At breakfast downstairs I ordered light only to find out that the management at the Central Park was comping my breakfast. A nice touch after a 9 night stay. Raquel, the world’s nicest waitress made sure to ask me if I didn’t want anything else, but I simply ordered another side of garlic rice and remembered the classy gesture. I can’t say enough good things about the Central Park, but their lack of a pool (the one in the front is a JOKE) and key-activated Air-Con. Will likely prevent me from staying there during hot season. Everything else there was great, particularly the staff and the service.
I settled my bill ($25 a night for the standard rooms at Central Park, a pretty good value for AC) and made arrangements for a late check-out for 5 PM, and was assured it was no problem.
While at breakfast watching the college football championship, I arranged with El Pelon to share the ride (and the rather hefty cost – 1600 pesos) to Manila scheduled for 6 P.M. that evening as he and his honey ko had a flight in the morning to one of the P.I.’s many fabulous exotic destinations.
I sent AG off without payment once again and headed to Kokomoz to watch the end of the football game. I love the atmosphere at Kokomoz and fortunately in early January the weather was PERFECT and I was able to enjoy the leisurely hours I spent on their patio watching the AC world go by. On my first trip last July it never really became comfortable outdoors until after 2 AM or so, making anything but early morning breakfasts at Kokomoz a steamy proposition.
Throughout the morning and early afternoon I had been texting Bunny Ranch flaca to get her to come over and be my goodbye to AC girl for this trip. And she was very excited about coming over she said. But she had to go to her hygiene check that day and she had a late start and there was a huge wait. But she’d come as soon as she was done. Of course when I called her at 2 P.M. and she said that she was STILL in the office waiting, it began to look that there was no way she was going to make it any time soon. Too bad as I REALLY wanted to spend some time alone with that girl who always made out in the bar with me like her life depended on it. A true sweetie. Oh well, there’s always next time.
With the clock ticking and wanting another short time before I left for Manila to catch my flight back to Bangkok, I headed to Voodoo to look for Flaca but she wasn’t around and I was told she wasn’t scheduled to arrive until 5 P.M. I could have had her summoned, but I wasn’t all that interested in doing her again, but rather saying goodbye to a girl that I surprisingly had been able to resist for most of my trip. The triumph of which was totally undermined by being a SLAVE to Airport Girl… Oh well, baby steps!
I headed next door to Dirty Duck and looked around a bit while waiting for my drink. Mitch wasn’t there and neither was her sister the waitress. It didn’t take long, though, for me to notice a chunky waitress that was showing some MASSIVE cleavage – probably the biggest tits in all of Angeles.
Her name was Jahna, and I had actually met her briefly in July when she was working as a doorgirl. But what I remembered most was her photo layout at the Rick’s café site (www.rickcafe.com -- Angels of the month) where she showed a lot MORE of that massive cleavage. Her tits were really, REALLY huge, and I popped instant wood at the idea of playing with them at my leisure.
It really hit home about the differences in the timing/pricing/attitude structure of AC when I was considering my prospects with Jahna, because she reminded me a LOT of the Mexican girls that I spend a lot of my time with back home: Built for ‘comfort’ and with massive tits. But back home in Monterrey, the BEST deal I can usually hope for is 50 bucks plus at least 15 dollars for a room for 2 hours of anything goes. Here, 2 bucks for a ladies’ drink and 18 dollars for a barfine would promise endless hours of porno-style fun. Well, except the clock was ticking as I had a taxi to catch…
And Jahna seemed to be in no hurry to go anywhere when I invited her over for a drink. She was fun to talk to, though her personal story was told in a rather sad manner: Baby, kano dad that she loved but lost that sent support intermittently, didn’t like her job, blah, blah, blah. I talked to her a bit about the Rick’s Café deal, and she said she received a whopping 3000 pesos (less than 60 bucks) one time fee for the gig. The girls do become very minor celebrities around town, however, and she probably owed her barfine from me that day to the layout.
