Tuesday April 8th and Wednesday April 9th, 2003
The Long Road Traveled and the Consequences of One Crucial Decision
As always, I made it to the airport way too early. I arrived around 9:00am for a noon departure to Denver. Waiting at airports don’t bother me that much though because I just whip out my laptop and start watching music videos, movies, and television episodes. In this case it was two episodes of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and some Shakira, Paulina Rubio, and Ricky Martin music to get me in that Latin mood. (Yes I said Ricky Martin. I love Copa De La Vida.)
Some fighter jets were also on maneuvers preparing for the Air Show at Davis-Monthan Air Force Base. I have no idea what types of jets they were, but it was pretty cool watching them. It wasn’t until I was on the flight that I actually thought about the fact I should have taken pictures of them.
They would buzz the tower in columns of two and I’d imagine there weren’t flying more than 50-100 feet off the ground. Then they’d take off one right after the other at about five seconds apart. When they landed they’d do the same. It was pretty cool.
I flew on this small ass Canada Air Regional Jet to Denver. And in Denver it wasn’t too long of a wait before I boarded an Airbus A320 for the four hour flight to Miami. I tried to get a little sleep on this flight, but I always have a hard time sleeping on planes. I even tried to stay up most of the night to tire myself out. It was no use. I only slept for a little while and soon I was watching more Deep Space Nine and more music videos.
When I arrived in Miami I took a right instead of a left and had to go through security again. This sucks because I carry a lot of stuff on my person and I hate unpacking everything unnecessarily. I had about two hours to kill in Miami so I grabbed a bite to eat, charged the batteries on the laptop, and called Dart to kill some time. This was going to be the longest part of the trip.
It’s about eight hours from Miami to Buenos Aires. Another bummer was that the monitors in the plane were completely out on this flight and I love watching the flight and flight path information. So instead I watched Charlie’s Angels on my laptop. It’s kind of funny. I actually bought this DVD in Thailand last November and just now had gotten around to watching the movie. I also watched Shrek, another Thailand purchase. I did catch an hour or two of shuteye on this flight and the flight wasn’t full so I was able to spread out a bit, which was very nice!
Around 6 or 7 in the morning I ended up talking to one of the flight attendants. She’d been with United all her life. She was saying how there wasn’t a contract for the Flight Attendants now that the company had filed for bankruptcy. She lived in Florida and was part of the Miami based flight crew. She said she got to stay in Buenos Aires for 36 hours before they had to come back. We also talked about the Iraq war, how travel had slowed down so much since September 11th, and Anti-American feelings all around the world.
A few hours later, the flight was finally touching down at Ezeiza in Buenos Aires. I arranged for a private car with Mayra from ArgentinaGo.com. I was happy the flight arrived pretty much on time. I went through immigration, grabbed my bag and went through customs and out into the terminal. Sure enough, just as she had arranged, there was a driver holding a sign with my name on it. He took one my bags and we started walking towards the exit of the terminal. Then I realized I needed to change some money so I could pay him once we arrived at the hotel.
I asked him where the Cambio was and he pointed me towards a bank in the terminal. Rate was a sucky 2.82. I changed some money and waited at the curb while he pulled around the car. The first things that struck me about Argentina were the fact that all the taxi drivers seemed to be wearing suits and all the taxis were Peugeots or Renaults. My driver pulled up in a Mercedes.
He spoke decent English so I didn’t have to use any of my limited Spanish. I asked how far it was to Design Suites and he said it takes about thirty minutes to get there. It was really green and lush in the area outside Buenos Aires before you start to get into the city. But then once you get inside, you start to see towering apartment buildings and the city itself.
We chatted briefly about a few other topics and we drove right by the National Congress building. He also pointed out other landmarks along the way. Dart had warned me about the double LL sound in Argentina Spanish being more like a sh sound and not a ya sound. As we were on Avenida Callao, I asked him how to pronounce it. Dart tried to say it a few times while we were looking at one of Moondog’s maps but he forgot the proper pronunciation. We then pulled up to the hotel. I paid him the 55 pesos and then checked into my room.
The phone I had ordered from Mayra wasn’t there yet so I gave her a buzz. We chatted briefly and she said she would call to check on the status. A few minutes later I had a call back and she said they would be there by 11:00am. Again, it struck me that the guy to have me sign the paperwork for the phone was in a suit. He also seemed very interested as to why I was in Argentina for a vacation. He seemed more than happy to spend a few minutes telling me about destinations and places to see in Argentina. He marked several spots on the Buenos Aires map and raved about some waterfalls in the north that he said were magnificent. Again, he spoke pretty decent English which I would later find out seemed to a rarity in this town.
