Yeah, Rollo,
Cream is a really nice girl with a sense of humor, methinks. And her hair does smell nice. I wanted to try and get back up there and ask her if things went okay after we parted company, but I'm off to Bangers tomorrow -- assuming it's not underwater by then -- so not sure I'll make it up there tonight.
And completely off topic, but how about that Wales-France game? Tough way for Wales to lose it, but still it was a fun game to watch -- well, the second half was; I totally forgot it was on this afternoon until I happened to be walking past a bar and heard all the shouting.
Well, onto the trip report.
The night after the Hair
Cream/
Cream Hair Incident, I thought perhaps that this night would be the night for bar hopping. Started off with a drink in La Bamba about 9ish in the evening, there were a few punters about, and I chatted a bit with an Irish bloke who was entertaining/being entertained by Pat. Lovely as she is in her many photos, they don't do Pat justice; she's even sexier in person.
I buy Nok and
Cindy drinks and generally just hang out for awhile, chatting -- shooting the shit, if you prefer an American analogy. At one point Nok asked me what my plans are, and I replied that I didn't really have any, other than bar hopping and shooting some pool. One thing leads to another and we agree to head out together to shoot some pool a little later.
About this time England's covert agent in Thailand, 007, arrives on the scene, and I introduce myself and buy him a drink. We compare notes on ladyboys, mongering and whatnot. Mr. Duke eventually heads off to Famous Bar, while I await Nok, who has to change into something a bit more conservative than the come-fuck-me lingerie she is wearing in the bar. I should put "conservative" in quotes, as you can see from the shot below.
Now I confess, prior to walking into La Bamba, it wouldn't have occurred to me to take Nok out of the bar for a night. Nothing wrong with her, mind you, she's just not my usual cuppa. But she is really interesting to talk to, as she has been knocking about this business for a while -- heh, pun intended. And it turns out she's great fun to hang out with, as I'm sure many Patts vets already know.
We head over to Megabreak, where I proceed to lose more than I win. C'est la vie; those are the breaks (oh, I'm on a pun roll). When closing time rolls around and Nok has to head back to La Bamba to close up shop, I call for the check bin, but she insists on paying for the pool and the drinks. When's the last time that's happened to me, that a bar girl, ladyboy or GG, insists on paying? I can't recall; it's been a while.
After La Bamba is squared away, we decide to get some eats before heading back to the PBR -- we never actually discussed this prior to this; I guess by this point it was just a foregone conclusion for both of us. She surprises me by wanting McDonalds, but I've had enough Sangsom by now that McCrap actually sounds pretty tasty -- Buddha help me, it was, too; how can utter garbage food taste so good?
Back at the PBR, when Nok comes out of the bathroom I'm in for a surprise: without makeup she looks totally different -- not for the worse, mind you, just very different. In fact she looks rather cute without makeup, vs. the sexbomb look she sports in the bar.
I wouldn't call her cute in between the sheets though; she's very much a tiger. There's something to be said for experience, which is why I prefer my girls to be a bit seasoned. If there is one thing Nok knows how to do, that's riding cowgirl style. I kept asking her if she needed to switch, but even long after she came, she would just smile and purr "I'm fine" and proceed to bounce and gyrate with aplomb.
She had mentioned earlier that she liked to be on top when getting fucked; I guess she wasn't lying.
When it comes time to sleep, I consider telling her that I don't like long-times, that I prefer to sleep alone, but she's such a sweetie, I don't have the heart. Plus I was thinking I'd get to sample her not inconsiderable oral skills the next day. She is a snuggler, though, and I do find it hard to sleep, but again, she's so nice, I don't begrudge her the lost shuteye.
It's been said before; I'll say it again. Nok is a class act, and a sweetheart with good head on her shoulders. I hope La Bamba continues to do well for her; and the next time I'm in Patts, you can bet I'll make time for pool and Nok.
P.S. I almost forgot. Shortly before Nok and I leave to play pool,
Cindy somehow gets makeup on the ass of her white tube-dress thingy (not up on my fashion terms, I'm afraid). So she goes upstairs to change, and comes back down in a fucking blood-red corset and matching bra and thong, her not inconsequential charms oozing and jiggling above and beneath the corset. Add to this matching thigh-high blood-red PVC boots with heels.
Oh. My. Fucking. Buddha.
She looked so incredibly fucking hot, I would have barfined her immediately on the spot, had I not just made plans to shoot pool with Nok. But I thought about it, to be sure. Nok and I hadn't discussed anything beyond pool, but as I've mentioned, I'm a bit of a softie, and it just doesn't seem right by Nok to do that, even though I'm sure she would have been a gracious professional about it.
As it turns out, I'm glad I didn't, but ... damn,
Cindy looked stupid hot. I told her I wanted to get some pictures of that outfit, and she suggests we do it after Nok and I get back from shooting pool, as a few customers had just walked in.
Alas, when we got back, she had changed outfits again! So you'll just have to use your imagination, I'm afraid. I know at some point once I leave Thailand for parts east I will.