Background: Porto Seguro is a vacation town in Brazil. While
there may be an occasional foreign tourist, it is primarily
Brazilian tourists from Rio and Sao Paolo; even in the tourist
oriented businesses, it is rare to find someone who speaks
English. Myself, I had just turned 50 and am of Italian origins:
once I get my tan together I can pass for a Latin. In PS, people
were assuming I was Argentine. I mention this as a point of
reference for the reader, because women are going to respond
differently to a good-looking young guy than they would to a
middle-aged man. I speak less-than-fair Spanish and have only
a handful of Portuguese I picked up on this trip. In the story
below, absolutely no English was involved. The year: 2001. At
the time, the exchange rate was R$2.5 to US$1.00.

I found a posting on the net from a few years back about a termas
in Porto Seguro. I set off to check it out. It was near one of the
beaches to the north of town, so I hopped on a bus, followed the
described landmarks, but found the area under construction. I
walked around, with no sign of a place called Le Chat Noir. I made
my way back to the main drag, with the beach on one side and
sprawling, up-market resort-hotels on the other. I saw a bank of
taxis, and the drivers were all sitting around under a tree. I picked
the guy on the end of the bench and asked him about the place I
was looking for: never heard of it. The conversation spread to the
other guys, and a few said they knew it, but it was closed down. It
was openly talked of what the place was, no nudging and winking
involved; these people have a great attitude about sex. Seeing I
was disappointed, they asked if I wanted a girl now, and the first
cab in the rank took me. I sat up front. The driver asked if I liked
morenas (brown-skinned Latinas) and I said yes, very much. He
was black-black, like ebony, so I threw in that I liked blondes and
blacks too, sensitive that he might take offence at my response.
After about a mile or so, he turned into the beach side of the road.
There were two gals walking up the path, he stopped and talked to
one of them, then asked me if I liked her. I said "sure" then he
drove down a little further to one of the many palm-roofed bars
(barracas) that line the beaches here. I was completely out of my
element here: the samba music was way too loud, and I could
barely understand a word of what they were saying otherwise.
There was a guy, maybe 28 or so who seemed to be running
things, he showed me to a table, told me to sit, asked what I
wanted to drink, etc. I figured he was the pimp. There was one
table with three or four gals giving me sly looks; I'd smile back or
wink at one occasionally. An old black woman with bright colored
eyes was working the bar. I was a little intimidated but I wasn't
scared; when I got up to use the toilet I left my beach bag at the
table. There was nothing valuable in it, but losing it would have
made things inconvenient, but I didn't think it would be stolen.

It took a few minutes for the gal I saw on the road reappeared.
She sat next to me. I asked her what she wanted to drink, and she
asked if I would buy here a whiskey. How could I refuse? I don't
drink alcohol, so I had a soda. She told me her name was Iada
(ee-Ya-da). Now that I was looking at her up close, I could see
she had bags under her eyes and sort of a hard look, with a scowl
to her mouth and eyes. I thought she might me a hardened pro.
She was dark brown, morena indeed. Long wavy hair that was
black but lightened by the sun. A nice, trim figure, with a little
belly. She said she was 22, and I believed it. With the exception
of the hardened expression she was probably the best looking gal
there. When the soda in my glass got low she reached over and
poured more from the bottle: this was her first show of warmth
toward me. We held hands a little bit. I let her take the initiative
at this point because I wasn't sure how the game was played. She
seemed to waiver between affection and distance. I sent the driver
on his way: he clipped me for R$10. I justified it as a finders fee.
She asked me to by her a pack of cigarettes. I said ok. The old
black woman asked if I would buy her the smokes, I said yes. It
seemed to be a big deal, and I wondered if maybe I was missing
something. She asked me to buy her another whiskey, but I was
concerned that she would get drunk. She said no, she could
handle it. I said "let's go," and she said one more whiskey. I
bought her the whiskey.

