This is the part I hate. Recounting my visit. All the memories. Oh well her I go...


First off, this is going to be a lame report for those who like a lot of variety and details as I only visited the Blue Marlin. Likewise. If you don't like overpaying, I am going to piss you off. You have been warned!!!!!!!!!!!!


Got to Miami Intl in the afternoon for my AA flight to SJ. I have decided to use AA for the miles, plus they have pretty good deals with their AAdvantage program. AAdvantage also sends you e-mails detailing specials on your favorite cities (Example- Miami to San Jose $299...) Walk into the Airport and BAMM, I count dozens of beautiful women. Holy mother of silicone. Checked my bag in after waiting in a very small line and decided to walk around. I have 45 minutes to kill before boarding. Jonesin for a cigarette, I head for one of the outside doors and pass an incredibly beautiful woman coming in lugging a very heavy carryon bag. Nicotine can wait. She is a model type blonde with the most microest of miniskirts I have ever seen. Couple that with a sleeveless blouse housing 34 DDs and I could not resist. I politely ask her if she needs help. "I don spick inglish" she replies. I stand there dumbfounded by her beauty when a little voice yells out "LUMPS...YOU DICK.. SPEAK SOME SPANISH TO HER". I repeat my offer and she smiles. "GEESH the voice returns" Anyway she is from Venezuela and is returning home after visiting family. I walk her to her line at Heaven airlines and wish her a safe trip. She reaches out to shake my hand. I kiss what seemed like an angel's wing and move on. Still shaking my head I seat myself outside and smoke a couple of cigs. 5 minutes before I decide to check in, 2 oriental ladies walk out and pull out cigarettes. Both are stunning. I have a thing for asian ladies. A really big thing. Almost ripping my pants pocket, I whip out my lighter like Wyatt Earp draws his 44 mag. Both smile and allow me to light their fire. Quickly I ask where they are from. Japan they reply. I bow and wish them a safe vacation in Miami. They both thought the bow was cute. I probably looked like an arthritic flamingo bending over to take a drink, but what the hell. "YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED JAPANESE ASSHOLE" I can see this little voice is going to give me trouble.


All goes smooth as I board the plane. Service was on par with the Lacsa flight I took before. However, instead of a first rate movie they aired a segment called "EYE on CBS" or something like that. 1 1/2 hours of commercials and 45 minutes of entertainment. Food was good, ample leg room (I'm 6'4" so its important to me". No complaints really. Plane arrives in SJ a little late and I run into a huge line at immigration. My worst fear...My park hotel visit is in jeopardy. I scoot out after changing some money and grab the first cabbie I find. No negotiations. $12 to Presidente. Nice guy. I set up an appointment for him to take me to the Airport for my Monday morning departure. I arrive at the hotel and notice a dramatic change. The lobby and registration desk are now huge and elegant. Restaurant still has not been renovated. The second floor casino/bar is also still not finished. But work is in progress. I get the usual "3 months" when I ask about the completion date. I check in and up to my 4th floor room I go. This time my room faced the street instead of a back alley as before. 2 beds- 1 twin, 1 queen. Night stand moves freely as do the beds, and I quickly rearrange the decor into 1 huge "John Madden" sized arrangement. Bathroom is quite a bit smaller than the last room, but is very nice. I look at my watch....9:45 PM DAMNNNNNNNNN. Sorry Park Hotel... there is always tomorrow. Discouraged but not defeated, I unpack and head over to the bar across the street. I quickly become friends with a mail carrier from France that speaks French and Spanish and a 63 year old retired American. Very nice guys. I would hang out with the Frenchman later. Drank a few Imperials and decide to go to the BM at around midnight. I walk in and THERE IS NO PLACE TO SIT DOWN!!!!. I mean the bar and casino section seats are all full. Could it be....Too many girls at the BM. It was very hard to even find a place to stand much less mingle. I make the best of it. A couple of hours later I meet Maure. A very cute Tica, brunette with a very beautiful face and body. We talk for a good long while and off we go for $80. I undress her and notice she has given birth to a child. Make that several children. Actually I never really minded the stretch marks on women and it certainly did not deter me now. Maure was very responsive and her very shaved pussy tasted very sweet. Now what I have to say is the whole truth I swear!!!!!


