I simply had to have, I do remember a lot of anxiety over what the deal was with Airport Girl staying in my room like she was. Epi told me that notwithstanding that she might like being with me, the chance for an Angeles bargirl to sleep in a clean air-conditioned room without 10 other girls sleeping on top of her was probably a very attractive situation. Plus there was TV, and she might get fed some pretty good grub uf she stuck around. I was a little dumbstruck by this, as my Mexico experiences were 1000 % different, but would come to find out that Epi was extremely accurate. Most girls I talked to were far more interested in staying around the next morning than heading back to where they came from.

For me on my second day, I was constantly worrying if AG was still going to stay in the room and wait for me or maybe not be there when I got back. The indecision made it a little tough to decide whether I was in the mood to get another girl or not. Before too long I decided to go back and check to see if AG was still there, and of course she was, and asleep. I offered to buy her some dinner, and again, she didn’t want anything. It was early evening by this time.

Once AG was awake, it seemed a shame to leave her alone in that bed naked all by herself so I climbed in and what do you know, she made me horny rubbing up against that sexy bod. As the sexual urges had been well satisfied the day before, it was a lot easier to take my time with her this time and not rush and explore things a little further than I had before. I hadn’t had any oral from her previously, and this time I asked her and she dutifully complied. The head was pretty damned good, and playing with those INCREDIBLE tits while she blew me was a near religious experience. In the mood to finish in her mouth, I got her to lie back and I straddled her with my dick in her face, but every time the moment of truth was about to come she’d turn her head away. I finally settled for a titty fuck and blew a load all over her tits, torso and hair as she had the good sense to turn away when the spooge started flowing. I made her stay prone for a second while I ran and got the camera for some dishsoap evidence, but as I haven’t developed the film yet (I didn’t start my trip with a digital cam, and not sure where to go to develop such risque stuff here in MX), I am not sure how it came out. Maybe will post in a week or so, maybe just teasing all of you.

After finishing yet another session with AG, it was becoming clear that I was extremely tired, physically exhausted. My long trip (a full 3 day journey just to reach AC from my home in Mexico) was catching up to me, jet lag was hitting hard, and I had only had MAYBE 4 hours sleep the night before and probably was averaging 3 ½ per night in transit the previous 3 days. I had been running on adrenaline so far and the crash was hitting hard.

I finally got AG to agree to go with me to get something to eat, and we went back to the Orchid Pool to order food. While waiting for the food (Orchid deluxe burger -- not bad, but they put some egg on it. Yuck!) to arrive I simply could NOT stay awake at the table, and my chin must have hit my chest at least a dozen times – a litte embarrassing to say the least. I finally got up to walk around a little bit and brought a newspaper over (they always had the English paper from Manila handy at La Cantina) to try and read it to stay awake. I was OK once the food arrived, but I knew that tonight I was going to crash early, and as soon as we were done eating we were back in the room where I passed out asleep about 10:30. What a party animal you are, Porker!!!

I did wake up very early, about 5:30 AM and put airport girl through her paces once again for an hour or so, so the night wasn’t a total loss. But I certainly wasn’t racking up any huge numbers like I had planned at the beginning of the trip.

But as I have mentioned before in this report, things seemed to get even hotter with Airport Girl EVERY SINGLE TIME with her and I was beginning to wonder if I would even find anything better in AC while I was there. Her body was simply incredible to me, the box like a VICE, she gave damned good head, and she got into almost everything we did together (though she remained consistently squeamish about me going down on her the whole time I was with her). Every time I though about having some variety, I’d think about what I had going with AG and compare it to what I was used to in Mexico (clinical, relatively short sessions with girls 20 lbs. heavier and 6-8 years older at double the cost) and tell myself I was NUTS. How could anything get better than this? That in many ways it DID is a tribute to just how great Angeles City is.

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Porker,

It would be hard to persuade me to visit outside the LOS, but your report is tempting me. Airport Girl is just my type, what a friend Epi is to bring her to you as a welcome present! Keep up the good work I look forward to reading the rest of your antics.
WW