Thermae and Koreans Japanese
[QUOTE=Fast Eddie 48; 1218751]To Green bud.
I first go to Thermae in 1995 back then after 2am after all the go go bar closed all the girl go there so many you cannot even walk, you can get girl for 700bht ST and they stay for 2 hr 2 shots is a buyer market then, you guy are lucky that the Japanese don't go to AC not sure why maybe that they are not welcome most Fillipino hate the Jap because of what they did in World war II.
Fast Eddie 48[/QUOTE]Well I first went to Thermae in the 1970's, and it was in a slightly different location and Baht200 all night. Last time I was there recently, it seemed mostly Korean, then Japanese then forlorn Westerners. The former two were scooping the pool.
Sorry I have a different take on the Japanese in Phils. Girls wouldn't even know what world war 2 was. Older Filipinos in 70's age range etc remember, and don't forgive, young ones don't know and don't care. Girls prefer Japanese over and above the almighty Koreans! Cause they are also big spenders, don't spend much time if any, screwing the girls, and are polite. Something you can not say about the arrogant impolite Koreans.
Japanese in Phils nowadays thin on the ground due to them running into lots of scams, robberies etc. They were a soft target for the criminal element in Phils. Their government instructed them around Mid 80's onwards, not to visit Philippines any more, and as you know the Japanese obey authority, so they moved over to safer Thailand. But Koreans are outnumbering Japanese both in Philippines and Thailand nowadays. Maybe something to do with their ever increasing prosperity. Got to hand it to them, Koreans they make great products, but not great wingmen LOL. All is not lost, we have other things neither of those two have, and I am not talking about big penises. The Korean success story will not last. They are the flavour now, but not forever. End of subject for me.
November 2011 Trip Day 5 – Angeles City: Carousel hottie
Continued from Manila forum.
My bus ride from Manila to Angeles City, the 3:30 departure from the Southern Cross hotel, was filled with anticipation. I slept a bit (the seats were very comfortable, it was a better vehicle than the Swagman I returned on) , read up a little on AC (the whorist blog and Wayne's Angeles City map provided great information) , and enjoyed the view of a fantastic sunset. We arrived around 6:30, the bus dropping me off near my hotel, the Pacific Breeze. I was happy I had made a reservation, since they were full – so full that all they had for me was a windowless executive room (unless you count the window opening to the hallway, which was pointless) in the new wing. The next morning, fortunately, I was able to change to an executive plus at $60 per night – complete with bathtub and window to the outside world.
Overall I really liked the Pacific Breeze, for its very new and clean rooms. 5% discount for paying cash, and great service (a phone call to check on you when a girl leaves, and extra towels delivered by housekeeping two minutes after you call to request them). Best, it had a very central and strategic location off Santos Street (with a laundry and internet cafe across the street). That made it very convenient for the action on Fields Avenue, but in a quieter, more intimate location than the main strip; in this way it was like the place I had stayed earlier this year in Pattaya a couple of blocks off Soi LK Metro. (Pacific Breeze is also right by 'blow row, ' the Santos Street blow job bars; though one of them, Gobbles, is now closed. I find it hard to believe that I was so close-by to these places yet never sampled them, but only at the end of my trip did I notice that the girls there were not bad looking at all, and by then I was out of time).
Like my Pattaya experience back in the spring, once I headed out from the hotel I felt completely overwhelmed. I walked a bit on Fields to get my bearings, but it felt like too much to absorb at once. Over a great Mexican dinner at Tequila Reef (also very convenient to Pacific Breeze) , I set my plan for the evening.
It started with a walk east down Fields, with a stop into Blue Nile for a drink. This place and other theme go-go's on this stretch consistently disappointed me over the course of this trip. At Blue Nile (as at Cambodia and Golden Nile) the girls where overwhelmingly mediocre (or worse) to my eye, and the dancing and overall vibe were boring. Love and Music had the latter but not enough girls to choose for the former.
So I headed to the opposite end of the avenue to Atlantis for the show I had seen advertised for 9:30. I liked Atlantis and the other show clubs like Dollhouse and Forbidden City for their layout, with a big stage and catwalk or upper level with girls lined up, allowing you see the whole lineup on hand (Crystal was similar but didn't seem high enough for good sight lines). The shows were entertaining and the participatory element fun (though using my index finder to propel the sausage-shaped balloons through the air had some uncomfortable anatomical connotations.) , and the unlimited free bowls of popcorn made me a fan. As I found later, these places were perfect for barhopping with a girl. Just not great for picking one.
