Re-entry...

It had been all of five weeks since my previous trip to Rio. I was desparately in need of another fix. United Airlines was kind enough to provide me with a ridiculously low sale fare, but it turned out there was a catch; after I made the purchase I learned it was a non-upgradable ticket. Thus, the flight to Rio, especially the Miami-Rio portion, was long and uncomfortable. There was one amusing aspect to the flight. It was the final MIami-to-Rio flight for United (all UA flights to Rio now go through SP), and as we taxied towards the runway, two firetrucks pulled alongside us and sprayed arches of water over the plane...a nice, special send-off. My seat mate was another monger, so we swapped some basic information before calling it a night. Dreams of garotas swam through my mind...

Arrival in Rio was a piece of cake; I breezed through the whole process, pushed through the cacopohony that greets you as you exit customs, and grabbed a meter cab. I was in my penthouse apartment before noon and relaxing, guarana in hand, at Don's Office (Alcazar) by one. A good group of CH and WSA mongers were there or showed up soon: Mac, mpi, Manthe, SweetMesquite, Rich (with the lovely Samara), and a few others. Kickstand surprised me by showing up. We had planned on meeting at 4X4 later, but his plane got in earlier so he dropped by the office first.

Speaking of 4X4, it was a Wednesday, and Wednesdays in Rio means 4X4. I had intended to be there at the opening, but the office chatter was good and we didn't head out until nearly 3. Kickstand had a date with destiny at 65, so headed in that direction while the rest of us took the Metro to 4X4.

Mistake...we arrived at about 4 and the beautiful Rebeca was nowhere to be seen. Shit, she's off with some other pervert, no doubt, and if he's doing to her what I was planning on doing to her...but then one of her friends came by to let me know that she was arriving late today, about 5:30. Hmmmm, I could sit around for the next 90 minutes waiting for the Darling of Quatro por Quatro, or I could be true to my inner self and go do some other girl. As that thought passed through my mind I looked up and saw Sula smiling at me. Little head says to big head, "let's do it," so I walked across the floor, inserted my tongue down Sula's throat while she reached under my robe and grabbed a handful, and before you could say "time's a wastin'" we were in a suite doing the nasty. Sula is a cute morena with a gorgeous smile and sweet disposition but a real kinky streak. The hour passed in the blink of an eye, and we left no positions unexplored.

After a quick shower I ran back down to the bar to be greeted by the lovely Rebeca, who had just made her entrance. After a killer smile, a warm embrace, and a delicious kiss (gostosa!), she said "So how did you enjoy Sula?" Busted! She laughed and said, "you're so safado." "And that's what you like about me right?" She smiled and kissed me again, so we took a seat and enjoyed a drink and each other's company while watching Mac work his magic on a couple of blondes across the room from us. Mac is the Dupla King, he seems to believe it's a waste of time and a room to do fewer than two garotas at a time.

Rebeca and I head upstairs, but she stops on the way up and brings me a wrapped present! That was a first for me. We had talked about music during my last visit, so she brought me a CD she thought I'd like (by Adriana Calcanhotto). Fortunately, I had some goodies for her as well, so we settled into the Rei Suite for a party, opening presents, exploring the depths of depravity, playing in the hot tub with bubble bath and my new waterproof vibrator. Yes, it's great to be alive and in Rio!

The 90 minutes passed too quickly. When I was finished I looked around the bar but saw no sign of my fellow mongers, so I grabbed a cab to L'uomo. I probably should have let off on the throttle a little given some inevitable jet lag, but I was on a roll. Stepping through the door at L'uomo I was warmly greeted by name by both of the receptionists. One said "Giovanna has been asking about you; she heard you were in town." Uh-oh...I like Giovanna, but she is so uncontrollable that she's actually injured me during a couple of sessions. And earlier that day I'd spoken with Rich, who was sporting a very sore red mark on his nose where Giovanna had grabbed and twisted it.

