Although I went there to see Ann, I wanted to enjoy Pattaya a bit before I settled down with my tilac (sweetheart). I began touring the various bars and clubs. In one go go, I came in and watched a young guy playing with a girl on stage. He was up dancing with her for a few moments, carrying on. The girl was absolutely beautiful, small, thin and possessed a rack that would look big on a girl twice her size. I made careful note that they were real. Damn lucky bastard, that fellow.
The guy handed the girl some money, blew her a kiss and headed for the door. “Uh, buddy?” I asked as he passed me. “Why aren’t you taking her with you?” I had to know. In a Scandinavian accent, he told me that he taken her out before and they were just friends now. I could not bring myself to tell him that she was not the sort to make friends with, but relentlessly bang from morning ‘til night. I just thanked my lucky stars that it might be me banging her next.
The moment I had a chance, I called her over and ordered drinks. To make a long story short, she was every bit as beautiful sitting beside me as she was on stage. She did not, however, want to go with me. It was a bit complicated, but she seemed to have a sponsor that was calling her later. While I was quite OK with this, she somehow made it more complicated. That the girl had not been barfined already (and it was well after midnight), led me to conclude that she really had no intension of going long time. What I should have done was arranged to meet her the next day for a photo session. She was that amazing.
I wandered in and out of various places before accepting an offer from some Hello Girls to check out their bar down an alleyway somewhere. It was a small and narrow bar, but the girls inside, although mediocre looking, were having an absolute blast. There were only a couple of other fellas there, but the girls were whooping it up like the navy was in town.
A tall, very thin, lady grabbed me and sat me down in the corner. Worry not, my brothers, I was not shanghaied by a ladyboy. This girl, as it turned out, was thirty years old and had a ten-year old son. You wouldn’t know that just looking at her body. She had the physique of a (healthy) runway model.
I bought drinks for us both. One of her friends joined us, Yow asked if I’d buy a drink for her because she was sad and hadn’t had any drinks all evening. Yow, on the other hand, was feeling no pain. The girl sulked so much I capitulated. No sooner had the order for another drink gone out when yet another girl arrived looking for a drink. The ol’ foot went down on that one.
I was having a pretty good time with Yow. Her English was very good and she was a lot of fun. She accepted my offer of long time and I signaled to pay bar. The bar tab came to somethingorother, but I had to pay Yow the bar fine directly. That struck me rather odd, but I went ahead and paid.
We started back to the hotel. She was quite drunk, so I’m glad I cut her off when I did. Walking back, past all the vendors in the street, I asked her if she wanted to eat. She didn’t. Walking past the little convenience store, I asked her again. It wasn’t until we were all the way down that she decided she was hungry and we started back. She pondered over the selection but could not find any Issan food. I suggested that she really wasn’t hungry and led her back down the road.
We got undressed and began the shower when the real fun began. Just as we’d gotten soaped up, Yow’s stomach decided that it had a bit too much to drink. I supported her on the slippery tile while she balanced over the toilet, retching. Thank heavens for Thai toilet design of not separating the toilet area from the shower. I was able to keep running the warm water over her and rinsing her mouth and face. She curled up, half on the floor, half in my lap, while I continued to run the water over her.
When I sensed that it was over, I picked her up and made her brush her teeth before carrying her to bed. After toweling her off, I put her under the sheets and climbed in beside her. This, my brothers, was much too much a girlfriend experience. How many times had I girlfriends who drank way too much and ended up in a similar situation? Too many, I suppose, but I was happy to look after Yow that night.
When she woke up the next morning, there was not a trace of hangover. She was as chipper as a member of the 4H Club ready to show her prize rabbit to the judges. The first thing she wanted to know was what happened the night before. “You don’t remember being sick?” I asked. I explained how we met and guided her through the events of the night. She remembered only a few things. When she learned we didn’t have sex, she marched me into the shower and we got cleaned up.
Back on the bed she sucked me long and slow. Man, that beats the hell out of coffee in the morning. Yow was quite experienced, and made good use of her knowledge. I had a terrific time with her.
After we showered again, she got dressed right away. I planned to lounge around for a few hours so didn’t bother dressing. She told me how she’d split with her man the year before and only recently started working the bars. I also learned also that she had been sponsored for a little while, to the tune of something like 40,000 baht per month! When I asked her about the bar fine the night before, she admitted that she’d already been bar fined, but went back after a short time. I actually should not have had to pay the bar. So, she pocketed the proceeds. Cheeky thing!
I was lying on the bed, Yow was between my legs. I guided her hand to the little wombat, showing her how to massage while we talked. We spent quite some time that way before she decided to use her mouth. Having her, fully dressed, blowing me like that was a real treat.
Photos: Sexy Yow 50 51
She left and I hung out a bit, flipping through the channels and reading my book. In the late afternoon, I made my way to one of the massage places for a good soap up. Unfortunately, the girl I selected did not provide oral action of any sort. I don’t mind if they’re not into fellatio, but no kissing? Yuck!
