New Year’s Eve and the Isaan Princess

 

On Saturday I spottted a tall dancer in Long Gun with a nice body, and nearly perfect tits.  I’m afraid I became a little obsessed with her, and I’ve been stalking her for three days.  On Saturday and Sunday she already had customers paying for her drinks when I came in the bar.  Not one to give up easily, I returned tonight, going inside Long Gun at 7 p.m. to make sure no one got to my Isaan princess ahead of me again.

On both Saturday and Sunday she took the stage at 8:00.  Tonight I waited until 8:30, and when I didn’t see her, I decided to go out and see what was happening elsewhere on New Year’s Eve.

Soi Cowboy was looking great… hundreds, if not thousands, of balloons decorating the street.  Tables were set up in front of every bar serving free food.  Most places had put the dancers and pull girls into some sort of special outfit for the night.  Country Road girls were in traditional Thai dresses, while many other places had opted for red, white or green bikinis. 

 

I drifted along the soi, soaking in the atmosphere, but finally decided not to go inside any of the bars.  Instead, I hopped a motorcyle and headed to Nana Plaza.

There is a dancer at Mandarin Club who I have a good relationship with.  We call each other at least weekly, and she often drops by my place for an afternoon short-time to pick up a little cash on her way into work.  She called me this afternoon. 

I invited her to drop by, but she said she couldn’t.  I think the purpose of her call was to try to get me to volunteer to cover her 1,000 baht bar fine so she could go out to a party with her friends.  At three in the afternoon I was still thinking about seeing the Isaan Princess at Long Gun, so I didn’t volunteer, but made a vague commitment to see her at Mandarin Club later.

Well, now that it was 8:30 and the Isaan Princess wasn’t in sight, the Mandarin Dancer was starting to sound like a safe alternative for New Year’s Eve.  I thought I might go barfine her for a short time, then let her go play with her friends after.

Inside the Mandarin Club, however, she was nowhere to be seen.  I called her mobile, and she sent me a return SMS saying she wasn’t working.  Apparently she conned someone else into barfining her for NYE.

It was about 9 pm, so I figured I’d check out the action around Nana.  I had a drink in Fantasia, but it was lame.  I walked into G-spot and back out.  I went upstairs and had a look at Carousel and Hollywood, but they were empty.  Rainbow 3 was a ghost-town with three dancers on stage and no customers.  The bars on the ground floor (at least the outdoor beer bars) were rocking, and Mandarin Club had been busier than usual, but everywhere else I went was deathly quiet. 

Maybe it would pick up later, but between 9:00 and 9:30 it was death valley in these bars.

I headed back to Soi Cowboy, thinking I’d spend the rest of the night hopping from gogo to gogo. 

On the way I stopped in at Thermae coffee shop.  It was also nearly empty, and I was accosted for a drink by the world’s oldest bar girl.  I said no, and got out fast.

My first stop on my return to Soi Cowboy was Rawhide.  In stark contrast to Nana Plaza, Rawhide was 90% full.  As I stood just inside the door looking for a seat, I felt an insistent tugging at my sleeve.

I looked down and spotted the little dancer that went home with me on Saturday night.  She still had the cute smile.  I sat down with her and bought her a drink.  The 3-girl all-nude show that I love so much was on.  My girl could see how taken I was with the show dancers, especially one named Par.  She offered to introduce me, but I said no thanks.  A show girl in a capacity crowd at Rawhide on New Year’s Eve was gonna be expensive, and perhaps not even possible. 

 

She’ll probably still be there on a slow Tuesday night in mid-February when she may welcome the attention.

After the show ended, I paid my bill and headed out again.  Not sure where to go, I decided to take one more look in Long Gun to see if the Isaan Princess had shown up.

She had, and she was dancing onstage stark naked, except for a pair of knee high boots and a long winter scarf wrapped around her neck. 

 

She wasn’t gonna win the Miss Universe pageant with her fairly ordinary Isaan face, but with her height, nicely proportioned body and nearly perfect tits I found her a very appealing contrast to the little spinners that usually command my attention.

