Kumbu and The Sexual Super Highway
Monday night, just past midnight, time for one last run at Climax. My penultimate night in BKK, I had just flopped with the girl from Rainbow 4, and I was tired and grouchy. But I WAS going to enjoy the night dammit! I walked down soi 11 to the club and walked in to a 30% full club. There were plenty of open tables, lots of open space, and loads of lonely women. Most of them were with friends, but there were the occasional singles milling about. I found a table near the entrance, one row deep, sat and sipped my Coke Light. I fiddled with my phone, drafting my goodbye SMSs to my various girls. I would send them out in one big hurrah on Wed morning before I get on the plane. This wasn't necessary, but it was a good diversion as I sat there and allowed both the club to fill up and the girls to spot me and scope me out.
I was tired. I was cranky. I was not in the best of moods, perhaps this is not the best way to monger. But there I was, trolling Climax looking for a victim. I began to feel a little lechery. I mean, given my fatigue, it is likely that whoever I end up with (if anyone) will not get the Super Deluxe Kumbu Treatment which includes full detailing, interior and exterior. Perhaps she'd get just the Superior Kumbu Treatment, which includes a free tire waxing, but no more.
There was an Arab-looking guy at the table in front of me, alone, and with a big-ass bottle of Jack Daniels at his table. Jeez, dude, could you be a little more obvious? But it worked: the girls at the table behind me were giggling their little tushies off at this sight, and they eventually managed to get themselves ensconced with the young Bedouin. They were not much to look at, and I could tell he wasn't terribly interested in them. They were skinny, and mid-twenties. I think he was looking for something with a little more body, and perhaps something of a more recent vintage. But he stuck it out with them for a good 15 minutes, and then bailed on them, leaving them at their own table. He then retreated to his own table, and continued the meditation, waiting for a suitable mistress.
I lost track of him at that point, since a sudden influx of sweeties distracted me. There was this one girl who caught my eye. She was tall and slender, long straight hair, and a smile to end all smiles. She was wearing jeans (bad sign), and a flowery white blouse (not skin tight, bad sign). But her face was about as delightful as you can get. She looked like the kind of girl one might fantasize about in high school. Sex goddess she was not, but you know, maybe something tender would be useful tonight?
Before I made any commitment to her, out of the corner of my eye I saw a spectacular set of legs. That's all I saw: legs nothing else registered in my visual cortex, legs-legs-legs. My head snapped across to get a better look, but the legs disappeared into the crowd. Fuck! Must find legs! So I jumped off my stool and rushed in the direction of the legs. My eyes were looking down the whole time, not at the people but at their legs, and I was pushing through the crowd looking for those legs again. I had a photographic image of them in my mind and I was matching every set of legs I saw with that image, but I found nothing that even came close. I made a full circle of the club and was unable to locate the legs again, so when I got back to my table, I just sat down a little deflated.
A few moments later, my Spidey sense started to tingle. I popped my head away from my SMS composition and looked around like a prairie dog looking out of its borough. And behold: there they were. Standing in all their glory, stretched out like a sexual super highway (I really like that description, not sure why, and hence the title of this post), facing away from me. I looked and admired, and I felt precum ooze from little kumbu. Wtf, you're pathetic Kumbu have a little self-restraint. No, I cannot restrain myself- I must have her.
I'm generally a shy kind of guy in Climax (and elsewhere too). But tonight I was just not myself. I was very impatient. I think it must have been the 30 nights in a row of poor sleep, followed by long days of work. It gets to you after a while, and my patience was shot at this point. And because of this, I was far more direct than I usually am. This turned out ok, in fact, so newbies take note: directness can work, provided you are not rude.
So I got up and walked in her direction. She had on a clingy, one-piece teal-colored mini-skirt. She was wearing flat, open shoes which accentuated the length of her legs this girl knew exactly what her best asset was. Speaking of which, her ass bulged out of that clingy mini-skirt like the sun breaking the horizon at dawn. I approached her like a lion approaches its prey slowly, cautiously. I was looking at every detail of her architecture. I was interested in the leg-to-arm ratio, the waist thickness, the ass bulge, the amount of shoulder fat. How thick were her upper arms? How thick are her ankles relative to her knees? Are her thighs super fatty or toned? What kind of toes does she have the farm-girl five-point star toes or a tight set of straighties? Fingernails? Or chewed stubs? What was she drinking? Who was she with? How does she move, stealthily like a cat? Or stumbly like a beagle?
All things checked out, except I had not circled around enough to see her face. So I started out that way, and I eventually got to an angle where I could see her face, and it was...ok. I mean, nothing spectacular, but ok. If I wanted a cute face, I could always go for the be-jeaned girl with the white frilly top. But if I wanted a perfect body, then here you are Kumbu.
Well, what sealed the deal was that as I circled around and got to a point where she could see me, she looked at me through the crowd and then looked away quickly in a shy manner. Then...a few moments later...she looked back. I gotcha my darling.
So we smiled at each other a little, and then I decided I didn't really have time to futz around, so I went right up to her and:
Kumbu: Hello, my name is <kumbu>
Girlie: <incoherent single syllable name>
Kumbu: Nice to meet you.
Girlie: Nice to meet you. Where you from?
Kumbu: America.
Girlie: Ooh, nice.
Kumbu: Nice? Why?
Girlie: I like man from America.
Kumbu: Good, coz man from America like you.
Girlie: ...
And then, just like that, her hand comes up to my neck and she starts to sexy dance me. That was quick. We did this for 10 minutes and rather uncharacteristically, I sealed the deal quickly. I told her I had to work tomorrow at 7am, so I have to go back to the hotel now, does she want to come with me? Of course she did, so we held hands as we walked out. It was now just past 1am, and the place was quite full at this point.