So with my cell phone in hand and my room all checked in, I unpacked and got settled in before I took a shower and cleaned the 24 hour travel stench and stickiness off my body. After a new found freshness I decided to head out. I think it was around 1 or 2 in the afternoon by now and I knew the daytime options were limited in Buenos Aires. So I decided to pull al Godfather and check out the Colmegna Spa that he raved about so much. I figured I’d just get a nice, relaxing, legitimate massage to get rid of the jet lag from the long travel time.
Colmegna Spa
Sarmiento 839
Phone: 4326-1257
http://www.colmegna.com.ar/
I walked outside my hotel, hailed a cab and said Sarmiento 839. He nodded, turned on the meter and off we went. He actually dropped off on Corrientes 839. I had no idea what the hell street I was on so I walked over to Corrientes 839 and didn’t see anything that looked like a Spa. I guess the cabby misunderstood me. Ah well. I took this time to walk around a bit and check out the Obelisk. Then I tried again. I got into a cab and said Sarmiento 839. I couldn’t understand exactly what the taxi driver was saying, but essentially got the gist. I guess I was there, but Sarmiento was just a block North of where I was. And sure enough, that was the case. It was just that Sarmiento is such a small and narrow street so the taxi just dropped me of on Corrientes.
So I head in and take a look around. They call someone down from accounting to give me a tour of the place and tell me my options. As I recall, a standard massage was like 80 or 90 pesos and you could use the standard facilities. The VIP one hour massage was 195 pesos and you got to use the VIP facilities which were much nicer. These included a relaxation area, a sauna, the pool, and prettier girls to give you the massage. The lady did stress, however, that the massage was the same no matter how much you paid. It was just the VIP girls were prettier and the facilities were better. So I forked over the 195 pesos, changed into the shorts they provided, chose a girl and headed upstairs to the massage room.
The massage rooms were private but somewhat open. The walls were about 5 feet high with no ceiling and there was a variety of music playing in the background. She put down a towel and the massage started with my face down in a pillow. She started with the feet and legs and then moved on to the back and neck. All the while she was massaging me she was making friendly conversation with her somewhat broken English. She spoke better English that I did Spanish, however. So I spoke in Spanish to her and she spoke in English to me. With that we could get basic points across but we weren’t going to enter into a philosophical discussion about the teachings of Socrates or Aristotle.
She liked to sing and sang many of the songs that were playing. We talked about my trip to Buenos Aires, how long I was staying, when I arrived, why I was there, etc. Then it was time for me to turn over and she did the top of my legs, my chest and front neck. Again, I stress I wasn’t going here with any sort of sexual services in mind. But with about 15 minutes left in the massage she asked me if I wanted to relax. Stupid me, I actually thought this meant sex, but I should have known better. She quoted 100 pesos and I stupidly agreed. Instead, it was a hand job. Ah well. I let my hands roam over her body a bit and popped pretty big right as time expired. Her technique was only fair, but the ball massage was pretty decent.
Then I did something that would alter the course of this trip in ways I could never imagine. It was a big departure for me to do something like this and to this day I still can’t believe I did it. I even think I am a changed man now because of it and it has somewhat change my attitude on mongering. So what did I do? I asked her to go out to dinner with me tonight. Why did I do this? I don’t know. Why would I want to waste my time with this? I like volume and numbers. Three girls a day. Four girls a day. Five girls a day! But after spending the hour with her talking and chatting and having a good time, I decided I wanted to see more of her. So I asked.
She declined. She said she couldn’t date clients of the spa. I continued to ask, she continued to turn me down. I then relented and we headed downstairs. She still needed to be paid for her hand services and I needed to take a shower. I went to the locker and paid her the 100 pesos for the hand job and then took a shower. I cleaned up and then went over to talk to her one last time. I again asked her if she wanted to go to dinner. This time she said yes. We made arrangements for the following evening. I gave her the card of my hotel and then gave her the room number. She wanted to call me so I said ok.
She informed me that after work tomorrow night, she would call around 10:30. I agreed and started to leave. Right as I got close to the lobby and reception, she came out into the hallway after me and called my name. She changed her mind and wanted to go to dinner tonight. So I said ok. She said she would call at 10:30. I said ok, fully expecting that she wouldn’t call. That she just said yes to get rid of me.