Before I left I decide to pick up some condoms....as always. TROJAN EXTENDED PLEASURE catches my eye. Apparently the condoms are coated on the inside with 4% benzocaine. This is supposed to lessen the sensation and avert orgasm. Later I would find out this is a very cruel joke chemical concocted by the lady scientists that work for Trojan. I usually don't have a problem with prematurity, but when it has happened in my life, it has always been with a very pretty girl on our first time. What the hell....I buy them.


Time comes for Maure to put on the rubber. She puts it on and begins to give my so-so oral. Exactly 26 3/4 seconds after the rubber goes on, Little lumps goes completely numb. I am not talking losing a little sensation, I am talking about the feeling you get when you sleep on your arm all night kind of numb. "SURE NOT GOING TO CUM EARLY TONITE DICKWEED" where have you been little voice ...I missed you. Thank god I was able to stay hard. She finishes her speech and I get on top. I truly could not tell when I had entered her. I guided her hand and thankfully little lumps found its mark. I start and nothing .....no sensation. 45 minutes of no sensation, 1 hour of numbness. Finally, a glimpse of relief. The benzohell starts to wear off and I FEEL SOMETHING!!!!!!!. I start pounding like a porn star and I am getting close. AAAARRRRRGGGGGG a leg cramp. ....7....8....9..ting ting. saved by the bell. I stretch my leg and the pain in my left thigh subsides. I resume. 5 minutes later I have one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had....ever. I curl up in a fetal position and start talking in tongues as Maure stairs up at the ceiling panting and silently rueing the day she ever met this douchbag cuban. She recovers, as do I and I walk her down. A kiss sends her on her way. As I head back to my room, I make a note to myself...buy some Lifestyles condoms tomorrow...............


..........As I admire Maure limping down the street with puffs of smoke coming out of her zipper, I become irritated with that huge street light shining over the hotel. "IT'S THE SUN DAVINCI....LOOK UP!!!!". Once again lil V was right. I look at my watch and sure enough its 7 AM. All of a sudden it hits me....the THIRD reason I visited this great land. FOOTBALL!!!!. I'll get to the second reason in a minute. Juuuust one problem. The college game I plan on wagering starts at 1PM US time 11 AM tico time. Decision time...take a quick nap and try to get to the Sportsbook on time, or stay awake. I have already been up 26 hrs. "RELAX DUDE..I'LL WAKE YOU UP hehehe". Thanks voice..but decision made...I'll take a shower and press on. Go up and come back down and am treated to an always fantastic breakfast at the Presidente Restaurant. Scrambled eggs with all the fixins, rice, potatoes, fruit and a very welcomed cup of coffee....make that several cups. Head over to the internet cafe around the corner after I am done, then off to the Colonial Casino. Very nice place. Really big. Well, Not Vegas big, but big when compared to the Del Rey Casino. Sportsbook is up stairs and I place 3 bets. U.M (My beloved Canes can cover 43 1/2 points right???, Utah and Boston College (Yeah, I forgive Flutie for that Hail Mary pass). Games are only about an hour away. O.K. so I will have some more coffee and start to watch a game or two. I mosy up to the bar and I order..."IMPERIAL POR FAVOR"...voice what are you doing.... its 10:30 AM?. Ok.. Ok I'll let it go this time!!!!!!!. Nothing interesting to report on my couple of hour stay at the Colonial. When I bet....I don't want any friendships, no chit chat, just solitude and hope. Only game on is the Utah game. They lose BUT cover. Other 2 games have a later start. "EXCELLENT......LET'S HAVE ANOTHER CUP OF COFFEE hehehe" This will be our 6th cup Lil V!!!!!!!......... "PUSSY!!!!!!!!!" Ok....Ok.......Imperial por favor!!!!!........ I hold on to my bet slips (don't want to cash in UTAH..Bad luck I think...). So I head back to the Hotel for a well deserved nap. "GEE, WHAT'S THAT PRETTY PINK BUILDING NEXT DOOR". Well, Lil voice... that's the DelRey Hotel, Its very nice and....... WAIT A SECOND!!!!! we are going back to the hotel and that's IT!!!!!! "OK...OK...JUST ASKING A QUESTION....... As I walk to the Presidente, once again I am struck by all the beautiful women walking the avenue. I can't help it...I have to stand out front for a couple of minutes. Suddenly I spot a girl that looks very much like Maure. MAURE!!!! CONDOMS!!!!! DAMN. Off to the market a couple of blocks away from the Presidente to pick up my Lifestyles. I scan the box like a microsurgeon scans capillaries. No mention of benzo anything. I'll take it..... I collapse on the bed around 5 PM.