So after changing I peaked tentatively into the bar, where Bia is just starting her strip routine. Giovanni is all the way across the room and spots me and waves at me to come over, but I motion that I'll stay put, not wanting to disrupt Bia's show. Quickly I survey the scene. I've decided to concentrate primarily, although obviously not exclusively, on talent that's new to me. I see a petite morena with a cute smile and motion her over. Ana Paula is very sweet and sexy, and I conclude that she will do nicely. After Bia's routine Giovanna makes her way over and tries to bully Ana Paula, but we manage to escape to a comfortable corner, and soon thereafter to a suite. Ana Paula seems to have no limits, so we do lots of exploring. Towards the end of the hour I bring out a bottle of Escalate (a cream that stimulates blood flow in a woman's clitoris) and apply a small dab. "Muito bom," she says as her eyes widen. Next I produce the pocket rocket, and proceed to get her off about 5 times in the next 10 minutes. When we were done she ran out into the bar area to tell the others about the "crema magica" I had, and suddenly I was inundated by girls wanting a session. I was pretty tired at this point, though, so I bid the gathered garotas adieu and headed back to the apartment for some food and rest.

The sensible person would have called it a night, but I knew that I was going to have to work part of the next day (yes, I actually go to Rio on business. The downside is that I have to work some. The upside is that they pay, and the per diem covers a good chunk of my monger expenses as well!), so I might as well go for it tonight. Besides, I'm rarely accused of being sensible. So off to Ground Zero, where I saw a few of the gang checking out the offerings. I wasted no time and grabbed a 19-year-old morena named Luisa and we were back in my apartment in 5 minutes. She proves to be a keeper. She did a nice striptease on the balconey, then stood naked leaning over the rail, looking down onto NS de Copacabana while I took her from behind. I put some music on and she danced awhile and then asked for round two. I applied some of the crema magica, got the same reaction as I'd received from Ana Paula, and after some more play time, sent her home so I could get a decent night's sleep.

All in all, not a bad beginning to a trip.

(more intsallments to come)

Bwana where is your apartment in Copa? How much are you paying a night for it? I always wanted to rent a penthouse overlooking the beach

This one doesn't overlook the beach. It's high above NS de Copacabana near Rua Constante Ramos. It belongs to The_Artist (a CH member) and is managed by Don.

My buddy mpi (from WSA) had a stunning oceanfront penthouse at Rua Siqueira Campos, but it was a huge place (3 bedrooms, formal living and dining rooms, large terrace), available by the month only, and very expensive.

Might want to check with Don and Kenn, but the oceanfront penthouses tend to be larger apartments and considerably more expensive.

What is the magic cream, and where would one purchase it?

you know I onced liked you but treating my wife this good can hurt our friendship ya know...some of them actual expect to be treated this way by all their husbands...youre killin me here..

What can I say, Layne. Still, she likes you. She told me that you are "simpatico é engraçado" although she seemed a little put off by the fact that you didn't visit her last time you were in town. Conjugal rights can be lost in such situations.

CP- there are a number of "magic creams" with the same basic ingredients. Some brands I've seen include Vi Gel, Via Cream, Viva Cream...I used one marketed under the brand name of "Escalate." You can do Google searches on any of these names and find them. The per dose price seemed to be best for Escalate, and the active ingredients are the same for all of them.

I'm pissed...spent two hours typing up days two and three and the goddamed CH system timed out on me when I answered the phone. Lost it all!!!!

Layne. They all like you. Just do not be so bashful.

CP

Thursday and Friday: Working and Playing

Thursday morning arrives and life is good. After a quick shower I wander across the street to Cafeina for a nice breakfast. The Weather Channel had predicted cloudy skies and rain for the next 4 days, and it had been cloudy and drizzly all Wed., but Thursday was nothing but blue skies and sunshine. After breakfast I ran some errands, checked email, and called Jenifer, a girl I had not met, but mpi had given me her number and mpi has impeccable tastes. I asked that she come by at one, and much to my amazement she knocked on my door at the stroke of 1:00. Those of you familiar with Brasilera’s concept of time, especially garotas de programa, know how rare this is. She proved to be as pretty, vivacious and talented as mpi had suggested—I will forever be in his debt. She stayed for nearly two hours and was very happy with the R$150 I offered as a present.