Café Orleans
Corner of Cordoba and San Martin
So after the release and the massage, I decided to head over to Café Orleans. I told the taxi Cordoba and San Martin and soon we were speeding off towards the place. I entered and sat at the bar and ordered an Imperial. With the beer they bring you peanuts to snack on. I scanned the room and only noticed about two targets out of the 10 or so girls that were there. I must have scanned the room for about 30-40 minutes while I got my bearings and got use to the scene there. Many girls returned my smile and I just could not make up my mind. I ordered another beer and continued to scan the room. I finally paid up and was headed out, but I decided to stop and chat with the girl that caught my eye the most. Her name was Marissa and she was 24.
Photos: Marissa
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The conversation was fairly brief. I offered 150 pesos for one hour and made sure she did the BBBJ. She agreed and we headed around the corner to the Hotel Horizonte. I think the room was like 40 pesos for two hours. I must say I was rather impressed with the short time rooms in Buenos Aires. It was extremely nice, had multiple towels and soap for the showers, a comb, and even a toothbrush and toothpaste for afterwards.
She started off with a fairly average BBBJ and I returned the favor with a little DATY afterward. I then took out the Vigel to see what would happen when I finally used this. After reading about DonGrinogo’s adventures with it I just had to try it. I showed her the bottle and tried to explain that it was for her enjoyment. I then put some on the tip of my finger and started to work in onto and underneath his clitoris. She didn’t have an immediate reaction to it but after about 30 seconds to a minute of me working this into her and fingering her she started to change her tune a little bit.
She then whipped herself up and then practically insisted that I started fucking her doggie style. I entered her from behind and the session really started looking up at this point. She started grabbing the sheets and ripping them off the bed as I increased the pace. I think everyone in the building could hear her as she was screaming and moaning loudly as well. After about 10 minutes in doggie she exploded into an orgasm. With her getting off, this called for a position change.
It was more of the same in missionary, which included lots of deep French kissing. She came up to meet my thrusts and continued to scream, grab the sheets, and grab my back. After some missionary action it was time to switch again, this time to cowgirl. She rode me very vigorously back and forth and she came again. Thanks Vigel! Then I decided to check out the sex chair they had so I picked her up and carried her over while I was still inside her and plopped her ass down in the chair and started pounding her that way.
Finally, I took her back to the bed and finished her off in doggie. Overall it was a pretty good start to the trip for my first session in BA. She nagged for more money both before and after the session and I only paid her what we agreed upon, the 150 pesos. That constant nagging took away from the overall experience, but the sex itself was pretty good. I am 100% convinced that the Vigel greatly enhanced the session. After all, it allowed her to come twice.
It was about 5:00 pm now and I was finally feeling tired. So I decided to head back to Design Suites and take a nap. I told the receptionist to give me a wake up call at 11:00pm. I figured if the spa girl called me at 10:30 like she promised, that would wake me up. But if not, I wasn’t waiting. If she didn’t call by 11:00 I would get dressed and head out for some nightlife action.
Sure enough and much to my surprise, she called me at 10:30 just she said she would. She asked where I wanted to go and I had no idea so I let her decide. She mentioned Puerto Madero and that sounded just as good as anyplace else. She gave me her address and told me to get her at 11:15. I quickly showered again and got ready and headed over to her apartment to pick her up. She didn’t give me the apartment number, only the address so I waited downstairs for her. Again, she was right on-time.
We found a taxi and headed over to Puerto Madero. She asked what type of food I wanted and I asked her the same thing. We eventually decided on beef and she said she knew of a place. She didn’t know exactly where it was though, so the taxi dropped us off and we walked along the waterfront a short distance until we found it. We passed the Spell Café and she asked how to pronounce spell. Shortly after that, we found the place we were looking for; Rodizio.
Rodizio Restaurant
Alicia Moreau de Justo 838
Phone: 4334-3646
After we were seated I asked if she wanted some wine. She said she only liked red wine and not white. Fuck if I know anything about wine so I pointed at one of the mid-priced wines and ordered that. It seemed like this place had a buffet for the appetizers. She went over and grabbed some food she wanted. I didn’t see anything I liked, so I just got some bread. Heck, I didn’t even recognize half the stuff that was there. A great connoisseur of food I am not.
