Virgin trip to Jakarta. Day 1
R&R was the furthest thing on my mind as I stepped out of the airport into the waiting car of my Jakarta hosts.
Right off the bat let me confess: I am not a seasoned monger; sure I have indulged in P4P on many a business trip in several countries, including in Asian countries; but until this year, Indonesia was virgin territory for me.
Back home before the trip, I flipped through the Jakarta board in Jackson's excellent site, I had no preconceived notions of Indo girls. But gentlemen, what a discovery! Even now, when I think back to my trysts I am astounded by the sheer variety and beauty of these delicate creatures. If I didn't have my photos to back up my memories, I might shrug off the whole thing as a dream. For those of you who are interested, let me tell my tale in parts. Most with photos, I promise.
Working with the local management in Jakarta and three other clients in three different time zones, it wasn't your usual business trip. Downside? Meetings and calls at all hours of the day. Upside? Whole bunch of downtime on expenses, to do as I pleased for two weeks!
Still jet lagged with a sledgehammer headache after a long flight, I am draged out to dinner (Chinese at Mulia) and later to CJ's by my host company buddy. Thursady night crowd. 6:4 ratio in favour of the guys. With local girls dressed for sale. Very friendly vibe. Girls smiled easily, some winked, others said hi and pretty soon four girls had invited themselves to our table; but a take out was not on my mind. The girls were maybe, in their late 20's / early 30's, more 'meh' than 'hot' except perhaps, one. Her hard body wrapped in a black cold shoulder dress with macramé hem sashaying over a shapely pair of legs, sporting knee high gladiator sandals. I admit I never expected Indo girls to be so up with fashion (albeit, not real brands but replicas).
Whilst three of the four were fun and flirty ("You can marry all of us. Then we go with you to your country, ok?";"You like four girls. Same time?") ; Ms Hardbody next to me was being more touchy. Feely than chatty. Her favourite word was 'creepy' in its many variations ("Oh! Look. Creepy guy","That fat one. Creepy smile","Creeped out")
Soon an old fart, tight as a boot, staggers over to our table and starts a conversation, if asking "what are you girls charging?" is starting a conversation (answer. From the oldest one of the four. Was 3 juta, each).
"300 for a fuck?" Mr Old Fart said incredulously but the girls were not negotiating; so he turns to me and my buddy and says "You blokes are paying far too much!" (Yes, price police are everywhere!) and huffily waddles off. I notice the dark patch in his pants; may be spilt drink. At least, I hope it was his drink. In case he is reading this. Mate, you really have to brush up on your pick up skills; it never hurts to be charming. These girls may be poor by our standards but they have their dignity.
"Is that the going rate?" I ask Ms Hardbody."For him. Yes" she says pronouncing the 'him' as vehemently as she has been saying 'creep' all night.
"Why didn't you say you are not that type of girl?"
"You can't say no to creeps, they think we are negotiating" they all laugh.
"What if he had agreed?" I press.
"Oh. Problem" one girl admits."Try finish him fast" another one of the four helpfully adds.
Come to think of it I remember reading a few posts here describing just this kind of thing, so I ask "Isn't that kinda dishonest?"
"O! Really? You make love to creeps like that for 300?" Ms Hardbody asks me and they all laugh raucously, including my buddy, I notice.
My local company buddy joins in,"They're saying they don't fuck him. They really fuck him!" He doubles down giggling like a school girl.
My head has a little guy jack hammering to get out. I only wanted to stay for one drink but Ms Hardbody has one arm around my shoulder and rubbing my inner thigh with her spare hand. It does feel kinda nice. I am beginning to have second thoughts about a take out.
So I ask in a tone only Ms Hardbody can hear "So, what is the real price?"
Ms Hardbody gets even closer, I can feel her breasts crushing against my arm. She puts her lips softly against my ear and whispers "Up to you!".
"Up to me? What if I don't pay at all?"
"That's ok, maybe we can go shopping in the morning"
Look, I negotiate for a living and even I admit, this girl can think on her feet!
"And that includes. Everything?" I whisper, trying to be nonchalant.