My Spanish-Portuguese takes some patience and creativity to deal
with, and we weren't doing to well. She was asking me questions I
didn't understand. At one point I agreed with something she said,
and she got huffy and said "so, you think I'm a cow, huh?" I said
of course not. It was a little game. She tried it again a little later,
and when I "maybe" she laughed. When she smiled the hardness
disappeared and there was the face of a young girl. But there
were terms of the encounter being negotiated, and I was lost. I
was expected to answer questions I couldn't understand. Finally,
she said we would go to a hotel that would cost $R30. I asked
how much for her and she looked away. A few minutes later she
repeated the price of the hotel, and again stalled on her own price.
I was concerned the whiskey would make her bitchy and stupid;
this has happened to me before, and when Latin women get drunk,
they can be anywhere from incredibly passionate to the biggest
bitches in the world. She finally looked back at me and said she
wants R$100. I was expecting more like R$50: by my experience,
the price outside of Rio was app. R$20. I was also expecting a
bang-bang in a shack behind the bar, as I saw one of the gals slip
Iada a key. I tried to get her to absorb the cost of the room:
R$100 total, with the cost of the room and the rest for her. She
didn't like that at all. She said "no, I get $100" with strong finality.
To my experience, it does not bode well to bargain hard with these
women. Once you know the going rate, you can tell if you're being
quoted an outrageous price, and when you are and you let them
know you're wise to it they'll loosen up. But bargaining hard can
result in them taking an attitude that says "if you pay half price you
get half-price service." Not good, because I want it all! My
attitude is if they're happy they'll make me happy. I would rather
walk away than run the risk of settling for a rushed, cut-rate
session. I know in Rio the average session, in termas or pick-ups,
is R$100, but out here? Well, it was a vacation town, and here was
this American (who, by default, are all rich) on vacation. I was
trying to remember if I had that much on me. I agreed, wondering
how cheated I'd feel afterwards. There was a taxi hanging around,
and she asked if we should take it, then went to change out of her
bathing suit. I settled up the bar tab, which came to R$19; I
realized I was paying tourist prices. This is what happens when
you know neither the language nor the way things work. I let it be
known by my reaction to the tab that I knew I was being gouged
but was still playing along. She came back out wearing shorts and
a thin-strapped blouse, showing off her lovely brown shoulders.
She then pulled me aside, away from everyone, and explained to
me that she works here, and that to leave would cost R$10. I
didn't fully understand the set-up, but I gave her the money and
she slipped it discreetly to the old black woman - so, this was
mama-san!
We got into the back of the cab, and mama-san saw her off,
telling her to phone in, and other motherly things. When the taxi
got off the dirt path and onto the main road she positioned herself
so that she was leaning up against me with my arm around her,
and started being affectionate and intimate. I was now her
boyfriend, and things would remain this way for the rest of our
time together, our bodies almost constantly in contact. I started
feeling much better about the situation.

I thought we were going to the central part of town, but the driver
turned onto the road that leaves town, and kept driving, even
beyond the airport. We ended up going to a discreet "love motel."
The driver charged me R$25. He was of course eager to charge
the tourist rate again for the return trip, and suggested he pick us
up in an hour. She said no, we'll call him. A good sign!

Our time together was wonderful. She couldn't have been sweeter.
She was passionate and affection while being demure. When she
smiled, all that harshness in her face melted away and she was
quite cute. I realized that the scowl was more of a pout, and the
hawkish hardness in her eyes was due to her native features.
Turned out she was from Eunopolis, the nearest cow town to PS. A
country girl! So much for my hardened pro assumption. She even
blushed, or made like she was blushing, a few times. When she
got undressed I found she had lovely breasts; from the small
triangles covered by her bathing suit I could see she actually had
quite a fair complexion under all that sun tan, and she had delicate,
pink nipples - usually these morenas have nipples that are very
dark and rough. She had a fine brown behind and her pubic hair
manicured to a thin racing stripe. She definitely looked better
naked than in her clothes: I found this to be the case with most
Brazilian women, that their clothes do not do their bodies justice.

After a while we realized she was bleeding. She was embarrassed
by this. I think she was expecting me to be pissed off by it, and
was impressed and relieved when I wasn't. Aside from the stains
on the sheets, we didn't let it get in the way of things.

She asked if I would take her to the party that night. In PS there is
"tonight's party" every night that goes on into the wee hours, and
always at a different location. I said no, and she asked why. I told
her I do not stay up late, that I'd been having trouble sleeping, etc
(which was all true) but I also suspected the invitation was yet
another way of exploiting my cash flow. She said we wouldn't go
back to the cabana where we met. I had the impression that she
was expecting me to be with me the remainder of the night.

We were together there for about three hours. If I could have kept
it up longer we would have stayed longer. She was in no hurry to
get back to the beach. She liked being in the nice air-conditioned
room with a television and nice bed. During the cab ride back, we
were caressing and kissing the whole time. The cab dropped her
off at the cabana.

What really made this encounter worthwhile was her attitude. On
a scale of one to ten she rated an 11. The sexual talents were
secondary: I was a little disappointed in her oral techniques, but I
wasn't bothered by it, as she loved to fuck, and I loved obliging
her. If her responses were faked they were played out so
gracefully that it didn't matter.

What could have made things better? Me knowing the language.
It is awkward spending a prolonged amount of time with someone
you can't talk with, otherwise I'd have been willing to spend a few
days with her and move her into my hotel.

