I traded texts with her throughout the morning while having the usual lazy breakfast, this time downstairs at the Central Park, and as she was apparently STILL on the rag, we agreed that we’d go barhopping that night as in-room activities were obviously limited.
El Pelon was up early too and it didn’t take too long until Epi joined us. Having terrific friends around always makes mongering activities more enjoyable for me, and in Angeles it not only helps pass the time until THAT day’s adventures start, it is actually usually a highlight of my day. Epi and El Pelon are two of the nicest guys I have ever met and have an amazing sense of humor and a similar level of excitement about their trips to mine despite hundreds of days spent in exactly the same fashion between them.
After breakfast, Epi mentioned that he wanted to go say hi to some of the staff that had stayed at the Orchid after the managers there had opened the newly renovated Central Park Hotel (formerly the Chicago Park). As I needed to change some money, I went with him and after saying a few hellos at the Orchid (and a brief stopoff at a not yet even open Suckers bar for some grabass with a little CUTIE there) we walked the two blocks to Norma’s currency exchange, which has the well-deserved reputation as the best place to change money in AC. Always the best rates and no bullshit about 1996 series C-notes that other places on Fields tried to pull from time to time.
While approaching the exchange window, though, we ran into a girl that Epi knew and who looked AWFULLY familiar to me. She was pretty damned cute and had a very exotic look to her (as it turns out, she’s half-Japanese), and it didn’t take me long to remember where I had seen her: She had been the star of a photo shoot posted on a local Angeles City board by a friend of Epi’s from a previous trip. Previously I had only seen her butt naked with her pretty little pussy smiling at the camera while on a boat cruising Subic Bay, but she looked mighty delicious in person too in her tight street clothes in the early afternoon light.
After I finished at the window (55.2 pesos to the dollar in early January), the girl, who also had a rather attractive friend with her, was all over Epi for info about their mutual friend, and then all over him to buy them some fruit from a sidewalk stand across the street. I volunteered to do so, and I think that fruit for the two of them set me back a whopping 30 pesos (less than 60 cents!).
When I mentioned that I had lusted over the first girl’s pics, Epi explained to me that she had worked at Bananitas in the spring, a place that his friend had spend a LOT of time and money. When we asked her what she was doing now, she simply said that she wasn’t working in the bar anymore, and we left it at that. We would also soon find out that her young, tall and thin friend wasn’t working anywhere either.
While I had a pretty good idea that the seemingly always ‘malibog’ Epimetheus would be interested as well, I was sold on trying to hook up some freelance action with both of these girls, though I found the shorter one (Mary Ann) more attractive. I’m not sure who suggested a little ‘fiesta’ action first, but there was absolutely NO arm twisting needed for either of us to propose it to the girls: ‘Want to join my friend and I for a party in my room’? “NO PROBLEM!!!”
SCORE!!!
The four of us headed upstairs to the Central Park Hotel with Epi taking a brief detour to get his giant digital camera to document the impending event. Somehow we all took turns in the shower, and by the time Epi and Mary Ann had both finished and were toweling off, I was already trading oral with the tall, skinny girl, who had a neatly shaved box. While Fields Ave. bar girls don’t have a great reputation for having great oral skills, the freelancers I had on this trip in AC were all GREAT at it, and tall girl was no exception.
What happened after that is all kind of a blur of photos, BJ’s, boom boom, tag-teaming for a ‘switch’ of girls, and then more photos, BJ’s, boom2, and more switching off. If it wasn’t for Blazers favorite activity of constantly switching of condoms (!!!), it would have been a PERFECT afternoon.
The little fiesta ended up with about two tons of pasty white girth lined up side by side on my bed at the CP plowing our two hunnies doggie style. With my fiesta etiquette firmly in mind, I warned Epi that I was about to soil one of our dates, and then did so when he was a little too busy to lodge a timely protest if he had one. As Mary Ann sprinted for the shower, Epi kept pounding away on Tall girl’s box from the rear until she whined a bit about getting sore. I handed over some lube which bought him a few more minutes of drilling until the protests started again. I think the girls ended up getting a little more than they bargained for when they had asked us to buy them some fruit!
