“Forest – Have you ever seen a woman before?”

Something just clicked. I don’t know how else to describe it. I was as turned on as poor Forest as he sat on the bed with his hand on Jenny’s breast. By now, I was pretty much over the wife and ready to really let loose and party. Not only party, but REALLY bust a nut, if ya know what I mean. It’s been said that the male sex drive and climax is improved drastically by the amount of stimulation we feel. Well, it all came together for me on this day.

In the taxi on the way to the terma with BluesTraveller, I downed a bit more of that blue magic pill than usual, while slathering a liberal dose of Testrogel on my shoulder. If you don’t know what testrogel does, check it out:

http://www.bodyworx.com/testrogel.html

But I digress… this is about the best session of my life.

I walked into the boite at this terma and immediately felt on top of my game. The ol’ radar unit began sweeping the area, scaning and cataloging each target with precision.

“Nice face, GREAT ass – but where are the tits?”
“Nubile tits, however some time on a stairmaster with some Oil of Olay on that ass would help”
“Good grief – people actually PAY you for sex???” (Think the bar scene in the original Star Wars movie)

Out of nowhere comes this hand reaching into my robe. I stop in my tracks while my unit is under siege. It is Ex-Wifey’s Best Friend, aka BF. She and wifey have been talking and she knows that I am a free man, she tells me. Now we can walk right up to a cabine without any problems. BF is devouring me with her eyes and I just know what is gonna happen when I hand her my key.

BF is one of those girls that you might meet in a bar and think “Yeah, I could do that” vs “Holy SHIT”. Not spellbinding, but attractive enough, right Sandman? I head upstairs with BF and register at the cabine desk. The attendant hands BF the two condoms and we’re off to the room.

Once inside, BF starts attacking me. It’s a matter of seconds before my robe lay crumpled around my ankles and my turgid member is engulfed in her piping-hot kisser. Looking up at me with my cock throbbing in her tight lipped mouth, she plops my engorged mushroom from her lips and tells me to get comfortable while she goes to get her carry-case. I run through the shower and then lay down.

Upon returning, her buttery lips find their way to my unit as if laser guided. (Isn’t it great how we guys don’t need much by way of foreplay? All I need is “Hey baby – I like you – blow me” in a balls-across-the-chin Dice-Clay sort of foreplay).

Do you know the difference between eating BBQ chicken or ribs with a knife and fork VERSUS using your hands? So did she. I felt like tying a little bib on the base of my cock to shield me from her onslaught as she dove into that full rack of ribs I was sporting. Every eyebrow was raised throughout the dining area while she devoured my meat.

When she had consumed all the carne, I thought it best to serve up a new course before she tried to suck the very marrow from my bone. Laying her upon her back, I quickly surveyed the timepiece and determined that we would only have a moment to prepare her appetizer before serving up the main course. I zeroed in on her milky mollusk but the O wasn’t happening. After a few minutes, she tried to pull me off the task. Rising half-way, I narrowed my eyes and dove back down, determined to get her off. It was then I remembered I had omitted any g-spot or anal stimulation. Hello?

Finding the proper clitoral rhythm with my tongue, I began slowly pulsing my fingertip upon her gspot. Bingo. Her pelvic and abdominal muscles began flexing as her breath shortened. Grabbing a handful of hair she directed my head to the perfect position and held it there as she built her bridge to the promised land. At that moment I probed my bent knuckle gently into her bunda. Hitting the brown turbogasm button just before launchtime brought her to a violent climax. Rolling onto her side, she knocked her forehead into the wooden strips that line the walls of our favorite terma.

RUN FOREST, RUUUUNNNNNNN

She lay on her side with her top leg bent at the knee as I worked my way up her body. I entered her in this position while she was still recovering her breath. Before long, she lay on her stomach and half propped up on her elbows while I rolled in and out of her. “Baby Got Back” I thought as rested my abdomen on that marvelous bunda. Pointing my gun completely vertical, I began drilling her gspot as she called out my name. She was arching her ass up to accept each thrust and then clenching tightly as I would pull back up. Had I been wearing protection, it surely would’ve been stripped from me by her iron grip.

"Do you know I just kept on running, right through town. It felt good." FG

Resting on my left elbow, my left hand was on her right shoulder akin to having her in a headlock. She pulled my left thumb into her mouth and sucked on it while I pounded away. With my right hand I reached beneath her waist and began pulling her up into each thrust. Crying out. Bathed in sweat. Fortunately the extra dose of Vitamin V was keeping me from having a hair trigger or I NEVER would’ve been able to hold off. But Pfizer gave me the endurance I needed to keep this pace up for the rest of the hour.

