After MAYBE 2 hours of sleep from the dozing off while holding Flaca, I pretty much woke up for good when she started playing with the TV to announce that she was up at about 8:30 AM. While we fooled around a bit after that, there was no real serious attempt by me at session number three.

After having said VERY little to me the night before after I barfined her and she passed out asleep on the bed, Flaca had much more energy in the morning and we talked for a good hour amidst the fooling around. She told me a bit about her family and how she had been sick earlier in the year, supposedly dengue fever, which resulted in a lengthy hospital stay. When checking her email (she hadn’t had any money-kos in awhile, it looked like!), she showed me a pic of her from the year before and she was MUCH thinner now, so the story may have been true. Maybe if they introduced dengue fever at Adelitas I wouldn’t have to travel all the way to the Philippines to find beautiful girls??? J

Somewhere during our little conversation that morning I asked Flaca what she liked to do for fun, and she mentioned movies, and the next thing I knew we were showering and getting ready to go to a movie at the mall. When I got out of the shower Flaca was playing with the digital camera, which I didn’t really even know how to use. As she would show me soon with her cellphone she had a real curiosity for gadgets, and pretty soon she was having a GREAT time playing with the camera and taking pictures of my fat hairy ass and shriveled up (but happy!) package. She literally took like 20 pics and then would giggle when she saw the results. My little quiet princess was really coming out of her shell.

I was wondering if there would be any way she could see a movie and make it to work on time that afternoon, but she told me that the movies usually started around 10:30 and that it shouldn’t be a problem. Movies at 10:30? Interesting.

We were going to Jenra mall and as it’s several miles from the Fields bar area, we obviously needed transportation to get there. Flaca said we’ll take a jeep, and I told her to handle all the arrangements and just tell me how much. She said 5 pesos each. TEN CENTS??? REALLY??? Incredible!

I was nervous as hell getting into a jeep for the first time, having heard many stories of pickpockets and robberies on jeeps, but it was empty when we got on and we sat at the very front near the driver. Two other bar age girls got on right after us and we ended up at the same movie. Small world!

I had been doing a little mental math that morning while lying in bed and realizing that I was waaaay under my anticipated $100 a day budget for my stay in AC so far. Barfining on average of one girl per night and keeping it light on the ladies drinks makes it almost impossible to overspend in AC, and I was very happy about this as it made my goal of taking a side trip to Thailand a reality.

But I had also been thinking about a way to spend some of that excess cash and perhaps enhance my stay in AC at the same time. Pete at Kokomos had piqued my curiosity the night before when telling me that used cellphones were rather cheap in AC and that I could usually sell it back for a decent return at the end of my trip too. So the idea of looking for a used cellphone on our mall trip intrigued me, and I figured I had the perfect guide to handle that whole process for me.

It took us about 15 minutes to get to Jenra mall, and we headed straight to the movies which seemed to be way up on the 5th or 6th floor. The mall was nothing special, mostly small shops selling clothes, music, trinkets, etc., but there were several floors, excellent A/C and escalators to wind our way to the top.

Terminator 3 had just started, and the others were about 20 minutes into the show, so we got tickets (70 pesos each, a little less than $1.40 per ticket), and then chips, popcorn and two drinks ran like 120 pesos more. A movie date with major concessions for 5 bucks! The theater wasn’t the newest, but it wasn’t bad either, and the sound quality was pretty good. Of course the highlight was being there with Flaca, and I wondered to myself several times if I had EVER had a date this hot before. BTW, T3 bored the piss out of me.

After the movie I asked Flaca if there was a place there that had used cellphones and she said sure, and we went down a few levels and sure enough, there was a place that had a bunch of them for sale, showing the available models w/ prices in the display window. I had been hoping to get a phone for about $40 US, but it looked like it was going to be more like $60 from the prices I was seeing in the window. While I had been burned before in the US buying a refurbished phone, I figured I was only going to be in the Philippines for 2 more weeks, and if it worked in the store it couldn’t be TOO bad, could it?

I finally settled for a Nokia (I think) 3310, and the price altogether including SIM card was ~ 3000 pesos. Of course the battery died on the way back to Fields and I was thinking OH SHIT, here we GO, but 400 pesos for a new battery later that night worked wonders. Flaca got 300 pesos worth of load for her phone as a commission for her purchasing services and she was VERY happy about this. She programmed a bunch of stuff into the phone for me on the jeep ride back to Fields, and hers was the first number programmed in (after mine, of course, to make sure I knew what it was!).