At this point I did a few mental calculations. My business dinner was in Gavea at 7:00. A quick look at the map convinced my that Solarium would be the next stop, as it was the closest terma to Gavea. I arrived at four and the place was nearly empty: 3 guys and about 8-9 girls. Solarium seems to have been the most variable of the termas I visit over the past two years, and the talent wasn’t great on this day. There were three definite keepers, though, and since the other guys were sitting on chairs fondling themselves, I quickly moved in and grabbed the prettiest of the lot, a morena named Janae. Since nothing much was happening in the bar—both the girls and the men looked like they were half-bored to death—we headed up to a nice suite. I decided to reverse the program, and we filled the hot tub up, I added some bubble bath, and we jumped in. We played “find the salami” and “hide the salami” for awhile, and then I pulled out the “Water Dancer,” a waterproof version of the Pocket Rocket. She had never seen a water toy before, but took to it like the pro that she is. Pretty soon she was moaning, purring, and twitching at the corners of her mouth. When she came she lost control and slipped down into the tub, soaking her hair. She came up laughing, and told me she wasn’t giving the Water Dancer back to me. I told her that if she’d come over to my apartment later in the week I’d give it to her then, and she agreed. We hopped out of the tub, dried off, and climbed into bed where she took care of me in fine fashion. She asked me to come on her chest and I willingly obliged. She ran her finger through it, then ran her finger across her lips and over her tongue, smiled, and said “Gostoso.” God, I love these Brasilian women!

We’ll skip over the dinner meeting. Traffic was hellish and the humidity was oppressive, but I was back at Help by 11:30 (a very short dinner meeting by Brasilian standards). I hung out with a few of the CH and WSA guys for a while. Mpi came by with one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I hooked up with an old friend of mine who’s been working at Help for some time. She had disappeared for a couple years, and it turned out that she’d married a Swiss monger and moved with him to South Africa. That marriage went the way of most such relationships, and she’d been back in Rio for 6 months. We hightailed it back to my apartment for some aerobic exercise. She took a real liking to both the crema magica and the Pocket Rocket, and I had to pry the thing out of her hand to get her to pay any attention to me. We settled on a compromise: she used the PR to play with her clit while I worked on hole #3. It was a workable compromise and we fell asleep soon thereafter.

Morning dawned and I hit the road. I had a day of meetings in Centro. By 8:30 it was already hotter than hell. I went by the Citibank to get some cash reserves for the planned weekend festivities and then to the Metro to get to the office. Fate was smiling on me, and the meetings ended early at 1:30. The office is strategically located just six blocks from 4X4, so I was the first monger in the door. I did a quick change, wanting to make sure I grabbed Rebeca before anyone else, but she came in the locker room and grabbed me before I could grab her. I was one happy camper. After drinks and chatting we ordered up a suite. The super suites were full so they gave us a Rei suite. In deference to Layne’s feelings (Feelings….”), I’ll forego further description. I emerged an hour later all smiles. Back in the bar it was clear that there were about 10 guys who might kill me if I continued to monopolize Rebeca, so I bid her adieu and tried to avoid watching the sharks circling her. Only one way to deal with these feelings of remorse, I decided—jump back into the waters myself. I’d been eyeing Luciana, a morena spinner, for some time, and decided she’d be the perfect antidote. Indeed she was. She was agile, acrobatic, energetic, and enthusiastic. While Rebeca had been a blend of sweetness with a little devilishness tossed in, Luciana was pure nastiness. She devoured me. I slipped her a little of the crema magica and her eyes lit up. “Quente,” she smiled, grabbed my cock, and slammed it inside her. “Whoa, sweetie, let’s put a ‘little shirt’ on this fellow first.” Condom securely in place, we went back to it, with her doing most of the work from above. The hour flew by.

Time to head out. Mac was also done with his most recent dupla, so we grabbed the Terma Shuttle. I headed to L’uomo and Mac went off for dinner after we stopped for some açai and suco de acerola at one of the sucos bars below L’uomo. I should have accepted Mac’s invitation to join him for dinner, but my little head was doing all the thinking. More on that later.

I popped my head inside the bar in L’uomo and Giovanna was on me like flies on shit. I explained to her my “no repeat plan” (yes, I know, but that’s Rebeca, and the rules don’t apply to her). This pissed her off. She pointedly sat down next to me, turned her back to me, and pouted. Fine by me. I cast my eyes about and noticed that the talent level was pretty decent for a Friday night. Bia was standing unattached at the bar—a sight I had never witnessed—and I momentarily gave the idea of taking her for a spin some thought. Many a time I’d heard her screaming in one of the other rooms, and thought it would be fun. But then the thought of CortoGringo popped into my mind, and I just couldn’t do it. Fortunately, just then Lohani stuck her ass right in my face and pressed it against my nose. I inhaled deeply—nectar of the gods—and was a goner. She met my no repeat criterion; I had gone to L’uomo several times in the past fully intending to do her but got distracted (you guys know all about those “distractions”). She was a bundle of energy, and since I was starting to wear down a bit, she graciously consented to doing a samba on my dick from above. What a marvelous view!