More showers and dressing followed, and some slight whining from the girls resulted when I handed each 500 pesos and showed them out the door. Epi and I both pointed out that this was pretty good compensation for SHORT TIME, and the girls instantly accepted and asked if they could come back the next afternoon. I gave some sort of ironclad commitment like ‘we’ll see’, but Epi, always up for some action, told them to come over the next day at noon.
I had a GREAT time during this little fiesta, and am a little surprised that I wasn’t more shy about the whole thing. It helped that Epi and I are like ‘peas and carrots’ as Forrest would say, and that the girls were completely comfortable with everything that happened too. And the whole time I was thinking to myself that this was true FILTH that I wished that I could tell the WORLD about!
Afterwards on my way to Epi’s second (tech/party) room to upload and view the pics, I bribed my tremendously sweet and hard-working chambermaid with a couple of bucks and some candy to re-clean my room and stock it with more towels, which she was always happy to do. There was also never any problem dropping off wet towels at the maid’s room and getting a fresh supply while they were there in the daytime. I can’t say enough good things about the staff at the Central Park, and after awhile it seemed like they were doing BACKFLIPS to make my stay a happy one.
Dinner ended up being at Margarita Station again that night, and as we were in the neighborhood and I had had a good time there earlier in the week, I suggested that we stop in an Insomnia before heading to more familiar turf for barhopping. Epi quickly agreed, and mentioned to me that he had met a girl with BIG tits the day before while out and about that had told him she worked there.
Epi’s girl wasn’t there when we arrived, but I soon saw some big tits onstage myself and called for her to be brought over. Soon I was playing Epimetheus, but kept my hands a lot cleaner by limiting my groping and pawing to her tits. And my original Insomnia girl had quite a fat, fleshy set that were OH so squeezable and suckable.
Unfortunately, though, the girl seemed a bit too shy to fully enjoy her delights and she kept pulling her top back on only to have me instantly pull it down again. In between grabs and sucks, I asked her a few pre-barfine questions, and she generally gave shy girl type answers which made me think that dumping her and trying again was to be the plan.
The dynamic suddenly changed, however, when the girl Epi had told me about entered the bar to report for work. And the boy did not exaggerate, she had some BIG, BIG tits, amply filling out her top and stretching the fabric. My mouth instantly dropped open and I wanted to trade pretty bad. After a brief introduction and a recap of their meeting the day before, Epi graciously stepped aside and allowed me the honors of molesting the new Insomnia girl, who, as luck would have it, was the SISTER OF THE GIRL IN MY LAP!
I was so enthralled with the even BIGGER tits on the new girl, though, that sis got pushed (pouting) to the side while I played pervert with the new one. Looking back, it might have been nice to try and hook up some sister action, but at the time I had already dismissed any ideas of taking things any further with the first girl as there was just no spark.
I can’t really say if there was a spark with the second sister either as things ended up happening REALLY fast with her and she seemed to get a little swept up in my enthusiasm for her susus. While the answers didn’t matter much because I was already set on barfining this luscious titted chick, I did take the time to answer a couple of preliminary questions to gauge attitude, and despite some request for ‘short time only’ her answers didn’t send alarm bells ringing. So after clearing that it was OK to go after the girl Epi had ‘found’ (and checking my watch to make sure I’d be done before the 10 PM date with Airport Girl), I paid the piper and the three of us headed down Fields back to the hotel. As we passed the spies at Camelot I made sure my girl was walking with EPI and not ME, as I was still sort of ‘married’, though my bargirl wife was severely disappointing me to that point in the trip, although she HAD given me permission to seek other entertainment due to her period.
On our walk back to the room I THOUGHT I had cleared it with Insomnia girl for Epi to come by with his big ol’ cam and document things properly, and kind of stalled as we both got out of the shower waiting for him to arrive. But Insomnia girl FREAKED when Epi showed up and while I was in the mood to argue, he graciously bowed out and left. I did get a couple of pics after I insisted that she had already agreed to them, but as I was SUPER horny for this girl and she didn’t lose her camera shyness after a couple of shots, I put the camera away and got down to business.