I bought her a tequila shot because she said she liked to drink (and I like ‘happy’ girls back in my room!), and got a little excited when I told her that I had plenty of booze in my room, as I hadn’t really even touched the only half-full bottles of Cazadores and Kahlua that I had brought with me from Mexico. I told her I’d love to take her back and show her, and she said she’d have to go home by the time her normal shift was over to take care of her kid. I didn’t give a rat’s ass as I was leaving in a few hours, but I made her promise that the NEXT TIME she would stay all night so I could use her fabulous flabby flotation devices as pillows. She laughed and said OK, and I asked for the bill.
Jahna was quite funny in that SHE requested that she meet me at my hotel – I had never had a girl do that before in AC, and I’m not sure why, but I didn’t ask/care much. I simply made sure she knew it was just around the corner and that she had no more than two minutes to get there after I left, and she assured me it wouldn’t be a problem.
And sure enough, less than two minutes after I took a seat in the lobby to wait, she walked in still in her waitress uniform along with her SISTER (also in waitress uniform) that she had pointed out to me in the bar. Unfortunately the sister was lumpy all over but without the bubbly bosoms or else I’d have pushed HARD for some tag-team action!
We immediately ditched sis and headed up to my room where I started mixing some drinks and popping open some San Miguels from the fridge. Looks like there would be some add-on charges to that bill I already paid! We arrived at my room at close to 4 PM, and in my mind the clock was REALLY ticking, as I while the taxi to Manila wasn’t due until 6 PM, I had told Airport Girl that she was joining me for dinner at 5, and that was also my planned checkout time.
But I also was having a good time drinking with Jahna, and I wanted her WELL loosened up before I turned into Sr. Pervert with her and molested her to no end. So when 4:45 rolled around and we still had all of our clothes on, I was starting to sweat the time quite a bit. I called a timeout to hit the shower myself, and then called/texted my ASS off when Jahna followed to buy myself a LITTLE more time: Told AG (and Epi) no dinner, be there at 6 PM exactly to go to Manila, told the front desk I’d be out by 5:30 (no problem, Sir!).
And when Jahna got out of the shower and dropped her towel, the whole plan seemed to have been a perfect one, though I was really kicking myself that this was only going to be a one round encounter. We started kissing and Jahna attacked my mouth like she had just gotten out of prison! This was shades of New Year’s Eve with a drunken Rhapsody girl, she was LIT and she was HORNY! And oh my GOD was it ever fun!
Jahna’s no small girl, but I truly LOVED her body. Her tits were huge with thick aureolae and nipples and she started writhing on the bed as I attacked them. I figured that if she liked THAT she’d go NUTS for some tongue in the HOLIEST, and that she did. I thought I might suffocate as she closed her big thighs around my ears and bucked her hips so that my whole face was buried in her dripping, hairy box.
While this was indeed fun, my stomach was in knots because I could just FEEL the time ticking away. My flight wasn’t until 11 P.M., and I knew I had plenty of time for THAT, but I also knew that a whole lot of people were going to be beating down my door in less than a half an hour unless I at least let them know what was going on, which was obviously a little difficult under the circumstances! I cursed the timing several times and wished like HELL for another couple of hours of simple PEACE, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen, so I had better just enjoy the moments that I had.
So I cut short the tongue exercises and decided it was penetration time. I was all set to enter and my Dirty Duck sweetie asked ‘you have condom’? And I simply lied and said ‘no’, thinking that it as horny as I was, a BJ/titty fuck would probably do just as well. But Jahna went with the flow and said, ‘OK, just don’t cum inside’. GOOD ANSWER!!! And it quickly became evident that she was enjoying the ride about as much as I was. All I did was slip it in and hold on for dear life as she writhed and thrashed!
