Evel and the Angels of Eden - Part 2

[Evel_Penivel]

By then it was 3.30 a.m and the three of us stepped out into a night as hot and humid as a steam bath. We only had to walk 50 meters until a cab swung onto Soi 18 from a sub-soi. We piled into the cab, Thumper still chanting, â??Go market! Go market!â?Â

 

The cab turned down Sukhumvit Road and there were still masses of mongers and maidens in motion, although gaps were appearing in the action. We continued past Soi 1 and the driver eventually turned right. I had no idea where we were heading, but later found out it was the Bo Bae textile night market. I still have no concept of its location, other than it was about a 20-minute cab ride from Soi 18.

 

It was packed with people, thousands it seemed. Textiles and clothing of all description was sold from the stalls along the sidewalks. I saw only a tiny bit of it, but the night market stretched for blocks. For those of you who pride yourselves on visiting places without other farangs, I have no problem recommending Bo Bae. The whole time I was there, I saw exactly one other farang. More about her later.

 

We looked around for awhile - there wasn't much of interest to me. I'd mentioned to the ladies I wanted to buy some souvenirs for my mother and other relatives, but Bo Bae didn't hold much promise in my eyes. It was clothing by the bails, probably straight from Chinese factories. But commerce was brisk and Thumper lost no more time in beginning with her shopping. Bambi took me to a street eatery and we sat down on stools at a rickety card table. The owner seemed pleased to see me and immediately plunked down two battered tin cups with ice water. I was very thirsty, but imagined there were whole battalions of bacteria in the water waiting to attack my intestinal tract. Bambi ordered som tom for herself, but that would be a bit fiery for me at 4.00 am. In the morning, especially after a late dinner heavy on curry. Bambi ordered something for me, describing it only as â??not spicy.â? What I got was a bowl of beef broth with thick, rope-like noodles and bits of beef offal floating in it. I guess Thai food doesn't get much more authentic than that and the broth tasted delicious, but I was still full from dinner and good only manage a few spoonfuls. The chipped, mismatched bowls, tin spoons and one-cockroaches scurrying in the sour-smelling gutter also tended to blunt my appetite.

 

Thumper appeared with bags of clothing as well as some bottles of water and a few cans of Seven Up. She also had a cold towel which she laid across my neck. I drained a bottle of water â?? my bodily fluids needed to be replenished â?? and started on a can of the soda. Thumper ate her own bowl of broth and scarfed down the rest of mine as well. She and Bambi had a brief conversation, the crux of it being that Bambi thought I needed to get back to the hotel because of the heat and my tiredness. Thumper promised to finish her shopping quickly â?? she was buying â??clothes for children and sexy clothes for ladies -â? and Bambi and I continued to sit. She also continued to fuss, borrowing a newspaper from the eatery's owner so she could fan me with it. We munched on a bowl of peanuts he put in front of us. After some minutes of rather boring people watching, I saw a motorcycle stop and a young farang woman, hop off the back. She had Mediterranean features, but could have come from anywhere. A short, ratty-looking Thai guy sidled up beside her and something changed hands between them. I'd seen that kind of situation many time in Manhattan and knew what it meant. For some unfathomable reason â?? maybe because I was bored â?? I decided to talk to the girl. I stood up, told Bambi to stay put and strode towards the girl. I no idea what I was going to say, perhaps something lame like â??Just say no!â? But I never got the chance. As soon as the girl saw me, she jumped back on the motorbike and the driver peeled away so fast he almost dumped her in the street.

 

Bambi looked at me like I had been too long in the heat. I said, :joke, jokeâ? to excuse myself, but in truth, it had been a very idiotic thing to do. The best way to get yourself hurt is to interfere with a doper and his or her score. I mentally castigated myself for my stupidity, then paid the eatery owner all of 60 baht for our food.

Bambi and I set off to find Thumper. She hadn't gotten far. Bambi started looking at children's clothing herself and I was left to my own devices for a few minutes. As I stared aimlessly at the street, I felt a hand run up underneath my shirt. I thought it must be either Bambi or Thumper, although that would be out of character for them. I turned to face two lady boys, one of whom was taller than me. They didn't really smile at me, just sort of leered. It wasn't a pleasant moment.

 

Then, by magic, Thumper appears at one side of me and Bambi at the other. It was the ladies versus the lady boys and by the tone of it, the ladies were winning. The lady boys shrugged and moved on. I asked my defenders what had been said. Thumper just shook her head and Bambi answered, â??Not beautiful,â? as if that explained everything. By now, Thumper was totally loaded with bag after bag. Bambi and I helped her carry them. One more place to look and then we'd go back to the hotel, Thumper said. She guided us to a stall which sold lengths of Thai silk. She and Bambi wanted to buy some lengths as gifts for my mother and other relatives of mine in the U.S. I protested that wasn't necessary, but they insisted it was. They suggested three lengths and asked me to pick the colors. I chose royal blue, gold and a tan-brown hue. Thumper said farangs liked bright colors, while Thais would prefer the milder tan color, That's not exactly the color scheme of the clothing of most TGs I knew, herself included, but maybe she was thinking of traditional styles.