WARNING THIS SECTION GETS MUSHY...............REALLY MUSHY...................


Alarm goes off a couple of hours later. I lay there for a few minutes. I smile when I think about the Second reason I Keep coming back to C.R.. And that reason is my absolutely gorgeous Tica that I met several months ago. Some of you may remember her from a previous post. Anyway I have visited her a couple of times since then. I have not written any reports, because frankly there was nothing to report. Just great times with her. We have been in contact via E-Mail ever since. She still attends the University and has a job at a restaurant 20 minutes outside San Jose. She probably still visits the BM, but I don't care. I always have a fantastic time with her. She is working at the restaurant tonight and I am going to visit. I shower and head over to the bar I visited last night. The french guy is still there henceforth referred to as "G". "G" and I have a couple of beers and I invite him along for dinner. "G" is a very horny dude and I don't think he will be a third wheel. I am right. We head over to My Tica's restaurant. It's a pretty big place and I don't see her immediately. "HEY THAT PRETTY PINK BUILDING IS STILL OPEN RIGHT????" relax Voice let's sit down. Suddenly she emerges from the back. She does not see me right away and I admire her from afar. Still perfect. She turns and I stand. The look on her face melts my heart. Her eyes light up and she half walks, half runs over to me. I realize the setting and don't want her to get in any trouble. I don't know what to do. She settles the issue by giving me a big hug and quick kiss. I introduce her to "G". WOW he whispers as she leaves momentarily.
NOW WHAT I AM ABOUT SAY IS THE WHOLE TRUTH.............I SWEAR.............


But first let me set this up. "G" has been in SJ for about 2 weeks. He has bedded 4 girls at a time (I believe him!!!!). HE IS A LADIES MAN with that French shit going on. He turns to me and says: "How can you be with other girls if this is your favorite TICA" I laugh at first. "HE IS NOT KIDDIN ROMEO" come on voice...... this guy.....not "G"....... Then I look and he is not smiling. HOLY SHIT This guy is going to hand me up!!!!!!!! I shit my pants....... as she approaches. I order some bullshit appetizer and hawk "G" for his next move. She leaves. I turn to "G"...Is everything alright. Yeah man, I just meant that I don't see how you have the energy to be with other girls after you are with her. Guess I have some French blood in me. We both laugh as I cease the plan in my head on how to dispose of his body. "I GOT THE ROPE BOSS........LET'S GO!!!!. Relax Lil V everything is cool. True to his word "G" starts to mingle talking to every skirt in the place. My Tica and I eye each other the rest of the night. Giving each other pecks when we can. The plan is for her to leave work on accompany me back to the hotel at 2 AM. All the while, I see a heavy set Tico eyeing me. My suspicions are confirmed when my Tica tells me he is the boss. I immediately buy him his favorite drink and we become friends. My Spanish once again rescued me as his face completely changed when I approached him and spoke. Turns out he is very cool. All the while I was there, my Tica's waitress friends begin to corner her one by one. They talk, look in my direction and smile. Makes me feel 10 feet tall. Last funny incident that happened that night----- one of the better looking waitresses walks up to me a winks and moves on to the bar. I freeze "SHE IS SETTING YOU UP MY FRIEND........" Way ahead of you lil V. I quickly find my Tica and give her another quick peck. The waitress smiles and nods. She got the point. I am not going to blow this with a quick piece of ass....at least not a piece of ass where my Tica works. 2 AM FINALLY. "G" has already left for another bar and my Tica and I head for the Presidente. I realize that a full day has gone by while I am in San Jose and I have not banged a Tica...ONE WHOLE DAY!!!!!. Believe it or not I am content to be with her, and only her....for now......
We are both very tired, but are able to make sweet love before we drift off........... sorry guys no details with her. "TELL THEM ABOUT WHAT SHE DOES WITH THE ICE" shut up voice I mean it....................