At this point it dawned on me that it was almost 11 and I had eaten almost nothing the whole day. I called my Help girlfriend and asked if she wanted to join me for dinner. She said yes and told me to meet her at Terraço Atlantico. I tried to talk her into eating somewhere else, but she wanted to be able to say hi to friends who were arriving to work, so we ordered some shrimp and a pasta dish. A few of the gang stopped by, and I made my one and only Don sighting. The guy was working his ass off and making sure his customers were satisfied. We chatted briefly with a drunk and obnoxious Argentinean and watch bemusedly as an Italian monger sitting at the table next to use tried to convince various garotas to do him for nothing. “I don’t pay girls,” he proudly proclaimed. He left alone about an hour later. I was dead at this point and told my friend I wasn’t up for any action (I didn’t mention that I was off to a Vips festa the next day). She said she was too tired to work as well and wanted to come back to my apartment to sleep because her apartment had no air conditioning, so we headed back. Naturally, we ended up fooling around a little, but crashed soon.

(Coming next- Festa não mais, or "Is that guy dead over there?"

Bwanna,

Sorry I didn't see you before I left but it was nice to meet you. I'm still trying to figure out how you had those three girls on the bed with you all at once.

Teach me, Sensei!

Until next time,

Kick Stand

Bwana,
I thought we were better friends than that. Now Hemp would've of been pissed.
CG

Bwana,
How long are you going to be around? I'm coming in next Thur, March 27th. Since my place is available I assume you will be gone, but I just thought I would check and see if we could cross paths.
Did I read your post wrong or have you never tasted the incomparable pleasures of Bia. I find this hard to believe.
I second your opinion of 4x4's Luciana. In Dec she and Taiza treated me to a session in which we exhausted the batteries in both my camera and my pocket rocket. Pure nastiness...as you say.

Glad you are keeping Laynes wife and my favorita in food and clothes this week....god, i can't wait to see her again. Yes, the Sandman breaks the 3X rule with Becca....who the hell could resist! Layne has probably 30X with her or more!

Enjoying the reports. Like I said in my NYE report, "don't forget to eat"! It is so easy to do there.

Sandman

It was fun hanging out at the Vip's party with you Bwana. I'm sorry you didn't feel good that one day but you were still a trooper. I didn't know you get to go down there on business. Wow. I need to find a gig like that.

Until the next time.

Godfather

CG- yes, I know you would have been cool; still I looked at Bia and saw the two of you and just couldn't...

Artist- I'm home already, so maybe next time. I enjoyed the use of the place immensely. It's true, I've never done Bia. I guess that might change next time.

Sandman- I did forget to eat, except the one time when I shouldn't have (more on that later). Indeed, who can resist Rebeca.

Kickstand- You know the secret; you just have to appear to be on your death bed ;-)

Saturday and Sunday: Dying a Slow Death…

Saturday morning dawned with bright blue skies. My friend from the previous night had to leave at 8, so I decided to see her off and then ease into the day. The day I’d been looking for had finally arrived. Prior to coming to Rio I’d been in touch with UWPhoto, who was organizing a Vips Festa. Joining in the party would be Seaman, Kickstand, and Godfather, along with a slew of garotas brought in from various escort agencies. UWPhoto and Seaman had done the heavy lifting in planning the party (reserved the rooms at Vips, called the agencies, bought the bikinis for the swimming pool, etc.). I had run out earlier and grabbed some personal supplies—wine, beer, water, guarana, chocolates—and made sure my party “toys” were packed and ready.

Just as I was climbing in the shower I felt a rumble in my gut and—oh shit!—I made a beeline for the toilet and, well, I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach, and as soon as I tried to get up, the cramps would return and I’d have to jump back on the toilet. Not today!!! What did this to me? The most recent meal was the pasta and shrimp at Terraço…probably the culprit. I had asked my friend multiple times if we couldn’t eat somewhere else, but she’d insisted that she wanted to be there to see her friends. My mistake; I should have insisted.

