Newbie in 1999 - with Farang girlfriend (part 3)

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For the next day we had bought tickets for a half-day excursion to some tropical island off the coast close to the Pattaya Bay. The main attractions were supposed to be an excursion to see the nearby coral reefs and time on the beach.

The tour company came and collected us in the morning with a tiny pick-up truck equipped with a couple of benches. You really had to think thin to be able to squeeze onto it; fortunately the drive to North Pattaya did not last that long. Once there I realised that we were supposed to wade to the long-tail boat that were to take us to the bigger one. This was going to be exciting... Especially since I did not want to ruin my expensive leather sandals in the salt water. So off they came and I kept praying that there would be no painfully sharp objects or animals hiding in the sand. As added spice the stormy weather of the past night had whipped up quite big waves. As a result, everyone was getting splashed up to their waists by the occasional bigger wave. Fortunately I was carrying a backpack where I and my girlfriend could stuff our cameras, wallets and other less than waterproof objects; without it the trip would have turned out to be quite expensive. Making trip in the bouncing boat and doing the transfer (jump and grap for the rail when a wave throws the boats apart) was an experience. I think that without having my both hands free thanks to the backpack, I probably would have been enjoying an early swim Pattaya bay.

The trip to the island was quite refreshing. The wind was still quite brisk and the waves definitely made the boat rock quite a bit. The scenery from the upper deck was not bad at all, and the fresh air kept seasickness at bay.

The island was something of an anticlimax. It was very hot and I did not feel like going exploring the woods, and lacking wimming gear the only option was sitting at the beach under a parasol. I was foolish enough not to apply sunblock everywhere (I was in the shade - right?) and got some rather painful sunburn as a souvenir.

Visiting the toilet was an experience. They had a Western toilet seat, but no running water; you were supposed to flush by scooping water from the barrell next to the seat. It works...

The high point of the excursion was supposed to be seeing the coral reef from a glass-bottomed boat. Unfortunately the stormy weather had churned up so much sand and silt from the bottom that you could not see anything... There was not much choice but to rendezvous with the big boat soonest and head back for Pattaya. Well, it was an interesting experience - I did not have any regrets about having taken the tour.

I was not really looking forward to our last evening in Pattaya. My head was churning with a hopeless mess of emotions: lust for Thai babes, stage fright (my girlfriend clearly was going to extract all the details and audit my performance), fear of catching something and passing it to my darling, jealousy about the Thai toy boy she was going to barfine, overall confusion, feelings of shame for turning into a sex tourist, etc. etc. I dropped off my girfriend at Soi Pattayaland 1 so that she could go and pick up her Thai boy toy, and decided to be done with the misery as soon as possible.

Off to see if Miss Hello Girl was still keen to show me the short-time room. Of course she was, and I proceeded upstairs to suffer miserable failure...

After the fact it is easy to figure out the reasons. My emotional turmoil was not a good starting point. I was cold sober, so nothing softened the edge of my nerves, either. I still find the concept of short-time rooms repulsive and even more back then. The girl was so young (19) and beautiful, that I felt like a total creep who should stay miles away from her. She was also doing the classic starfish act: no kissing, no BJ, and please cut the foreplay and stick it in to be done with. I was also so afraid of catching something and passing it to my girlfriend that I was actually relieved that there was not going to be any sloppy fun. However, her dryness and tightness proved to be an impregnable barrier for my less than enthusiastic equipment. I guess some additional lube on the condom would have helped, but none was around. I honestly do not remember how much I overpaid, but I'm sure it was a gross amount. I was not paying for performance, but trying to expiate my attempt to violate this innocent, fragile blossom of the Orient. (Yeah, right!) Exit right with tail between my legs.

I knew I was not done for the night, since my girlfriend would give me hell, if I failed to do the Evil Deed. So what was plan B? Miss Lao, of course. I found her hot, and I was really curious to find out about her muscular control. It was funny how the staff of the upstairs bar clearly recognised me and greeted me like a long-time regular - on my third visit. I guess my girlfriend made me a bit more memorable than the usual punters. The bad news was that Miss Lao was off. At that point I probably did the first smart thing in the evening: I ordered a drink and slowed down.

Miss Cutie was the obvious Plan C. I did not feel like trawling the bars for the ideal date, and she had been jolly company. I also figured that she might find me less repulsive, since she was much older and less stunning than Miss Hello Girl. So I invited her for dinner after barfining her. While we were waiting for our dishes, my girlfriend phoned to check how I was progressing. I invited her and her 'date' to join us for dinner, so that we could compare notes.

The happy couple must have been in the neighbourhood, since they arrived shortly. I think it was a mistake to introduce my girlfriend as "my girlfriend"; Miss Cutie seemed to lose quite a bit of her enthusiasm when she realised that I was already 'spoken for'. However, she carried on like a real professional. Comparing notes revealed that boys were cheaper to barfine than girls: my girlfriend had paid about half of what I did.

After dinner my girlfriend and her boy toy left (presumably) for some karaoke place in North Pattaya. I and Miss Cutie headed for the hotel. This turned out to be my first experience with a hotel that was not guest-friendly. First they nicked me half the price of the room for bringing in a guest. Even more annoying was the shitty treatment the front desk gave to Miss Cutie when she was trying to collect her ID after we were done. They had 'misplaced' it, and we had to wait for twenty minutes in the lobby before they coughed it up. That one taught me to look for less classy accommodation in the future.

In the room it was the standard routine (as I was to learn): separate showers and the towel. At least she did not insist on turning off the lights. The sex was not anything to write home about. No kissing, no BJ, but at least she was friendly enough to make my willy enthusiastic enough to permit her to slip the condom on and take a short ride. She quickly switched into the missionary position - to get me off quicker, I presume. It was not long before she made me finish - she was tight even if past thirty. Time to shower and to escort her out...

However, although the sex was over, the night was not...

Wagner