Part 25: Final Days in the City of Angels
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Part 25: Final Days in the City of Angels
The bus from Pattaya to Bangkok got in around 4:30PM. By the time we checked into the Marriott, it was close to supper. I managed to get a room on the executive floor, so I had access to food and drink in the lounge. That sufficed for supper that night.
Nana Plaza in the late afternoon
Just as I had maintained contact with Ann while I was with smiling girl in Phuket I had been in communication with smiling girl since my departure from the island. We’d send text messages now and then, or I might sneak a quick call between sanuking adventures. I told her I was busy looking for potential employment (which really was my intention). Imagine my shock when she told me she was now in Bangkok and wanted to come to me! She wasn’t supposed to leave Phuket for another week, but missed me so much she decided to leave early. Yikes!
I just had to see her. Despite my terrific adventures over the past few days, smiling girl was such a gem I could not turn her down. The problem of course, was Ann presence in my room. I had to come up with something … and come up with something fast.
I gave smiling girl a hard time for not letting me know in advance that she was coming. I told her that I was really busy for the next few days and there was no way I could see her. I assured her that I would get together with her before I left and would contact her soon.
My flight left Monday evening. I hadn’t discussed these details with Ann, so I let it slip that I was leaving early Saturday morning. I also indicated that I’d be going out with friends on Friday night, so I’d let her go back to Pattaya on Friday afternoon. She accepted this matter-of-factly. Whew!
After supper, I was all set to bed Ann again, but I wanted to check out the Siam Center’s movie theatre. I’d heard that that they had a premium theatre setup. The only movie that interested me was Van Helsing. The tickets were rather expensive, even by Western standards, but I was up for treating Ann and myself to a special showing. We hung around the mall for a while until screening time.
We were escorted to a tasteful lounge and given a soft drink and snack while we waited. At show time, everyone was escorted to the theatre and shown to our seats. Oh, what seats they were; big, soft, reclining lazy-boy-type chairs with a little table between each pair. They provided us with socks, blankets and pillows. Oohhh, this was nice.
Although our seats were right next to each other, the arms were so wide that we could barely hold hands, let alone snuggle. The theatre did have loveseats, but they were vibrating chairs (like, I’d need a vibrating chair?) and hence twice the cost of a regular expensive ticket.
The movie was a terrific comic book adventure. By the time it was over, it was quite late, so we made our way back to the hotel and went straight to bed.
I’d planned to take Ann to the palace and few other touristy places, but by the time we got around to waking up, making like bunnies and showering, it was mid-afternoon. She was actually not all that interested in playing tourist. What she wanted was to get her picture taken.
In Pattaya, weeks before, I took Ann to one of the dress up photo places. Here they made her up and dressed her in traditional Thai costume and photographed her. Neither of us was happy with the results and she wanted to try again. I did a bit of research and discovered where all the photo studios were located. We spent a considerable amount of time discovering that all these places shot film (not digital) and did not have traditional costume. I was sure we could find this at MBK so off we went.
The photo studios in MBK were significantly more expensive than Pattaya. I tried to get them to let me use my own camera, but they insisted on full price. I was a bit peeved over all this, having spent more than a few hours on the effort. Ann didn’t mind though, she, in typical Thai fashion, took it all in stride. I told her to get the pictures back in Pattaya and we went for supper.
Portal of desire
I’d hoped to a find good movie playing at MBK, but I was out of luck; they all sucked. We ate dinner and returned to the hotel and went for a late-night swim (the Marriott is one of the few hotels who keep their swimming pool open after 9PM).
MBK Plaza
I took a few minutes to send a text message to my smiling girl. I told her I would be back the next day (Friday) and that she should come to the hotel at 6PM. This would give me plenty of time to get Ann on bus out of town.
Ann was up for a bit of shopping on our last night together. She had spied the bargirl clothes vendors on Sukhumvit and wanted to get couple of tops. We headed over and she browsed through the selection. She was doing her best to involve me, but I know full well that I have no taste in bargirl fashion style. She chose a couple of tops and we return to the room where she modeled them for me.
This was an excellent time to give her the gift I’d been saving for her. She unwrapped it to reveal a pair of black tights, with delicate tasteful sides. She was delighted, particularly given that it matched her new tops. She modeled her new clothes once more.
Photos: Ann 66 67 68
On Friday morning, I started packing my stuff. Ann believed I was leaving the next morning, so I wanted it to look good. It would also help smiling girl to think I’d only just arrived. I’d toyed with the idea of having the hotel move me to another room, but figured it was a lot of trouble for nothing.
Ann accompanied me when I went to the tailor to pick up the shirts and pants I’d ordered. She carefully perused the selection of ties and bought two of them for me (what a sweetie).