........I can see the sunlight creeping from around the blinds and I have only slept a couple of hours. My Angel is softly sawing wood...still in my arms. I smile. I have hundreds of $$$$ riding on games I bet the day before. I don't know how they ended up...and I don't care. I am a happy man!!!! I gently get out of bed some time later, shower and kiss my Tica on the forehead. I am going to the internet cafe for a couple of minutes. She smiles and drifts back off. My heroic Canes pulled it off by beating the shit out of Rutgers (61-0). Boston College does not cover "YAAAAAWN......I TOLD YOU FLUTIE'S TEAM WOULD FUCK US AGAIN!!!!!). Right again Lil voice. Oh well. I got 4 NFL games on tap...and I am still on top winning 2 out of 3. I surf for a while and return to the room. My gal is up and showered. Clothes have been picked up and she has made the bed. Down to breakfast and out we go. First stop...Colonial Casino. I sit her down away from the desk (I don't want her to know how much I am wagering...actually I don't want to think about it myself. $700 each on Minnesota, Green Bay, Jacksonville and under on the New Orleans-Buffalo game. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND......" relax VI know what I am doing. Off to the San Pedro Mall. I have a nice evening planned and I purposely did not tell my Tica to pack anything. We shop till we drop then back to the hotel. She departs for a couple of hours to visit home and I head to the Colonial. Nervously, I enter the Sportsbook and pump a fist in to the air. 3 out of 4 today (MINNY LOST TO CAROLINA CARO-FUCKING-LINA.the world is crazy I mutter as my new best friend flips $100 bills into my hand!!!!! 5 out of 7 total. "DUDE CAN YOU LOAN ME A FEW BUCKS.....I MET THIS CUTE COLOMBIAN VOICE NEXT DOOR AND SHE WANTS......." Sorry lil V, but the money is spent already. My Tica returns and I tell her of my dinner plans... The Ram Luna restaurant overlooking San Jose. I had wanted to visit the Monestario restaurant, but learned it is closed on Sundays. Ram Luna was a good second choice...or so I was told. A 30 minute drive and we are there. Absolutely beautiful view, and on a Sunday night we are the 3rd couple in the place. Fantastic service. We each have an appetizer, entree, desert and a bottle of wine and talk about everything. Total bill including tax and tip?...... 60 US. A meal with this view and food in Miami would easily cost me $250. She is dumbstruck on why I would spend so much money while I marvel at the low price. Funny how life is. How about some dancing I ask. I am tired...let's go back to the hotel She smiles back. "DUDE THIS GIRL IS WHACKED...WHAT 19 YEAR OLD WOULD WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP INSTEAD OF DANCING THE NIGHT AWA...... OHHH I SEE FORGET IT" apparently lack of sleep has started to affect Lil V. Back at the hotel, the guard tells us I have a message at the desk. Actually it is a message for her. She is needed back at her house very early in the morning. Heartbroken, I prepare to walk her back to the taxi. She leads me to the elevator instead. "But"... "don't worry" she says..... She pulls back her blouse and then I remember. While we shopped, she asked me how everything looked and I went into every store with her. Except one. When we started to enter a lingerie store, she stopped me and told me I would have to wait outside. "I have to buy a gift for you!!!!!!!!"


Then the let down of let downs awaited me while heading up the elevator. She turned to the full mirror at the back and told me "we make a very nice couple together don't we??" I turn and was stunned at what I saw. There was a young beautiful, intelligent, caring girl being held by her father!!!!!!!.........I had never really thought about it before, but the thoughts came rushing in like a hurricane. What the fuck am I doing. I have lived my life...she is just starting hers. I have fullfilled most of my dreams... her dreams are still. well.....dreams. Don't get me wrong...I am 41 years old and am in pretty good shape looking younger than my age, but clearly something was wrong with that image I saw in the mirror. At that precise moment I realized that we would not last...I would not let us....


Elevator door opens and the next 2 hours were the best and I mean best I have ever spent with a woman. "LUMPY.. YOU DID NOT WARN THESE GUYS ABOUT ALL THAT MUSH YOU JUST SPEWED". sorry guys.. I apologize.. Let's move on...With a tear in her eye, she turned the corner and her cab disappeared. By the way... the lingerie was a simple white bra and panty set...but it had my heart racing faster than running a marathon.


