#29th Virtual Symposium ''My 1st...hotel''  

greekphilosopher 56M
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4/2/2017 12:21 pm

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#29th Virtual Symposium ''My 1st...hotel''

Going out
A year after leaving school at 14, I was working on my first boat in the photo, 'Eftihia', it means happiness.
My first ever time going out with the rest of the crew was always going to be an exciting event on my noetic calendar. I mean, they were all old timers from 30's to 55's, and me, a 15yo novice. They were willing to show me the ropes, and I was eager to learn.
We all piled up in five black little Morris Minor taxis. We drove out of the harbour, after bribing the customs men at the gate with a few packets of marlboro, so they would not be difficult jobsworths. And we wanted to give them a little free taste of what we would be selling them later. We were getting them from the ships own duty free shop at one dollar ten cents, for a carton of ten packs. Selling them for the equivalent of nearly a tenner in Rupees. We would get as many as we could en route, as the shop was sealed up during our stay in harbour, then proceed to hide them everywhere around the boat, so we always had a hidden stash, for when we were on the dock. I preferred this maths lesson, than any at my old school. And I was learning fast.



The journey to the club was a hair raising experience, to say the least. Imagine a 3-4 lanes one way road, filled up mostly with all these identical black little Morris Minor cabs, they were real tiny in 1978, all overtaking past each other at speed, interchanging lanes suddenly, without the slightest look in the mirror or indicating. Well, they could not indicate any way, as the hand that was not holding the steering wheel, was somehow super glued on the horn. Like bumper cars, at high speed, beep beep, whoosh, zoom, beep beep.

At the club
The eye behind the hole gave us an examining look before the metal door opened. This was a private seamen's club. The place for anyone who wanted sex and was willing to pay. We entered the club around 9 in the evening and started walking between the tables towards the bar. There were a few men there, few busy tables, but it was full of women. When I say full, I mean a hundred gals, maybe more. One cupped my balls as we walked towards the bar, and said, hello huni, want some company? Some of the crew intervened, leave the baby alone they told her and sort of tried to usher me towards the bar. We never made it to the bar. A couple of crew at the front of our line, were pulling tables together and getting chairs for everyone, in front of the stage. Her hand was still on my balls. I did not want to go anywhere, not even sit down!

Jenny Rita was a tiny little thing, at about 5 foot tall, she came up to my shoulders, in her mid 20's. Loads of long curly black hair and two beautiful big eyes. And a nice hand! We stayed in the club for a few hours. Watched the sex show, had a few drinks, danced, told a few stories, and played a bit of wandering hands with our women. There was an 'early exit' fee if you took a girl out before a set time. Most of the crew were changing women during our time there. I did not want to let Jenny Rita even go to the rest room. Her hand and my balls were getting well past the best friends stage. On the way out one of my fav songs came on. I was not even tipsy from the alcohol. Ok, just a bit. But blind drunk from the excitement. As I was already out of the door, but could listen to the loud music, I climbed up on a parked Morris Minor, and started dancing on it's roof. Jenny Rita joined me. The next minute, there was 5 of us, two on the hood and two up on the roof with me. Four women and this novice, had a quick last dance and a laugh. Damn, I remember this like as if it was yesterday. And it's been 39 years! I almost remember their perfumes.The small crowd around the car started clapping, as we finished our dance and jumped off.

The hotel
The ride to the hotel was as hair raising, as by now expected, just shorter. All the Morris Minor cab drivers were explaining to their own passengers that we had to be dropped off, a block away from the hotel, and then walk pretending to be some tourist who met some local hotie earlier on, as was illegal.
We were told to walk straight past reception and get in the lift. A person would appear later and take the money for the room from each of us.
It looked such a grand place, there were ten wide steps surrounding the whole length of the building from side to side, leading to the front door through some columns. The police were parked up outside. We could feel their eyes on us as we climbed the steps and went through the door. Inside, it looked clean and peaceful. The receptionist looked above his desk and waived, like if he knew us. The high ceiling gave the place an extra feel of luxury.

