Then, I decided to pay $25.00 more to get a window seat in the exit row so I could sleep on the flight to Fort Lauderdale, which left at 11:40 p.m. And when I got to the ticket counter with my carry-on, they wanted $30 FOR THE CARRY-ON. Same price as checked luggage. So I checked it.
They said that the flight was full, but after they announced that everybody was aboard, the middle seat next to me was open. I looked at the guy next to me and said “we’re lucky,” and he nodded. Just then a rather large individual appeared from the back of the plane and took the seat.
So, I figured I’d be a little uncomfortable with a big guy sitting in the middle, but it was much worse than that. He started coughing, and he coughed about every five to ten minutes throughout the entire flight. I was unable to get any decent sleep as a result, and worried that his cough would get me sick. Although by the looks of him, it could just been that the crack he’d been smoking had irritated his throat.
I got to Fort Lauderdale at an ungodly Los Angeles hour (about 4:30 a.m.) rather bedraggled. After wandering around a little bit and getting something to eat and drink, I sat down by the gate from which the flight to Medellin would be leaving.
About 10 minutes later a fairly attractive (and definitely well-endowed) blonde sat down next to me. I’d noticed her walking around before she got settled, and found her rather attractive. She coughed as she was sitting down and I made some inane comment about the guy next to me coughing on the flight, and that started a conversation.
It turned out that she was going to Medellin, lived in Miami as well as Medellin. We had an animated conversation for the next two hours until it was time to get on the plane.
After we landed in Medellin, we got off the plane together and spent some time talking in line for immigration—they don’t separate aliens from citizens. I got her phone numbers both in Medellin and Miami and she said she would definitely keep in touch with me. She was probably about 50, based on what she told me about her life and children and so on, although she looked more like 40. Since I’m almost 65, I’d definitely do this young girl in a heartbeat back in the U.S.—and maybe even in Medellin. She kept herself in good shape, apparently typically of Colombianas
Sandman met me in the airport (Jack had to work a lot of the time, he has a real job), and we took the beautiful curving road from the airport down into town. There were a number of soldiers standing along the road, but Sandman said that it was quite safe – at least during the daytime. Since I had not seen him in some time, we had a lot to catch up on, as we drove past beautiful views. During the drive, I realized I had made a big mistake: I had left my pocket Spanish-English dictionary behind.
We stopped at a cambio in a shopping center so I could change some dollars (at 1,830 pesos to the dollar), and went through a grocery store where I picked up couple of bottles of Gatoraide. Then Sandman drove me over to Jack’s place. Jack lives in a nice apartment in Laureles with his much-younger Colombiana wife. They made me feel right at home, staying in their second bedroom. The views from their upper-floor windows were spectacular.
Although I was just slightly tired, I was ready for action—and Sandman had arranged some. Jack had said that it would be OK to have girls over if they were known to be OK, so I had given Sandman Jack’s phone number so they could have a “surprise” waiting for me.
The “surprise” was an hour off, so I talked with Jack and met his wife for a half hour, then I unpacked and started cleaning up.
When I came out of the shower, there were two luscious women (besides Jack’s wife, who was the most luscious of the three) sitting in the living room. I looked at Sandman and said “both?” Both had significant cleavage showing and I was starting to salivate. So I was disappointed when Jack laughed and said, “No, one of them is here to help us decorate the apartment. Lisa is your date.” Sandman said goodbye and wished me a good session.
Lisa is a former Mansion girl, who had fallen out of favor with the Mansion, and was anxious for some work. She spoke very little English, and I spoke very little Spanish but I had bought a Franklin translator that I pulled out to ease communication difficulties. We played with this for at least a half hour, as I felt a bit awkward at going into the next room while the decorator was there in the living room. Jack said “Go on, don’t worry about her,” and shooed us into the bedroom.
Lisa and I fell onto the bed, and started making out. If you can call cuddling without kissing making out. We got out of our clothes and went at it. Lisa has an incredible body, tall and slim, and I definitely enjoyed it, even if she was not the most responsive partner. She was reluctant as I went down on her, and kept pulling away.
But, it had been a while since I had any release (having abstained from masturbating for almost two weeks), and it felt good just to get into her. I lasted a short time, and let myself go… Ahhhhh.
I tried to cuddle with her some more, but she was getting up and starting to get dressed. Wait, I’m not finished…. She took the translator and typed in that dread word: menstruar. I didn’t even need to hit “translate” to be disappointed. But the first orgasm after a period of abstention is more satisfying (at least for me) than subsequent ones, so I didn’t push it.
Photos: Lisa 01 02
When I told Sandman about that the next day, he was angry that she hadn’t told him about that, but there wasn’t anything to do but not call her again.
Jack’s wife served some paella for dinner that she had made. Amazing woman. It was delicious. Her cooking throughout the trip delighted me. The downside was that I didn’t get to experience the good restaurants around the town.
After dinner, Jack suggested we go out. We drove down to San Diego, a club described on these pages in some detail. We went inside and sat down near the poles/stage, and waited. A girl came around shortly thereafter asking for money, but she skipped our table because we hadn’t seen her dance in the show.
I looked around and did not see very many women that were attractive to me. Most of the girls there seemed to be rather thick for my tastes. There were a couple of spinners, and one girl that I found fairly attractive, but she was making herself scarce.
After a while Jack asked if I was interested in anything, and I said not really. At this point, I was starting to get a headache since I was still tired from the flight. We paid the tab, which turned out to be minimum 18,000 consumption, although we hadn’t drank nearly that much. Outside Jack said “Are you hungry?” I said “Sure.” He said “Well, you’re in luck, here is the best hotdog in Medellin.”
Right outside Club San Diego is a hotdog vendor. We got two hotdogs piled high with lots and lots of onions (passing on a couple of other optional toppings) and they actually were quite good. We drove home and I crashed. It had been a very long day, plus the two hour time change from Los Angeles.