Field report from recent trip – Siem Reap <part two>
I’ve just come out of the massage place and am feeling slightly heady and also not sure if I had made the right decision. But one thing my brain wasn’t confused about was still feeling horny.
And as I cross over and walk down the street, a leggy Battambang girl accosts me. She’s upfront about having no money but she looks hot. I don’t need much persuading, for better or worse. We grab a tuktuk and head to her place, a sh*thole she’s rented for her stay in SR. She’s half Vietnamese and half Khmer (good looks and attitude plus business cunning – you work out the proportions). She doesn’t really engage much sexually, which is a turn-off after the recent more heartfelt performance. As we leave, dusk is falling and there’s not that many tuktuks about and it’s starting to rain. I pack her off on the first moto that appears and continue walking. What did impress me was that she came back for me having found a tuktuk for me. If she could have been as sweet during sex she might have got more repeat business. But when she offered the same line a few days later I knocked her back.
[i]August 2008[/i]
Field report from recent trip – Siem Reap <part one>
As a good enough way to fill the day in-between usual tourist stuff, I’d taken two massages, one at Blue 7 and then a better one along the street. Not to suggest any establishment is superior – probably depends who you get. The whole massage routine, right down to the strokes used, seems fairly consistent. Not the best in the world IMO but cheap and available and pleasant. No hint of any ‘extras’ for a million miles.
Except then I’m sitting having some light lunch at an outside table from a bar next to a massage joint. I won’t say which one, not so much ‘cos I promised but ‘cos I don’t think it makes much difference. Old Market is Old Market. Anyway, a girl inside the bar sipping a coke exchanges a coy smile with me several times as she looks up from her drink. Couldn’t tell her if she was on her own or not but eventually get her to come over in a non-committal sort of way. She asks if I’m planning to have a massage. I say I’ve had many massages and ask why she’s asking and does she do massage. She says she might. So I say ‘might?’ or ‘yes’. All this is just by way of flirtatious patter. We’ve been parrying for about five or ten minutes and she says she can have a word with the massage joint next door as she works there sometimes. I go for it.
So upstairs, there’s three massage areas, separated by curtains that let the light through and don’t offer that much privacy. But the massage soon strays from the standard sports mauling. A hand lingering a bit longer here, fingertips going a bit further there, my own hand casually resting against a thigh is not removed. Half way through it gets erotic. She has a look at the door but isn’t able to lock it. Another masseur pops her head in shortly afterwards and my girl tries to make out everything is normal, quickly adjusting body positions. Eventually we have snatched sex with a bare minimum of actual undressing. She seems to me genuinely keen but also genuinely worried about getting caught. Her own juices were running pretty hot. At the end of the hour, I ask, “How much,” and get the usual, “Up to you.” I’m not sure if it was before or after this she asked, “So what are we going to do now?”
It was the perfect opening for a GFE experience. Just invite her back to the hotel. A passionate affair. She probably wouldn’t even ask for cash, at least that was one of the vibes genuinely possible. But I had lots of plans and they didn’t include being encumbered. I give her the standard price for the massage ($6) and an extra $20. She looked a bit taken aback and asked, “What’s this for??” I reply, “$6 for massage and $20 tip.” Possibly not what she wanted (she might have wanted more or else be annoyed at being treated like a wh*re and being paid anything when she was offering companionship).
In retrospect it was, for all its brevity, the most exciting f*ck I had in Siem Reap. I went back to the bar and massage joint a few days later but there was no sign of her. I couldn’t tell if they disapproved and had barred her (she was genuinely, I think, very paranoid about getting discovered) . . . or whether she had seen what happened next and was really pi**ed . . .
Because, needless to say, delightful though it was, it wasn’t really satisfying. Maybe I should have taken her back to the hotel there and then but I had burnt that bridge. So here’s part two . . .
[i]August 2008 - Old Market area near Pub Street[/i]
Flight from HKG to Siem Reap
Does anybody know if this flight exists?
Siem Reap airlines shows it on their map but then when you look to book there's no flights.