I just didn't see that the show bars had better looking girls than other Angeles City bars. This was evident even on my first night at Atlantis, where the girls being highlighted during the showcase (who barfined at 3, 000 pesos) really had nothing in looks over the other, less pricey girls. Except one thing: height. This was the common variable I noticed in places that had dual pricing systems (the show bars as well as places like Golden Nile). Otherwise, I saw no reason why anyone would pay more.
That said, by the time 11:00 rolled around I was getting horny, and wondered 'shouldn't I have a girl picked out by now? ' One of the Atlantis dancers in the urban street dancing troupe was rather cute, so I asked the waitress, who turned out to be her friend, to call her over. We chatted over a lady drink, and figuring her lithe figure and dancing skills could translate to a memorable time in bed I asked about the barfine. She told me 3, 000, which at that stage I probably would have paid given my limited experience to that point, but she let me know that as a dancer she could not go out until 1AM. That ruled her out for me, and partly in jest I asked the waitress if she could be barfined; she said it was 2, 000 pesos, but she was a cherry girl. So that was the end of my night at Atlantis.
Where to go next? Carousel was conveniently located next door, and I had read good things about it. I had also read that the carousel stage wasn't rotating, which was still the case this night; the girls had to do a rotation of their own to give everyone a view. Since I was traveling solo, I soon had a cheering section of three waitresses on hand to help me make a selection, and a girl with a Latina look and caramel colored hair caught my eye.
Mafe could dance, and strike a pose. But it was the sultry look on her face that drew me in. Once she was sitting next to me with a lady drink, she answered my question about if she liked to kiss by sticking her tongue into my mouth. Watiress, barfine please! Here I got a glimpse of the way some of the Angeles City bars were trying to get around the barfine concept that the authorities apparently frown upon these days. The waitress brought over a tray of mini iced tea-filled shot glasses, ostensibly for the girl to drink (though Mafe left them behind to get changed) , which conveniently cost the same price as the old barfine. At Carousel it was 1, 800 pesos. As a bonus I got to drink the iced tea.
As we walked down Fields Avenue together, I soon learned about the complexities that lay beneath Mafe's sexy stage persona. She was a sweet Samar girl. 21 years old, whose family moved to Angeles the year before; she had started at Carousel in October. Affectionately strolling arm-in-arm over to Suave music bar (above Tequila Reef) for some karaoke, our conversation somehow turned to world history, which Mafe apparently had taken an interest in at school. By now she had gotten my mind energized as well as my libido, which heightened the passion when we got back to the hotel. She kissed as advertised in the bar, and rode me as energetically as she danced.
November 2011 Trip Day 6 – AC: Carousel pool party, Genesis hottie, Carousel repeater
My jet lag meant I couldn't sleep soundly, and throughout the night I pined for Mafe, sleeping soundly and naked next to me. Morning eventually rolled around and so did we. After breakfast at Kokomos we returned to the hotel and Mafe helped me move my stuff to the better room I requested.
One of the reasons I decided to stay at Pacific Breeze was its swimming pool, and I invited Mafe to join me for a dip. She had been wearing athletic bikini-style underwear, so fortunately she had something to wear in the water. Mafe couldn't swim, but that was fine since I was perfectly happy sitting on the underwater bar stools as Mafe lay on top of me. I enjoyed frolicking at the pool with a hot girl, but I had nothing on the German dude who had a harem of three young looking cuties (one with especially ample boobs for her slight frame) , whom he videotaped squeezing onto a raft together and reciting naughty phrases.
After lunch Mafe and I retired to the room for more sex and cuddling and a sensual bath bordering on a soapy massage. By later afternoon she needed to head out to get ready for her shift at Carousel. I wanted to be with her again that night, and she had the same idea, and we agreed that I would see her at the bar later that evening. Mafe proposed meeting in a couple of hours, but despite embracing another multi-night encounter I also wanted to taste the variety on offer in Angeles, so I suggested seeing her after nine. When Mafe asked if she could leave some of her things in my room I was a little concerned, but figured there was no harm to it. In retrospect I should have seen it as a warning sign; I had already had an uncomfortable moment at lunch when she asked me to describe our time together in one word. But these things didn't seem that big a deal then, and I still planned on getting together with her that night.
