The curfew is lifted, hurrah!
i made a run though nep last night. it was, as might be expected, less busy than in the past, but it wasn't too bad. i got there a little late because of some work i had to attend to. i stopped in at the starbuck's across the road to the sound of catcalls from the throngs of sws.
ordered my short americano, triple shot and drank it up in a hurry and trotted across the street. my first stop was mandarin, the one on the left where you walk up the stairs. to my surprise, it was totally packed. lots of customers, lots of girls, just bustling at top speed. i know the mama san here, and she came over and grabbed me and hugged me. we sat down and she started with the stories of hardship, and how all the girls, herself included, have starved for the last six weeks. i think not, but that's what she said. she asked if i see anyone i like, i looked around and truly did not, but here's the run down anyway.
mandarin has two shifts of dancers. shift a is the young schoolgirls. all these girls are probably sub-25, small, slim, and decidedly unvoluptuous. they are dressed in plaid school-girl skirts and white school-girl shirts, with ked-style shoes, many of them with twirly, girly paraphernalia in their hair. i must say there were some very, very cute girls in this bunch, more than i remember from three months ago. if i were not such a monster for flesh, i would have taken a couple of these cute spinners, so you guys who like 'em thin, you might think about heading over there.
shift b is more to my taste in that these are the women (as opposed to shift a who are the girls). they are dressed in short shorts, skimpy bikini tops (if anything), straps on their legs, and high heels. they are generally taller girls, often in their mid-twenties, some older. but again these girls were too skinny for me i need a little somethin' to hang on to. mama san left me to drum up some business, and a few minutes later she sent over a couple of girls she thought would suit my taste. nada, not even a stirring of little kumbu. so i politely told them i am only here for the beer, and i would return later in the week to talk. they were a little pushy, but they accepted this and skulked away.
paid up, gave my hugs to mama san, and left. a while back i posted a review of rainbow 4, and in that report i totally skewered the place. i wrote about the complete lack of talent there, the crappy drink they served me (watered down cola), the super pushy mama sans, waitresses and dancers. i was so harsh in my review that a couple of you members of the isg protested, saying i had been too tough on them. so on the basis of these protests, i decided to give them a second shot.
in i went, and my first impression was that there was far, far more talent on display this time. they have two stages, and each had something like 15 dancers up there, plus a further 15-20 or so sitting around the club. so fifty girls ain't bad.
i was placed in a booth, and i ordered a cola let's see what it's like this time. to my surprise, they brought me a can this time a big improvement over the watered down shyte they served me last time. ok, so i settled in for the main attraction.
as the time passed, i saw at least 15 girls who were totally bf worthy. yeah, i know!? wtf, this was a total revelation for me. i started to note down their numbers, thinking it was still early and i wanted to be sure about the one i finally invest my lady drink in. that was my mistake. as i mentally noted down their numbers, they were snatched up just as fast by over-eager customers. i spied one hell of a looker someone that just bowled me over in an instant, and as i was motioning to the waitress to get her over to me, she was snatched up by this filthy, dirty, smelly, ugly japanese guy. actually, he was none of those things, but he stole my girl so this is how i treat him.
so i lost three girls in a row in this manner, which just deflated me. i sat there for 40 minutes or so and watched as the on-stage crowd thinned from the original 50 down to 30 or so. it was like watching beer drain from a keg at a frat party.
meanwhile, some lady came around and tried to get me to buy her a drink. i don't know what the deal was here she was not a dancer, nor a mama san, nor a waitress. i guess she was a hostess, but she was dressed in everyday street clothes (!). she came over and without so much as a hello motioned with her thumb-into-mouth that she wanted a drink. this was followed by the frowny face, indicating she is very unhappy and a drink would help her. i said no. she repeated. i said no. she said something that i could not hear over the music, so i said whaaaaaat? and she repeated an equally unintelligible sentence. so i said no. she said something again, and i said, umm...no. she pointed to my drink, which was 60% full and indicated that i should buy another drink, and i said no. she came and sat down next to me:
hostess: why you no buy drink?
kumbu: i have one already.
hostess: why you no buy another drink? you stay here too long.
kumbu: you want me to leave?
hostess: (frightened by the prospect of scaring off a customer) no, no, no, but you buy drink, stay happy.
kumbu: no.
she finally got the message and left with an overly loud huff (just so i know what a bad man i am), but jeez, what a hassle. so in the end, i was there an hour and i paid nothing but the cost of a single cola, which was 140b. in retrospect, that is pretty cheap of me.
next i went over to angelwitch, which had its show going. there were some good looking girls there, but not that many girls overall (maybe 15?). met a senior isg member, a stand up gentleman with whom i shared some beers the next day, plus some hunting. more on that later. over to spanky's and they had their regular show too, and again i didn't see anything i really fancied.
it was now 11:30pm, so i grabbed something to eat, washed down with a nice americano, and i trotted over to climax. i was hesitant to go there on a sat night it is usually a sardine can on fri and sat nights, but i thought it might not be so busy on this, the first night after the curfew.