Back up to my room. Going to sleep????...not a chance. Shower again "MAN YOU HAVE THE CLEANEST BALL IN S.J.".. thanks V and off the BM. Met up with "G" and settled in. Sunday night at about midnight and there was definitely enough room to sit down this night. I sit at the very small bar near the internet computers and soon a siliconed Colombiana nears. Medium blonde hair and about 30 she sits down next to me. Actually she plops down while exclaiming in Espanol "These cheap gringo bastards... they are ALL RATS ALL RATS" The bartender smiles at me as we have been speaking for the last couple of minutes. Bartender.. I ask "Can I please have a bite of cheese, I'm feeling a little hungry" She turns wide eyed and blushes. She laughs and of course says that I was excluded from her comment. I quickly make a decision that she would not be my date for the night and I tell her so. She asks for a drink and I eagerly comply....I want to talk to this babe. She starts her sob story about men who stay at $150 a day hotels and then bust her balls about paying $100. I give her our side of the story and she (sorry I never did get her name) changes the topic. She loves it when she can make a man tremble she says. "Really" I say "How do you do that". Well she licks them wherever they are ticklish while moaning spanish words. "What do you say to them" I ask. "Sometimes I talk about my dog, sometimes about my bills..what the fuck do they know." We laugh as she starts to imitate my fellow mongers. She closes her eyes and begins to shake like a leaf. Sensing an opportunity for some real fun, I innocently ask if she ever cums. "Of course not but I make them think I do." "MAN YOU DON'T THINK SHE WOULD...DO YOU???) lets find out V. "Really" I say "show me". "Gee..I'm thirsty". A pro to the end. I hand her her second drink. "Show me darling" I ask. After 1 1/2 drinks down her throat, she starts to moan softly while touching her breasts. "You are k!dding right. "You fool them with that?". Up to the challenge, she goes into a routine that makes the scene in 'When Harry met Sally' seem like a Sunday sermon. Bartender is laughing, I am laughing while she keeps moaning and shaking. About halfway through, another lady's curiosity is peaked as she wanders over. "Now that is an orgasm" I mention. Up to the task...she begins to cum for me also. Bartender's eyes are now tearing up and I am loving it. I look over and the guard at the door.....HE'S NOT LAUGHING. In fact it looks like someone just kicked him in the nuts. His stare pierces the moment. Sensing a good exit, I buy both ladies one last drink and move on. Not a lot of ladies tonight like I mentioned before..."HEY VALENTINO... CHECK OUT THAT BABE....." thanks V, you come though again. I see "M" sitting alone and nervously looking at her watch. I take my own advice about not waiting too long after finding a nice girl and somersault over. I invite myself to sit down. "M" can best be described as a little rough around the edges, but very pretty and sexy. She has dark brown hair..a killer body. She is wearing a blouse exposing her very flat stomach- a real hard body. She also had tiny bags under her eyes that I found cute. "WHO YOU TRYING TO FOOL....FOOL... BAGS ARE CUTE???? shhh V. "What?" she says. nothing darling, nothing. I offer her my hand. She shakes and half smiles. OH OH. Not a great beginning. I am leaving in a few hours for Miami and I decide take a chance with "M".