As soon as she left, though, I put away her things in anticipation of another female visitor. The question was, where would I meet this lady? I remembered reading something good about Genesis so I walked over there, first checking out the (pretty good) talent at the attached Fantasy bar. Flirting with the sexy shot girl at Genesis was fun, but figured I should make a pick before it got too late. I liked the lineup but was indecisive: should I choose one girl or two, since having some threesomes in Angeles was one of my goals for the trip. By now the mamasan had sat at my table and let me know the barfine price (1, 800 pesos) , but there was a problem: when I gave her the number of the girl I was interested in, the mama pointed out that she was already sitting with another customer. This was like cold water to the face, compounded by the fact that for some reason the waitress had already brought over two lady drinks (including one for the mamasan) and another beer for me, none of which I had yet officially ordered.
I sent them back and sulked a bit, but soon noticed that the guest had for some reason let the girl go, and she was standing nearby. I got the mamasan to restart the process (I apologized for the misunderstanding) , and Ruffia was soon by my side. This 20 year old is an example of the gems out there who don't require paying 3, 000 pesos. She was just exquisite, with a gorgeous face and a tall, slender body. As great as she looked in a bikini, she was even more stunning in the sexy short pink dress she wore as we walked back to my hotel.
Ruffia was friendly, but I figured I might have a diva on my hands, especially when we got to the room and she immediately began texting on her mobile phone. She explained that she was just telling her mother and a cousin to go to hell for disapproving of her work as a bar girl (family dinners must be interesting in that household, since Ruffia's sister and cousin also work at Genesis).
Although I didn't feel very confident in where things were going at this point, I got Ruffia to put down her phone and stand up, and began kissing her. To my surprise, she responded enthusiastically. I pulled her dress above her ass and began fondling her cheeks as we kissed passionately, and she soon lifted her dress completely over her head to let me kiss her small but pretty breasts. Licking her pussy was next on the menu, and she responded by getting very wet and then with a sweet blowjob. We eventually moved on to fucking missionary for a long time and ended with a series of thrusts with her straddling me in cowgirl that put me over the edge. Exhausted, we stroked each other playfully afterward. It wasn't the longest session I ever had, but among the most memorable. Ruffia ranked as one of the hottest women I've ever had sex with, and gave me what's possibly the best compliment I ever received: 'you're a good fucker. '
When Ruffia departed I made my way back over to Carousel. The carousel was operating this time, which really livened the place up. As it turned Mafe came into sight, and she made some especially sexy dance moves for me. After she came to sit with me her friend Mayrose, a dancer at the One Eyed Wench bar, came in with her date for the night, and she and Mafe got up on a table to dance. My mouth watered, since Mayrose was a short, slightly thick girl with an adorable face – very tasty. Mafe noticed my interest in Mayrose and I told her about my interest in having a threesome. She said that it was something that the two of them had talked about, and that I would be an ideal first attempt for them, so she agreed to ask her friend to reserve herself for my last night in Angeles. Mafe and I soon headed out for some dinner at a Korean restaurant and to check out the show at the Dollhouse. Back at the hotel we put on a show of our own.
November 2011 Trip Day 7 – AC: Protein shake, Lost in Asia loss
the next morning mafe woke me for breakfast. she didn't have the eggs and toast variety in mind, although she definitely got her protein. with the morning light looking so beautiful on mafe's tan skin i felt the urge to do something for the first time: take photos and videos during sex. mafe's ability to put on a sultry face was perfect for the camera, and her exquisite blow job skills were ideal for video. i won't win any awards for cinematography (i need to learn to keep the camera more steady when i'm about to cum) , but we ended up making a film culminating in an explosive facial cumshot, something i'll be watching for years to come.
after breakfast (the other kind – a big one at swiss chalet) mafe began talking about how we were going to spend the rest of my visit together. i agreed to accompany her that morning on a trip to the shops where she purchased the cosmetics, jewelry, and accessories she sold to the other girls at carousel. she was quite the entrepreneur, and really impressed me with her business sense and ambition to rise above some very difficult life situations she described to me. when we got back to the room we cuddled for a while, and i expected that we would split up for the rest of the day at 1:00, when she and the other carousel dancers had their scheduled health checkup at the government clinic. mafe had other ideas, talking about what we were going to do that afternoon and night. i liked spending time with mafe but some of the things she was saying suggested that she was getting too emotionally involved, and i didn't come to angeles city to wife up. so i gently indicated that i had some things to do that afternoon, and that would prefer to rest that night before meeting the following night when we would get together with her friend.