Unfortunately her staying power for round 1 promised to be a lot greater than mine because she was my first piece in the last 24 hours and had gotten me VERY worked up before I even put it in. So after trying to hold off from cumming for at least 4-5 minutes, I reached the point where I really couldn’t take it anymore, and tried to time things exactly right so that I’d blast off into her stomach immediately upon exiting. And that worked, to a degree, except it wasn’t the massive load that I had planned, rather just a trickle that left me still quite horny and wondering where the rest of the load was.
I decided to take care of the horny part at least, and leapt up to straddle her tits and bury my little purple soldier between her huMONGOUS fleshy mountains. There was no protest from Jahna, just severe moaning like she loved it too, and to my amazement, after 30 seconds or so of furious tit banging, I shot AGAIN, and this time it WAS the mother lode, gushing and spurting as I continued thrusting between her tits. I decided for the all time perverted porno blast finish as it KEPT gushing, raising up and aiming for her mouth and I’ll be DAMNED if the horny chick didn’t open wide and take the full blast and then keep sucking for more! Holy FUCK I have never felt so completely drained like I did with her! While the first money shot when I pulled out of her pussy was weak and pathetic, blast number TWO a minute later was one of the most intense orgasms I have ver had in my life. And the sensory overload involved with the visual of her tits and the blasting in her mouth and her continued sucking and cleaning the tip of all the remaining drops was like 1000 wet dreams cum true. It was simply incredible, one of the greatest sessions I ever had in my life, and probably THE greatest finish.
Of course the first thing I did after climbing off her was to look at my watch and see that it was 5:45, and the phone also started ringing immediately: Housekeeping wanting to clean the room. FUCK! Things immediately went from intense passion to ‘get the fuck OUT’ in mere seconds! And my poor girl knew next to NOTHING about why, as I simply explained to her that I was late checking out of my room and that I was planning to go to Manila for the evening.
Jahna was a trooper and headed for the shower while I desperately tried to randomly shove everything into the closest available suitcase. Luckily there was plenty of space as I had managed to give away the TON of candy I had brought with me on the trip there. And I ended up giving Jahna the rest of the booze bottles for her to take with her as I shoved her out the door. Well, minus the cap to the Kahlua bottle, which ended up resulting in trail of chocolate syrup going down the hallway and steps to the lobby! Oops!
As soon as the door shut behind her I checked my texts in between the phone ringing announcing that I had several visitors and that housekeeping again wanted to clean the room and when was I checking out, etc. I was REALLY flustered and it was quite a nerve-wracking time trying to pack and text and answer the phone and I noticed that I was sweating up a storm. Oh yeah, I should shower too, huh?
FINALLY I descended the steps at 6 PM with my bags to find AG in the lobby waiting as well as Epi and Roselle the hotel manager and El Pelon and his HK who already had their bags in the taxi outside that Epi had arranged with his usual driver Rafael. I said hi and then excused myself to hand over the key and pay for the little party supplies I had just consumed from the fridge. MAN, it had been an eventful last 2 hours!!!
I said my goodbyes to Epi and the hotel staff and then headed to the car to head for Manila. We only had the compact 4 door, so EP’s HK rode in the back with AG and I while he took the front seat. EP and I talked for a bit on the way, and soon after we took off Bunny Ranch flaca CALLED ME and wanted to know what was up and I almost tearfully told her I was on my way to Manila. After that AG and I made out a bit, but I think I fell asleep rather quickly (as did she) and was mostly OUT for the trip to Manila. I did wake up for good once we got there, though, and the area near the famous L.A. Café where EP’s hotel was looked like quite the fun little area with tons of bars and restaurants lit up in neon and bright lights, many of which appeared to have live music.
10 minutes after dropping them off we were at NAIA, and I said a short goodbye to AG and this time she had no choice but to accept the 1000 pesos I jammed in her pocket without showing her first. I tipped Rafael an extra 300 to make sure she made it home OK, and then I lugged my bags to the front of the airport where a TON of other people were jockeying for entry into the airport as well.