Her eyes twinkle at this question; her hand rubbing my thighs flits over my semi-bulge in my trousers. It is done so artfully, ever so lightly with those delicate fingers. Her hands, slides across my abs and my chest and on to my nipple, like a slave owner might do to a prize fighting slave before he auction. She looks directly into my eyes and says "Yes. Everything!"
The word is pronounced languorously, with those big black eyes opening and then slowly closing with the last syllable, as if Ms Hardbody herself is imagining 'everything'. She opens her eyes and bursts out laughing and says,"Naughty boy!" And pinches my nipple. Hard. Her pinch certainly packs a punch. I feel it for sometime after.
Anyway, plans of mice and men. Stars are not aligned for me this night, I get a call. Have to take an overseas conference call from client #1 . We have to go straightaway!
Bone tired with jet lag, a dynamite headache, sleep deprived and now thanks to Ms Hardbody congested balls, I farewell our companions much to their open dismay. Ms Hardbody and I exchange numbers and she whispers in my ear standing on her toes with her arms around me,"Call me after your meeting and I can come to your room"
"Not 3 juta? I ask, pronouncing the new word I had learned that night.
"No, Naughty Boy" says Ms Hardbody "I am not that type of girl!"
Walking sullenly away with my buddy to our meeting, I was already making mental plans as to how I would lay waste to that Hardbody when I next see her, and put her through her paces and throw her a fuck that she will remember for awhile.
But on that first night. Even as I made plans to fuck Ms Hardbody hard. I could have had no idea of the fucks (and fuck ups) Jakarta was lining up for me!
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Virgin trip to Jakarta. Day 2
i am bone tired, sleepy as hell but paradoxically, i can't go to sleep! wtf? i toss and turn the whole night.
at last night's conference call it was arranged that i give a presentation next morning (actually this morning) to a few local banks at my host's office. i am not quite ready for the presentation which doesn't help. i sleep fitfully.
ms hardbody (refer day 1 report) is propped up on her elbow on my bed. her macramé hem hitched up above her waist. she is wearing no panties. one shapely leg is hooked over the headboard and the other is flung open at a hideous angle."come on naughty boy, do everything to me!" she is saying. old fart stands next to her, aggressively punching his open palm with his fist "and how much are you paying for this, mate?"
i wake up with a start at a persistent, thudding sound. is somebody trying to break in? no, it's the security. apparently i never answered my wake up call and the hotel had sent around the security to wake me up!
my host's office evidently has more female staff per floor space than anywhere in the world. many of them are way cuter than the girls last night at cj's. and then i see her! for a moment, except for her shimmering frame, the rest of the scene fades into a blury background and then slowly dissolves. she's bent over a photocopier feeding paper. she seems to have magically poured herself into a tight, body conscious short white skirt, made out of stretchy knit fabric which hugs the shapely contours of her ass. the skirt is set off by an indigo top tight across her flat tummy, with sleeves pulled up close to her elbows.
when she stands up, i see that she's five foot nothing, if that. (small as the girls you meet in vietnam). a pixie, smiling face. bright and expectant. petite, petite, petite. boobs, more than the size of a plum but smaller than a grapefruit. shaped like an orange, sliced in half. impossibly narrow waist, like a barbie doll's, which flares out sharply into a gorgeous bubble butt.
when she walks towards me, i am mesmerised by her bright, pretty face, shy, warm smile and large, mischievous eyes. when she walks away from me, i see her skirt tightening and squeezing those delectable buns, just enough jiggle in them to promise you. if you are ever lucky enough to squeeze them. that they will be pliable as a squash ball. a perfectly put together beauty, reminding you once again that god must be a man.
her name is yeni. she seems to be the general 'go to' person in the office, everyone seems to rely on her for everything. so i get her to help me too. pretty soon, there's tacit acknowledgement around the office that she's my personal gofer.
my buddy from last night, runs in to me,"you made a good choice with yeni". he gets closer and then whispers,"but, she has a boyfriend!"
"oh"
"it's ok, its ok. you can always try" he slaps me on the back, doubling down at the waist and giggling like a schoolgirl.
i am reminded of this later that evening in my hotel suite as yeni is kissing me, her petite form reflected on the hotel window, jakarta way down below, glued together in a traffic gridlock.
earlier over lunch, grabbing the ipad from my hand, yeni and few of her co-workers had friended me on facebook. but it was yenni who proceeded to curiously look through my friends list, remarking at one point "wha! lots of girls". she had then shaken her pretty head as if to banish the girls' images from her mind, and whispered "sex maniac"; her big eyes twinkling mischievously at me. henceforth, 'sex maniac' was her stealthy nickname for me.