mafe left and i took a nap and then went to use the pool, which is located at the back of the original building at pacific breeze. to get back to my part of the hotel one needs to go through the lobby and onto the street, and so after i finished my swim i exited the lobby on the way back to my room. that's when i spotted mafe standing in front of the hotel, having apparently come from her checkup, which surprised me since we had agreed to meet again the following day. fortunately she didn't see me, so i went back into the lobby to wait until she left as i didn't want to tell her that she wasn't part of my plan for the day, a trip down perimeter avenue. by myself. after a few minutes i checked again and mafe had gone. i had done the girlfriend experience one time on this philippines trip already, and now was getting it once again. only this time it was becoming the clingy, emotionally needy type of girlfriend experience, not the kind i was looking for.
after my narrow escape, i was ready for my field-trip to perimeter. i wanted to walk out there to scope it out despite the mid-day heat and humidity, grateful for stops along the way like the lewis grand hotel where i could rest in the air conditioning. based on my walk i was glad that i was staying near fields avenue, since the bars on perimeter seemed too spread-out for popping in and out, like i did at the fields ave. places during my visit. since my time was limited i didn't make the effort to check out the bars on the most of perimeter, and partly because when there were girls outside they weren't really attractive, and the less said about the women outside the massage parlors the better (my female companion on the way back, spotting them from the jeepney, commented on their rough looks).
perimeter avenue was the site of the most orgasmic, leg trembling experience of my trip: a meal at the cottage kitchen. this restaurant specializing in blues music and usa southern home cooking was my first destination that afternoon, and the lunch of barbecued spare ribs, fried catfish, potato salad and hush puppies made the trip out to perimeter (maybe even the whole trip to angeles city) worthwhile. absolutely recommended!
my other target for the afternoon was the string of bars around the clarkton hotel, just past cottage kitchen. mirrors club inside the clarkton itself was very disappointing, with only about 5 bored-looking girls on hand. afterschool wasn't especially busy, but roadies, the middle bar in the strip next to the clarkton, looked like it had plenty of potential, with a pretty good lineup of young-ish looking girls dancing behind the bar along the wall. lost in asia next door was the place i parked myself, encouraged by the lively hula hoop shimmying on stage. and the most-shimmying of them all was a delectable spinner on center stage. remembering the mantra i read on the isg forum long ago, 'if you can dance you can fuck, ' i quickly motioned for her to come over.
kelly looked a lot younger than the 23 years she claimed; i took her for a teenager, but her report of having spent three years in singapore supported what she told me. our chat at the bar was a lot of fun, one of the best i had on the trip. spinner body, cute face, great sense of humor: that ticked all my boxes and so i proposed barfining her. kelly agreed but surprised me by saying this would be her first barfine ever; she had only recently come to angeles, and in singapore she had been simply a hostess ('visiting her uncle, ' she said she told people who asked). i was equally concerned and intrigued at this notion of breaking kelly's barfine cherry, but decided to go for it and paid the mamasan the 1, 350 pesos. i had inquired at the other perimeter bars around here and they reported the same price; asking explicitly about a 'barfine' never drew a hesitant reaction, and at lia i paid the amount up front, with nothing said about paying the fine by way of drinks.
after kelly got changed we jumped on a jeepney for the 8-peso trip back to fields avenue. that's where i had my first negative experience of the afternoon, when the mother of a little girl sitting across from me said she was laughing because i looked like mr. bean; so much all those bar girls telling me i was so 'hand-sum! ' after we exited at the jeepney terminal, kelly asked for us to stop into a tattoo parlor; she had told me she planned to get a tribal tramp stamp tattoo above her bum, to complement the butterfly on her shoulder. this was fine, but then she dragged me across the street to a small shop selling handbags. i was taken aback when she asked me to buy her one, but i calculated that this would only cost a bit more than the usual 300 pesos trip i was giving the go-go girls when they left, so i got her the bag reasoning that it could only make the session go better. this bag episode was a bad omen for what was to come.
kelly's whining about walking the rest of the way the pacific breeze was a bit grating since the distance was not very far, and another sign that i had a princess on my hands. i indulged her desire to smoke in the room, and gave her the oreos in the refrigerator when she complained of being hungry. when we got down to business she burst into laughter when i licked her pussy, since of course she was ticklish. the music station, usually good accompaniment to sex with filipinas on this trip, distracted her and i had to several times guide her hand to stroke my cock, since she was fixated on the television.