 

The shopping complete, we caught a cab back to the Town Lodge. On the way back up Sukhumvit Road , Thumper asked the driver to pull over so she could buy breakfast at a food stall. Even though it was 5.30 a.m, there were still a lot of people in the street, but now the girls outnumbered the punters by three to one. The ladies hopped out and came back quickly with several bags of food. Thumper said she'd eaten my times at that stall on the way back home after all-night sessions and it was very clean.

 

â??When a lady boom-booms all day, she needs a lot of energy and has to eat a lot,â? Thumper said.

 

Breakfast back at the hotel consisted of sticks of fried dough and bowls of rice porridge with meatballs of pork. The ladies stirred egg yolks â?? maybe from a duck egg - into theirs, but I passed on that. They brewed tea from the in-house supply, I drank water. Feeling content but very tired, I thanked them profusely for the night's adventures and gifts. I tried to give them an extra 500 baht each, but they refused. Thumper said she knew I was trying to pay for the gifts, but if I did that, it wouldn't be a gift. This had been a night that went beyond heavy-duty fucking and sucking. How much further I wouldn't realize until several months later. Already it numbered among my very best in-bed and out-of-bed P4P experiences. I was ready to sleep and thought the ladies would want to head home. But they had one more surprise for me. I said I was going to take a shower and Bambi joined me again. For the second time that night, I got the full Eden scrub, right down to the fingernails. After everyone was thoroughly washed, we crawled into bed.

 

Thumper asked me if I wanted to come again. I said I did, but didn't I could. As she stroked my dick and Bambi caressed my balls, she smile and asked me if I'd like to fuck her ass. That was an invitation I couldn't refuse after she'd asked so nicely and my cock expanded a few inches in confirmation. She smiled again and Bambi began sucking my dick. They sucked it in turn and together, paying due attention to my balls and nipples. When I'd reached the desired degree of hardness, Thumper lubed herself and Bambi applied the condom and lube to my cock. Thumper then guided my sheathed stinger into her back passage. Once I'd established a good rhythm, Bambi put a condom on her fingers and started the prostate massage. It took awhile and Bambi to apply more pressure, but I shot a load on a deep thrust into Thumper's ass. I lay totally pumped out while Thumper decoupled from my dick.

 

Again, some cuddling and kissing, then one more cleanup and back to bed, this time definitely for sleep. I couldn't believe it when Bambi lay down beside me. She stroked me gently and then bent over started sucking me once more. I actually fell asleep with my dick in her mouth. I woke up at about 10.30 a.m to take a piss. Bambi was still beside me, Thumper was nowhere to be seen. I woke up again at about 1.00 p.m and Bambi had gone as well. I saw Bambi and Thumper several more times in the following days. Bambi told me she'd made a 1,000 baht profit on the Bo Bae clothes she'd sold to friends and neighbors. For a lady of Thumper's caliber, there are quicker ways of earning 1,000 baht, but it was important for her to have earned money other than from P4P.

 

When I returned to the States, a friend of my took a picture of me presenting the lengths of silk to my mother. I made copies of the photo and sent them to Bambi and Thumper. Two months later, my mom passed away, suddenly and peacefully. We used one of the lengths of silk â?? tan-brown color than Thai people like â?? to cover the table on which the urn with her ashes was placed at her funeral. Later, when the urn was interred beside the remains of my father, it was wrapped in the same length of silk.

 

I took a trip to Thailand shortly after my mother's death and met up with Bambi and Thumper again, but separately. Bambi was still working at Eden, Thumper had left (she's since returned). It told them both of my mother's death , they were very sorry. I few days later, Bambi gave me a beautifully framed enlargement of the photo that I had sent her of my mother getting the silk from me.

 

That's class, gentlemen. Real class, something you don't see much of today. Not in Thailand or farangland. The picture from Bambi, and the lengths of silk, are among the most precious gifts I've ever received. And they came from ladies at the Eden Club.

 

Evel

 

[Encore]

Thank you E-P for sharing this beautiful experience.

 

Outside the brothel, many of its workers are simply ordinary isan women, reverting to type. It is that part of them that I find irresistable. (oh, well, I suppose if they do a perfect blowjob/assfuck/prostate massage, that helps, too).

 

Many years ago, I fell for an isan gogo dancer, who put my world upside down for a few years. The sex was great, the games exhausting, but the lasting memory was her out-of-barlife being, her home village, her day-today ordinary isan woman stuff. I still miss her, even after I learned we didn;t have a long term future.

 

Bless them all!

[Damen]

Good story EP. I enjoyed reading it. Sorry to hear about your mother.

[YimSiam]

Again, excellent TR - good use of juxtaposition, startling and effective... that's the most heartwarming story about assfucking/analmassage that I've read in a long time - do you think they'd consider making an After School Special movie about Bambie and Thumper?

 

What's next from Evel?

 

cheers,

YimSiam

[BJ_Blackowitz]

Again a good read. Tnx 4 sharing.

 

[Torneyboy]

Good read...

[Evel_Penivel]

What's next from Evel?

cheers,

YimSiam

 

I'll finish up the Nana Car Park report - most interesting part remains, always end on a strong note - then I have "Go Tell the Mongers: the Battle of Thermae" on the back burner. I'll be back in LOS in October and will look for new inspiration.

 

Evel

[magician]

 

Outstanding storytelling.

 

 

 

[The Frenchman]

Good report, nice to read something well written for once. Can't wait for Eden, will visit in two months.

Sorry for your mother/The Frenchman

[Hornman]

mate, that's a good write up.