arriving at a little past midnight, it was just the right amount of people there. it did get busier later, between 1am and 2am, but not really as bad as i remember. there were some pretty girls around, and as i walked through the line of girls at the front, a couple touched my arm and gave me the 'come hither' smile. i ignored them and went around scoping out the talent.
as fortune would have it, i bumped into a girl who i had met a year ago, and she remembered me. she is a wild thing she slaps a lot. she laughs and slaps and pokes and giggles, but she is one sexy little thing. she had put on a little weight, which is just fine with kumbu, in fact, it's a win-win situation. it meant there was more for me to grab, and that she was low on self-esteem fat girls always are. so i decided she would be the focus of kumbu's perversions tonight. she worked me for drinks, which i supplied, and i worked her for physical contact, which she supplied in plentiful sums. as the night wore on, we found a little corner where i sat down on a stool with my back to the wall and there began the most almighty crotch grinding. i have never had my crotch ground like this in public before.
she had put on a little weight, mostly on her butt, which meant she had a couple of delectable lobes with which to work. so she basically engulfed my erect penis though my slacks with her two buttocks and started to butt-squeeze. right there in climax. yes, she was butt-wanking me, both of us fully clothed, and with hundreds of watching eyes. as i sat back and enjoyed the goggled, envious eyes of the several males around, and the goggled, hypocritically disgusted eyes of the girls around, i realized this is why alcohol exists to loosen women up to the point where they do shit like this.
10 minutes of this and i had to pull back for fear of creaming myself, at which point we bailed quickly. as i walked out being led by her, my erection was painfully visible, but fuck, have these people never seen this before?
so we get back to the hotel, and i offer her some water, which she refuses. i try to warn her about the hangover that will follow, but she dismisses me. so we start talking. she tells me about her mother who sometimes stays with her, but when she does, the mother brings a boyfriend with her. and that pisses my girl off. i asked her why, and she says it's because when the boyfriend is around, she can't sleep naked because he's always around. i told her not to worry she can sleep naked tonight. boom, and we were off to the races.
desperate, frantic kissing pulling off of her one-piece dress bra hook popping panties stuck around ankles kumbu's jeans pulled off shirt tanked around neck and we found ourselves in the shower. i lathered her up, and i marveled at her ass. large, round, and totally un-thai like. i washed it, and then washed it again, and then to be sure, i washed it again. meanwhile she washed little kumbu, screaming at the length, not noticing the normality of girth. truth be told, i was not really aware of what she was saying or doing, i was busy lathering, washing and re-lathering those round mounds of fun. once we had sufficiently washed pieces of each other, i dropped to my knees took a large, plentiful mouthful of her pussy. ooh, a little acrid still, perhaps another rinse my dear?
she sensed this, pulled me up to my feet, and told me to step off. so i got out, dried off, and went in search of some kamagra, given the lateness of the hour. a few moments later she was naked and in my bed with me all over her.
i'm going to skip the details of the sex this time it was rather anticlimactic. she turned out to be a far better public performer than private. she wasn't bad, just not the feverish experience i was expecting. she was, as expected, very shy about her ass, which was too bad since that was the whole reason she was in my bed. and that just was a little bit of a downer.
so it lasted perhaps 30 minutes 20 minutes or so of kissing, groping and the like, followed by a few minutes fumbling for trojan's, and then the actual sex was over within 6-7 minutes. not sure if she came or not, i was so fatigued i was really just eager to sleep at this point. so i ended in a rather uninspiring orgasm, she held me as the chi left me, and we lay there recovering for 2-3 minutes. i went to shower first, and then her, and then we slept.
in the morning i gave her 1000baht and she was happy. she said it would help sooth the splitting hangover she has. see? you should have had the water last night like i told you. kumbu knows best.
Killing time between 2 flights
do you know what the prices are?
- how much for a 2 hours stay in a room?
- how much for the massage?
- how much for the extra services?
[quote=poopsicle joe]this one is about a 15 minute drive from the airport:
[url]http://www.agoda.com/asia/thailand/bangkok/thong_ta_resort_spa.html[/url]
they offer inroom massages. managed to score some extra services last time i was there, ymmv though.[/quote]
Don't try to leave the airport
[QUOTE=Mike Bel]In a few weeks, I will arrive at Suvarnabhumi Airport at 08:15 AM. My second flight goes to Manila and departs at 01:05 PM. In between I have some time to spend, but I don't want to do that in the airport.
Are there massage parlors (salons) in the neighbourhood of the airport where I can enjoy ;-) myself for the time I have to wait?
Any information is welcome. Many thanks in advance![/QUOTE]
I tried to PM you, but you don't receive PMs. You will be very lucky to clear immigration by 09:15. (How about your luggage?) If you leave the transit area, you will need to allow AT LEAST 2 hours to check back in. Exiting thru Thai immigration can take an hour and --depending on which airline you are flying -- you can count on 45 minutes to an hour for check. That means being back at Suvarnapumi by 11:00 AM.
So, you have one hour and 45 minutes. You'd be crazy to leave the airport, even to the Novotel. RELAX and get a foot massage inside the transit area.