While it took me awhile to get the hang of text messaging (and I still do it the ‘stupid’ bargirl way, according to Epi: spelling out every word instead of using interpretive text), it was something that I can’t imagine doing without in AC now. The text messages are so widely used in the PI because they are a lot cheaper than phone calls, and just about everybody I met there was absolutely ADDICTED to sending and receiving text massages. That it took me four whole days to join the crowd seems a little unbelievable to me now, but I had been busy enough as it was without my new toy.

It was after 1 PM when we got back to Kokomoz, and Flaca had to be at work by two so we said goodbye and I told her I’d see her later that night. I was SURE that I would end up barfining her again, but I figured I was in no rush, and it felt good to be a free man for awhile that afternoon.

I had some lunch at Kokomoz and ran into Mr. J and El Pelon and eventually D’art in the restaurant as I was saying goodbye to Flaca. Their trip to Baguio was an interesting one, supposedly. El Pelon had moved to a cheaper hotel (like 650 pesos a night!), and said it was actually passable. I never made it over to check it out.

At about 2 PM while just finishing off lunch (that may have been the day I tried Kokomoz Pizza – did NOT like it!), none other than AIRPORT GIRL strolls right in front of Kokomoz and stares directly at me. I was VERY happy to see her and called her right over, and pretty soon she was sitting on my knee and I was showing her off for the guys who were DAMNED impressed. She loved the attention.

Pretty soon we were talking about swimming, but she didn’t have a bathing suit… I told her to swim naked, and she just stuck her tongue out at me and shook her head. ‘I go T shirt’, she said. Hmmm… That had possibilities… Except I didn’t have any I wanted getting wet. Mr J. volunteered one, and I told him that if he had a PLAIN WHITE ONE we could all have some fun as he should bring his camera to the pool. This became the plan, and when he came back with the shirt we went up to my room to change and pretty soon the whole bar and restaurant area saw what was coming and starting filing over to get a good look. And Airport Girl did NOT disappoint, strutting her stuff with pride. The only problem was that there was this big, fat porcine guy that kept getting in the pics with her which makes it difficult to post them here. Oh, and the fact that I don’t possess them!

Anyway, that fun lasted for about a half hour and Mr. J was later to very generously give me a 100 mg. Pill of Thai Viagra to show his appreciation for the photo shoot. I was surprised that none of the gawkers applauded as we headed up the stairs to my room.

Of course once inside the door we screwed like MONKEYS, and I remember this particular session as using the bed as a trampoline and seriously slamfucking her. She apparently loved every minute of it.

While I had BIG plans for a nap that afternoon, Airport Girl wouldn’t leave me alone, and about an hour later we weregoing at it again. It soon became time for her to have to get ready to go to work and I told her that I would come by and see her in the bar that night. I was already thinking ahead and thinking that barfining her would be counterproductive that night as I had already gotten just about everything I wanted from her that day already. As she left I made a conscious decision to not offer any money and see what her reaction might be. She didn’t say a word.

At dinner at Kokomoz that night, though, I ended up sitting with Julius and he gave me a fit of conscience telling me that I should give her SOMETHING. ‘She makes NOTHING’ he said. ‘She owns NOTHING’. I also flashed back to something GoCeltics had told me in a CH inbox before I left: ‘If you want Freebies, go to the mall. You are paying them to LEAVE’. With both of these thoughts in mind I ended up wadding up 500 pesos (less than 10 pesos, exchange rate was 53-1) and putting it in her hand when I bought her a drink later that night in the bar and told her ‘thanks for this afternoon’. As always, she never even acknowledged the money. But it felt good giving it to her. After all, she was treating me like a GOD!

Epi and I would end up barhopping later this evening but by about 10 PM I was feeling quite sleep deprived and knew it wouldn’t be long before I crashed. All day I had just assumed that I would be barfining Flaca again, but the end of her shift was approaching and I hadn’t been to her bar yet. We started texting and she kept asking me when I was going to get there. I was a still a little occupied with Airport Girl, and then was to meet Epi, but I told her soon.

When I arrived in her bar at a little before 11 PM she sat with me briefly to have a drink, but told me that her Mom had come up to see her and that she was going to go back home with her that night. I thought it was a little odd and was a bit disappointed, but figured it was my own damned fault for waiting all day to see her. Besides, I was REALLY tired at this point.

Epi took me over to Confettis where he knew a few girls and he was trying to get me interested in some of them, but all I really wanted to do at that point was sleep. But of course the idea of sleeping alone didn’t excite me (it would a couple days later!). But the question was, who can I pick that will actually let me sleep? And I got the brilliant idea to return to DMZ.