NOW THIS SECTION SHOWS WHY IT IS SOOOOO IMPORTANT TO BECOME FLUENT IN SPANISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Not just learn it but becoming FLUENT. Our conversation begins about the usual suspects. She is a Tica, she lives alone, she has an older boyfriend that lives in Miami "OUCH!!!!! THAT ONE HURT!!!!! yes it did Lil V it hurt alot. She starts to loosen up a bit and I ask her back to my room. "$70 is all I have sweetheart, but I really like you". Out of her seat in a flash we head out the door. I always walk to the Presidente, but on this Sunday night at 1:30 AM the street is desolate. I tell her that we should take a cab. "No way" she says "we will be alright". She folds her arms in front of her and starts walking ahead of me. Like I said, she is a little rough around the edges and wanted to show me that she can take care of herself. I do ,however,get a chance to see her from behind, and she is exquisite. I walk up next to her. She does not flinch. No hand holding here that's for sure. We register and head up. Nothing going to happen in the elevator either, except for that fucking mirror. I hate that fucking mirror. It just ruined my life!!!!!!!!!! "EASY PAPI ...GET BACK TO THE STORY" sorry V.
We enter and she takes off her jean jacket. WOW. Truly a gorgeous creature I have. She plops on the bed looking straight ahead watching TV. I am not going to give up on this babe. Not by a long shot. I sit next to her and notice a scar on her hand. She tells me that it happened in a knife fight with a guy who had messed with a member of her family. She supposedly got the better of him. "He moved out of town when I mentioned to him that I had been in prison. I made a lot of friends in prison and still have a lot of friends. If anyone goes in that I want dead,, they are DEAD". "HEY LUMPSTER...THERE IS A CRACK WHORE WITH NEEDDLES STICKING OUT OF HER SNATCH ON AVENIDA 2 CALLE 4 WHEN YOU GET DONE HERE.... HA HA". very funny V. I reach out and take her hand and I lightly kiss and caress her scar. She smiles for a moment. Could it be???? nope she quickly takes her hand back and excuses herself to the bathroom. We start to talk again and I mention that I admire her small tattoo. Oh it's fake she counters. "HE KNOWS PRINCESS..HE"S TRYING TO BREAK THAT ICE COCOON YOU ARE ENVELOPED IN"..."really" I say "it looks so real". "Do you like tattoos"" I ask. "Actually I hate them." "HA HA HA HA HA" Voice can't help himself. You see guys I have a tattoo. Actually, I have 4 tattoos one of which covers half my back (hence my e-mail addy). "Well, I am in trouble" I say to her as I turn around and take off my shirt. I think she is stunned for I hear nothing for a few seconds. Next sound I think I am going to hear is the door slamming and footsteps running down the hall. Suddenly, I feel her fingers outlining the edges of the tattoo on my back. I don't like tattoos because they are pernmanent she says. Well, "M", ALL of my tattoos represents a very important part of my life. Like this one is for my father. He passed away when I was young. "You don't believe in religion do you?"..she asks. "Well although I do not practice openly, I do believe in it yes". I also believe in past lifes. "PAST LIFES.... BOY YOU DUG THAT ONE OUT OF YOUR ASS!!!!!!!!. Easy V. I am on a roll.....if you have any suggestions little voice I am open. This honey is tougher to crack than the hope diamond. Silence from lil V. I relate to "M" about a book written by a Miami psychiatrist called "Many Lives... Many Masters" As I am babblering on.. I notice something totaly unbelievable. "M" has changed. Really changed. Her face is softer, her body language has relaxed...she is a different but still gorgeous woman. She is hanging on my every word. I got her!!!!!!!! I talk shit that I have never talked before. If the author of the book had been in the room, he would have rolled up in a ball sobbing and clapping. Apparently "M" did have an interest in this subject and had not shared it with me immediately. Then the unthinkable. She leans over and kisses me on the cheek. A soft kiss I could barely feel. "PAST LIFES HOLY SHIT.....IT TOOK FUCKING PAST LIFES... I"M GOING TO SLEEP". good see ya V. I reach out and trace the outline of her face with my hand. She closes her eyes and smiles. I knew she liked the easy touch...but that will change....trust me.
We kiss lightly for a few moments and she once again disapears into the john. I hear the shower running and smile. She emerges wrapped only in a towel. As she was wearing jeans before, I now behold her shapely legs. AWESOME. I am so proud of myself for having gotten through to her, but am not letting my guard down. Then I think for a moment. Should I go for broke with the candles. Yes the candles.


OK GUYS MUSHY ROAD AHEAD AGAIN USE CAUTION!!!!!!!!


Before I left, I bought cheap ass emergency candles. 20 for $3. Don't know about you guys but the flickering light of a candle is way cool. Right lil V.. "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ".
"I have a surprise for you" I say strutting like a peacock. I open the drawer and emerge with the box of wonder lights. "OH, you are a romantic. I think romance does not work, and I read that 88% of all romantics end up with fucked up lifes." The look on my face may had made her sense that I have just swallowed 23 lbs of shit. "I STILL HAVE THAT ROPE BOSS.....I KNEW YOU WOULD FUCK THIS UP!!!!!! I ignore lil V. Ok no more Mr. nice guy. "Well sweeheart, I am a romantic because that's who I am. I will put these way...I am truly sorry." She definitely sees the irritation on my face. I absolutely swear the towel came off as she sprinted over to stop me. Now get this lil V "Besides" I told her "I must be one of the 12% that succeed because I found you and you make me feel very happy". Joe Frazier could not have knocked for a loop quicker than that last shot. She just stood there looking at me, when I mention that she had dropped her towel. Without pause, she hugs me and gives me as passionate a kiss as I have ever had. I light the candles and my clothes come off in a flash. It's my turn first. I won't go into lurid details, but her completely shaved pussy tasted wonderful (I like this trend, the shaving that is). She reaches up and almost lifts me on top of her. Now she takes out a little bottle of lube and spreads the gunk on little lumps. I had forgotten for a second why she was doing it then I remembered it was so the rubber would go on easier. Panting, she asks me for a condom. I reach over.."BRO AS MUCH AS THIS BABE HAS MADE YOU WORK...YOU HAVE GOT TO GIVE HER THE PISTON COCK TREATMENT" you sure voice?. "YEAH MAN, BESIDES SHE SMEARED THAT SHIT OVER YOU DICKIT'S GOT TO LESSEN THE EFFECT RIGHT" Good point V. I crack open the Trojan condom and I swear I can hear those lady trojan scientists cackling in the background. It goes on and sure as shit no sensation. But I have just hatched a diabolical plan my brothers. oh yes, I have a plan.


