The author remembers being trampled in Manila
During my first trip to the PI, I had a wonderful little experience. As always, I book my airport transportation and hotel in advance. I always stay in Angeles City, at the American Hotel. I can’t have fun in the PI anymore. More on that some other time.
Anyhow, I arrive in Manila, get my ride to Angeles, and 2 and 1/2 hours later, I am at the hotel. As I am checking in, I see these two beauties sitting on a couch in the lobby. I glanced at them and went on about my business. I was then shown to my room upstairs.
The bellboy had just left a few minutes ago, and I was unpacking my bag when I get a knock on the door. I opened it and it is the bellboy again. This time, he has a note for me. He says it’s from one of the girls in the lobby. I open it and it reads, “I like you and I want to meet with you”. I ball it up and throw it in the trash.
Not 5 minutes later, I get a call on the phone. I say to myself what the fuck? I answer the phone and it is the girl from the lobby. She said that I looked cute and she wanted to meet me. I said if she wants to meet me, come up to my room. She said OK.
3 minutes later she is knocking on my door. Pretty little thing, and I do mean little. 5′ even. I let her in and we talk for a while. She invites me to a club later on that night. I tell her I might show up and I might not.
Fast forward to that night. I pull up on a trike and she is sitting outside waiting with 3 of her friends. She sees me and starts screaming like I was here long lost friend. We drink, we dance, she sits on my lap all night, club closes and I tell her that I will see her later. She wants to go to my room with me. I tell her no, I don’t even really know you. She starts crying, the bottom line is we go back to my hotel room. We are laying on the bed, watching TV.
I tell her that a massage always relaxes me before bed. She says that she would give me one but she doesn’t know how. I tell her it is easy, all she has to do is walk all over me. She asks, “won’t that hurt if I walk on you”? I told her she is only 5′ tall and probably weighs only around 110. I had been working out and was in pretty good shape. She said OK.
I was laying on my back. She just stepped up onto my stomach with both feet and started walking around on me. She wasn’t shy at all and stepped in my groin a few time and kept moving up towards my chest. Suddenly she screams. I am wondering once again what the fuck???
Apparently one of her favorite songs had come on the TV. She starts dancing on my chest, down to my stomach, and on top of my groin. Of course, things in that area start to grow. She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. She keeps dancing. She’s bouncing on top of me and I am bouncing on top of the bed. It was all good!!!
After her song finished, she stopped dancing and started back to just walking. She didn’t weigh much but she was solid. I asked her to walk a little higher. Now she was on my chest. I asked her to go a little higher. She just stepped on the side of my face. Then she asked, “Is this high enough”? I said that’s fine. She couldn’t stand on my head because she kept losing her balance. So she moved back down to my chest, stomach, and groin. She kept walking until I couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take it anymore on that side.
I asked her to get down so I could turn over. She did and I did. Then she was back up and walking some more. The girl had energy. Her name was Lovely by the way. And she was every bit of that. It was feeling good, but I wanted more. So I asked her if we could move to the floor. It was carpeted. She said sure. I moved to the floor and then told her that it felt good, but it wasn’t hard enough. Could she put her shoes on? She said no problem.
She had sandals that looked like the bottom was from a tire. Deep tread. She put them on. I was laying on my stomach this time. She just walked up between my legs and kept going. She would walk up my back, step on the side of my face, then off onto the floor. Then she would turn around and go the other way. I just couldn’t get enough. So I asked her to wait a minute while I turned over onto my back.
She said that I must really like this. She was looking at my groin, which she stepped on a second later on her way up my body. She stepped on my face, then turned around for her trip back, and then she laughed. I asked what was funny. She said that I had footprints all over my body, even on my face. I finally couldn’t take anymore and had to ask her to stop.
She then took me into the bathroom and gave me a shower. She actually washed my body while I just stood there. It was a weird feeling. But what happened afterwards was not weird at all.
