But she hadn’t shown up by 2:45, so I called—got voicemail. Jack’s wife left a message, no call back and no answer by 3:45. That really pissed me off, since Jack and I had planned to see a little of Medellin with her, including the cable car. Well, it was raining anyway, and the rain didn’t let up enough for me to push the sightseeing, so we passed on it.
I started working on Plan B. I texted Olga to see if she was available either now or tomorrow morning. She replied “tomorrow what time” pretty quickly, so I set it up for 9:00—perfect for a final taste of Medellin before leaving for the airport. Plan C: I hopped a cab back to my favorite casa; New Life was open until 6.
As I expected, the lineup was pretty thin—six girls including the two that I considered the ugliest from both of the previous line-ups I had seen there. But the last girl out was reasonably attractive with huge tits, and wasn’t too fat, so I picked her. But the papasan on duty then said she wasn’t available—I don’t know what the deal was, because she was sitting just past the lobby when I went to the room and still sitting there when I came back. So second choice was a blond with a girl-next-door look and a decent body—nice natural B-tits (I like all kinds) and a little padding around the hips (it was fun watching her struggle to wriggle into her jeans afterward), but she was not “thick.”
Jenny did not seem to be too into the sex, she stopped giving head after a pretty short time. She didn’t seem to respond when I went down on her, so I had her suck on me some more—didn’t ask for BBBJ. Then, she was reasonably sensual as we fucked, running her hands over my body and teasing my nipples, so I came quickly, more easily than I expected. We lay there afterwards, and I had her start stroking my body all over. This got me aroused again, and I pulled out the rubber I always carry to these places. We went at it for a while, and Jenny turned out to give me a much better time than I had expected. I asked her for a picture, she agreed, then as I took out my camera, she was leaving the room and said “Later.” Of course, there was no later. Or no tip for her, either.
At home, Jack’s wife had returned and was sad for me that Cristina hadn’t showed. She said she had just met an 18-year old at the baby shower she had been at that afternoon who might be available. She showed me a couple of pictures and WOW, yes, please call her and arrange it. I had promised Jack and his wife that I’d take them out to a nice dinner that night, so his wife arranged for the girl to come over at 8 and we’d all go to dinner.
Great, but at 7:30 the girl called and said she couldn’t make it. So just the three of us went to dinner at a restaurant in Parque Lleras, La Triada. A nicely designed restaurant (except that our table, next to the sidewalk, was also next to to the street peddlers). The dinner was pretty good overall, but the steak I got (although I had been warned about Colombian beef) was too rare when they first served it, and kind of tough when properly done to my tastes. Great sauce, though. I started off with a Peruvian ceviche appetizer.
Afterwards, Jack saw a Canadian friend in a bar as we were walking back to the car, so we joined him and the two girls he had with him for a while. The music there was too loud for me to really talk much, although the girls were going at it.
Then, we all went to the car; Jack was giving the Canadian and his two girls a ride somewhere. On the way, Jack surreptitiously asked me if I wanted the one in the striped top. His wife apparently was looking out for me and determined that Michelle was willing to spend time with me for 125,000, I think she knew the Canadian, and maybe also the two girls. She had seemed to be a regular girl, and I was kind of excited at the thought, so I said of course. Somehow we all piled into Jack's little car; the Canadian was a pretty big fellow, so I’m not sure how we all did it.
We went to a little neighborhood bar not too far from Jack’s place, and they ordered a bottle of tequila and started drinking shots. After a few rounds, Jack said he was ready to go home, and the three of us left, leaving his wife and the other two there (Jack told me that he recognized that a much-younger wife would be happy having some social life apart from him—probably one reason he had such a happy marriage).
So Michelle didn’t speak two words of English, and we really didn’t have a chance to talk until we got to my room, with Google translator on the computer. I made a little small talk, and found out she was a student. Sensing her unease, asked if it was her first time doing this. She said yes. So I confirmed “two hours,” which is what Jack had told me his wife had arranged. Michelle said she had to get back to her friends, but I was firm on the two hours, and she seemed to agree. She asked me what I wanted her to do, and I told her I wanted her to be my novia for two hours.
We got undressed, and started kissing—lighter than I wanted, but she started getting into it more and more. She asked if I had a condom, and insisted when I asked for BBBJ, so I put on a rubber and she started CBJ. She was actually pretty decent. When I went down on her she was quite responsive.
When she was really wet, I lay on my back and she jumped on. She rode me but good, she was really into it—I could feel a difference from the casa girls. We did doggie for a while—God she had a nice ass—and then we went to missionary. She started gripping the bedsheets and putting the pillow in her mouth, and then she came as I stepped up my tempo to satisfy her. I slowed down for a bit to let her recover, and then continued, but I was starting to sweat heavily (there was very little ventilation in the room). So I stopped to cool off, and then the bullshit started.
She said she had to go, her amigas were waiting for her, and I told her we had only spent an hour so far, we had one more hour to go. She continued with her "my amigas are waiting...", and that I hadn’t come and it was my fault…yada yada yada. We were using Google, but I was practicing what little Spanish I knew, anger seemed to make it easier for me to put together the words I knew to communicate the simple concepts she needed to understand. I told her she could leave now for half pay, and she asked how much was her pay, and when I said 125,000, she said Jack’s wife had told her 150,000. I didn’t argue.
Then she said she would stay for half an hour. I told her she could leave now for half pay or stay, I even compromised on 45 minutes. She was still doing the “my amiga” thing, so I put her clothes on the bed along with 80,000 pesos. She asked me where she could get a taxi, and being the gentleman that I am, I walked her out of the building—even going back upstairs for an umbrella when we discovered that it was raining out. I walked her a couple of blocks to a main street and waited with her until a taxi came along a few minutes later.
God knows what she told her “amigas.” She had had an orgasm, I had a great time while it lasted. I successfully negotiated an argument in Spanish, which was actually kind of fun, once she spoiled the mood (and put me in a confrontational mood). I went to bed happy.
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