I made eye contact, offered her a drink, and settled back to wait for her to arrive.  While she was showering and changing, another girl stuck her bum in my face and pushed her way into the small space between me and the next customer.  She grabbed my leg and started trying to chat me up.  Trying not to be rude, I shut her down quickly, but she didn’t leave.

She was still sitting there when the Princess came out of the back, freshened and dressed in a very cute spring outfit.  The Princess walked up and then stopped, confused, when she saw the other girl.  I immediately smiled, moved to the left to make room, and invited her to sit and have a drink.  The other girl quickly understood what had happened, and explained to the Princess.  They appeared to be good friends, and quickly swapped seats.

We did an abbreviated interview (What’s your name? Where are you from? Where do you stay in Bangkok?) and then I asked her to go out with me.  She said short time only, and I said fine.  Knowing that many bars increase the barfine on New Years Eve, I asked her how much the barfine was.  She answered that it was 500 baht.

“Are you sure?!” I asked in English.

This turned out to be the wrong thing to say.  She thought I was asking if she was sure she wanted to go with me.  It took five minutes of trying to explain in both English and Thai, with things getting worse all the time.  The more I explained, the more unhappy she looked.  She just didn’t understand.

She went to change her clothes while I went to the ATM.  By the time I returned, the waitress was apologizing, saying I needed to pay another 300 baht, because the barfine was 800 baht tonight.

Finally the Princess understood.  Now she was apologetic and trying to get on my good side.  This worked for me… I smiled and told her no problem.

We got a taxi to my place.  We were in my room before she understood that I live and work in Thailand, and that we weren’t going to a hotel.

We did separate showers, then I sat her on my lap and we chatted for a while.  I got some vital statistics from her.  She’s 21 years old from Udon Thani, she’s been working in Bangkok for a year, and she is 170 cm tall.  I didn’t ask her weight, but I’d guess her at 52 to 55 kilos.

She was sitting, straddling my waist, and both of us had towels wrapped around us.  I stood up, which meant that I was holding her, with her legs wrapped around me.  I turned, stepped up on the bed, then kneeled down, laying her on her back with her head on the pillow.  She didn’t quite scream, but she came close.  I think because of her height she’s not used to being carried around like a doll, but with my bulk it was easy to do.

I unwrapped the towel, and even though I’d been watching her dance naked for the past three nights, I marvelled at how great her body looked up close.  Again, her breasts were beautifully formed natural C-cups with perfect nipples.  Her stomach, while not exactly hard, was flat and she had long slender legs and arms. 

I went straight for her titties, squeezing, licking and sucking.  I could have just played with those titties for hours.  They felt great, and I’ve probably only found one or two pairs in my life to compare.

Finally I moved on.  We spent five or ten minutes in deep-french kissing.  She’s got a large mouth with highly sensual lips.  She wasn’t shy about kissing, and she was good at it; something that’s often not true of Thai girls.  This was the best kissing I’ve had in Thailand.

Soon enough — too soon even – we grabbed the condom.  She struggled to put it on me, so finally I helped her.  Once it was on, she pushed me on to my back and started giving me a covered blow job.  Unfortunately, her oral skills are limited to kissing.  Her blow job technique left a lot to be desired. 

I decided to be proactive, so I flipped us around, with her on her back and me between her legs.  When I pushed inside her she was clearly uncomfortable.  I’m not sure if the condom just wasn’t properly lubricated or if she was simply overwhelmed by my Western size.  In any event, I had to go gently at first.

Soon we were in a pleasant mish with a nice rhythm.  We went back to the long lingering french kiss with our hips moving in sync.  Now this was what I’d expected the first time I spotted her in the bar!  This was worth three days of stalking and a premium barfine.  We had a  a long sensual session that ended with me pushing deep inside her to finish.

We cuddled for a few minutes after, but didn’t talk.

There was no second session, but the first one was pleasant enough that I didn’t mind.  We showered, and I walked her downstairs to get her into a cab.

All in all, a nice GFE session with a girl who has a really nice body. 

Sawat Dee Bee Mai… Happy New Year! 

I hope yours was as happy as mine.