Home for the holiday

Yesterday and Today (Thursday and Friday) form a two-day holiday here in Thailand. As usual, it was unclear what would and wouldn’t be open, and where you could get a beer if you wanted one.

I called Smitty, one of the owners of the Big Mango and Duke of Wellington around 4 p.m. on Thursday night.  He said both of his bars were open and serving but he wasn’t sure how long they would remain open. Even the owner wasn’t sure!

As it turned out, I think both of them were open all night. I arrived at the Duke shortly before 5 p.m. and enjoyed a couple of happy hour pints along with a Big Duke burger — delicious as always. I was sitting near Smitty, who was busy on his computer, and spoke to him sporadically.

At the end of happy hour, I paid my bill, waved goodbye to Smitty and went outside. I decided to walk through Patpong to see what was open. Safari had the doors open and the music on… I made a mental note, thinking I might return.

Instead, as I walked through the empty and very quiet Patpong I decided to move on. When I arrived at Surawong Road I grabbed a taxi to Sukhumvit. I walked into the Big Mango Bar and was shocked to see Smitty sitting at the bar, typing away on his laptop, looking much the same as he had when I left him back at the Duke just minutes ago. He had left soon after I had, but hadn’t taken a walk through Patpong, and had traveled by motorcycle instead of meter taxi.

I sat down at my ‘usual’ place at the bar and put away another two pints, but I was in a bit of a bad mood (for no particular reason), so instead of glowering alone at the bar I decided to go home.

Starting at around one o’clock in the afternoon, I had received several messages and calls from my favorite go go dancer. She was at home with nothing to do. Normally she studies English in the afternoons, but school was closed, as was Nana Plaza where she works. I had invited her to come to the Duke with me but she had declined. This was the same girl that had been to my house on Tuesday night.

I had last spoken with her around 6:30 and it was now about 9:15. I called her to invite her to my place. She agreed, saying she would arrive around 11:30.

I started walking east on Sukhumvit Road, but got sidetracked by a little adventure with some fake monks outside of the Landmark Hotel. By the time that was finished and I made it to the train station it was already past 10 p.m. I arrived home with just enough time to get a shower and tidy the room before my favorite go go dancer got there.

She arrived almost exactly on time. When she had been over on Tuesday she told me that she was studying English four days per week, but that she didn’t always understand everything. She asked if I could help her sometimes and I had agreed. Last night she arrived carrying her English book.

The first order of business was for me to tutor her on English. We spent about 90 minutes on this activity. When we (I) was tired of studying, I unbuttoned her pants and rather unceremoniously stripped her of her shorts and panties. Since we had both recently showered there was no need for any real preliminaries and we jumped right into things.

We had round 1 at about 1:30 or 2 a.m., and round 2 just a half hour later. I guess we must have drifted off to sleep between three and four in the morning.

I woke up around 10:30 and had a shower, then started checking my email trying to be quiet so she could sleep. Her phone started blaring an alarm at eleven o’clock to wake her. I took this as the starting bell for round 3, which turned out to be probably the best and longest lasting of all. By the time we were finished, he skin was flushed red and I lay exhausted, sweaty and panting on the bed.

We giggled and cuddled like teenagers for a while, then I rolled her on her stomach with a pillow under her hips, which pushed her cute little ass up into a very vulnerable position. I got behind her and some vaginal penetration round 4 was underway. I did my best for about ten or twelve minutes, but the old fella wasn’t gonna make it to the finish line a fourth time. I used my fingers to get her to the end of the rainbow (several times, I think) but while we were in the winding down shuddering stage of her orgasms my phone rang, and I used my free hand to answer it.

I mentioned the other day that I have a date with a ‘good’ Thai girl tonight… one I’ve been pursuing at a low level for a couple of years. She was calling to find out where and what time we would meet. I made the arrangements with her, holding the phone in my left hand, while my right hand was staying wet and my favorite go go dancer was biting the pillow and trying not to moan out loud. The phone call lasted about five minutes and as soon as I hung up the girl on the bed screamed.

It was funny actually.

My favorite go go dancer always gives me that special ‘girlfriend’ feeling. We lay in the bed kissing and cuddling during the early afternoon, with me nibbling on her nipples and her giving me a nice massage. Finally sometime after 2 p.m. she decided to go home. I walked her out of the building, and as she hopped in the tuk tuk to go to the train station she patted the seat beside her to invite me along.

I had a dinner date scheduled in five hours, so I declined, smiling and wishing her a nice day.

I got back to my room and started typing this blog. Just a moment ago my phone rang. It was my ‘good’ Thai girl… the one I have a date with tonight. The date I’ve been waiting two years for.

She had just had a call from a family member with an urgent problem. She has to fly out of town tonight, returning on Sunday. She asked if we could re-schedule for next week.

I told her to call me when she gets back and I’ll let her know if I’m free.

She promised to call me tonight when she gets to her family’s home. I’ve met her family before and she said she’ll let me chat with them on the phone tonight to say hello. I assume this is her way of offering bona fides — a way of proving that she really does have a family emergency and that she’s not just blowing me off. I know this girl very well… she’d never lie to me, so she doesn’t need to offer any proof to me, but I appreciate the effort anyway.

So now I’m thinking that I could have just kept my favorite go go dancer here for a second day and we could have just kept on rolling with rounds 5, 6, 7 , 8, 9 and 10. For a moment I considered calling her and asking her to come back this evening.

But then I realize how content I am to just be home alone for a while, and I don’t really regret letting her take off.

Maybe I’ll order a pizza delivery, open a bottle of beer and watch an old movie on cable. There’s nothing like being home for the holiday.