One of the great things about the Central Park room’s layout was that the foot of the bed faced a mirror on the wall, and while feeling this girls massive jugs in the bar, I had instantly wanted to take her back to my room and bang the hell out of her doggie style and watch those tits flapping in the mirror. And that’s exactly what I did. And that’s about ALL I did, as sensory overload hit damned quickly with the combo of feeling her huge tits while banging away and watching the whole thing in the mirror getting me extremely excited.
After showering again and dressing, I tried to call Epi and see if he wanted sloppy seconds after checking with Insomnia girl to see if it was OK, which she said it was. But after Epi joined us in the bar downstairs, he apparently didn’t see her agreeing to go with him, but rather NOT wanting to go with him when he asked her a couple of times and didn’t get an enthusiastic response. As Airport Girl’s arrival time was due in an hour or so, I dismissed her and told her to have a nice evening.
It wasn’t until I arrived back home a few days after the trip was over and looked at the pics that I had taken that I realized that Insomnia girl looked VERY familiar. And stumbling across some other pics I had led to INSTANT recognition when I saw her: She was a Rick’s café (www.rickcafe.com) girl of the month several months prior! Wow, I had banged a minor AC celebrity and had no idea at the time!
Airport Girl arrived in extremely timely fashion, looking exTREMELY happy to see me and proudly showing off for the hotel staff by hanging all over me. I invited her next door to Hole in the Wall where I planned to inSIST that she eat something. But she swore up and down that she had JUST eaten on her way over and wouldn’t eat anything that I ordered. So I pigged out on nachos right in front of her, while we got started on the first of several rum and cokes that night.
Mindful of keeping AG away from the usual places I went to as to hopefully avoid gossip, I figured that it was the perfect night to go and check out the newly re-opened Las Vegas Bar, which had been closed for renovations on my first trip. As we walked the few steps down to that bar, we walked right past the Bunny Ranch girl I had lusted over a few days prior, and though she was with her barfine, she literally stopped with her mouth open and stared as I walked by with AG. I just pointed at the guy, shrugged my shoulders and smiled as I walked away. While I would have LOVED to have hooked up with Bunny Ranch girl, I was pretty happy with AG at the time, and she ended up being all OVER me that night.
Las Vegas was a pretty nice looking bar inside, though a little unusual as the dancers were dancing in a kind of pit in the middle of the club instead of onstage. I only saw a couple of interesting looking girls, but was paying a little too much attention to AG to really notice much. And AG was certainly paying attention to ME, trying her best to show off to anyone and everyone that I was HERS. And as she was about 3 notches better looking than anything I saw in that bar, we definitely attracted some attention and dirty looks. AG ate it all up! Me, I just rolled with the flow!
We headed to Blue Nile after that, and I stopped for a second to say hi to the door girl I had barfined previously while AG just glared. All was good when we made our way upstairs to the Blue Nile Executive, though, and soon we were tucked away in a corner near the back. AG got a little jumpy when a former papasan at Camelot came in and ended up sitting right next to us and talking to Epi, who had made his way there too. AG CLAIMED to never have any problems from the sneakouts she always did with me, but her cringing when seeing employees from the bar told a different story.
Epi ended up leaving us there (he said he tried to say goodbye but we were ‘busy’), and we headed to Pick Up Disco to find it packed after midnight on a Saturday night. We still managed to get seated near the stage (and near a quite HAPPY El Pelon and his asawa), but I had one HELLUVA time explaining to the waitress that I wanted to see a menu with the exotic touristy-pink-umbrella type drinks that PUD had featured prominently on my last trip there. While I wasn’t LIT yet, AG was well on her way to Happy-Land, and I figured one of those kool-aid flavored KAMIKAZE type alcohol bombs would send her over the top. At which point I would NEVER suggest to a drunken bargirl on the rag that we try a little butt-stuffing! Yes, I know, that is EVIL!!! But it had worked before…
But when AG got drunk that night she ended up seeming almost SCHIZO! She started yelling at people from the second floor balcony and it was about all I could do to calm her down. I helped her down the stairs and led her out the door and back to my room hoping not to just get some TAIL anymore, but to make sure she didn’t get SICK! And luckily she didn’t, but soon she was passed out next to me while leaving me horny for her once again. Ain’t MARRIAGE great???
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Photos: Insomnia Tits 102 103 104