[Bangkok] Pang from Yala—TF freelancer
Another report from Bangkok, where essential business continues and a lot of business has left its collective phone off the hook.
Some of the younger bros may not get the last reference...you see, back in the Before Times, before COVID, before mobile phones, people used to have phones connected by wires. And before then (but after dinosaurs roamed the earth), people didn't even have phone-answering machines. When you called someone, they picked up the receiver and (hopefully) said “Hello”, or you got a busy signal because they were speaking with someone else on their phone, or it just rang and rang. But if they left the receiver “off the hook” you'd just get a busy signal, as the line was engaged.
Now wasn't that a fun history lesson? That's why the Rolling Stones song is called “Off the Hook”—it means I've left my phone off the hook, don't bother calling, I can't hear you, la la la. But in business, you want to be answering those damn phones, thus being “off the hook” is not a positive development.
I roam the city, take care of various errands, admire the Sathorn Unique Tower (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sathorn_Unique_Tower), traveling on the SkyTrain where, during the day, it's not difficult to find a seat. Streets and malls have plenty of space. And rolled-down shutters...
Business is off in the Thai capital, and I don't think anyone really knows HOW off. ThaiFriendly is full of seemingly eager women in their 20s/30s/40s. There's one on there advertising for a sugar daddy @25K baht/month. I guess that's negotiable, most things are here.
So I booked a date—this skinny cutie named Pang wrote in her profile: “I run a massage shop and get freelance work thanks.” As you can guess there ain't no shop, she's just shopping it. But responded promptly to messages, and we made a plan.
Then a message from the emergency room—her son (hadn't mentioned him prior) had an accident. She's massively apologetic. I'm like: lady, take care of your kid. She insists on coming over the next day, sure, OK.
Next day she sent a photo of the youngster's stitched-up wound. OK. Gotta help defray those medical expenses. OK. I'm sympathetic. And, being not-skinny myself, skinny women are a bit of a fetish for me.
She arrives on time. Photos are accurate in terms of cuteness. But they've been run through the “bleach filter” as she's a lovely shade of café con leche. So she's more attractive than the pix I've included here—all of which have been, regrettably, bleached.
She said she was shy, and yes indeed—plenty of giggling and smiling-nervousness. She's damn cute but...this is gonna be mediocre. She doesn't speak much English but we can manage.
She pops in the shower and emerges wrapped in one of my towels. Some LFK but as her breath is far from minty-fresh, I don't pursue this. Toss her on the bed (yes literally—gal weighs 45kgs) and unpeel the towel. She says her tits are small, I say they're cute (standard line, use it) and tongue-worship her nipples.
There are likely some Thai women who are as frigid as a nunnery in the Arctic, but I find most of them have an automatic sensory response, and Pang is no exception. Soon I've worked a finger knuckle-deep in her moist pussy and she's whimpering and clamping her lips. Reactions vary, that's hers...I'm a fan of the eye-roll myself but whatever, it's all good.
I'm just getting her warmed up, so lay back and let her lick a nipple and stroke my cock. Clock's running, blowjob-time, she asks if I want a condom. I say no ma'am it's nice and clean, in Thai (true of course), so she attends to Mister Dinkus. Needs a bit of adjustment on hand-technique, picks it up quick, ooh, this is nice. I squeeze some lube on my fingers and work it into her moistening oyster.
She's convinced that two minutes of knobjob is sufficient, I disagree, so it extends to...maybe four minutes and nine seconds. A condom is deployed and I ask her to lower herself on me slowly, which is usually the best way to start things. She does, starts grinding her hips and clamping her lips. I grab her skinny waist with my hands and lend some effort, nice.
Cowgirling away, but I want to cum and be done with this one, so I ask her to flip around so I can admire her muffinbutt slamming down on my cock...OK not exactly slamming but kinda slamming but...nut nut NUT!
She hops off, grins nervously, heads for the shower. Shortly thereafter, she departs my abode with a cash payment and a jar of Nutella I bought for her injured kid, because Jack is a nice guy. So what.
The end.
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