"i am sure you have many boyfriends!" i had teased her in turn. she seems mortified saying in a sing song voice that many indo girls have: "me no boyfriend!" the 'are' in the 'friend' said in a guttural slur. across the table, my office buddy winks at me.
now, with the night sky descending on jakarta, yeni is pressed against me in the living room of my hotel suite. she is so tiny, i have to lift her clean off the floor by her haunches to let her kiss me; her legs wrapped round me and her ass cheeks putty in my hands.
yeni holds my face in her small hands, laying baby kisses on my eye brows, cheeks, tip of my nose, everywhere and then squeezes my lips together."you look like a frog!" i like the lilt of her laughter.
"are you saying i am ugly like a frog?"
yeni laughs throwing her head back "yes, very, very ugly" then she presses her forehead to mine,"but. with sexy lips". her eyes lower dreamily as she kisses me full on the lips, holding my face in her hands. this girl loves kissing.
i am completely seduced by her child-woman allure: pretty face of an 18 year old but with a body of a woman. a heady mix that makes you want to protect her and fuck her brains out. at the same time!
later, in the bedroom i try to remove her bra but she crosses her arms across her chest at the last moment and says apologetically,"they are not very big".
"boobs don't have to be big to be sexy" i reassure her.
"but me so small. not like. your many, many girlfriends" she says defensively."i promise, i love smaller ones too" i say and gently pry her hands apart.
yeni needn't have worried, they are definitely not 'small' by any measure, i specially like her raisin sized nips. as i start to kiss her tits, she arches her chest forward, as if making an offering. i commence my pointed journey down her flat stomach, letting my hands pinch and stroke her nipples.
she has soft pubes covering her tiny pussy. she shyly holds her thighs tightly together. i gently open her knees apart like a ripe fruit to reveal her pussy lips to me. (if you want to know what her pussy looked like, google 'flower clitoria'. i am not kidding!) she looks vulnerable in that position. but i begin by kissing her silky, soft inner thighs first, deliberately avoiding her pussy, and making her wait for my tonguing. yeni bucks against me, and turns her head to bite the pillow, her hands ruffling up my hair and expectantly directing my head towards her eager clit. when my tongue finally gets to lick her pussy lips, her moans get louder and she bucks even more against me, pressing my face tight against her arched pelvis. i make her wait some more before tonguing her pretty little clit.
yeni goes wild, her body thrashes about like a wounded snake. within moments, i feel her whole body shudder as yeni comes heavily with a shriek. her body keeps shuddering intermittently for a good five minutes after.
when yeni finally regains her composure, i slide off her and she drags herself up with me on to the edge of the bed. i am still in my shirt and jeans, so i begin taking my shirt off. her wide eyed look, at the site of my smooth chest and abs, tells me a fully waxed torso is something new to her. she runs her slender fingers reverently over the smooth hardness of my chest and stomach, remarking "wow" before holding me close by the waist, licking and then nipping at my abs.
i take my jeans off and stand before her with my erection tight against the contour pouch of my briefs. yeni runs her fingers appreciatively over the bulge and eagerly looks up, like a little girl about to unwrap her christmas present. she kisses the contours of my bulge through the briefs before pulling them down. released fom its confinement, my cock springs out. like a bruised punisher leaping into the boxing ring at the sound of the bell. if yeni has not seen a waxed torso before, her stifled gasp now tells me she definitely has not seen a full brazilian!
she immediately slides to her knees, as if commanded by an ethereal voice and nestles her face to the velvety hardness of my smooth shaft and hairless balls. she looks up at me with the cock pressed against her pretty face. with her soft lips slightly open she brushes them up and down my rock hard shaft and asks expectantly "for me?"
hope you like the pictures (sorry about the quality, they were taken with ipad's crappy camera)
Hygienic experiences in Hotels Travel and Classic.