Financially, I have no quarrel with her fee - I paid her price, and
she gave 100%. Mama-san clipped me a few $ on the drinks and
the bar fine. The love hotel was R$25, but it was the damned taxis
that hurt: R$50 all together, without the finder. As a point of
reference, the place I'm staying is R$10/night, the average
accommodation is R$35. I figure that when we were first at the
cabana I was asked if I wanted a quickie in a hut, but when I
wasn't able to answer she took the initiative to arrange for a first-
class session. I have no regrets.

you probably saw my old Porto Seguro Post on TSM or WSG.

So the place is closed down? It was a nice place with a swimming pool, probably they converted it into a home or something.


I will repost my post about Porto Seguro. Bear in mind it dates to 1997, and seemingly the termas closed down. Seems Porto Seguro had a huge growth spurt in the meantime, but I guess most info would still apply.

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Porto Seguro is a small tourist town on the southern end of the state of Bahia. It lives off tourism to its beaches and is quite full all year round.


It is popular with the young High School and College crowd from Sao Paulo, Brasilia, Belo Horizonte, etc. Young 16-22 year old women outnumber men by at least 2:1. You see a few couples, rarely a group of men. Mostly groups of 3-4 women, or 4 women and two men, ... There are many absolutely stunning beauties, walking around in skimpy attire, shorts, tanktops, bathing suits.


The popular beaches are about 6 km North of town. They can be easily reached by cheap buses. If you have a car, you may just drive up and down 5 times and give rides to the girls (and guys) waiting and hitching rides at the bus stops. If you have a pickup, its back will fill up quickly.

The beach spots are clusters of huts serving, juice, beer, food. The popular ones have all some dance aerobic most of the day; A incredible sound system, in front, on a pedestal, there are a bunch of gorgeous girls and usually black guys dancing hip-swinging, ass-wiggling dance routines for the crowd to follow. Quite some view, you can see why Brazilians fuck that well, because this is what the movements are like. The dancers sure have no lack of women, they are extremely popular.

The best spots are Axe moi, Vira Sol, and Barramares. The girls on the beach are said to be easy (not the dancers), but to my experience they were the stuck up snobbish upper middle class big city bitches. You might score better at night, there are parties all over, at some of the beach huts, and in town at the passarela do alcool (the alcohol runway). This name shows the main occupation of the crowd: drink beer.

If you are a bit sociable, especially if you are blonde and blue eyed, reasonably young and goodlooking, you have chances to score. Just insist. You have to be like an inhabitant of Bahia: just hit on everyone you are interested in. If you speak only English, this may even increase your changes, it makes you more interesting.

Rumors are, that on Carnival week, and New Year, women are easy to get and to lay. If one is responsive, you better hold on to her, if you lose her you will never find her again. The town is packed, traffic jammed, and you can hardly walk without bumping into people. People are said to screw right on the beach. Accomodation is quite expensive on these vacations (at least a hundred a day, 7 days minimum, there may be cheaper places, maybe). Don't even dream of finding a place in a hotel if you did not make a reservation weeks ago.


You may also ask the hotel receptionists, and taxi drivers for help. They may introduce you to non professional local or tourist girls. There are girls around that seek a vacation boyfriend, and many girls love foreigners.


If all does not help, you did not score, and you need professionals, the friendly taxi drivers gave this info:

**warning, the following place seems to have closed down ***
Le chat noir
(073) 879 1289
BR 367 km 68.5
Enter street at Portobelo Praia Hotel (near Axe moi, easily reachable by bus), turn left after 200 m on dirt road (you can see the house with the big name, and there is a sign on the corner)

This is a professional house with meninas de programa (working girls, sex for $$). Nice, with swimming pool. Admission is 12 Reais, 10-11 US$. A girl for 1 hour, unrushed, with the room, all included, R$ 100, so the entire thing is R$ 112, or about US$ 100.

About 10 girls that came from other towns and live there 24 hours a day, to make money for a month or two. Place is open in the afternoon, closes for a few hours, and reopens at night.

The girls are wholesome next door girls, not the typical whorehouse trash. I met one making money to study for the college entrance exam. Worth the visit!!!


Additional info:

Webspace with info about Porto Seguro, reservation for the more luxurious and expensive hotels,
and Internet provider: http://www.portonet.com.br Call them to find out where you can go to pick up your e mail.

Porto Seguro is about 19 hours by Bus from Rio. You can try to get package deals from travel agencies like Soletur.

There is a youth hostel, some cheap boarding houses, you may try to get an apartment for rent.

Police is pretty efficient, but big town criminals also like to vacation in Porto Seguro, so be careful.

Nearby Arraial do Cabo (6 miles South) is said to cather to the hippie crowd, pot users. Try at your own risk!!


**** repost of a 1997 report
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