I wake up late, around noon. I have to leave early the next morning, so this is really my last day in Rio. I want L’uomo again. I’m feeling comfortable in Rio by this point, and I want quality service, at a quality price, without inhibition on my part or from the garota who ultimately would be the cushion for my pin.

After lollygagging around town, 4 p.m. rolls around and I make me away cross-town, taking some new side streets to zigzag over to the antique mall that houses this place. I go upstairs and see my friend behind the desk (in a previous post, I noted how she speaks perfect English and has a boyfriend in the U.S. in a New England town I’m well familiar with). In I go; I disrobe, re-robe, and amble into the bar and quickly order a Chopps. There are about 30 ladies, but I’m being very selective. I make eye contact with some black-haired beauties sitting on the sofas along the wall, and closely inspect their gams, busts and faces. Others I watch dance, checking out their bundas – my favorite part of a women. I’m looking for genuine interest in their eyes. Sometimes I find it silly that I look for this in hobbying, but I’m not willing to be in a monogamous relationship any more, so my ladies get extra-extra points for showing genuine interest, or even feigning it on a sustained basis. Ten minutes go by, and I’ve already made some definite eliminations. I’m feeling very Hugh Hefnerish - sitting there in robe, on a stool, beer and cigarette in hands, and with my legs crossed so my right foot is sticking out. Suddenly, I feel a tickle on my right foot. The kind of soft, gentle, sensual touch that only a woman can achieve. I turn around and see a sweet young woman with shortish, sandy-blonde hair. She smiles, and I see she has a thin plastic brace across the top row of her teeth. She’s really cute, with slight freckles. She says hello, and I proceed to exchange a mixture of Portuguese, Spanish and English to communicate. She says her name is Susanna, and I like her smell. She’s not stacked up top, but that doesn’t bother me as I’m into nature no matter what the package. Her sandy-blonde hair is natural, and she tells me she’s 24 and from Fortaleza. She has a kid, and she’s in the big city to make some dough. I really like her. There’s an innocence about her, with her braces and cute innocent smile. I make my decision, have another beer then head to the shower. When I emerge, she’s standing in a pinkish negligee, and she’s got a little silver kit with a plastic handle, filled with condoms and toys, I surmise. She asks if I want a superdeluxe room, to which I decline. She asks if I want deluxe, to which I say no. I want a closet, after the way Centaurus bilked me. (Sorry about trashing Cent again, guys.).
Into a small room at very end of the hall we go. Yep. It’s small, all right. But not too small to have fun. My new friend Susanna motions to me to lie down. I do so on my back. She straddles my legs, and proceeds to give me a BBBJ, which I allow in order to stiffen my resolve toward my ultimate backdoor ambition. Then she stops, and leans over the bed to the table to open her box of toys. She takes out a rubber, puts it on her right finger then puts some jelly on her finger. Oh boy. I know what she’s up to. She wants to milk the gland from underneath and above. She mounts me and pushes her finger in. Now, to tell the truth, I’m not the biggest fan of receiving back there, but I sure do like to give it. After a few seconds I motion to her that I’d rather she not continue with the finger. She looks a little disappointed, like she wasn’t able to please me. As I’m straddled, I reach both hands around to feel her ass opening, and it’s remarkably malleable. I indicate my interest, to which she quickly complies. She gets out another tube: This one seemed to have a brown ointment – perhaps to numb her asshole, I’m thinking. It’s a good thing, because I pounded that thing for about 10 minutes. I was sweating so much that it dripped off the sides of my face in a steady stream. For the last 3 or 4 minutes, I was actually standing on the bed, thrusting like a piston into her prone, doggy-position body. She starts to scream ``orgasma, orgasma. Orgasma.’’ I think she wanted me to finish, but if I really wanted to delude myself, I could think she was having a big O. Given the way I’d stop, pull out and then plunge back in, I think she wanted me to finish.
Afterward, she wanted me to lay in her arms, and I did so for about 15 minutes while she stared at the ceiling, pensively and quietly. It was nice, and the thought occurred to me: What would life be like with a woman like her, back in the states? Then reality returned as time was up. As I and all of us know: Once a xxxxx, always a xxxxx

Thus concluded, happily, my first trip to Rio. I look forward to returning soon.


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