I called Ann and told her I would see her the next day. She had grown quite anxious to see me, sending me text messages about twice a day. I felt kinda bad not going to her right away, but I was on holiday and wanted to drink deep from the wellsprings of life. Actually, I think Pope had the right idea, “A little learning is a dangerous thing; drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring, there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, while drinking largely sobers us again.”
I did the usual tour of Walking Street, checking out shows and specials. One group of Hello Girls, done up in cute schoolgirl outfits, tried to get me inside their club. I teased them a bit, but one was cute enough that I told her that maybe I would barfine her. She didn’t think she was pretty enough, but she was, in fact, a honey. I went inside.
There were a couple of girl that who interested me. One got snagged right away, so I turned my attention to a couple of others. One joined me for a drink, but had to go back on stage shortly after. Another joined me but was called away by the mamasan before I got to really chat with her. Just as I was ready to leave, the Hello Girl came by and gave me a smile. She wanted to know if I’d met a girl I like. “Only you,” I told her with a grin.
I called over mamasan and asked her about barfining the girl. She had never gone with a customer so she talked it over with Wan. She was OK, to go, but I’d have to pay go go girl bar fine price. Ouch.
My girl dashed off to get dressed. I didn’t even recognize her when she came back. In her schoolgirl outfit, I just wanted to nail her right there and then, but in her street clothes, she just looked nice. Good looking, yes, but not totally fuckable as she did in costume. I toyed with the idea of getting her to pack her uniform, but when she took my hand and started for the door, I forgot it.
We headed down the street and I bought her something to eat. Wan told me that she had never gone with a customer before, and then admitted she had never been with a Farang before. I assured her that I would take good care of her. Yes, very good care.
It was still a bit early, so we settle on the couch and watched some Thai music videos. Before long, we were necking up a storm. I figured she should best be warmed up before hitting the showers. I spent some time giving her kissing lessons before I suggested we retire.
In the shower, she wouldn’t open her eyes she was so shy. I guided her hand to grab hold of that which she didn’t want to see. At that point she had no choice but to open her eyes. I showed her what was in store for her and told her how to wash it and the rest of me. I also told her that with any man, she was to shower with him and give him a good inspection before going to bed. We rinsed off and hit the sheets.
I was taking my time with Wan. There was no rush and I wanted her first Farang experience to be a good one. Hey, I’m doing you fellows a favor here! When I went down on her, I could sense that she was even more nervous. That is until she discovered how good that felt!
Her phone rang a little while later. As all Thai girls do, she grabbed it and answered before I had the chance to tell her that we were busy. She spoke for a few moments and hung up. I could tell that something was up. It rang again and again she answered. She then told me that her friend was in trouble and she was worried. I was lying by her side at that point.
She slid between my legs and started an enthusiastic blowjob. Between strokes, she asked me if it was OK if we just went short time. Seeing as how I had paid a pretty hefty bar fine, and seeing as how she was a real honey, I held her to her long time promise.
She wanted to know if it was OK that she leave and come back. “What time?” I asked. It was one o’clock now; she figured an hour would be enough. I agreed, but put her on her back. I wanted to seal the deal. I eased myself inside her and gave her deep kisses. “I want you to know what’s in store for you when you return,” I told her. I made her promise she would come back before I pulled out.
Wan quickly donned her clothes and asked me pay her. I told her I would pay in the morning as we agreed. She explained that she had no money and would need some for her friend. I reluctantly handed over five hundred baht. She kissed me and promised again she would return.
I fell asleep but woke up an hour later, shortly after two. I called her to ask where she was. She was with her friend near the Big C shopping center but would leave soon. I fell asleep again but woke an hour later. No knock on the door woke me. I called her, but she didn’t pick up. Oh well! I went back to sleep. I was more bummed out over not getting a photo of her than anything else. She was a cutie.
The next afternoon I went for another soapy. This is the sort of thing you can’t get anywhere, and when I was back home after my first trip, I regretted not having more of them. So, I was on a mission. I went to the other soapy join near the Big C and selected a pleasant young lady. She did a good job taking care of me. I didn’t come; I just wanted the ol’ pump primed for Ann that evening.
My soapy girl gets things ready
Where the opening action takes place
I made my way to Ann’s club at five o’clock. I knew she started work around that time. I sat outside and sent her a text message. “Can not come to see you today. Maybe tomorrow” I sent her.
It took only a few minutes before I received her sharp reply. “WHY???”
“I have to see someone important” I texted back. I went into the club, grabbed a seat in a corner and ordered a drink. I didn’t know where she was, probably getting ready to go on stage or something. I chatted with a few of the girls I met on my previous visit. After a few minutes, it occurred to me that perhaps she wasn’t at work yet. For all I knew, she was at home moping about. I started asking the girls if she’d seen Ann. There was a flurry of activity as they went scurrying about looking for her. Mamasan came over and I let her in on my ruse. She sent one of the girls to fetch Ann, telling her to say that she wanted to talk to her.