kelly had little instinct for satisfying sexual pacing, and when we finally got into a decent rhythm in doggy style we were disturbed by a phone call; i grabbed the receiver and heard someone speaking in a language i didn't understand. an insistent knock on the door followed a few minutes later. i yanked off the condom and rushed to throw on my clothing, thoughts of an **** girl police sting racing through my head. i answered the door to find an elderly japanese gentleman (who had apparently called earlier) looking for a friend who had given him the wrong room number.
we resumed fucking, but kelly was reluctant, asking to reduce the session from the three hours we had originally agreed upon. at this point i was just ready to cum and get rid of her, so i hoisted kelly on top of me, her lying flat with her back against my chest, and pulled her back and forth so i could blow my load.
i hadn't shown much enthusiasm or satisfaction with kelly's performance to this point, but she apparently couldn't read this. after showering she asked where we were going to eat, and when i told her we weren't she had the gall to ask for a 150 peso tip! (because she would of course have to take a trike to get back, she claimed). at this point i just told her off, reminding her about the handbag and scolding her for not trying her best or having much concern for my satisfaction. she was chastened, and surprisingly apologized and tried to make up for it by inviting me back to lost in asia for their party the next day (or maybe this was just another sign of her cluelessness.). i then showed her to the door, thus ending my only genuinely bad session of my philippines trip. so for the record i chalked up only one disappointing girl among fifteen, a pretty good ratio which says a lot for the women of this nation.
November 2011 Trip Day 7 – AC: Gekko's girl
it was now around 7:00 and i headed out for the evening, eager to make up for the disappointing afternoon encounter. it would be a long journey, but i eventually got there. a nice thing about having mafe essentially penciled in the night before was that it took off the pressure of finding the right girl for the night (the last thing i wanted was another bust like kelly). instead, what should have been a carefree night of barhopping became a little bit like work. it certainly was a lot of effort; i must have stopped into every establishment on fields. which is not a bad idea, since it gives you the chance to see which places have girls that appeal to you and an atmosphere you like. i generally never ran into a problem taking a minute to scope out a place, even when the waitresses invited me to have a seat, but a couple of times i felt i was taking advantage so felt obligated to buy a drink. this was the case in a place like golden nile, where i was escorted upstairs and so felt i ought to buy something.
the big clubs weren't very promising. at places like forbidden city either they didn't have anyone who really caught my eye, or i was annoyed by the effort involved in sorting out the girls in different price categories. at club asia they had plenty of cuties (in a huge space, with stage areas in two long rooms) , but on two separate occasions when i asked waitresses about the price to barfine a dancer they told me it wasn't possible, even when i asked in different ways. this might have been due to some of the police activity i noticed on fields that night and the fear of a raid.
i had more luck in the smaller places, sort of. typhoon had a good selection, but i only stayed there briefly. at champagne i had seen a very cute girl on stage when i took a peek. after making the rounds of some bars i decided she was a good candidate to be my companion for the evening, so i returned and found her sitting at the bar and took the open seat next to her. rita was a petite spanish-looking cutie with jet black hair (topped off with a bow) in a curly style i hadn't seen before in the philippines. she was a real darling and very well spoken, with a good sense of humor too; at one point when i told her it was my first trip to angeles she joked about me being a 'cherry boy. ' in response i jokingly asked if she was a cherry girl. and it turned out she was. she showed me the health department identification card the girls have hanging on them, and sure enough there was a small red 'v' on it. i had read about the cherry girls in angeles having badges indicating their virgin status, but this mark was barely visible from over say two feet away, so without actually asking the girl or a mamasan in reality there's no way to know. this revelation basically brought our interaction to a grinding halt, since i thought i had been on the verge of something special and now had to start over. it was only a lady drink and some flirty conversation, but it still felt like an investment had been wasted, which was a blow since i had high hopes for this, my last 'free' night in angeles. back to square one.
next stop texas. this bar was one of the best small ones i visited, with a fun theme and a lively atmosphere. most important, it had about a dozen cute girls on stage, a very good selection for a place that small (unlike some of other small go-go's, like tight jeans nearby, which were dire). the dress code of daisy duke shorts and tied-off checkered shirts also made for a nice change of pace from bikinis. (i wonder why more bars don't opt for costume options beyond bikinis, since other outfits like dresses would make many of the less attractive girls more appealing and still look good on the cuties).
