November 2011 Trip Day 5 – Manila: Red Rooster pickup before bus to Angeles City
Continued from the Philippines Other Area forum (Sabang)
On the ferry from Sabang to Batangas I noticed a few cuties on board as did the Si-Kat bus back to Manila, reminding me that I needed some variety after my girlfriend experience in Sabang. So after buying my Southern Cross Hotel shuttle bus ticket for Angeles City I dropped my bags at the reception and went hunting for someone to help me spend the two hours before the scheduled departure time.
Luckily, I had nearby options. Just around the corner from the Southern Cross were the row of pickup bars on Mabini Street near the corner of United Nations Avenue. I ignored the touts inviting me into Gold Coast, passed on the next closed-looking one, and entered the Red Rooster bar. I grabbed a seat at the bar and a cold San Miguel, and as the only patron got a warm welcome from the eight girls present; they had all the cheesy bar girl lines down pat.
The mamasan came over and threw out a price higher than I was willing to pay: 2, 000 pesos for three-hours short time. This was too much, especially since I would only have about an hour available with a girl. Eventually we agreed on a total of 1, 700 pesos, including the cost of the short-time hotel. Now I just had to choose a girl. The selection was decent, but no one stood out until Michelle came in. Her sweet face and wavy light brown hair immediately interested me, and I called her over. After a few pleasantries I gave the mamasan the thumbs-up, and Michelle went to get changed. My jaw dropped when I saw her returning; she had changed into tight blue jeans and a checkered button-up shirt – a Samar girl as a sexy Midwestern farmer's daughter. I couldn't wait for our roll in the hay, so we got into a taxi with the lone male member of the bar staff, who directed the driver to the Sogo hotel several blocks down on Mabini.
The traffic soon made me wish that we had found a closer short-time hotel, especially since we were number 6 on the waiting list for a room at Sogo after the bar guy paid for the room. The wait was short, fortunately, and Michelle and I headed up to the room. Out of her clothes she was a bit shy, but after showering I loosened her up with some appreciated pussy licking. For the rest of the session I could barely keep my eyes off the bedside mirror, watching her clutch me tightly as I pumped her in missionary, and gazing at the intense expression on her face as she lay flat on her stomach while I came inside her. We shared a taxi back to United Nations Avenue and I got myself over to the Southern Cross hotel just in time for my 3:30 bus. I wish waiting for the bus could always be like this!
Continued on the Angeles City forum
November 2011 Trip Day 9 – Manila: Air Force One Massage Parlor and Departure
Continued from the Angeles City forum.
As the Swagman bus from Angeles City pulled into Ermita on Saturday afternoon, I checked my watch anxiously, calculating that I had about an hour and a half before I needed to get to the airport. Quickly hailing a taxi, I almost hopped out at Manila Bay Cafe in search of a short time partner there, but figured that one of the massage parlors near the airport would be the safest option, time-wise. I planned to visit Starfleet, but with time ticking I asked the cabbie to drop me at Air Force One on Ninoy Aquino Avenue, since I didn't want to lose time searching for the other place. (I had begun my first trip to Manila at Air Force One in 2009, fresh off the plane, enjoying a long-haired beauty named Paula; I still recall that she was #43 in the fishbowl, which I remember because I coincidentally had a session with another #43 named Paula, a Latina-looking chica, at Phoenix / Roman Suites in Makati later that trip).
Entering Air Force One's ground floor lobby, I asked at the desk about the massage options, and the guy at the desk led me to a nearby fishbowl with about 25 good looking girls, but this was not the location I remembered from 2009. This turned out to be the VIP section, where 2, 000 pesos would get you a plush room, and the girls would get the same for a tip. A bit steep, so I asked about the 'Economy class' option I had gone with last time; he directed me upstairs, but said that the girls there were not as good looking as the ones here.
Not true, I discovered, or at least not better looking by much. I made my selection, a difficult choice since I had my eye on two girls in particular, and went to pay at the desk. At the last minute I decided to get the other one as well, and since I was running out of pesos was relieved to learn that I could put cost of the room on my credit card (1, 400:900 plus 500 pesos for a duo). I could have also paid for the girls' tip of 1, 500 each with my Visa but they would have added 17% extra for that, so I paid them in cash at the end.
Ushered into the room, I pondered the long, silver dildo-like rod on the nightstand. When the girls arrived, I learned its true function as Patti slid it into a slot after closing the door, using it as the locking mechanism. Patti had a classy look to her, but I was gratified that I had gone for two girls when she and Darlene undressed; Patti was a bit thicker than I preferred. This was a real problem with the massage parlors – with the girls all sitting down and wearing similar (usually boob-enhancing) outfits, it was difficult to determine what their bodies were really like. While petite Darlene had some baby fat of her own this little 19-year old was another candidate for the title of cutest girl I ever fucked (I met at least two other candidates for that honor on this Philippines trip). She was also sexually skilled beyond her years. I enjoyed Patti riding me and doing her doggy style, but boning Darlene was the highlight.
All the action happened quickly, since I was in a rush to make it to the airport for my flight (fortunately Terminal 1 is only a five minute taxi ride away). I was a little surprised that I was able to cum twice during the session after the trip I had, but it was certainly the right note to go out on.
