I tried calling Ting to see if she wanted to go the beach, but her phone was still off.

During the late afternoon, I spotted a clutch of girls strolling down Ocean Rd looking a little too good to be Thai tourists. They spotted me eyeing them and gave me a big smile. I circled back around on my bike to say hello. The girls were little cuties, a bit of baby fat, and not the clearest complexions, but they were short (hey, I’m into short) and looked pretty darn good. The conversation moved along very quickly.

To make a short story shorter, they wanted to go back to my hotel for a threesome. Were I staying around the corner, I’d have been on top of that game in a heartbeat. However, that 15min ride to Karon would be rather awkward under the circumstances. Furthermore, my hotel gave me a hard time about bringing a lady home the night before until I pointed out that I registered two guests. I’d be pushing my luck trying to get both girls in the room. I remembered my cell phone and took down their number.

I hit the bars later, making it a point to avoid Soi Eric and Ting. I ended up back at the same bar in the Tiger complex as I had the night before. I wanted to tease Gin about the night before and get her up dancing on the bar. She wasn’t there. Her friends told me she was too tired. “Don’t look at me!” I told them, and then explained what happened the previous night.

I wandered around some more before I was attracted to a delectable young lady a few bars over. I was very much in the bar fining mood until she started wiggling like a dog when it spots its master come in the room. “Huh?” I glanced over my shoulder as a Farang made his way toward where we were sitting. They eyed each other and he walked on past toward the toilets. “Boyfriend,” I said as he passed out of earshot. She sheepishly grinned and nodded. “Mai pen rai,” I said. She hung around for a few minutes more and wandered off.

Remember, you never lose your girl; you just loose your turn.

The boyfriend took her seat and we got to chatting. He’s a teacher working a very sweet deal whereby he gets about three long vacations a year. He claimed not to make much money, but the lifestyle couldn’t be beat. I’ll say! How many poor schmucks are stuck with a three-week holiday each year?

I made my way back to the bar I had been hanging around earlier and talked to the girl I first saw dancing on the bar the previous night. She was a mighty fine dancer and with that midriff-baring tube top she was wearing, looked hot. I broached the idea of going home with me. Tan, a 25 year old hard body of above-average height, actually seemed surprised that I wanted her.

I explained where I was staying and what I wanted to do and what I expected from her. She agreed, but wanted 2000THB. “Mmm, sorry, I only pay 1000.” She dropped her price to 1500, but I held my ground. I hung around to see if she’d capitulate. She didn’t and I agreed to the 1500 (pointing out that I expected a certain level of service).

We agreed to go to Tai Pan first. A rather good band was playing cover versions of Rolling Stones hits. She asked me if it was OK if she goes out on the empty dance floor. I told her to go ahead and she started putting on a bit of a show. She’s not a great dancer, but she’s pretty darn good … she had plenty of attention.

The band finished and people started moving onto the dance floor to the canned music. She ran into some of her friends and they joined us at our table. These three girls had a much older Swiss fellow with them. I danced with Tan for a while before I needed a break. Tan got up on one of the little platforms and continued her show. Switzerland got in on the act by climbing on the platform and rubbing his groin against the support column, tongue lolling out. This guy was a complete nut case, but an exceptionally entertaining nut case as it turned out.

Tan returned to me once in a while telling me that everyone is looking at her, but she is with me. “Good girl,” I thought. There were quite a few Euro babes there that night too. Compared to the Thai honeys though, they looked fat and rude.

Tan was working me up so well I was ready to bone her right then and there. We headed out and discovered it was raining. Quite pleased, she returned to the dance floor. I gave it another 20 minutes and out we went again. It was drizzling a bit, but I was keen to get this gal in the sack as soon as possible. I pulled off my shirt and put it on her for the ride to Karon.

It was a warm night and the little bit of water in the air was no big deal. The sky was clear by the time we it the beach, but Tan was hungry. We stopped at a food stall and picked up whatever she wanted (about 50THB worth of something spicy looking).

I parked by the beach and led her down the boardwalk (thank Buddha no one told her about the ghosts). We sat on one of the numerous beach chairs while she ate (and tried to feed me). Squid boats on the water lit the horizon and a lightning storm in the West kept us plenty entertained.