one girl's bare midriff and adorable face made me think 'she's the one. ' when she came over myra told me she was 27 years old, probably the oldest girl i encountered in the philippines, which was a shock since she looked so young. she was rather reserved, which i probably should have been wary of. a bigger mistake was probably being so up-front in my questions. first i asked if she liked to kiss, but then i was definitely too forward in asking if she had ever done a threesome with a customer (getting together with two girls was still on my angeles to-do list) , and this probably scared her off. when i asked the waitress if i could barfine myra the two conferred, and the waitresses' reply was that this was the last day of myra's period and so the answer was no. this was extremely deflating. i felt like i'the been left at the altar twice.
in no mood to look for another girl at texas i moved on, basically just going from one bar to the next. i eventually made it down to the other end of fields avenue. one place that looked like it had potential was gekko's bar, so i entered and looked around to survey the scene. at this point i was having a hard time sorting out all the visual information around me, with so many girls in a small space, so i hesitated and just stood in the doorway. then a petite girl in a bikini came up to me with a huge smile and started joking with me about my reluctance to sit down.
her name was melon and her charm succeeded in getting me to finally take a seat. i bought her a drink for her efforts, specifying a single lady drink which she found amusing, since i had told her it was my first time in angeles. much of our conversation revolved around who i could get to join us for a threesome, but it eventually became clear that she wasn't up for that. it finally dawned on me that we were having such a good time by ourselves that i should just take melon out and forget the two-girl thing. it was 11:00, the end of her shift, and she was about to leave, which helped me pull the trigger.
you know how it's said that things happen for a reason? maybe my fruitless hunting to that point was intended to lead me to gekko's and melon. at least it seems like it was part of a plan, because i can't imagine my mongering career without the night and day that followed. i'm not sure i ever felt so sexually in sync with a woman; in her instinct for giving a man pleasure, she was very much the opposite of kelly earlier that afternoon. much of the pleasure of being with melon flowed from her natural lightheartedness; for me the best sign of good sex is a lot of smiling and laughing, and we shared plenty of both. the smile on her face as i slowly slid my cock into her in missionary is an image i'll long remember.
another mutual interest we discovered was oral sex; i love to eat pussy and melon couldn't get enough, and when she told me she loved giving blow jobs, i knew i had a keeper. i can still envision pulling her on top of me into 69 position. melon's body was also very petite, the perfect size for me, and we effortlessly shifted into a variety of positions over the course of our sessions, climaxing with her lying with her back against my chest as i thrust into her. i truly think melon was the best sex partner i've ever had.
November 2011 Trip Days 8 and 9 – AC: Gekko's girl, Pony Tails cutie, Carousel trio
morning featured a sweet reprise of the previous night's session with melon. by the time she was dressed and heading out i was eager to be with her again, so we agreed that i would see her back at gekko's when her shift began at 2pm. i attempted to recover some of my energy with a nap and an indulgent eggs benedict breakfast at the hotel restaurant.
my afternoon plan revolved around visiting pony tails, one of the bars on don juico street between fields and perimeter, and then getting back to gekko to pick up melon at 2:00. i had taken a peek in pony tails on my perimeter walk the day before and liked what i saw. and i did again. not just the girls; this place wins my vote for best arrangement and most comfortable seating in angeles city, with cushioned couches along the walls featuring very good sight lines of the center stage. it's an unpretentious place, with friendly waitresses and free popcorn. i would live here if i resided in angeles.
back to the girls. as i entered at around 12:30 there were 5 attractive girls dancing, and a few more at tables with customers (there were probably no more than half a dozen guys in the place while i was there, some playing pool). the girl in the middle, fairly tall and slender with a cute face, laughed with her mates when she noticed my eyes on her, earning herself a lady drink. lika was her name, and like her i did, but she surprised me when she said she was 25 years old; i would have sworn she had barely broken 20. since i was on a schedule i didn't wasn't to spend too much time before clinching the deal, so asked her about going out. unfortunately, in my observation of lika up on stage i had missed on detail: the small wrap around her waist covering her bikini bottom. this, she told me (too late) indicated that she was having her period, so she was out of bounds for a barfine.