When she arrived, I didn’t quite get the reaction I expected. While Ann could best be described as placid, I at least expected a squeal when she discovered I was there. Instead, she just gave me this big smile and a look that said “You got me.” That was good enough for me. She curled up in the seat next to me and I gave her a big hug and kiss.
We hung out at the bar for a bit and caught up on the news. I told her about my travels and she told me how she’d been off sick and was just now recovering. We headed out and started back to my room. I wanted to relax with Ann, so we did some DVD shopping along the way.
It wasn’t until we started into the bar area of Walking Street that I was suddenly overcome with a panic attack. It just hit me that we would soon be walking right past the bar where Wan worked. As a Hello Girl, her job was to stand outside, scanning the street for white males! While I had little doubt that she was more concerned about running in to me than I was, I didn’t want to take a chance of her running up to me or saying hello or worse while in the company of Ann. My sweetheart thought I only just arrived. If she learned that I had been there since at least the day before, it would kinda spoil the mood, if you know what I mean.
I steered Ann down a couple of side streets and alleys so as to avoid a large stretch of Walking Street. We made it back to the room with no problem and settled in for a night of movies and amour.
We woke late the next morning. I rushed her through the shower as we had only a few minutes to get out the door and to the wharf. I was determined to spend a day at the beach and the 11AM boat would be soon leaving. She was sure there was another boat at 11:30; she was so sure, in fact, that we slowed down and took our time getting ready. When we arrived at the wharf at 11:15, we learned the next boat wasn’t until sometime after 1PM. Ann batted her big dark eyes and waied me apologetically. I scowled at her with a lopsided smile.
The speedboat touts were trying to convince me that I should waste a thousand baht for their services, but I waved them off. Ann and I returned to my room where I claimed compensation for her mistake by submitting her to my will.
I rented a bike and we drove around looking for a nice beach on which to lounge for a few hours. There are no nice beaches in Pattaya. I looked. We settled on a forgettable stretch of sand, rented chairs and relaxed in the sea breeze. I couldn’t bring myself to go into the water, however. After swimming in Phuket, this was equivalent to taking a dip in the East River.
I called El Diablo to see if we could get together. He agreed to meet us at Buffalo Bar around 7PM. When we showed up, I was astounded at how many good-looking girls were working there. Furthermore, most of them were dressed in tasteful outfits, not the typical bar girl attire. I could see why he liked the place.
I scanned the room looking for my pal. Just then, he texted me, letting me know that he was already there, but was, um, engaged and would join me soon. Ann spotted the pool table and challenged me to a game. “You play pool?” I asked. She just smiled at me. She beat me, of course, but she wasn’t a particularly skilled player. El D showed up and we enjoyed a drink and some conversation.
Going back to the hotel, I took the long way around to avoid Walking Street entirely. I spent another delightful night with my girl.
Walking Street by day
We went to the movies the next afternoon. It was one of the few things to do in Pattaya (other than the obvious, I mean). Ann and I had been visiting the hotel pool every day, but this time I decided we should try the sea. I don’t know why I bothered. I guess I just wanted to get Ann alone in the water, but there was no way I was going to reenact my play with Ting and Oum in that water.
That evening, Ann and I went out to dinner with El Diablo and his Thai wife. The girls had a great time chatting while El D and I talked business and about life in Thailand.
I spent a few more days with Ann. She was a perfect girlfriend and wife the whole time we were together. I remember regretting that there was no way I could create a duplicate of myself to stay with her in Thailand and start a life together there with her while I continued my life back home. I wasn’t completely smitten, as I still thought of Oum and managed to exchange a few calls and text messages with her. My fantasy life would have been to live with Ann and keep Oum on the side … but that was just one of many fantasies.
I received word from my employer that there were no projects for me and I was welcome to extend my leave of absence by another month. I expected only a few weeks extra time so I could travel through Vietnam, but a month? Whoa! That gave me more than six extra weeks in SEA.
I visited a couple of travel shops to see what options were open to me. The Philippines was a strong contender. Southern China was also a possibility. In the end, I decided on exploring a bit of Indonesia since one of my favorite girls came from there. I booked a one-way ticket for Bali, intending to return via ferry so I might take in Batam and Singapore.
Ann saw me off at the bus station the next day. She was matter-of-fact about my departure, as we both knew it was coming. She didn’t try to get me to stay longer, but asked that I see her again as soon as I could. I promised her that I would. I intended to take her back to Bangkok during my final days so we could explore the city together. I figured a few nights in the Marriott would be a real treat for her. She didn’t cry when I said goodbye. I didn’t know whether this was a good sign or a bad sign, but Ann was not a clingy person and quite stoic in her emotions.
Next stop: Bangkok!