"And I was running..." FG

Engulfed in wave after wave of pleasure, I completely lost track of time. The phone rang. Neither of us stopped. Knowing it was time, I finished and collapsed beside her. We both lay there laughing and panting until the phone rang again. After answering it, she looked at the large circle of moisture on the sheet where she’d been getting pounded in the same position for 30+minutes. “That is from me!” she squealed before hopping atop me and giving giving me the hug of my life.

Thank you Pfizer. Because of that magic pill, I had stars in my eyes when I stood up, I almost fell in the shower, and had to hold the railing in the stairs with BOTH hands on my way back to the boite.

Returning to the boite/bar, I mumbled something about needing a drink. Hector volunteered his Red Bull before getting me two more. My cell phone was ringing off the hook. It was (ex)wifey. Even though she no longer worked there, her other friends had called to tell her. She called 5 times before I left.

Man do I miss high school…

"I don't know why but I just kept on running and running. Seemed like the right thing to do" FG

Well buddy, I think your second run across BF might have been better than the first...at least it looked that way to me!

Only the Shadow knows!


Sandman

!sL"< the brown turbogasm button just before launchtime brought her to a violent climax. Rolling onto her side, she knocked her forehead into the wooden strips that line the walls of our favorite terma. "

Holy shit. Lets give this guy kudos for his writing. Damn, I cannot take it anymore. I nominate PB as "Patron Saint of Club Hombre" and suggest that we retire his number.

Well unbeknown to me, Sandman had a rare view of the next session. It appears that I forgot to shut the 2"x6" viewport in my apartment door the next night with BF. My apt was right beside the elevator, so when people were standing there waiting for the lift they had a clear shot into my apt...

Are you sure you didn't leave it open on purpose?

Now that he has opened the bag it was funny as shit. I was walking Constancia to the lift. The viewport was wide open with a clear shot of PB and BF on the bed. Like looking through a view finder. I chuckled and Constancia was jumping up and down trying to see (remember, she is short.)

Well, tha damn lift took a long time to get there and it was quite a scene......

May I continue buddy??????

As if my life isn't an open-enough book already
I'm just wondering how many other residents of the 9th floor might've peeked through while awaiting the elevator

Just caught your video with the three little helpers to ease the pain of the lost Wifey. Good stuff.

Bayboy

Well, here goes in attempted PB style (never be as loquacious as he is though).

Constancia and I get to the elevator and I press the button. Only one is working this late at night. We are on the 9th Fl and it is on the 1st floor. Constancia points at PB's door and asks if it is his room. I look over and sure enough the view window is wide open. It is about 6" long and about 4" wide. At first I reach up to try and close it but it can't be done from the outside. Then, I see movement on the bed and take a closer look;

Sure enough, PB has his head between her legs. She has a death grip on his hair and is moaning to the rhythm of his lapping. She arches her back, grabs his head with both hands and pulls him down harder on her rose bud. PB's hands are below her so I know he is playing rub a dub with the G-Spot and driving her crazy. The final moment has arrived and she O's with a loud outburst.

Poor little Constancia wants to see too but is too short. She keeps jumping up and down in front of me. She even puts my hands on her hips and her hands on my wrists and asks me to lift her. I wouldn't do it and just laughed.

Next thing, BF rolls over on her side to avoid PB's lapping tongue and he goes at it from behind her. She is pushing him away now trying to recover.....lift arrives and I kiss Constancia good night. As I close the Lift door I take one last little peep before retiring to my room. PB has her Doggy from the side of the bed drilling out her eyeballs;

Thats my buddy. Amazing how quickly he recovered from the woes of wifey...he he. He didn't exactly look too down in the dumps to me!

PB, since it was very late, I doubt any other residents took advantage of the show but on the other hand, there was a 55+ Yr old lady making eyes at you the next morning when we left...ha ha!

Sandmannotapeepingtombynaturebutcouldntresisttemptation

I can just picture little Constancia jumping up and down - classic!

Constancia kinda reminds me of BTG (Big Titty Girl) in the motorhome in Cuba. Remember when BTG would always want to peek around the curtains to see who was doing what, and to whom??

I miss my BTG...

Might have to plan a quick Havana trip to see how she is doing.

PB

I miss your BTG, too.

Hell, we all miss her. Let's plan a visit soon.

Wait

I don't mind if you two bastards come back to Havana with me as long as I get there a day or two ahead of you.

Rio vs Havana. The debate rages on.

In a private conversation with another hombre, he laughed at my proclamation that "I don't like termas". Ok ok...so I do like termas. What I DON'T like about them is that damn clock on the wall. AND I prefer to have the girls in my own bedroom so I have the homecourt advantage. Havana offers both.

But nothing like a Rio girl to play the game of love with - they experts at that.

I will return to Cuba again later this month for more cigars (and salsa-fucking). We'll see if the situation has improved.