We make love for a while and finally she gets on top. She enjoys herself for a few moments and then has the most fantastic fake orgasm I have ever seencomplete with twitching at the end. "That was great, UHH... did you cum yet?" "No sweetheart, I was waiting for you" "YEAH AND HIS DICK IS MORE NUMB THAN DAN QUAYLE" V don't quit your day job. Excuse me darling, but I have one last surprise. I duck into the bathroom, peel off the the Trojan, rinse my PeePee and reach into my bag. "Here honey this is for you". "Nice".. she says. Actually I did not know what it was when I first saw it and neither does she. Yeah, guys Lumps pulled no stops and bought a "POCKET ROCKET". Actually 2 of them. Guess who got the other one? "THE CRACK WHORE????" Don't quit your night job either lil V.
As I hand her a pack of AA batteries, I take the opportunity and retrieve a Lifestyles. We start again, and soon I see "M" have a real "O". This time she was much quieter, but the look on her face made lil V blush. I soon follow her orgasm and we lay in each other arms. Not a word is spoken for a while. We are both very tired. I caress her face and she moves my hand away. Damn this girl won't quit. "If you do that I will fall asleep" Which translates to "Please do that again, I really like it". I caress again and soon her eyes close.


Moral of the story??? What started out as a tough talking streetwise cynical pro, ended up as a sweet, beautiful, tender, young woman falling asleep in my arms (and with a Pocket Rocket clutched in her hand like a field mouse in an eagle's claw"


I look over at the clock. 45 minutes before my wake up call rings. No matter I can drift off.. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH THE ROOF IS CAVING IN BOSS, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!!" I am jolted awake after a few moments by the sound of the loudest snore I have ever heard. I have to laugh. A perfect ending to a perfect vacation. I spend the last few moments studying "M" as she snores. What do you think V?.. "OK..OK SHE LOOKS PRETTY CUTE WHEN SHE SNORES.... OK". I agree V.
Up in a flash and out the door. I am running late to the airport admiring "M's" post nasal drip problem. As the taxi drives me to the airport, I contemplate my next trip. Santo Domingo, I think.. maybe Puerto Plata I don't know. I am depressed. I miss my Tica. I stare off thinking about everything and nothing. I arrive at the airport 1:45 hours early and find only 3 people ahead of me in line. Bag checked, I venture outside to light one up. Here they come. American girls and ladies of all ages checking in for their own flight home. "OYE MAMITA I HAVE 2 WORDS FOR YOU.SLIM FAST!!!!!!!!!"


Yep V, vacation's over and we are going home We are definitely going home.


I hope you guys enjoyed my story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until next time(hopefully Nov 30 weekend- the last week for both college and nfl games).

PS I have a web site up with this report (and a link to my april 2001 report) There are a couple of pics of the room.
http://lumpscostarica2.homestead.com/index.html

Just wanna thank you, Lumps, for an OUTSTANDING report...like the internal dialog! I work hard on my Spanish and love to speak but man I can see where your total proficiency is really opening up a lot of nuance.

Also I definitely hear you about the elevator mirror (I'm in my late 40s). But aren't you going a bit hard on yourself to let it put an end to a wonderful thing you were having with your student friend (if I was understanding you right?) Well I don't mean to pry but couldn't help commenting on all that, it WAS mushy but...well guess I'm a bit mushy too.

Lumps! Absolutely fantastic trip report. You're setting a new standard hear for journalistic excellence!

Working on my fluency, but since I moved from Miami a few months ago I don't get to practice as much. Back to Colombia in Nov, I just hope trip report is as good as yours.

hey guys thanks for the kudos. I'll be returning 11-30 thru 12-03. Hope to see some of you there...

P.S. Guys keep working on your spanish. I know it is very hard to learn another language (I took 3 years of high school French). Trust me it will pay off..
Thanks again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!