it's always an exiting experience to arrive in a new country for the first time. so also for indonesia. i arrive in jakarta with a feeling mixed of excitement and impatience. at the airport i have a hard time finding an atm, everybody just say "further" or "next". then i am told it's upstairs. then it's on to finding a taxi, the bluebird line is long, i wait more than half an hour. (next time i will take the damri bus.) finally i get a taxi, it's just half an hour and 75k rupi with the taximeter. the driver asks for 90k, i give him. when i finally arrive at sparks hotel it's late at night and i decide to wait until the next day to explore the city.
the next evening i check out the places at sparks, nothing interesting. on the top floor there is a bar attached to a karaoke joint, some girls there, but not attractive in my eyes. on the ground floor they have a live music venue, but that's a place for lb and boring as well. i walk to hotel travel, ten minutes. the bar / club is on the ground floor without cc. at the door they give me a wristband with a number. all drinks are added to the number and the customer pays when leaving. inside there's a stage with dancing girls in bikini, some pool tables and a large seating area + of course girls seated in several groups around, each group with their own mamasan. immideately i am approached by a mamasan. i tell here to wait until i have scouted the whole club, i come back and she asks "round or slim?" "slim", i reply. she points to girl with her laser. the girl is reluctant to come at first, a bad sign, but she is beautiful so i take her. 325k to the mamasan right away (for one hour). we go to a room (no extra pay). she is really nice but the whole session is somewhat impersonal, no kissing, no bbbj. only cbj, then fs.
then i take a taxi. 14k, to hotel classic. opposed to travel, classic has bars on three different floors: g. 2 and 5. the bar at the ground floor charges 75k in cc. so i do what i usually do, ask if i can take a quick peek for free. and as usually the doorman reluctantly allows me to stand i the doorway and watch the show for a few seconds. i don't go in, instead i decide to check out the bars upstairs. those bars have the same system as hotel travel, but they are better, better looking girls and they dance topless. the bar at 5th is the best. also here the mamasans are actively pursuing the guests, i ward them off because i want time to look around. then a girl approach me at my table, minimal english, but otherwise very nice, so i go with her. 315k. it's bit funny when we have to wait for a room, some confusion among the staff, so we are scuffled around back and forth in the corridors among all the other pairs."mass-production", i think. lol. anyway, the procedure is the same as in hotel travel: clean, hygienic, efficient, but this girl is more personal, a bit kissing, bbbj and energic fs. somewhat good (i am spoiled). before i leave i check out the bar in the ground floor. topless dancing there also. but this bar seems a bit different, instead of asking for a "bar-fine" the girls asks for lady drinks. as with the other bars i visit this night i see no other westerners. now it's late and i decide to return to my own hotel. outside the door there's a taxi stand for bluebirds, i get a taxi. as soon as i get in the driver points to a sticker: "minum fare 30k". something to do with "taxi on stand by", i am told.
then back in sparks. a good hotel btw. 500k a nite, but some issues with noise (until 2:30) , sigarette smoke and low wifi-connection in some rooms + calls to prayer. well anyway, tomorrow is another day, i will then investigate bats, cj's and maybe malioboro, stadium. before moving on to southern jakarta in a few days.
Thanks John Traveller. Great Report
Thanks John. An excellent report with rates, what to expect, logistics and great info.
I am looking forward to your more trip reports from Jakarta, and please continue sharing. This is a high quality report and is worth saving for future trips.
[QUOTE=John Traveller; 1438276]It's always an exiting experience to arrive in a new country for the first time. So also for Indonesia. I arrive in Jakarta with a feeling mixed of excitement and impatience. At the airport I have a hard time finding an atm, everybody just say "further" or "next". Then I am told it's upstairs. Then it's on to finding a taxi, the Bluebird line is long, I wait more than half an hour. (Next time I will take the Damri bus.) Finally I get a taxi, it's just half an hour and 75k rupi with the taximeter. The driver asks for 90k, I give him. When I finally arrive at Sparks hotel it's late at night and I decide to wait until the next day to explore the city.
Then back in Sparks. A good hotel BTW. 500k a nite, but some issues with noise (until 2:30) , sigarette smoke and low wifi-connection in some rooms + calls to prayer. Well anyway, tomorrow is another day, I will then investigate Bats, CJ's and maybe Malioboro, Stadium. Before moving on to southern Jakarta in a few days.[/QUOTE]
