We had a beer in his room and talked travel, girls and photography. He’d spent quite some time in Indonesia so I filled my notepad with good locations. Afterward, we walked up to Soi Cowboy.
Soidog is a middle-aged, heavyset guy, sporting a bit of a goatee. His looks are pretty much average and he mostly goes around in t-shirt, shorts and sandals -- in other words, a pretty normal looking guy. He also has a reputation. I saw evidence of that first hand. As we walked to Cowboy, girls on the street recognized him and said hello. Furthermore, many of these cuties were jumping out in front of him asking if he would take them with him. Yikes! I would have grabbed a few myself but they only had eyes for him.
On Soi Cowboy, I went looking for my Hatyai gymnast, Blu. Unfortunately, she was not there that evening. We spent some time checking out the girls there, and a few other places. There were some strong contenders for the roll of mistress Wombat, but none to whom I was willing to commit.
Soidog took me to his favorite bar. “You can always have good time there,” he said. The girls, he admitted, might not be the best looking, but they were the most fun. That sounded pretty good to me.
We got ourselves a booth and a couple of Soidog’s friends bounded onto his lap. Another girl, not my type, joined me a few minutes later. A rather large, dark skinned, mamasan type woman joined us and pestered us for drinks. She was running around pulling up her t-shirt and generally carrying on. Eventually, I attracted the attention of a fit looking young lady with spiky jelled hair and a sexy outfit. I got rid of the first girl and invited Nin to join me. Soidog, meanwhile, was sucking face with his two girls.
Nin was an attractive 25 year old who had been working at least a year. Her English was good and she was quite playful. Something about the way a few locks of hair would drop over her forehead made her look oh-so sexy.
After a bit, she had to go back up onstage. She was really into the music. She had taken a straw and tucked it behind her ear, bending the bendy bit toward her mouth. This gave it the look of a high-tech stage microphone. Nin was singing away into this thing as she danced. When she came back, she continued to sing into the straw. I was quite tempted to take her out then and there, but it was still early and I was determined to hit Nana Plaza with my pal. I gave Nin my phone number, telling her to call me when she got off work if she hadn’t been barfined.
The crowds on Soi Cowboy
On the walk to Nana, Soidog was accosted again and again. I couldn’t get over it. We checked out a few places in Nana, but many of the girls had already been pulled. At one bar, there were only a couple of girls on stage, but they all looked pretty good. We were both interested in the same little cutie, but we discovered another guy was already making a play for her.
The waitress, on the other hand, was a real dish. Good looking, lively and in good shape, she was a real winner. We wondered whether or not she could be bar fined. She side skirted a direct question, but continued to tease us while we looked over the girls. When I discovered that she was a smoker, I lost interest in her, but Soidog was still pondering the possibility. After meeting with a few other girls, nothing really struck my fancy.
It was only 1AM, but I was exhausted. I had kept busy with Ann for the last five days, so I didn’t really need to get laid that night. I bid my friend adieu and headed back to my room. I wasn’t sure if Nin would call me. By the time my head hit the pillow and I was blanking out, I was hoping that she’d been barfined.
I woke to the sound of my phone. Nin was off work and wanted to know how to find me. I was tempted to tell her to forget it, but it was, after all, my last night in Thailand for at least a few weeks. That, and she was a cutie.
I met her out on the street and took her to my room. In bed she was a blast. Going down on her was the most fun because this girl squirmed like a catfish, all the while moaning “You trying to kill me!” I was no longer tired as I switched between licking her and pounding her. She practically screamed when she finally came.
Unlike the multi-orgasmic On, Nin was a one shot wonder. She tolerated me inside her for a few minutes before apologizing and pushing me away. “You kill me already.” Once she came, she told me, she was too sensitive to touch. Now, I know she wasn’t screwing with me because I had a girlfriend who was exactly the same way. To say that that long-term relationship left major psychological scars would be an understatement. So, as it was, I understood Nin’s condition. Unlike my ex however, Nin was determined to see me through to the end.
She knelt down between my thighs and instructed me to slide my butt up onto her lap. With my legs wrapped around her waist, she proceeded to give me a fantastic blowjob, one of the best I’ve ever had in my life. Although I came in her mouth, I never found out if she was a spitter or a swallower; my head was thrown back and my eyes squeezed shut for some time after the climax.
Once we showered, she was touchable again so a good long cuddle was in order.
The next morning we had another go round. Neither one of us came, having spent our all the night before. I had arranged to meet with Soidog and a mutual friend for morning coffee. I offered Nin the opportunity to sleep until my return, but she had an appointment in the next hour. I invited her to join us.
Photos: Sensitive Yin 52
Soidog ended up taking the waitress from the bar. She was sleeping in his bed while we walked to the coffee shop. Nin stayed with the three of us for a bit before she departed for her rendezvous. We had breakfast and parted company. I returned to my room, got packed and headed for the airport.
Garuda was having some sort of problem with the plane. It was scheduled to fly through Bali on its way to Sydney. There were a lot of anxious Aussies in the terminal that afternoon as they delayed the flight by a half hour, then an hour. They wanted to put me up in an airport hotel when they decided to postpone until the morning. I was able to negotiate my way into a flight to Singapore that would fly me to Bali the next afternoon. Whoo, hoo! Free trip and accommodations in Singapore! Sssssmokin’!