I promised to take her to the bus station and wait with her there. This plan changed after she received a somewhat long phone call. We both learned that Ann’s father was in Bangkok. She decided she would go and visit him instead of returning to Pattaya. I smiled and told her that was a great idea. Inside I was cringing. It was quite possible that she’d spend a few hours with him and decide she wanted to come spend the night with me before I “left” the next morning. I could imagine a knock at my door at 1AM while I was in the arms of my smiling girl. I should have changed rooms.
I sent Ann off in a taxi, waving goodbye as it rolled down the street. The moment it turned the corner, I was dialing my smiling girl. Her phone wasn’t on. “Hmmm, that’s odd,” I thought.
I had a couple of hours to spare, so what to do, what to do? “How ‘bout a soapy massage, Wombat?” You know, sometimes I have good ideas. This was one of those times.
I’d heard about Annie’s on many occasions. I knew it was a bit run down, and the girls were not beautiful, but it was inexpensive and was a five-minute walk from the hotel. Furthermore, I had it on good authority (El Burro, The Cleanest Man in Bangkok) that Annie’s performed the soapy slide. I figured it was time to check it out.
When I arrived, the girls all scrambled into their positions in the fish bowl. They were just as I had expected, mostly mediocre looking and a bit older than the upscale joints. There was one who caught my eye. She was a little thing with impressive rack. I don’t usually go for the busty girls, but she was pearl among the marbles.
I called her out and introduced myself. Although she knew no English, Aa gave me a warm smile. Her head didn’t even come up as far as the middle of my chest. She led me to the room.
The room was pure cheese. Although clean, it was decorated in some weird Western/Thai fusion style with posters from the eighties on the wall. The centerpiece, I dare not call it masterpiece, was a horrible bas-relief sculpture on the mirror. When I saw the spot beside the tub, I knew a slipy-slidy body massage was in store for me. Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
Aa filled the tub and we undressed. I noticed just then that there was no air mattress and pointed this out to my girl. She fetched the mamasan who explained they no longer did the air mattress thing. If she actually had on, she assured me, she would let us use it, but sadly, they were no more.
Aa, pulled me into the tub and began her scrub down. I couldn’t help compare her to my first soapy sweetheart, Nu. Where my Hatyai honey was methodical and deliberate, Aa was vigorous and enthusiastic. She was also horny.
After giving the little wombat a good scrub, proceeded to blow me. She then drained a bit of the water and performed the soapy slide, massaging my dick between her thighs. She popped on condom on the little fella and slid home. Yow! I’ve done more than a couple of soapies, but this was the first time I’d had sex in the tub. I liked it!
While Aa was sliding all over me, my hands were busy playing with her. I was more than pleased to discover that I was able to slide one, then two, fingers in her ass. “Oh, my,” I thought.
It wasn’t long before we rinsed, dried and moved to the bed. Here the fun continued unabated. In addition to the possibility of anal sex, Aa had another intriguing quality. Like my previous soapy girl, Aa was lactating, but in much greater quantities. I was having fun massaging her breasts and squeezing them gently to deliver a squirt of milk.
Aa brought a bottle of baby oil to the bed. I hadn’t used oil in sex play for years. Being a kinda hairy guy, it doesn’t do much for me, but sliding my body of a slick and oily Thai girl held interesting possibilities.
(N.B. Petroleum products, like baby oil, eat rubber. This is why it’s never used as a lubricant. I was taking a slight chance in this situation, knowing that the contact would be only for a few short minutes.)
I squirted the oil all over Aa and massaged her. She loved the attention. I rolled her over on her stomach and did the same to her back. I paid special attention to her ass, pouring liberal quantities between her cheeks, and then sliding my fingers into her puss and then her ass. She raised her butt off the sheets in appreciation. I straddled her slid into her pussy. I worked a few fingers into her ass, prepping her for the arrival of the little wombat.
When I pressed my dick against her rectum, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. I worked it in slowly until the head was inside her. I stretched forward to kiss her until she was able to relax enough to accommodate me. After a few moments, I slithered in the whole way, giving her short and gentle strokes.
Once she was good and comfortable, I increased the pace and the depth. I was straddling her butt with my weight on my knees and hands. After a few minutes, I was pounding into her. Aa’s her little ass was in pushed up to meet me, her petite fingers were gripping my wrists tightly. I was dripping sweat all over her, it was beading up on her oiled back; man, I wish I had a camera crew filming us in action.
Stretching out on top of her, I put one hand beneath her so I could play with her clit. When I came, I was sliding my fingers over and inside her pussy. I was so horny that my erection didn’t even subside. I stayed inside her for nearly five minutes. When I finally pulled out, I collapsed on the bed beside her and instructed her to tongue my ass. This just pushed me right back over the top and I was ready to hump her again after about two minutes. Knowing we were out of time, I refrained.