Sometimes these things pass quickly, and that was the hope I was clinging to as I watched the time pass sitting in the bathroom. I knew that soon I’d have nothing left to pass, but the cramps were the real problem.

By 12:00 my condition had not changed appreciably, but I was not going to pass on the party, so I pulled together my supplies, grabbed a cab, and headed off to Vips.

Those who haven’t had the pleasure of spending time at Vips are missing out on a real experience. We’d rented the Millennium Suite for the group partying, and each of us had rented an apartment to take our chosen garotas to when private time was desired. I arrived and the other four guys were already there. It was a good mix of guys; everyone was in a festive mood, and everyone got along well. I explained my condition and told the guys I was going to do my best to hold up my responsibilities, but that duplas might be out of the question. We busied ourselves getting the Millennium Suite ready: iced down the drinks, got the porn channel fired up on the big screen TV, got some music ready for the poolside CD player, laid out the bikinis so the girls could make there choices, and so forth. Then the waiting commenced. UWPhoto had requested that the first batch of girls arrive at about 1:00, but this is Brasil. UWPhoto made a call and was assured that the girls would arrive in 10 minutes.

For those who haven’t been there, the Millennium Suite is a monger’s vision of heaven. It is entered through the garage, where you can park your car and lower a door so that no one can tell who’s there. A nice staircase takes you up to the main floor, where a wall of windows looks out over the ocean. Comfortable sofas and chairs are arranged in front of a large rear projection television, which is connected to cable, an in-house porn channel, and a DVD player. Two king-size beds with mirrors aplenty provide space for playing, and two “cadeiras eroticas” (sex chairs) are there to lure you into some gymnastic activities. The bathroom on this level includes a shower and Jacuzzi tub, both surrounded only by glass and offering nice ocean views. Upstairs there is a wet and dry sauna, a changing room, a small gymnasium, and a nice sized swimming pool, with plenty of chairs and lounges for relaxing. The gym has another television, and a CD player provides party music for the pool.

The first batch of girls arrived later than the promised 10 minutes. The guys consulted one another to decide whether there were any garotas in the group we wanted to send home, and we decided that while this was not an outstanding group, they would do, so we suggested they change into bikinis and join us in the pool. I was still feeling like shit, but one of the girls caught my eye, so I began playing with Rafaella in the pool. After a bit all of us agreed that it was time for the bikini tops to come off. The first batch included four girls—another group was supposed to show up 15 minutes later—so a couple of the guys decided to take there chances with the second group. When the second group arrived we unanimously agreed that there were no keepers in the group, so we sent them home with taxi money. This still left us with three guys and four girls (Kickstand and Godfather wanted to try their luck with another group we’d ordered up when we’d sent the second group home). I was in no shape for a dupla, so UW agreed take “take one for the team” and did a dupla. UW, Seaman and I drifted off to our apartments with our girls.

Rafaella turned out to be a good choice. She wasn’t a stunner by any means, but she was the queen of the BBBJ. She was a deep throat specialist, and since I had little energy of my own, I was content to let her do the work, and she did so to completion, and swallowed with a smile. At that point I pulled out the toys and tried to make sure she had a good time. Since I had two vibrators, she asked me to put a condom on one and play with her ass while she tickled her clit with the other. It was very easy to tell that the orgasm she had was real.

We eventually headed back to the pool; it was time for her and her friends to change and leave, as we had another round of girls coming. While I’d been playing with Rafaella, a couple more girls had arrived who met with the approval of Godfather and Kickstand, so they went off to have some fun.

The next batch of girls arrived a bit later, and they were all keepers, but at this point I was feeling much worse. We took them up to the pool to change into bikinis but the bikinis had vanished. The first group of girls not only took the bikinis they’d used, which we’d asked them to leave with us, but the stole about 4 extras that we had. No swimming, as we couldn’t talk them into diving into the pool nude, so we headed back downstairs for drinking and conversation. My condition continued to go down hill, so I occupied one of the beds and tried to relax, explaining to the girls that my stomach was bad and I didn’t feel well. The “sympathy factor” seemed to work well, even though it was an unintentional ploy, and I soon had three girls in bed with my, stroking my arms and legs and massaging my neck and shoulders. I noticed some nasty glances from a couple of the guys sitting alone, so a tried to make clear my choice of the three, although I was torn between two of them. UW and I consulted about these two, since the others were all getting hooked up with other guys—Seaman was working on a hot dupla this time—and we agreed that he’d take the morena and I’d take the blonde.

