Posted by Sinner on October 24, 2000 at 21:52:39:
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Saturday night, I went to the Mall San Pedro, a mall located not far from Gringo Gulch and easily accessible by cab or even bus. The mall, like Avenida Central, was hottie central. As I have noted before, you can't judge whether a Tica is a working girl or not just based on her clothing. Even "civilians" like to show off their bodies with skimpy tops and tight blue jeans or spandex tights. Mall San Pedro also has a great disco, Planet Mall, for those who want to bring their ladies to a "legit" public place to party or to try to meet non-pro Ticas. Sundays are pretty dead in central San Jose with the exception of the Blue Marlin. Went around 9:00 p.m. and hung around for a couple of hours, checking out the scene and flirting with some of the girls. There was a mix of girls, only a handful of knockouts, including two who came in together and could have even been sisters, both fairly young and extremely bosomy with cleavage showing from their tops with sweetheart cutouts, and pretty faces with full lips. If there were any suspected silicone enhancements that night, these two would have been my guess. Was enjoyable, but was never seriously tempted since a "bargain" with any of the BM girls would have easily covered four trips to 747. Monday, October 09, 2000, started off poorly. Rosillo stood me up. She later said she had to take her kid to the pediatrician and apologized. Maybe I should stop thinking they'll actually show up. I don't know, if they come to my room, they don't need to split the take with the house. But maybe they just feel more comfortable and safer working in familiar locations, or maybe since so many of them live way out of town it's just hard to do something unscheduled. I won't give up, but I'll just take any promises with a grain of salt. Anyway, undeterred, I went over to 747 to see if Rosillo had shown up "at the office". Alexandra and two other ladies sitting in the lobby recognized me right off (even though I hadn't had any dealings with the other two girls on Saturday.) They immediately laughed and yelled towards the back, "Rosie, Rosie, come on out." And she did. Fucking hot experience. I decided to pay for a full hour on the promise that I would get the full hour, and not just the one pop. A wise decision! Turned out to be a GFE - if your girlfriend is a hot chick who really likes sex and knows how to work it. We did just about everything, except for actually fuck! I spent so much time and energy getting her off that I wasn't up for the task a second time within the hour. Ironic. But I didn't miss that too much since the session was about the hottest I've ever had. We started off fully clothed, with me feeling her up through her panties and then pulling them aside. Lots of kissing all over each other's bodies. She gave me great head once again, really sloppy and wet with incredible tongue action and the occasional deep throat. I played with her tits and sucked on her nipples for what felt like hours. While I was doing that, I moved one hand down to play with her pussy, diddling her clit and then finger-fucking her. For the first time, I experienced a woman getting so wet that my fingers made that sloshy-squeaky sound as I moved them in and out. The way she pushed her mons against my hand, I have to think she really came. After she brought me off with her mouth (couldn't hold off watching that gorgeous face and blonde hair bobbing up and down on my member), I returned the favor some more by going down on her. I think I made her come again as I sucked and licked her sweet pussy as she pushed it against my face and with me also finger fucking her and trying to find her G-spot. I definitely got a messy face-full of sweet pussy juices. One of the other things that was great about Rosillo was she was a great vocalizer and her moans and screams really made it even hotter. (The walls of the rooms at 747 don't reach all the way to the top - for improved ventilation?-so all of our neighbors could hear us going at it, including the slurping sounds we made as we worked on each other!) After I made her come the second time, she tried to bring me back to life but I unfortunately just wasn't able to come back in such a short time. Maybe I was affected by the muggy room too since we had knocked the plug for the electric fan out of the socket sometime during the session. So we spent the last ten minutes or so of the hour with her body draped against mine in a tight embrace and lots of mutual fondling and talking. Strange what conversations we had. We wound up talking about religion. Imagine, having a conversation about religion in Spanish with a naked chica. Somewhere, my Spanish teachers (mostly middle-aged ladies) are either applauding or mortified. Cost for an hour of wild, knockdown sex was 7000. No fucking way!! There's probably that much in change stuck in the cushions of my couch at home! I toyed with the possibility of going back for one more round with Rosillo after lunch, but it would have been just too tight on time to really enjoy it. I had checked out about 1:40, and after having a leisurely lunch at Soda Billy, where I sat at one of the window booths all the better to catch the floor show of hotties strolling up and down Avenida Central, I wouldn't have been able to go to 747 without being preoccupied about being able to get back in time for my pickup for the airport. So I just hung around Avenida Central until it was time to go. Damn, just some jaw-dropping beautiful women in San Jose. So the moral of the story is to learn some Spanish, be patient, and wait for that chance to hit the mother lode. |
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