For those of you who like straight trip reports... ahem... I tend to make these occasions for essays.

In this report, I'd like to discuss friendship and favorita-ism with chicas, negotiations, and hanging with mongers. Along the way, I'll also touch on music, dates with pregnant chicas (you think you're surprised?), and how two chicas, toda la noche, sometimes do not a happy gringo make.

I'll also devote more words to helpful monger advice in this report than I've done in some time, because even an experienced monger makes mistakes, such as I made on this trip, as it might do well for newbies to take a lesson from that.

Some of you know me as a frequent visitor to San Jose, as someone who always enjoys showing newbies the ropes as others have shown me, and also as that crazy gringo who takes off his clothes and jumps on the bar at the Park Hotel, and joins in the live sex show. It's all just good clean fun on a Friday night, boys.

Thursday Night: Arrival

I've come to find that I travel to San Jose as much for companionship and social fun as for sex. This all took place this past Labor Day. The report was delayed for obvious reasons.

There was a full crew at the Presidente that weekend, including Ace00, whom I've come to think of as my travel buddy par excellence, being just the right amount of mellowness and looking-for-troubleness, MilkManDan, a cool dude, bravely fighting off middle age like myself (he's just on the cusp of it; I'm right at the middle), Shamas, a very experienced monger and excellent story teller, but only visiting SJO for the first time, Abuelo, 69 years old, and what a card, Acatman, whom I didn't get to spend much time with, but seems to be a real nice guy, plus Thanatos, whom I met in only in passing. In addition, TampaGringo put in an appearance, a rare and treasured thing these days.

The girls were clearly prepared for a busy weekend: many monger venues was packed with chicas, even on Sunday. And, of course, the town was buzzing because there was a big pre-world-cup soccer match, which Costa Rica won.

The Presidente was crowded. The new lobby looks great. It's nice in that now when you sign in your girls, the guest book has its own place on the side of the reception area, and there's plenty of room.

Upon arrival on Thursday night, I called A., my favorita numero uno. In what is becoming a standard disclaimer for me, I don't like to mention names of the girls, only initials. Now that I have gotten to know some of the girls rather well, I know they're a bit reluctant about getting described on the web. I don't want to impose my feelings about this on anyone else. If anyone plans on visiting San Jose, and wants to know the name of anyone mentioned, please feel free to e-mail me, and I'll let you know in a private conversation.

A., unfortunately, had baby sitter problems and couldn't join me that night. I decided to head over to the Park Hotel, not really expecting to find a substitute, and fully expecting to continue on to the Del Rey. For newbies, especially those without any Spanish, start at the Del Rey. The girls are prettier, and speak more English. They're also more expensive, and lately girls from other countries sometimes outnumber the native Ticas and their neighbors, the Nicas. In general, the local girls are less overtly mercenary than the ones who come from far away to work here for a few months.

Upon arriving at the Park Hotel around 10 PM, I found it had been a slow night, and all of the better girls had already left. I had a drink or two, but rather than head over to the Del Rey, I realized was a little too tired and not in the mood to deal with the sharks. So I had a drink with Mg., who's 27, not particularly pretty, decent not great shape, but generally OK. I'd seen her dance in the show and remembered that she had incredible nipples... like a Filipina's. We talked a bit, and I arranged to take her back to the Presidente for an hour or two.

Just before we were about to leave, G., who's not pretty at all, but has a very wonderful personality, and whom I always talk with, came over. She said that one of the day girls was there that night and needed help. That was Er., who was actually quite pretty: very petite, nice long brown hair, 22, and a very cute face. If you like small tits with teensy tiny pink nipples, she's your girl. She had been talking to some gringo for a while (else I would have talked to her), but he had left. G. knew I was bueno; she said that someone had reported Er. as a bad mother, which she wasn't, but the authorities had taken her baby, and she needed work so she could get some money together to solve her problem and get her baby back. Er. came over and cried on my shoulder for a while. G. also knows I take two girls with me quite a lot. I took Mg. and Er. back with me.