i was disappointed since i had great things in mind for lika, so i consoled myself with the mere pleasure of sitting next to beautiful woman and having a cold beer at midday. after lika got back on stage. i was resigned to leaving pony tails alone, when a young-looking girl who had been sitting with a korean guest returned to the stage herself. she was too sweet to pass up, and so over a lady drink lony told me she was twenty. i worried at first that i had another cherry girl on my hands. when she told me she had a ten month old son (you would never have known it) , i knew i was in the clear and i paid the 1, 500 pesos for her barfine drink tray (the shots had some booze in them here).
as i waited for lony to change into clothes there was a shift change on stage. my eyes opened wide as about 8 slender bikini-clad hotties got on stage to dance. i didn't have regrets about choosing lony since she was so cute, but i was a little bit sorry i couldn't stay longer to see this fine group of ladies. i would rate this bunch as the best looking lineup i had seen on a stage in angeles city at any one time. i haven't seen much written about pony tails, but this place is the tops.
lony returned and we took a trike back to pacific breeze. on the way over i wondered how a session with such an innocent-looking girl would go. well, it resembled a mythical prom night. while standing i kissed her as she sat on the edge of the bed, then lay her back as i lifted her shirt and unclipped her bra, kissing her sweetly and then sliding off her jeans and panties. all the while i marveled at the shy smile of anticipation on her face. everything moved as in slow motion as i slowly entered her missionary style, then pulled her up to ride me until i came while looking up at lony's sweet smile. i saw her off at the door with a gentle kiss, to end what was one of the sweetest sex sessions, and cutest girls, i've ever had.
but there would be no rest for the wicked. i quickly got dressed to make it over to gekkos. it was 3:00 when i got to the bar and i was a bit worried that i didn't see melon, but i sat down and was relieved to eventually see her across the room. she came over and draped herself across my lap, and scolded me for being late, but i told her i was just on philippine time. after getting melon a san mig light i playfully reminded that i was springing for a double lady drink this time, and when she downed it quickly i sensed she was as eager to get barfined and resume our activities from that morning as much as me.
while she dressed i scoped out the place, which was packed with customers and girls. this early in the day the lineup was obviously bigger with plenty of attractive girls available. the ratio of dancers to waitresses was about 1 to 1, and most of them were cute (and apparently barfine-able) as well. given gekko's small size, it could have the most sweet pussy per square foot of any bar in angeles city. and one of the best vibes, since with so many expat resident regulars (from what i could tell) , it feels like a neighborhood bar.
our session went much like the night before and that morning. melon let me enjoy eating her out until she was soaked, and i let her enjoy giving me a superb blow job, and then we enjoyed 69-ing together. the sexual gymnastics again ended with her lying backward on top of me as i squeezed her small breasts and came loudly.
we traded contacts and said our goodbyes, and i really didn't want to see melon go; i wanted to spend the night with her, not just the one afternoon session. but i really felt an obligation not to stand mafe up that night. while i had mixed feelings about her attachment to me, i still felt warmly toward mafe and thought it would just be cruel to leave her waiting for me outside carousel. plus, she had supposedly arranged the threesome for that night with her juicy friend mayrose.
i got to carousel at about 5:30 and saw mafe on the street coming toward me. we kissed and made the barfine arrangements inside the club, then headed over to one eyed wench bar to pick up mayrose for our tryst. in the back of my mind i had expected something to go wrong, however, since mafe seemed to get her share of bad luck. sure enough, although mafe had said mayrose promised to reserve her evening for us, when she met us she said she had already been barfined. her attempt to convince the guest to make it short time (why would he?) failed, and i went back to the room with mafe, dispirited over having lost out on the threesome (based on a brief kiss from mayrose in the bar it would have been good) and having given up a night with melon.
mafe could tell that i was disappointed, and promised to make it up to me by finding another girl for us at carousel. back in the club she asked two friends if they were willing; one declined, and another one – a tall, chinese looking girl with a china bangs haircut. was up for it but just looked too skanky for me to be interested. this was not looking good, but mafe pulled out all the stops; she was on a mission. wearing her street clothes, she got up on the carousel stage and made the rounds of the dancers, seeking out a partner for us. i nodded at the two candidates she found, and they sat down with me over drinks for the all-important interview.
according to mafe, both giselle and richia were a little wild, but i wouldn't have known it from their looks. 19 year old giselle was a dark-haired, spanish looking girl who was cute as a button. she had a little baby fat, but making up for it were her ample boobs. i still melt when i think about this girl. richia was tall and athletic but with a curvy ass and thighs. she was 20 years old and had a cute, more prominently asian looking face than giselle, but this sweetness was balanced a bit by the big tattoo on her lower back, the first stage in an intended full-back design. both girls eagerly consumed their beers and vodkas, so i figured either one would give mafe and me a wild ride.