When she finished eating, I initiated necking procedures. It was here I got a surprise.

I’m not a spicy food eater. A bit is fine, but more than a bit … no thanks. Tan had chowed down on some pretty spicy Thai food. When I kissed her, I got a bit of that … and I liked it. This was something new and different.

We continued necking under the stars and lightening. I wanted her to strip down and go for a swim, but she wasn’t up for it. No matter. We got to my room and jumped in the shower. Yup, Tan had a fine body. We washed each other and went out to the balcony and the Jacuzzi.

Getting Tan in the tub was quite an effort. She’d sit on the edge with her legs in, but refuse to get lower. When I finally managed to coax her into the water, she clamped a hand over her snatch as if something was about to squirm up inside her. Well, that wasn’t exactly wrong because the little wombat was raring to go. I pulled a swimming cap over the little fucker and suggested to Tan that a baptism was in order.

Tan stood with her legs apart and entered her from the front. It was awkward doing this standing up and I attempted to lower her into the tub. No doing. She was using both feet and hands to keep her body out of the water. I gave up and we retired to the bed.

The sex that followed was good, but hardly memorable. Tan was a good snuggler though, so I was happy. We had a repeat performance the next morning. However, she was not interested in going to the beach. I reminded her it was part of our agreement. She told me she didn’t have her suit with her so I suggested we return to her room and get it. With that, we took off on the bike to Pattong beach.

In her room complex we found the other girls sitting on the floor facing the fan. They just sat there like they were watching TV. It was kinda surreal.

I asked about Gin. She was still sleeping as Tan eased open the door. She got up to say hello and I gave her a peck on the forehead. “Do you want to go the beach with us?” I asked. She held her head as she shook it. The other girls told me that she stayed up all night playing solitaire. I had the impression that she was rather drunk the night before and she couldn’t sleep without being drunk. I dunno.

Tan informed me that she didn’t want to go the beach. “OK,” I said and slipped a 1000THB note into her pocketbook.

She looked at me and said “1500.”

“Uh, uh!” I said and reminded her of our agreement the night before. (Like, is this becoming a habit, or what?!) She smiled, gave me a kiss on the cheek and thanked me. Now that was a refreshing change.

There were quite a few cuties hanging around the room complex. I learned that one of them was heading to the beach. “Come with me!” I told her. She said she was going with some of the other girls. “Great,” I said, “we can all go together.” A few minutes later, four of us were on our way to the beach on our two bikes.

Stay tuned for part 5. Believe me when I say it’s worth the wait.

[End of part 4]

I love reports like this. Stories of real people, who have experiences both above and below expectation, and they have great sense of humor when stuff doesn't go perfect. Hell reading some of the reports around here, I was starting to think I was the only one who didn't have the stars and planets align perfectly, every twist of fate goes my way mind blowing experience each time I stepped out my door. Keep serving up these slices of monger life with your good attitude and I will keep eating up them up.

Thanks, X. I, too, get discouraged reading some of the reports on the board. Had I not hung out with a few of these guys, I'd have thought their stories were pure cock and bull. Well, some guys really do have all the luck ... or make their luck happen as the case may be.

I get blown off far more often then I get blown away, but I've noticed that I'm getting better and better at this game. My reports are certainly not brag-fests. I'm just bursting to tell someone about what happened to me (and I certainly can not do that back at the office).

X, if you haven't already had a look, please check out my Rio tale and give me some feedback. I'd appreciate it.

Tan, the Dancing Queen

Photos: Dancing Queen Tan 1 Dancing Queen Tan 2

Hi Wombat

Your young dancing queen is a BG in my bar, let me know youe thoughts regarding bar and BG's etc...
thanks Geespot

Geespot, you're not joking me, are you? You're in the Tiger complex? Unless she's changed bars, tell which two flags symbolize your bar.

Thats easy mate, my bar is called love bar, 50% scottish & 50% thai, i.e. Scotland flag st andrews cross and flag of thailand

anything you want to know or tell me e mail love_gar@msn.com be only too happy to help

ps wombat she frequently wears a cowboy hat and some sexy black boots, alway shows her midrith

I will tell her you were asking for her!!!
G