Here's where my long standing advice about trying to arrange threesomes with two girls who are best friends comes in. It didn't really matter to me that night, but Mg. and Er. hardly knew each other. So rather than working together to make me happy, they sort of took turns, with Mg. going first because she had to get home to her kids. She did an excellent job, very sweet, sucks and f--ks quite well, though I held back since I knew I had a second girl. She showered and left as Er. started. Unfortunately Er. was not very good; probably because she was having such a bad day. Good oral, but poor f--king. Bottom line: two second string girls and no satisfaction makes for a mucho unhappy gringo. But I was nice to her; I could see that her problems were real, and so I sent her off the next morning with a big hug and a good pep talk.

I had the whole weekend ahead of me.

Friday: New and Old Friends

I met up with Shamas the next morning; we went down to the little grocery on Avenida Central, got some water and sundries, and called a few of the crew. I spoke with Abuelo on the phone, and then Shamas and I went over to the Del Rey for lunch, where we ran into Acatman.

Shamas is an excellent guy with lots of experience traveling the world and lots of stories. He's a big guy with a big personality. He also has gray hair in a ponytail that goes down to his waist: this amused the girls to no end. Very good mongering buddy, and in general a good guy to have a beer with. He fits right into SJO... he's a mix of so many things: responsible position in a big company, yet an ex-air force good 'ol boy from Kentucky with a love for common folk and uncommon whiskey. Shamas, I regret we didn't get out to a good restaurant or two... but as I told you, you don't visit Costa Rica for the cuisine... unless you count eating pussy.

That afternoon, I had my eye out for V., whom I've known for over a year. She used to work at the Park Hotel, but now she's at the Del Rey. She's 19, slim, big tits, cutesy face, outstanding oral skills.

I've always been of the TampaGringo school when it comes to negotiating. Chat in Spanish, ask about their families, learn a bit about them, establish they're good personalities, let them see you'll treat them with respect, and then just take them back, do what you want and pay them what you think they're worth. That won't work with a shark. It works with girls with babies who have responsible personalities. The key is identifying that they're not a tiburona.

V. doesn't have a baby, and isn't the most responsible person, but I knew her from before. We chatted a bit, and I took her back to the Presidente. I gave her some black thigh highs to put on, took some photos, and after a bit of kissing, enjoyed her excellent oral skills. In a land of very wet blow jobs, hers is one of the wettest, and I let her continue her oral examination for quite some time. As far as the sex goes, she's not the type to be very hot about it; frankly, sometimes she's on her own planet. But she never ignores the client's needs. And after the night before, I needed release. Overall, I thought she was worth $80 for about two hours, and that's what I gave her. In fact, there was never a discussion about la plata. Normally I don't report exactly what I pay, but since some posters have been aghast at the girls at the Del Rey getting $100 during low season, I guess I should report any Del Rey transactions. Me, I continue to believe the Park Hotel girls are a better value, if you're not exclusively into model types.

After we finished, I found that Ace, my excellent travel buddy, whom I did not expect this weekend, had suddenly turned up. That was a joy. MilkManDan also arrived a day later than expected, i.e., after I had given up on him. Turns out his connecting flight the day before had been cancelled.

And best of all (no offense, Ace and MilkManDan), favorita number one, A., had a sitter for a few hours, and could come right over. I guess it turned out for the best that I hadn't enjoyed the previous night, because I was ready immediately, even though I'd just had V... and I don't mean Viagra.

Once she arrived, though, I called up LurkerBoyFromNJ (I've "assigned" him a handle since he doesn't have one; he's never ever posted, to my knowledge), and invited he and E., my favorita number two down to socialize for a while with A. and me. A. and E. are best friends. LurkerBoyFromNJ is romantically inclined toward E., so if he's in town, I don't mind stepping back and letting him bogart E... particularly since he seems to make her happy. You'll have to read all my previous posts going back to August 2000 to get the history of A., E., LurkerBoyFromNJ and I. Those reports are split between clubhombre and redsnake.

We had a lovely time catching up and chatting, all four of us. We looked at photos of our last trip. We talked about the girls' families. E. brought down some fruit (I always forget the name.. cherotes, I think?). The girls have come to realize I'm a different sort of gringo, and that I'll do things like a normal (to them) person would, such as eat a central American fruit. LurkerBoyFromNJ wouldn't even taste it. They're good and they're sweet, guy, just like our favorita's pussies!