We were all on the same floor, the top floor, dedicated to the girls from the clubs, and visitors, seamen, or whoever wanted a place that allowed women from the clubs. We all chose to pay our woman and room for the night, and it came with dinner. Nothing fancy, 2 soft drinks, 2 plates of some meat with rice and some bread. I was not hungry, not for food anyway. I shut the door as the waiter left the room. I was so excited. There was some light from the street bellow entering the room via the large window. I started on Jenny Rita. I could just about make up her dark skin, her tiny body, her hard nipples.

After about 3 hours, I heard a door slam outside, and some voices. Then some loud laughing, more door slamming, and more happy voices. I could not hear clearly what was happening, and didn't care either. Little Jenny Rita and I were going through the whole karma positions book, page by page. One of my mates knocked on the door. I got up and opened it. There was a little auction going on in the corridor. About seven naked girls were parading around, each going up to the boys rooms doors, which were all open by now, and giving them a sexy little dance, and a giggle, promoting the goods so to speak. Come on, Dimitris said, lets swap, we paid for the whole night, so it does not matter, the girls don't mind and we love it anyway. Go away you perv, I said slamming the door. Jenny Rita was my first woman. How dare he? I was not going to swap her with no one. Ever!
By six in the morning I was experiencing my 1st ever 7th orgasm! We sat up on the bed and had a little cuddle as the rain was tap dancing on the corrugated PVC roof. I felt so serene, at inner peace, so happy, complete. And she was happy, for a job well done. We were back on our ship, a hair raising 20 minutes later.

This was the first time I stayed in a hotel in my life. I never knew that hotel corridors can be such fun places at 3am! And what a great idea it was to have all of us on the same floor. I have stayed in hotels a few times since, and if I am alone and still awake at 3am, I often give the corridors a reminiscing look! No more Jenny Rita, Dimitris asking to swap, or an auction, sigh!

Day 2
Raj, the top customs man at the harbor gate was the man in the know, for everything. And he loved Marlboro's. And we all loved him.
Dil, the whoosh, zoom, beep beep specialist was our dedicated means to get me and another 3 crew, there and back, in one piece wanting the custom, all the custom!
Sati, the eye behind the club door, given up checking after the second night, if he heard us outside. Sometimes the door was open, before we even knocked.
Casim was the guy who would come in the rooms, after you were there already, bringing the dinner, and getting the money for the night.
I never knew any of the police men outside the hotel, but I think they knew us, and Jenny Rita, and Casim. Corruption is great when you are at the right side of it.

Infatuation
The same game was repeated night after night for the next two weeks. The hair raising on the way to the club. Jenny Rita's hand relationship with my balls. The hide and seek with the police outside the hotel. The nightly auction at 3am outside the rooms, on the corridor. Dimitris's asking for a swap. Every night, the basterd. I kept my promise, I never swapped Jenny Rita. Are you kidding me? How could I ever? She was my 1st and I was 15.

Bye bye Jenny Rita, and thank you!
We left Sri Lanka a couple of weeks later, but Jenny Rita never left my mind. We sailed to Singapore, and stayed for a month and a half, on dry dock, at a place called Samba One. Next on the list was Bangkok for a month, first 2 weeks inside, on the river, and last 2 weeks at an island, just outside.
I loved this new school and all the learning. And this was...just a job? My friends would never believe it, and why should they? I could hardly believe it myself, and I was there!

I know this was a long post and thanx for making it to the end. I wanted to 'take' you there, I couldn't just throw THAT hotel out there on it's own. My second symposium entry for April coming soon, will be much much shorter.

And a short hotel joke

Two newly weds turn up at a hotel and ask for the honeymoon suite, the receptionist asks 'do you have reservations?' The bride answers 'Yes, I won't take it up the arse'!


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greekphilosopher 56M
4087 posts
4/2/2017 12:22 pm

My 1st...hotel stay.
Sri Lanka, Colombo, 1978, Hotel top floor, Jenny Rita, I left a little bit of me behind!
Novice still, but virgin no more.


