No trip report these days is complete without food pictures.
After breakfast, I tried to get my regular email program working in vain for a while, and gave up to use the webmail facility. Fortunately, someone in the building had an unlocked WiFi. After screwing around with mail for a long time—including an interrupted chat session with Time-Warner—I finally got it working. I returned a couple of phone calls via Skype, and was amazed at how well it worked, with clear voice contact. Then, I cleaned up and got ready to go out. By this time, it was almost 3:00; Jack got home a few minutes later.
We got in the car, and drove into town. Jack was looking for New Life, but since he was a faithful retired monger, he hadn’t been there in a while, and had trouble finding it. I was talking a lot too, which I think distracted him. Finally, he gave up on finding the parking lot he was looking for, and just stopped in front of New Life. He parked and said “This is illegal, but screw it.”
We went upstairs and sat down. The proprietor (?) came out and had a couple of words with Jack. A few minutes later, girls started presenting themselves to us. Most of the girls were thicker than I liked, with a few attractive ones. But then I saw the spinner—it was a no-brainer for me.
Paulina led me to a room. (Funny, Jack’s wife is named Paulina.) She was looking better and better as she undressed. She spoke no English, but we managed to communicate a little. I found out she was 19.
Her body was just perfect, slim with nice little breasts, and her face got more and more beautiful to me as we made love. She did a pretty good job going down on me, and was receptive when I went down on her. The lovemaking could only be described as sweet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face and body, as we lay together afterwards. These pictures don’t do her justice at all.
Photos: Paulina - New Life 03 04 05
Jack was waiting outside for me, and apparently I had been in the room well over an hour for the 60,000 pesos they charged me (I forgot to tip Paulina, my bad). He was antsy; his wife was waiting for him and he was late on my account. We drove home to pick up the wife—who was not too far behind schedule to serve a quick dinner to us.
Then, back in the car to go pick up her girlfriend; they were going shopping for a baby shower. The girls chattered in the back seat in rapid Spanish, both talking at the same time—it was quite amazing to witness. We dropped them off at some street stores, and drove around a little. Jack pointed out some street girls in a few locations.
We parked and walked around Botera Plaza, which has a number of bronze statues of the fat people and animals that are worth millions each, that had been given to “the people of Medellin”—not “the city of Medellin,” Jack explained, so the politicians couldn’t sell them.
We went into a nearby strip club called Conejitas (below Hotel Degrieff), sat down and ordered some drinks. There were a couple dozen girls there, some more or less wandering around, others staying in one place. I took in the action, watched a few couples go upstairs, looked at the girls dancing/stripping, then saw that they went around to every table to collect tips (Jack coached me to give 1000 pesos).
A pair of girls came up to us and shook their silicone-enhanced tits near our faces; I kind of liked the one who was on Jack, but the on who chose me had just come downstairs—used goods. She wasn’t that attractive to me anyway, although she did have a nice chest. I started to pull her top aside a little to look at the tattoo there, she proudly displayed it. Jack told the one on him that he wasn’t in the market, and they moved on to find other victims.
A few minutes later, Jack asked if I liked anyone, and I said the only one interesting was the one that had come up to him. He looked around and found her, motioned her over, and told her I was interested. I was hesitant. I told him I was worried about keeping his wife waiting again; she was going to call him to pick her up when she was done shopping. But he pushed me to take her upstairs, told me not to worry. I really liked her silicone tits and her body. Although her face wasn’t great (to say the least), she was coming on to me in a very sexy manner and I was getting really turned on, so I went to the bar and paid 50,000 pesos. Her name turned out to be Paulina. Coincidence—I think not….
We went upstairs, and she put a porno movie on the TV above the bed. She started licking me as she was undressing me. Although it was a quickie, I could tell that she was really talented. She flicked her tongue over my nipples and down my body, then put on the raincoat. I could feel her tongue on my cock doing nice erotic things, and loved how she was moving her head around with my little head in it—with just the right amount of suction. She was giving a really good CBJ, almost as if it wasn’t covered. She moved quickly to put me in her, and sucked on my nipples. She had the hooker patter down—“Ai papi, you my love, you make me crazy with desire,” that kind of stuff. She started contracting her vaginal muscles—a talent I find to be rare and very desirable—and I came quickly.
Photos: Paulina - Conejitas 06 07 08
On the way out, I asked her for her number, and gave her a 10,000 peso tip. Jack was standing up, and had already paid the tab—his wife had called, sure enough, while I was upstairs. But he had told her it would be a few minutes before he could get there, so we were OK.
We picked up the girls—it seemed like they had bought out a whole row of stores—and drove a considerable distance to drop off the friend. We stopped at a neighborhood store there so I could buy a chip for my phone and some minutes, and also picked up a few pastries. On the way home Jack asked if I was hungry, which I was. He pulled up to a guy barbecuing on the sidewalk and told me this was the best BBQ in town.
At home, the barbecued pork was indeed delicious, all by itself. And I’m not a big pork fan. Jack said it was tenderloin. After doing a little work and returning a few calls, I turned in.