It was a short but wonderful visit. Remember hanging out with other couples back in college, before anybody got married? It was exactly like that. The only thing missing was a broadcast of Saturday Night Live. After a while, I graciously asked E. and LurkerBoyFromNJ to excuse us, so A. and I could enjoy ourselves. And boy did we ever; A. even more than me.

Favoritas and Mongers

As if I haven't already gotten up there, let me get on my soapbox now. I see so many postings on the boards, especially the TJ boards about how favoritas are both a blessing and a curse. The curse seems to be that they get possessive. Even worse, 90% of the time the possessiveness seems to stem from guarding a source of income as opposed to appreciating someone who's nice to them. (I should mention I have been to TJ)

It may just be that Tica's and Nica's are different than Mexicans. Who knows. I've been with A. about twenty to twenty five full nights. I've been with E. probably about fifteen full nights (mostly all three of us together). Here's what I think it takes to make a favorita relationship work, and what you can get from such a working relationship.

. On the part of the gringo: it takes respect, generosity both material and spiritual, and a commitment to the responsibilities that come with friendship.

. On the part of the chica: it takes a willingness to trust. That's probably a harder thing to do on her part than what the gringo has to do.

We manage this through a lot of mutual respect, caring, and well voiced, well defined expectations.

I make clear for my part that I'll always give them the majority of my nights... usually it comes to about three quarters of all nights that I stay in Costa Rica. That I'll pay them a good but not overly generous pay. I also bring them gifts, take them shopping for clothes and shoes (almost but not every trip), and sometimes treat them to extras (a cell phone once, for example). If they've had a problem, like for example once when one of them wasn't able to work for a few weeks because she hurt her foot, I help them with extra money. In all, I probably have spent almost, though not quite as much on these two Park Hotel girls as if they had been a series of Del Rey girls (though had I had a single Del Rey girl that many nights, she would certainly have demanded much, much more).

The boundary of the relationship is clearly defined, i.e., we've talked about it all together, and that is that I do not want a romantic relationship.

We have fun in and out of bed, we do social things like the movies, and every so often I call them from the states to see how they are.

They study me and give me the most amazing sex, often initiating things that I didn't even know I wanted. And just as importantly, they give me excellent "hanging out" type companionship. And I've really grown to admire them.

Seeing their examples: two young girls working so hard for their kids -- one appreciates their strength in the face of loneliness and the bad things that can come with this job. Both of these girls are as fine a person as anyone I've ever met.

The girls from the Park Hotel have very low expectations... for someone to come along and treat them well for a long period of time is nothing short of miraculous. Up till me, and now LurkerBoyFromNJ, I don't think they ever met a man who was only good to them. I think other relationships with every other man they've ever known had been either bad, or a mixture of bad and good. A. lost her mother at 13, and her father's an alcoholic. E. comes from at least two generations of women whose husbands beat them. A.'s worked at the Park Hotel for about two years, E. for about one and one half.

And as far as the jealousy that you always hear about on the part of TJ favoritas: I go with at least two or more other girls every other trip, and they're not jealous. They trust that they'll get the majority of my nights, and should there ever be a change they'll get fair notice.

And I feel that between the absolutely superlative sex and the first class companionship, having these two favoritas is a wonderful thing for me.

Hey! I'm a BFE!

Back to our story. The other nice thing about a favorita is that she relaxes and enjoys the sex, which heightens my enjoyment. That afternoon, though, A. may have stretched it; I may have to start charging her. She's gotten to the point that she's so relaxed with me that I'm becoming the BFE - her "boyfriend experience." It's almost as if she's making up for all the other sex she has on the job that isn't satisfying. That afternoon she came five times in maybe forty five minutes. I was laughing at her by the time we were done. I wish I had a picture of her face - she had the most sheepish expression when she saw how amused I was. But I sure enjoyed racking up a second. It was great.

We've really come to share a lot of intimacies. One of my best monger buddies, DearJohn, always says that if I don't watch it, I'm going to end up getting married to A. and E... and then he says in the next breath, that for all intents and purposes, I already am. A. had to run back home right afterwards, but she had arranged that she'd have a sitter for Saturday night and Sunday so I was happy.