I eventually stumbled off to the apartment with my girl, whose name I never got because I was so out of it at this point, and tried my best to make things happen, but the cramps were getting worse and I just could not get into it. The spirit was willing but the body was weak. We played around for a bit, but I soon realized that what I wanted more than anything was to be left alone, so I sent her back to the Millennium Suite and just rested in my apartment for awhile.

I eventually came back to the suite, and the rest of the guys were drifting back as well. The girls stayed for a while and drank and talked. I made my way over to one of the beds and collapsed. I felt like death and apparently looked as bad, because at one point I heard one of the guys say “should we check on Bwana and see if he’s alive?” I raised my thumb, the Brasilian “OK” sign, to the applause of the group, and collapsed again. Eventually the girls left, each stopping by to give me a kiss and wish me well. As the afternoon wound down we checked out the photos and compared notes. Seaman had had a particularly wild dupla with two garotas who seriously got into one another, both in the apartment and back at the swimming pool. He received the “best photo series” award.

I was still heading downhill, and was actually feeling feverish, so I wandered out of the suite, paid my bill, grabbed a cab, and headed to my apartment, where I collapsed. I guess I’d really been out of it, because the others didn’t realize I’d left. They called my cell number, thinking I’d wandered off to my Vips apartment to die, the way that some animals search out a quiet spot to die. They were surprised to learn that I was already home in bed. I think they were heading off to L’uomo, and while they invited me to come along, I was down for the count.

Word of my condition got around pretty quickly. Rich and mpi both called asking if there was anything they could do for me. One of my girlfriends showed up at the apartment with soda crackers and Sprite and offered to spend the night looking after me. Sweet, but I declined, as I wanted to die alone.

I woke up early Sunday feeling much the same. I hadn’t eaten anything in 24 hours, so there was nothing to deposit, but the cramps were still working me over, and my stomach felt like I’d gone 10 rounds with a good body puncher. The fever had dissipated, but I felt worse than I looked, if such a thing was possible. A couple of girls who got word of my demise came by—these girls are incredibly sweet—and while they tried to coax me out of bed and into eating something, I couldn’t manage anything but crackers and Sprite. We sat and chatted, and had it not been for the fact that I still felt like crap, it would have made for a pleasant afternoon and early evening. Finally at about 10:30 in the evening one of the girls convinced me that I’d feel better if I went over to Ground Zero and visited with my friends and flirted with the girls. I did so and she was right, it did lift my spirits. She came back to my apartment and just cuddled up with me, as I was still too tired for any exertion, and we went to sleep.

Monday and Tuesday: Rebirth, Redemption, and Saudade

I was awakened by a kiss Monday morning and was startled to find that it elicited a response, a stirring, in a place I was afraid had gone into complete hibernation. Kissing her back I found that, yes, there is life where there once was none. One thing led to another, as it always does, and soon Bwana and his Dik were back in play! Hallelujah! I was still tired and weak, but the important parts were functioning again.

As this was my last full day in town, I was determined to enjoy it, but also realizing that I’d been a sick puppy for two days, I decided that I’d try my best not to overdo it. No triple-duplas at 4X4. I eased into the day with a late breakfast at my favorite breakfast spot, Cafeina, then went by the internet café, Tudo é Facil, and then stopped by the Office (Alcazar) to visit with the gang and reassure them that, as Twain said, the “rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” A motley crew of mongers had assembled, including one Rio virgin. Our new monger had only experienced Tijuana, so I was anxious to gauge his reaction upon walking into 4X4. Many of us cut our teeth in TJ, but those TJ guys who have never tasted the world beyond that border town are always stunned when they witness the pleasures of Rio. So off we went.

