Thank you for the positive feedback. I imagined a few BM´s would get nostalgic about their own first times.
Just to answer a few questions that popped up. The BJ bar price was 800 for 10 min, it doesn’t have a name, and the location is kept ´secret´ because it’s illegal. I will, though, answer any private messages if you want the location.
And by the way LOS, I picked up my FL across from Rock Hard, so I think I´m safe, but I agree it was a risk in that condition. But hey, it was my first night…next time I’ll be wiser and more careful, though hardly any less drunk.:intello:
To continue my tale of my first trip to LOS, I got up rather late on the first full day there. 1 pm to be more exact. After breakfast I went out and looked to rent a scooter. I found one near the guesthouse, and paid 1,000 Baht for 5 days of rental. 200 a day, not a bad price I hope?
I used the scooter to go sightseeing. I went to and through Karon, Kata and other small towns in the general area. While I had been a bit more brave than usual last night, I still was not able to completely reconcile myself with the circumstances of LOS travelling and mongering in specific. I wanted to enjoy a nice oil massage, but I was not ready for the ubiquitous “do you want sexy massage,” or “happy ending?” question. I was certain that I would not be able to say no, and frankly after last night’s escapades, I really didn’t want to continue down that lane. Besides, I had booked June for the night already, so better to save some for her.:intello:
Anyway, I went slooooowly past several massage places, in several towns. All were with young eager girls, and from what I had read on the board, trying to avoid sex in one of those places could be difficult. Nancy Reagan’s “just say no” didn’t seem realistic under the circumstances. Instead I kept thinking of Obi Wan’s “The female Thai can have a strong influence on the weak minded…” Then suddenly it happened. I had just about given up, when I zoomed past a clinic in a small town. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a bunch of women (and I do mean women!) sitting in front waiting for customers. YES, I thought. Thank the lord. A massage with absolutely no chance in hell of a happy ending. And it worked. I got a quite relaxing massage with no sexual thoughts whatsoever. The woman must have been about 50, with a couple of extra pounds on her. There was never any doubt!:rules:
After that, I was ready to go back and shower, and then hit the town and go find June. My prize for the night. She was dancing on the bar as she had been the night before, and looked just as good. She still had the attitude though. That was the one thing that bugged me. She was definitely not one of the happy go lucky girls you read about on the board, and see elsewhere on Bangla. She played “hard to get” like a master. Sullen, bored, not easy to talk to. Thankfully there were other guests at the bar, including a regular Brit. So we all had a lively talk. He knew her apparently, and said she was always like this. She had been working there a couple of months and had not yet gotten into the whole BG or GFE thing. That much was obvious. After some drinks I decided to head home and get on with the main event.
When we got to the room, it turned out that not just was she a bit sullen, she was also shy. I had expected a lively girl, whom I would enjoy looking at as she exited the shower. Her beautiful body, the lovely, big breasts, but no. She kept the towel tightly about her, until she got under the covers. Hmm… this was my first semi sober p4p experience, and it was not at all turning out like I had counted on. Actually I had kinda hoped that the girl would be able to sort of ‘show me the ropes.’ But, instead I was suddenly lying naked in a bed next to a naked female stranger whom I had actually agreed to pay for staying overnight and having sex with me. She understood little English, and I understood even less Thai. And she was not reacting positively to my attempts at removing the covers to reveal a little more of her than just her face. Not much GFE there (though I do remember several similar instances with past girlfriends!)
Finally we got around to it, though. She wouldn’t let me move the covers, and she didn’t react too enthusiastic to my hands on her body, so I just started looking into her eyes, kissing her soft skin, stroking her hair, and slowly I could feel her warming up. It was actually quite nice. It sort of broke the ice, and made me feel better about the whole thing. Getting the, albeit completely fake, impression that I was somehow seducing her felt good. It made it all feel more real in the end. And it was good by the way! It was excellent. Now, I am a breast man myself, and feeling the weight of her lovely, huge breasts on my face as she bent forward while she rode me…wow! I hadn’t expected to find big breasts like that in LOS, so I was quite the happy camper that night.:love3:
The next morning, however, we were back to square one again. We had a good romp, but she was back to being aloof and reserved. I could feel that she wanted to stay, and as a matter of fact she seemed to expect it. Not so good, I thought. Frankly, I just wanted her out of the room, but one thing you can’t learn by reading is how to handle these kinds of situations. I couldn’t just say “leave please,” and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in any way.
While she showered I put the 2,000 Baht we had agreed on under her purse (again a tip from the board). That price was by the way the one she insisted on the first night. I tried haggling, but no go. After that I showered myself, and half hoped that she would just steal something and leave while I showered. But, alas, all by belongings were still there when I exited the shower, and so was she.
When it came time to think about breakfast, I finally lucked out. The clothes she was wearing was not exactly daytime attire, if you know what I mean. And since she couldn’t then join me for breakfast in town, she, thankfully, left. A little upset at my lack of consideration for her situation, but not too upset not to leave me her number. I never used it though. For one thing I wanted to be a butterfly on this my first trip, and secondly she just wasn’t fun to be around, outside of the bed of-course.
I spent the third day driving around to The Royal Marina, Phuket Town (looking for a soapy, but deciding to wait for another trip to LOS, hopefully including a few days in Bangkok), and everything in between. I booked a trip to Phi Phi the next day, so another LT was out of the question. Had to leave too early for that. But not wanting to go to bed completely unsatisfied, I decided to give the massage with a happy ending a try. It didn’t take long to find a place.
The girl was very nice. Not pretty but very charming, and she spoke really great English. Perfect. I had never, for very obvious reasons, removed my boxers, during my first massage, and hadn’t been asked to either. This time, however, the girl asked that they be removed. I was lying in the booth she had shown me, and was still wearing them when she got back from picking up the oils and towels she needed. She just laughed and looked at me. “You remove underwear, please”, she said with a bright smile. I think it showed that I was new at this. We talked a lot. She was from Chiang Mai, she lived in Phuket for 10 months out of the year, and she did this for a living. For every 1 hours work, whether it be a Thai (200 baht) or Oil massage (300 baht), she still only got 100 baht pay. Think of that, 100 baht an hour. This was at 8 pm, and she had only had 3 customers including me on that day. That is not a lot of money. When you look at what other girls make, BG’s, hell even freelancers, the tips we give a waiter perhaps, the tuk-tuk’s for Christ sake, then a massage girl's pay seems ludicrous. I see why they perform extra services, they have to to live.
After about half an hour she asked me if I wanted a “special” massage. I asked “how much for special massage?” She said “you decide.” Smart move on her part. I was a newbie, I didn’t know the going rate and had no way to know! It turned out she was having her period, so “special” meant a hand/blow job. I accepted. She did it with a condom. Boy, was that a strange experience. At least in the BJ bar I had been relatively drunk at the time. But now I was completely sober, and lying on a mattress in a small cubicle while a massage girl went to work on me. I have to admit I didn’t like it. It made me feel reasonably uncomfortable. The problem was, I think, that I had gotten to ‘know’ her. She was such a sweet girl (woman actually, she was 30) and I really liked her as a person. That does not work for me, apparently. I felt like the imperialists of old. Like I was there as master, and she was there to serve me. I didn’t like that feeling.
When we exited the cubicle after the bj and the end of the massage, she let me know that she expected to be paid her now, and that the massage was paid for downstairs. I didn’t have anything less on me, and actually handed her a 1,000 baht note. I know, grossly overpriced. Next time I will be prepared and have a 500 with me, I promise.
I went home and had a good nights sleep, preparing for Phi Phi.