deciding seemed difficult, especially since they both said that they liked to kiss. then the answers to my questions about whether they liked receiving oral sex posed a problem; since mafe didn't enjoy having her pussy eaten, which is possibly my favorite sexual activity, we needed a partner who did. i was ready to go for giselle when, incredibly, she said that she had never had her pussy licked, while richia gave me an embarrassed smile before confirming that she liked it. i couldn't pass on giselle, so i came up with a solomon-like solution: barfine them both.
everyone agreed and we relocated to pacific breeze; on the way over i got a rush from finally being one of the guys i had seen on the streets accompanied by multiple hotties. the activities began with a bikini party, the girls all stripping down to bras and panties and jumping around on the bed (and on me). mafe nicely punctuated things by pulling my boxers down to give me a nice blow job. despite their advertised wildness, richia and giselle took things a bit slower. richia in particular was a bit shy so she turned out the television and all the lights. i indicated that this would not do, so she came up with the idea of leaving the tv turned on to the music channel and covering the screen with a towel; this made for good mood lighting.
the mood definitely turned sexy as underwear was stripped off. i lay giselle on her back to give her some inaugural cunnilingus, and based on her moans i think she will be seeking more of it in the future. while my head was buried in giselle's pussy richia began sucking my dick, something she was skilled at doing. mafe switched in turn between the two other girls, sucking and kissing tits and other assorted body parts.
some fucking was called for, so giselle mounted me in cowgirl while i positioned richia over my face to give her a turn for pussy licking. we shifted so i was pumping giselle missionary style, while staring intently at her incredibly cute face, our eyes locked as i came. giselle was yet another girl i connected with on this philippines trip who's in the running for title of cutest girl i ever fucked. richia was not too far behind in that race, so i moved on to her, though it was more a matter of her fucking me than me fucking her. she lay prone on top of me, her tall body covering mine as she ground her pussy on my dick, giving herself (judging by the perspiration) and my cock a real workout. we climaxed with me fucking her missionary as i clutched her juicy butt cheeks, her squealing punctuating the moment.
while fulfilling, this was not my all-time threesome / group sex session (or even all-time philippines threesome, which happened two years ago at sylvanus massage parlor in quezon city, manila). about halfway through the interaction became one-on-one sexual couplings, rather than a multi-partner interconnection. and the lesbian aspect was minimal; that's one area in which pattaya probably has it over angeles, with the girls of devil's den willing and able to go down on their female partners. that all said, it was a big splash for my last night, and i was very grateful to mafe for her efforts in setting it up after things with her other friend fell through. now i was i was ready to spend the remaining hours of my trip alone with mafe. this derived from my genuine affection for her, but part of it was practical; based on past experience i found that the 'sleeping in the bed with multiple girls' fantasy has its drawbacks in reality (bed space, bathroom crowding, etc.) , and i needed to keep things simple on the night before my departure.
after giselle and richia departed mafe and i got cleaned up to go out on the town, since it was my last night in angeles. we enjoyed barhopping at tropix, where they seemed to have some sort of big booty night show on stage, including one luscious girl of african heritage. that seemed to be theme of the night, since the bar where we ended the night, coyote, also had a black girl on stage. (guys, beware if you find yourself passing coyote, as the waitresses take no prisoners in hauling guys in off the street!). i thought coyote had some nice looking girls in the mix for a small place, including one busty short girl with a latina look; i tried not to be too obvious in my staring with mafe sitting beside me. she had a good time herself, getting up on stage to dance at one point. we were exhausted when we got back to the hotel, and got some sleep to energize for our last morning together.
when we woke mafe was in the mood for her usual breakfast. i was happy to oblige, fucking her flat doggystyle as she lay on her stomach. the early morning light again proved useful for photos. following another kokomos breakfast i got packed and we were pleased to discover a spare hour before my pickup for the swagman bus to manila. we used the time to the fullest, culminating in mafe giving me an especially nice blowjob and taking another cumshot on her face.
after showering together and getting dressed we exchanged contacts and shared warm hugs and kisses. mafe came downstairs with me and i pulled her close for a last kiss as the swagman bus shuttle waited. mafe was probably a little too emotionally intense for me on this three-day, four-night trip to angeles city, but on the whole i remember her and the girlfriend experience she gave me with fondness.