It was nearly 3:30 by the time we arrived, so I knew that Rebeca would already be occupied. As I wandered into the bar area I bumped into Rich, who was entertaining a group from NJ. Standing at his side was a very cute morena with an ass to die for. Rich turned to me and said “If none of these guys decides to do her, I just might. She’s one of the hottest girls here.” That’s all it took. Knowing Rich wouldn’t mind, I chatted her up, and within 20 minutes we were in a suite. Sadly, I don’t remember her name (what is it, Rich?), but I’ll forget neither that face nor that ass. We fired up the hot tub to get it warm, took a quick, playful joint shower, and climbed into bed. The first thing she did is lube up her ass—my kind of girl—after which she climbed over the top of my, placing her mouth firmly over my cock and her freshly shaved pussy right into my face. This girl knew what she wanted and knew what I wanted. Since we had an hour I played all three holes on the bed and again in the hot tub. She asked me to come on her and I willingly obliged.

Back in the bar I ran in to Rebeca. Oh how my resolve was tempted, but I could sense that I wasn’t close to being back to full strength, so I explained that I had been sick and couldn’t go upstairs with her. She was very sympathetic, and even though I told her I was perfectly cool with her going off in search of another customer, she sat with me and cuddled in that way only she can. It was really too much, so I said goodbye, promised to write, and headed back to town.

So far, so good. It was 7 p.m. and I’d only done 2 girls. Earlier in the day I’d gotten a call from mpi inviting me over to his apartment for drinks. He and his brother had invited a couple of girls over, and he indicated that I was welcome to bring someone along, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for round 3. The apartment proved to be absolutely stunning, a 3 bedroom luxury oceanfront place located at the corner of Avenida Atlantico and Rua Siqueira Campos. The place had a huge terrace overlooking the full length of Copacabana, formal living and dining rooms, a laundry room with washer and dryer, and a very nice full kitchen. I experienced major apartment envy, but had a great time talking with mpi and his brother and viewing his photo collection. Mpi is a master photographer but, like me, he only posts pics of girls when they’ve expressly given permission to do so. Soon mpi’s brother’s friend arrived and they disappeared into his bedroom. This was his first trip to Rio and he still had that “kid in a candy store” look in his eyes. Mpi’s friend, Sarah showed up soon thereafter, a really cute loira. Sarah announced that she had to leave by one, so I took this as my cue to depart.

Walking back to the apartment, I decided that I still had some energy, so I made a couple of phone calls. I reached a girl I’d met about 6 months ago and she agreed to come over and spend the night. I won’t mention her name as she has a “boyfriend” on one of the board’s who is paying her to stay off the program. Right. She showed up an hour later and we took up right where we’d left off 6 months ago. She was especially taken by the crema magica and made me promise to bring her some next time. I woke up at about 9 to the sound of the vibrator; she had applied some of the crème herself and was well on the way to coming. I offered to do the rest of the job myself and dove in.

The change in airline schedules brought about by United’s halting their direct service from Rio to Miami meant that my plane to Sao Paulo was to depart around 7:30. Given Rio’s unpredictable traffic, this made a final-day run to L’uomo, my usual parting activity, a problem. Rather than risk it, I phoned Company Girl and ordered in. Much to my surprise, Thais arrived right at the appointed time and looked just as advertised. She asked me to tie her up, and I’m not the kind of guy to refuse a lady’s request. I had asked her to come for an hour but she stayed for nearly two, so I gave her a generous tip.

Before heading for the airport I stopped by the Office one last time to check in with the gang. Saudade began to set in, as it always does, as I began to anticipate the flight home. Once at the airport I booked another trip to Rio (I try to have two trips reserved at all times), put on the headphones, fired up the iPod, and listened to some beautiful Caetano Veloso music. Once on the plane I fell asleep immediately, visions of garotas swimming through my dreams.

Rio…if I hadn’t experienced it, I couldn’t imagine it.

Bwana,
You are my fuckin' hero. I want to be in Rio right now, wait I want that every day.
CG

Bwana---I am trying to remember which girl you are referring to...I remember the incident but not which girl specifically. If you have a photo, email me privately and I will probably know her name. Otherwise, wait patiently for a day or two and at some point soon I will remember--and likely sit bolt upright in bed shouting her name. I will let you know what it is afterwards.

Thanks Bwana,
Very infotaining report.
A considerable addition to my "who-to-do" and "what-to-bring along" lists.

CG-
I want to be in Rio right now (and always) also.

Rich,
No pic. Guess I'll just have to come back to town so we can make a 4X4 run and I'll point her out to you.

Coats001-
I love doing the research. Trying to find a foundation that will underwrite my future explorations...

If the foundation is tax deductible I will contribute.