I was glad I was at the airport 3 hours early for my flight seeing all those people, but producing my ticket and passport got me inside fairly quickly, and the first round of x-rays of my luggage went quickly as well. It took about 45 minutes to check in for the Kuwait Air flight that looked to be booked pretty full, but I got to chat for awhile with a Brit returning to Thailand from a trip to Mindanao.
He floored me by completely out of the blue asking me how Angeles City had been, and I answered a little sheepishly that it was ‘wild’. But then I realized I was wearing a Camelot t-shirt that had ‘Angeles City’ all over it, and laughed a bit when I found out how he knew I had been there. Not wanting hassles from airport officials, I quickly changed my shirt while right there in line.
My new aquaintance was a heavily tattooed stockily built VERY short guy that looked to be pushing 40 and fighting hair loss. He told me that this had been his first trip to the P.I., but that he busted his ass for 6 mos. in England to be able to live in Pattaya for 6 mos. a year. Seemed like a worthy sacrifice to me!
After finally checking in and paying the 550 pesos exit gouge, I was still 90 minutes early for the flight, and I realized that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and it had been a pretty damned eventful day! I was STARVING! So I bought a nuked cheesburger that was pretty damned nasty tasting to at least tide me over until getting on the plane.
I sent a bunch of goodbye texts to kill some time and called Epi (busy with his hands down some girl’s pants, of course! Make sure you scour his cellphone thoroughly beforehand if you ever need to borrow it!) to use up the rest of my remaining load on my P.I. phone. Soon enough we were boarding, though, and the flight to BKK was pretty uneventful.
As I was arriving very late again, after 1 AM, and with all bars in BKK closing at 2 AM sharp, I had arranged for my BKK Fave (a Soi 4 Beer Bar girl) to wait for me at Dynasty Inn. And after quite painlessly getting my luggage and getting waived through customs, I was soon in a taxi from the departures area and flying along a deserted modern freeway into the heart of Bangkok.
In a WEIRD déjà vu-feeling manner, for the third time in as many nights in Bangkok this trip I rode down Soi 4 in a taxi just after 2 AM at the EXACT time that everyone was emptying out of Nana Plaza. Seeing all the cuties heading off into the night had me kicking myself that my damned flights hadn’t arrived even a half hour earlier. But the sheer GLEE that the fave greeted me with when I walked into the lobby of Dynasty with my bags made me forget all of that. I swear, if that girl had tits I’d have retired from mongering by now! Of course she DOESN’T, so I have managed to keep my perspective quite well with her.
As I had paid for my room before leaving BKK the first time, check-in was even easier than usual, and I dumped the important docs in the lobby safe and we headed upstairs to my room. For the first time I was in the older section of the hotel, and my room was on the second floor with windows that opened on to Soi 4, directly across from Melody U.K. beer bar. While the room was still pretty nice for the money (990 baht, almost exactly 25 bucks), and spotlessly clean, it was not NEW looking like the rooms in the other wing I was used to, and I was slightly disappointed. The biggest physical difference was that the bathroom had a tub instead of a large open shower area. Hot water was plentiful and the A/C blasted, though, which was all I really cared about at that point.
After some long showers and some pretty passionate sex, the fave and I just relaxed, cuddled, talked to a very limited degree (her English is even more basic than Airport Girl’s) and fooled around quite a bit. While I love busting new girls as much as the next guy, the raw PASSION that a fave can generate and the near WORSHIP they can exude afterward is a worthy trade-off. And my only butterfly plans for my last 13 hours in BKK revolved around Eden Club the next afternoon before my flight home anyway, so there would be no strings to worry about from the fave for the rest of this trip.
After more showers and a second round, I curled up with the fave for a few hours of sleep with the air-con blasting, WELL exhausted and contented but fully aware that this was my last night in paradise and that there was a looong journey home remaining. And an even longer winter awaiting when I got back.
Photos: Jahna 110 111 112 113 114
Photo: Tummy Girl 115