1deeptouch 73F  
96 posts
4/2/2017 12:38 pm

Great read.
Thanks for sharing!


greekphilosopher 56M
4087 posts
4/2/2017 12:51 pm

Hi 1deeptouch and welcome inmy blog. Many thanx for the visit and comment!


wickedeasy 69F  
32435 posts
4/2/2017 1:34 pm

ah, Jenny Rita. what a lucky lady to have spent two days of love with you. I love the boy/man who chose to stay with her, the romantic in you.

You cannot conceive the many without the one.


greekphilosopher 56M
4087 posts
4/2/2017 2:11 pm

    Quoting wickedeasy:
    ah, Jenny Rita. what a lucky lady to have spent two days of love with you. I love the boy/man who chose to stay with her, the romantic in you.
Aww thanx wicked. I just would not let her go! 2 weeks of love! Thanx for popping in.


author51 56F  
83280 posts
4/3/2017 1:37 am

    Quoting wickedeasy:
    ah, Jenny Rita. what a lucky lady to have spent two days of love with you. I love the boy/man who chose to stay with her, the romantic in you.
I agree with my friend here.Wonderful coming of age story as well.Very exciting life as well by the sounds of it.

One can never have enough JOY in their life...


greekphilosopher 56M
4087 posts
4/3/2017 3:19 am

    Quoting author51:
    I agree with my friend here.Wonderful coming of age story as well.Very exciting life as well by the sounds of it.
Hi author. Happy you liked the story. Those were the days lol. Enjoyed at the time as events, and still enjoyed these days, as memories. Hence I can tell a good story now! I think I will be popular with the grand children, at story time, with no book! Thanx for dropping by and for your comment!


goodatpoetry2 69M
16571 posts
4/3/2017 3:39 am

Great coming of age story and VERY well written!

Hell... I even liked the joke! .


greekphilosopher 56M
4087 posts
4/3/2017 3:51 am

    Quoting goodatpoetry2:
    Great coming of age story and VERY well written!

    Hell... I even liked the joke! .
Many thanx goodatpoetry. What a nice comment! For a...builder like me! Thanx for comming by.


shadesofginger2 64F  
544 posts
4/3/2017 10:08 am

Oh, I loved reading this, for so many reasons! You are a fabulous "visual" writer capable of indeed drawing your reader in to be right there with you. What a wonderful story about Jenny Rita. So tender and romantic. An entirely sweet and poignant time in your life and sharing with us provides an opportunity for us to visits our own sweet and poignant times! Bravo Ginger


greekphilosopher 56M
4087 posts
4/3/2017 11:00 am

    Quoting shadesofginger2:
    Oh, I loved reading this, for so many reasons! You are a fabulous "visual" writer capable of indeed drawing your reader in to be right there with you. What a wonderful story about Jenny Rita. So tender and romantic. An entirely sweet and poignant time in your life and sharing with us provides an opportunity for us to visits our own sweet and poignant times! Bravo Ginger
Thanx ginger for loving my little story! Managing to get you there, in the corridor at 3am, is what I wished for, but never expected! Thanx for traveling with me. As for Jenny Rita, I think she knew then she had a little place in my head, for ever! Thanx for your nice comment and for visiting. whoosh, zoom, beep beep!


tickles4us 57M
6901 posts
4/3/2017 9:27 pm

A job with interesting benefits it seems.

Vive La Difference


greekphilosopher 56M
4087 posts
4/4/2017 2:23 am

    Quoting tickles4us:
    A job with interesting benefits it seems.
Hey tickles4us, the benefits better than the wages! I am still looking for a job like that. Thanx for visiting and commenting!


spunkycumfun 59M/64F  
36125 posts
4/7/2017 4:16 am

Clearly Jenny Rita was very attached to your balls!
You had a great job.


greekphilosopher 56M
4087 posts
4/7/2017 4:43 am

    Quoting spunkycumfun:
    Clearly Jenny Rita was very attached to your balls!
    You had a great job.
Ohh she was so good spunky. And that job was the best of my life. At that age, pure magic! Thanx for popping by and commenting.


greekphilosopher 56M
4087 posts
4/8/2017 12:22 pm

    Quoting  :

Many thanx wantingsexymind! Ah the heart and feelings of a young boy, in love at every port....
Thanx for visiting and your comment.


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