By the way, guys, let me tell you all something: when you take a girl for the first night, and it seems she goes wild and has multiple orgasms - sorry, guys, odds are she's faking it! How do I know my favorita isn't faking it? I don't really! One thing to look for: when a Tica or Nica has an orgasm - their personality changes. They can get bubbly, or even more sensual, or sort of sheepish, or kind of shy... but the point is you see a change. If she's still doing things to heighten your enjoyment, like scratching your back... it was a fake orgasm.

A Musical Interlude

Let's divert to a discussion of music and its ability to enhance mongering. I always bring down a computer, since I often get in a little work while in San Jose. This time I brought down a small pair of speakers, and a CD full of MP3's. I had RIPped a bunch of CD's that I own, and then logged into the Kazaa service (highly recommended), and downloaded all the Latin and Dance music that I could find listed as current hits at Billboard, or songs of Latin artists I'd seen reviewed in the NY Times.

The chicas all loved it. It's just a little something more to make them feel comfortable. And when they're more comfortable, you're happier. Plus, I enjoyed having music too.

A couple of other notes. First of all, showing them how to choose songs was a hoot, and they really loved being able to do something on the computer. Secondly: I don't know if there are any music industry executives reading this, but let me tell you, you guys really misread the MP3 phenomena. I downloaded, probably about a hundred songs. I have already bought ten CD's as a direct result, and I'll probably buy a couple more. I simply don't see how free MP3 distribution can do anything but propel music sales, or how it's any different than radio. Not only that, but because I downloaded artists that I only had read about or seen on lists, I even ended up with a new favorite artist - La India, the Cuban salsa singer. What a voice!

Park Hotel Show: Cameo Appearance By Tampa Gringo

Back to my monger buddies. It was approaching Friday night, and time for my favorite activity, the Park Hotel show. Ace, Shamas and I went over together.

We got there early, and the place was already packed. We did manage to find a few seats at the bar, and some of the girls came up to say hi to me. And then who should pop up but Tampa Gringo.

It was the first time he'd been to the Park Hotel since May. And this was pretty much an accident: he needed to use a fax machine. He's now officially engaged, ring and all, and retired from the monger scene. He's very happy and doing well.

We had a great chat about various girls that we both knew, either current or retired, various mongers, the Park Hotel, and the English school he and his fiancée are opening up in SJO.

It seems like two of the highlights of my weekend were unexpected visits with other mongers - Ace00 and Tampa Gringo. I guess what it means is this: I've come to associate SJO with friendship and intimacies. Ironic, isn't it? A place where we go to have sex and temporary intimacy with as many girls as we can, and I go there for friendship and (what's getting to be) long term intimacy. But I've always been a contrary type of guy.

Soon, most of the girls had come up to the bar to say hi, because they know me as a gringo bueno, and besides, I always buy them drinks. I introduced all of them to Shamas; Ace already knew most of them. At one point I went to the corner near the front of the bar, and got drink orders for several girls in the corner, went back to the bar, and got them drinks.

I try to treat all the girls at the Park Hotel well because sooner or later I take a lot of them back to the Presidente with me. (And of course, even if I don't take them back to the Presidente, chances are I want them to be extra nice to me when I get naked and hop up during the show). I want to have a reputation as a good gringo. When a Park Hotel girl sees you as a friend and a good person, they treat you really, really well. It ties into the "low expectations" that I discussed before, and in my previous posts. And besides, I find many of them interesting, and like being friends with them.

Ace has also been building an excellent reputation amongst the girls there. Of course the other thing about when the girls like you is that those who have phone numbers (not all do) give them to you if you ask. If I want a Park Hotel girl who works nights to come by for an afternoon date, or a Sunday date (their usual day off), I can usually make that arrangement.

The show finally rolls around. I think this is the first show out of the twenty odd I've attended that neither of my favoritas, A. and E,. is dancing in.... that's a little weird. But the girls come out, and as soon as they're oiled up and the bathing suits off, R. and En. invite me up on the bar.

I normally wear an old polo shirt and shorts to the show, so I can take them right off. I got up on the bar, and started licking R.'s panocha while En. sucked me. They switched a few times during the show. I love doing that, it was great. And then Bill, when he started pouring champagne all over the place splashed some cold champagne all over my belly... that was a surprise.