Photos: Aa 69 70
We washed up. I grabbed a few more photos, and stuffed a sizable tip in her purse. When I left, I gave the mamasan a hard time about the air mattress thing. She explained it was not a management decision, really. The police are behind it all. Huh? Yeah, that’s right, if there’s a mattress, the massage joint must be up to no good. No mattress, no problem. I had her explain this no fewer than three times to make sure I wasn’t mistaken, and that’s what she said.
Leaving Annie’s, I felt like a million bucks. I went back to the hotel, almost sure that my smiling girl would be waiting in the lobby. Nope. I headed over to Pantip Plaza to check out the software and DVD selections. I was overjoyed to discover a vendor had a copy of rather obscure piece of software I’ve always wanted. No sooner had I placed my order but a commotion began. Nearly all the vendors were closing up shop in a hurry. I finally found someone who told me what was going on. It was a police raid. I later learned that the police always raid Pantip just at closing time so business doesn’t suffer all that much.
You know, I kinda like the Thai police system. It’s chaotic, sure, but at least it’s not boring.
Soi Nana warming up.
I kept trying to get through to my girl but discovered that I was out of minutes. I bought some more time from a vendor, who installed it for me (by calling the appropriate number and entering a code) but the phone still didn’t work! He explained that the service provider was down and no cell phone calls could get connected. What? He explained it could be like that for a few hours. Damn!
Back on Sukhumvit, I wandered around, checked e-mail and kept an eye on the phone. At 10PM, my phone rang. “Where you now?” she said. She had run out of minutes on her phone then was hit by the same problem I had.
I tried to explain where I was, but she had no idea where the Marriott was located. Furthermore, I couldn’t figure out where she was so I couldn’t just fetch her. I handed the phone to a Thai vendor and asked her to tell my girl how to get to Sukumvit. They spoke for a few moments before I retrieved my phone. The vendor said my girl could take a taxi, but had no money.
I told smiling girl to get in a cab and I would meet her at the hotel and pay for the ride. Wait a second, no money? That girl should have been the Issan equivalent of loaded. Even if she’d been spending like a drunken sailor she should still have a few hundred Baht left.
At the hotel I told the doorman my girl would soon arrive, showed him a picture and gave him a few hundred baht, explaining if the taxi cost more, to call my room. I went upstairs, grabbed a drink in the lounge and went to my room.
A half hour later, she was knocking at my door, all smiles and sniffs and hugs and kisses. I pulled her inside and we collapsed on the bed. It wasn’t long before we stripped off each other’s clothes and hit the shower. I had her give me a massage before we proceeded to the main course.
I learned where the money I gave her went. She sent nearly all of it to her parents. Despite the fact that she is the youngest sibling and did not yet have a job, she sent most of it home. I gave her a hard time about this. I told her she had to take care of herself first, otherwise she would not be able to help her parents later.
The next morning, I snuck off for a bite of breakfast while she slept in. When I returned I began where the night left off.
I had to hit the post office to send some stuff home, and then we took off to the weekend market to buy myself a second bag. I’d accumulated far too much stuff. We were so sweaty (well, I was sweaty, she looked like a flower), we got showers … which, of course, led to a quick romp in the bed.
Next, it was another trip to Pantip to pick up the goods I missed the day before. While there, I got a call from El Diablo. Not only was he in town, but he just left Pantip! We met up at the famous beer garden. El D was there with his wife, his pal was with another girl. The three boys had a drink and got caught up while the girls got acquainted with one another.
Since there were no good movies playing at my favorite theatres, we chose instead to go to this little 20THB place that turned out to be as good as my favorite old theatres back home. We checked out a French animation called “Triplets of Bellevue.” It was great fun. Since there was no real dialog, she enjoyed it just as much.
Our final night together was as pleasant at the first. I woke her early the next morning, as it was going to be a big day. We had a bit of fun, then I let her go back to sleep while I met KonYai for brunch.
KonYai and I headed over to Dynasty after eating to I could introduce my buddy to Empimethius. Epi showed us the schoolgirl skirts he had made up in the Philippines. I told the boys I had to get back to the hotel as I had something waiting for me in bed.
Back in the room, we played some more before I packed my bags, and she packed hers. I left her with a bunch of little treats I had brought along (mostly colored pencils). I checked out of the room and we went to the lounge to relax. I had a couple of hours before my flight.
The skyline from the Marriott
Photos: Smiling Girl 71 72
At the appointed hour, we went downstairs. I kissed her goodbye, and told her I would see her again as soon as I could – a promise I will keep. I watched her through the back of the cab window and we drove away, that big smile lighting up her face.
At the airport, I checked my bags browsed the duty free and boarded my plane. I sat back and thought about the events of the past few weeks. I was exhausted, but I still had a bit more adventure to go.
Next stop: Tokyo!
wow...smiling girl is hot ! do you think you could give me her name and number ?
eric