While we were eating that, someone comes over and places two small drinks on the table. It was something from Brazil and from what I could gather it had Vodka, lemon juice, sugar and perhaps something else in it. It was small so I thought it was a shot so I start to drink the whole thing in one gulp. Spa girl informs that I am drinking it too fast. It was good though.
We chatted about basic things for the rest of the evening. I can’t even really remember what we talked about now. Stuff like what I did for work in the US, if I had any brothers or sisters, basic BS. I asked her the same questions. The Sony Clie and dictionaries I downloaded to it was a great help during conversation stoppers. She frequently asked to use it when she didn’t know which word she wanted to use. The language barrier was significant at times, but it was also something that brought us together since we both had to work at communicating.
Different types of meat were constantly being brought out throughout the evening. You just told them how much you wanted and they sliced it off right there and served it up. That was pretty cool. We finished the entire bottle of wine, which surprised me somewhat. The wine was very good though. With that and the two Brazilian drinks, spa girl was starting to feel it a bit.
When I got the bill it was $105 pesos or about $35 US dollars. I thought for the dinner we had that price was more than reasonable. But the first thought that came to my mind was that I hoped Argentina has gone through serious inflation since their currency devalued. If the peso were still one to one against the dollar, that would have been one fucking expensive dinner. I asked her about the tipping culture and she seemed fine with the 120 pesos I was about to leave total.
We then exited Rodizio and took a short walk down the waterfront while holding hands. She then informed me it was dangerous to be walking along the waterfront this late so went and found a taxi and I took her home. When we got to her apartment, she tried to tell the taxi where my hotel was so he could take me home. But I quickly paid the taxi and sent him on his way so I could get out and give her a hug and say goodbye. I don’t know what the hell I thought I was doing, but after the hug I asked her if she wanted me to come up and give her a massage. I figured since she gives massages all day long it might a good ploy to get me up into her apartment. Once I got up there, anything could happen. It worked. She said ok, but made a point to say only for 10 minutes.
So we head up to her apartment. She takes off her shirt and lays face down on her bed. She brings out some lotion and hands it to me. Now let me say I don’t know the first thing about massage. I did get an Easelan Massage video once and I watched about ten minutes off it before I turned it off. I tried to incorporate some of the things I watched in that video, but I was really just rubbing her back. I tried to use some good technique but I had no plan or method really.
Well, the massage lasted longer than ten minutes. First the bra came off and I spent a lot of time and patience on her arms and her back. He eyes were closed and I could tell she was enjoying it. After about 20-25 minutes on her back, I asked her is she wanted me to do her legs as well. She did, so off come her pants.
I spent another 10 minutes on her legs. But I had to be careful because she was very ticklish on parts of her calves and feet. She then rolls over, her bra now completely off. She is holding the covers over her boobs a little bit though. I do the front of her legs before I proceed up to her neck. Then I start to kiss her neck before I patiently move over to her mouth and gently kiss her lips. That’s when she starts to gently return my kisses. I then pull the covers off of her and start to lick and suck on her titties.
I then slowly kiss different parts of her body, her stomach, her love handles and her inner thighs before I grab for her panties and take them off. I attempt to start some DATY on her but she quickly closed her legs and says no. Ok fine, so I head back up to her mouth and start to kiss her some more. Then I pull out the Vigel and apply a little to her clit.
I used two or three applications to make sure I got it right and then I start massaging and working it in and under hit clit. I could tell by her movements and sounds that she was really enjoying this. After about 5-10 minutes of rubbing her clit and entering her with two or more fingers, it was time to enter her with something else. This proved somewhat difficult as I was still completely clothed and she was completely naked. I quickly take off all my clothes, grab the condom and then enter her. She was soaking wet by this point.
We ended up fucking a long time. We started off in missionary before she got on top for a ride. But she quickly tired so we switched back to missionary and then later to doggie. Then is when she really started getting into it. She started screaming up a storm while screaming mas, mas at me. She finally came while I was pounding her away in doggie. We then roll over once again into missionary and not long after we switched to this position, she came again. I continued to pound again and then I finally came as well. Man, I tell you. I can last a long ass time when I am really tired and it seems like the first couple of session of my trips I always last a really long time. She still had lots of lotion on her and I was pouring down with sweat, so we took a shower afterward and I spent the rest of the evening with her. This is how my first full day in Buenos Aires ended.
