Time for a new FR and ‘put pen to paper’ or ‘fingertips to keyboard’.

All these afternoon thunder storms do get to you especially when you are caught in the middle of one. I was unfortunate/fortunate enough to be in the middle of one and was feeling quite pissed off sitting in stagnant traffic in front of Times Square. Having a beast of a day being ticked off by the boss put me in a rebellious mood so I muttered a ‘fuck you all’ and decided to duck into a nearby hotel which specialized in short term leasing by the hour. Called up an OKT and asked for any new ‘goods’. OKT suggested (again) PRC but I had been having them quite regularly recently so I requested for a pinoy. Was told pinoy did not do the afternoon rounds. Little bro couldn’t wait till night fall. OKT suggested maybe Thai fare. Only problem was my last encounter with one wasn’t a blooming success – in fact it was quite disastrous due to communication problem (not like some of the bros here where thai is like their mother tongue, whereas my ‘tongue’ was talented in something else!) So finally I decided on indon.

Took my shoes and socks off in the room and waited in anticipation …. waited…waited… If the room was a bit more well-appointed it wouldn’t be so bad – there were a couple of german cockroaches roaming the walls and the towels which were so very neatly folded were damp to the touch and smelled like it has been put through the wringers of a garbage truck. And besides the mood was subsiding faster than a sinking stone.

After about 30 minutes the door bell finally let out a welcome chime. Got up and opened it. Two WL’s walked in. I thought to myself there must be some mistake. I didn’t remember ordering a ‘tar-mah’. Was told I could ‘pilih’. My diplomacy leanings compelled me to say ‘dua-dua pun bagus-lah’. Quick as lightning came the reply: ‘ambil dua-dua lah’. Shit, these WL’s are fast! Much as I liked the idea, being on a shoe-string budget I had to make a hard decision. One was tall and leggy. The other was short but busty. My freudian nature pushed me to pick ‘busty’. Money changed hands, Leggy left, and Busty and I sat on the creaking bed and started a conversation. Reason why I decided to go for an Indon as opposed to my previous choice of PRC’s was my bahasa is marginally better than my non-existent mandarin. Chatting away and found out busty was from BATAM, which is my favourite hunting ground. Boy, have I got gems of stories of my escapades on that ‘fuck’ island. Too bad this thread does not cover this region. Perhaps someone can start one???

Anyway, I suggested we both take a shower. She declined saying she already had one. Off on the wrong foot already as far as I am concerned. Without waiting for her I stripped and went into the shower and washed up. I must have shown my displeasure cos when I was finished and lying on the bed, she took off her clothing, put a towel around her (what the fuck, I thought to myself, I’ve chosen myself a fucking prude!) and went for the bathroom.

By the time she came to the bed ‘displeasure’ was overwhelmed by ‘lust’. Busty was exactly what she was: huge big melons with large nipples which hardened expectantly to kneading and sucking. There was the usual standard moaning but her effort paled into comparison against PRC’s over-the-top enthusiasm. She proceeded to giving BJ which was literally a soppy affair. Too much saliva and no friction at all. I might as well stick my dick in a tub of melted butter!! It also didn’t last very long. No lingering prolong licking. In under a minute she capped me and guided me into her. Quite tight!!! - not because of virginal property but because she was quite dry. It was turning into a bit of a disaster. I really was getting off the boil. So to at least get back my money’s worth I just started humping her rather mechanically. Went on for about 10 minutes and worked up a sweat (at least I can skip my weekly gym!). But after a while busty started to lubricate. I turned her around and did her doggy style for another 5 minutes before I came. There were no fireworks, just a soft release. Funny thing was Busty didn’t even realize I had cum and kept on with the theatrics. So when I finally withdrew, her rather abrupt stop in her acting was so sudden I could not help but stifle a snigger.

We chatted for a while – a habit of mine after bonking where I like to find out more about the gal. All the while I held her in my arms and I started roaming. Her biggest asset literally were her tits, and also surprisingly she had very little pubic hair – her sparse downs were almost non-existent. She wasn’t shaved because her pubes were very fine and not coarse and stubble-like. The attention to the clit got her all wet and I politely suggested a second round. She smiled at me and said ‘Bayar lagi lah’. Fuck, real business woman. Went to wash up, dressed and continue idle chatting.

Soon after she received a call from OKT and disappeared out of the door. The whole episode was all a bit of a letdown, and I started to analyse what it was that went wrong – then I realized that busty had been yawning rather frequently in the hour, which gave the impression of non-participation which to me was a real turn-off.

Summary:
Name: Mita
Age: 24
Boobs: HUGE
Height: 5’1”
Attitude: 2/10
Professionalism: 1.5/10
BJ: 2/10
FJ: 4/10
Damage: 140 plus 38 room charge
Return: Nah!

P/S: Throughout my hunting experience, coming across a gal who answers all the expectations is very rare indeed. Apart from the fact that no one is ideal, including oneself, a lot of other external factors contribute to the satisfaction of a ‘cheonging’ session like in this case, fatigue of the WL. I was quite disappointed especially after learning that she operated out of Batam where service and attitude are legendary.