I had had a great time in DMZ before, and had had one drink there that evening where the thin young girl I had had my first night in AC had come rushing up to me and had a drink. I thought it was very sweet how she reacted to me, and I had apologized for kicking her out so rudely the previous time.

And now that I needed a sleeping partner, I figured she was a decent replacement for Flaca as they were similar in size. So I walked back to DMZ and barfined her, and didn’t much care that I was parading her right in front of Voodoo on the way back to the hotel.

Of course DMZ girl wasn’t sleepy yet and was DAMNED happy to be with me… So 5 minutes after getting into bed she started going down on me. And it felt GOOD. It certainly wasn’t jackhammer style, but she kept good constant pressure and a steady rhythm, and the next thing you know I was spurting in her mouth! This sweet little chick had just sucked me off – something many, MANY much more experienced girls have desperately tried in vain to do before!

I was still basking in amazement when she came back from a visit with the toothbrush in the bathroom. And as she curled up against me she ended up telling me that that was the first time she had ever sucked dick. THAT blew me away, but she said she very rarely barfined and that she never liked anybody enough to do that before and BEGGED me not to tell her sister that she had done that.

She ended up talking my ear off for the next several hours, telling me stories of how she ended up in AC and her sad story since she had been there and lost her cherry (after living with the guy for several months) and the guy wanted to marry her but was already married back home.

After talking for quite awhile she was rubbing up against me and one thing led to another, and pretty soon we were screwing. And it felt GOOOOOD!!! I was getting quite used to extremely tight girls, but DMZ girl may have been the tightest of all. Of course, pervert that I am I was thinking that if she’s this tight HERE, what about…

So I brought it up. NO WAY! She said. But we talked about it briefly and pretty soon, in her insane desire to please me, she was agreeing that we could try it. Of course I didn’t have any lube. I had always figured before in my life if that the girl was so not into it that she needed lube, I really wasn’t that interested in screwing her. But on this night I was REALLY kicking myself for not having any. And that was the dealbreaker, as even with a gallon of spit I could barely even get the tip in without her HOWLING in pain. About a half hour later and half a dozen tries I finally took it easy on the poor girl and she ran to the bathroom to clean up. Only to find no water in the shower! FUCK! As there was water in the little spigot below the shower faucet, we were able to clean up sponge bath style, but how inconvenient.

We ended up talking a lot more that night before I finally told her that I REALLY needed to get some sleep and that it would probably be best if I tried to do that alone. But she wasn’t taking the hint. 20 minutes later she was sucking me again… And it felt GOOD! But truth be told, I really wasn’t into sex with her. I found her too skinny and while cute, not sexy, and he was just too damned NICE. Having learned a lesson about loads being precious a few days before with my cold fish from Misty’s, I finally stopped her and told her that it was sleep time. Only to lie there and toss and turn and not be able to sleep due to a bit of noise from downstairs in the bar that I simply couldn’t drown out. AAARGH!!!

I finally kicked DMZ girl out about 8 AM and headed over to the Orchid for an early breakfast when Epi texted me that he was also up early that morning. I wasn’t exactly UP, more like couldn’t sleep, and it was getting to be a problem. And the problem would get worse.

You GOTTA send me the pic of DMZ girl!! I need to find your lil' BJ queen. Is she as good as Mackey? Maybe I see if she takes it like Vicki...?

You looked SO fucked up after days of no sleep!!

Under $100/day? Next time YOU pay for the girls from the airport!!

E

" Maybe if they introduced dengue fever at Adelitas I wouldn’t have to travel all the way to the Philippines to find beautiful girls??? "
Amen brother
I think AG would have been a good permanent bf if she was less experienced and had a face that matched her excellent body...so far, I can see problems with the future of this saga with AG...tune in

Porker,

Was that big fat white porcelain guy Epimetheus?


...(prog)

Epi, you wouldn't want her as the puet isn't quite cherry anymore. And she wasn't a BJ queen, just kind of surprised me the first time and then kept on trying later on until her mouth started hurting. She was the author of the infamous text:

'Mouth feel better. But I have problem my ass'

Prog: Porcine = Piglike. Epi's ALL DOG!

Blazers, what was so great about Airport Girl is that she took instruction so well and learned EXACTLY how to please me. And seemed to really enjoy it at the same time. The guy that hooks up with her is going to be quite lucky. But as I told Epi a couple times, without braces or something she's going to end up one UGLY chick some day! And talk about somebody that CAKES on that white makeup... Thank god all my pics were after shots.

Porker (and Epi) - opps, my mistake. I thought I read porcelain and immediately thought of Epimetheus. Besides, we all know he's "so gwapo - no shit". Great reports... Keep up the good work. Only 20 more days to go, right?

...(prog)

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