We got back to the hotel and we talked for 15 minutes as she sipped a Bacardi Breezer. 23 years old, Chiang Mai, been in BKK 4 months, works in cell phone store at MBK, one child back home, three brothers and two sisters, hates Thai men, will only date falang men now, likes sex in the ass, prefers noodles over rice, and can't eat anything spicy.
Wait a minute? What was that last one? The one before spicy and noodles/rice? Something about sex in the ass?
Yes, I like in toot.
Fuck me. I have NEVER heard this from a woman in Thailand. What IS it with the ass sex this time in Thailand? Are all Thai women suddenly becoming very liberal with their asses? Did the red shirts somehow put ass sex on the menu for these ladies? Naah, I think it is just a lucky coincidence. I suspect on my next trip ass sex will be back to the abomination it usually is.
But as (bad) luck would have it, I was not particularly in the mood for ass sex. I kind of wanted a good, solid, old-fashioned vaginal doggie sex session tonight, so I told her we would find a way to please her, no matter what.
Into the shower we went. She ogled at the hair on my body so MUCH! And then the regular 'oh my budhha!' when little kumbu is revealed, and then the fun began. We lathered up, and showered off, and then for the first time ever, this girl decides that after the shower, she wants to take a bath. I have a huge bathtub in my suite and I have never used it. I come to the same hotel each time I visit Thailand and stay in the same suite each time, and on none of these occasions have I ever used the bathtub. So she broke my bathtub virginity.
She gets in and insists I join her. The water is tepid, but we sit there playing with each other's bits for a good ten minutes. It was awesome. I tried to play with her legs, awesome as they were, but it's not that easy in the bathtub. She was eager to show me her various holes, and I started to kiss and suckle her ass while in the bathtub. Gents, this is a fine experience indeed a fresh, clean set of holes immersed in water being thrust in and out of your mouth. Very pleasant indeed.
But little kumbu was busting, and she was eager to proceed. So we jumped out of the bath, quickly dried each other and hopped into bed. I made a beeline for her pussy and started to gently suck on her vaginal lips. I was keenly aware that this may be the last time I taste the luscious pink flesh, so I totally made it count. I put all my energy into it, trying my best to please her as well as please myself. As I suckled and slurped, my hands were playing with her thighs and calves, and boy they were spectacular. They were well shaped, very well toned, and they had the most sumptuous texture: they were hard (i.e., toned muscle lay beneath the skin, no fat whatsoever), but the skin was ridiculously soft. This groping of her legs was doing more for me than sticking my tongue into her holiest of holies. But that's not an unexpected experience.
We did this for perhaps 10 minutes, until she had a gentle orgasm. It was really very interesting she arched her back, grasped the sheets with one hand, and grasped my face with the other, putting the palm of her hand against my check and stroking it intensely. It was a very tender moment, where she seemed to be expressing genuine pleasure, or at least that's the way I chose to interpret it. She puckered her lips and whispered a soft, gentle 'oooooooohhhh. She pulled up, as did I. I wove my arms around her legs, pulled up, placed my head sideways on her belly, with my cheek flat against her tight belly, my chest against her hot and wet pussy, and we lay there, breathing together for 2-3 minutes. She then mounted me in CG. She rode me gently (no smashed testicles here, thank heavens), and then she rotated into reverse CG. She was very gentle, very soft, very careful, but very intuned with me. I like this girl she had personality, and she was not a brute. We then switched into doggie, and this is where things got hot and heavy.
I was on my knees, little kumbu inside the lovely, and she started to pound her ass back and forth for me. So I just stayed still while she did all the work. I let my mind go, I looked up at the ceiling as the pleasure was inflicted upon me, and I breathed deeply. I raised my arms and did a kind of good-morning stretch, flexed my arm muscles, and then sank my hands deeply into her ass cheeks. She was busy pounding and having a good time. I looked down at her asshole and for a moment was tempted to try to slip little kumbu in there. But ass sex is somewhat tiresome it requires effort since it needs to be more controlled, and I was not in the mood to be so gentle and controlled. So I started to rub her asshole with my thumb, and she groaned in pleasure.
I took over the pounding effort, and with my left hand I grabbed her hips and helped myself thrust into her, and with my right hand I fingered her asshole. Needless to say, the end arrived fairly soon, and as the energy left me, immediately after the first ejaculatory spasm, I immediately started to think about work the next day. Hah!
So we cleaned up, I paid her 1500B and took her number, and she left with a sweet kiss on the cheek. I have a feeling I will never see her again, but that's ok. She was a charmer, with phenomenal legs, and a great attitude. This certainly made up for my flop earlier that night, and in the end, it was worth the effort to go out one more time that night. My only regret was that I was not able to lay her out flat and just stroke those legs. But in this Land of Legs, I am sure I will have a similar opportunity in the future.
I slept a mere 4 hours that night, but it was worth it in the end.
Where to find GREAT looking women in Bangkok
Hello gents and salutes to mongers everytwhere.
I'm relatively new to this board and this is my first post and it's actually a question. I'd like to know where to go in Bangkok to find truly awesome great looking Thai women. I'm not so concerned about the cost as I am the quality. I'm talking "model", that men would universally agree upon as being hot. I haven't been to Bangkok for probably 10 years, so I'm sure alot has changed. Taste is usually quite an individual thing, but frankly many of the pics that I see here are of women of dubious quality (not a knock on anyone's preferences as the pics are always appreciated). I want beautiful women that would be universally viewed as gorgeous, otherwise why go to the time and expense. I'm not one of these guys who simply equates cost with beauty, so don't go down that path. I do however fancy very attractive ladies and don't shy away from paying what they're worth. Thanks in advance for the input, and I promise to post detailed reports with photos upon my return.If there's anyone who wants to PM me with "prime" info, that would be much appreciated also.