All the other gringos go wild when I jump up and participate. Well, don't just stand there, next show, you jump up there too. Thanatos almost did this time, but chickened out at the last minute. And on the side, Abuelo was very busy licking as much pussy as he could.

If you were to jump up there like me, you'd find there's always plenty of condoms up there (the girls tell me Bill tells them that they can't do BBBJ out in public like that).

Afterwards, I always tip the girls that do me during the show. Of course sometimes that's a problem, because as many as five girls have taken turns, and I don't always see who's done what! Usually I give them about 2000c each. That night, because only R. and En. did me, I gave them each 3000c. Compare that to lap dances for about five or six songs here in the states... I guess that's why I go to CR so much. As Chris Rock says, "no matter what the stripper tells you, there's no sex in the champagne room."

After the show, they give out the T-shirts, and have the blow job raffles. I think it was Thanatos that came by and gave me an extra ticket, saying I deserved to win a blow job after that. I gave the extra ticket to Shamas, and the ticket won. I believe he chose J., who's fairly new, nice eyes, quite pretty. Ace took R. to a room; she's pretty, but sometimes has an attitude problem. I hung around a bit, but didn't really want anyone tonight, since I had two in the afternoon. When they were all done the three of us took a cab back.

A bit of advice about the blow job raffles: if you win, upgrade. I forget whether it's 3000c or 5000c to upgrade to full service. Just do it. The girls deserve it.

Saturday: Magical Realism in San Jose

The next morning was actually quite a treat, and very different than my usual morning. I had breakfast with the bachelors in the hotel restaurant. Normally, when I have my favoritas over for toda la noche, they sleep late the next morning, and I order room service about five minutes before they stop serving breakfast. Anyways, they don't like to go down and eat breakfast in the café in their short skirts from the Park hotel.

Ace, Shamas, MilkManDan, Abuelo, myself, and if I've forgotten anyone one please excuse me, pushed together three or four tables in the café, and drank coffee and chatted for a couple of hours. A lot of fun. The highlight was Abuelo telling about his only other trip to San Jose... fifty years previously. He also mentioned he'd had girls in Mexico City at around the same time for three dollars. What happened all those years in between? Marriage and family. I should note that every time that Abuelo would leave a room that trip, someone would invariably say "I want to be just like him when I'm his age."

Later that morning, my favorita, A., called. More baby sitter problems. Major bummer for me, but that pales in comparison with her financial insecurity and inconvenience due to missing work and not being available for her best customer. I told her not to worry about our continuing relationship. And I also asked for the phone number of En., another Park Hotel girl whom I afterwards made an appointment with for the afternoon.

En. is a little different than some of the other Park Hotel girls. She's 33, very pretty figure (when MilkManDan asks me "who was the flacca," it can only be a model type). And she's very bright and loves to read good literature, which I learned on my last trip. At the show the night before I'd asked which of the Garcia Marquez novels she'd read. So before she came over, I went out to a book store and bought two Garcia Marquez (which she hadn't read) and an Isabelle Allende book for her. While I don't normally give presents to a non-favorita, I guess I was so impressed by someone in her position who still found it possible to pursue great literature, that I wanted to do something special.

And of course, when she arrived, she really appreciated it, and took extra special care of me. Though it wasn't the same as a session with one of my favoritas, it was quite nice, and the fact that she really loved the gift made it easier for her to enjoy it as well. Excellent sex and a warm, very friendly time together. Afterwards, we ordered dinner from room service.

Saturday Night: To Fiesta Or Not To Fiesta

That night Ace and I went to the show together. Lots more good talk with fellow mongers. I didn't jump up on the bar... I usually just do that one time per trip. The star of the show that night was M., a fresh new face there... a petite little nymph that danced as sexy as a showgirl, and even did a split on the bar. Oddly, though, when I reached up to the bar to lick her pussy, she put her hand over it, as if she were shy about that.

After the show, Ace proposed a group, with the two of us, and two or three girls. I'm usually amenable to that. We thought we'd start by asking Maria if she'd like to join us. I told her we were interested in a party and asked if she had a best friend there. She looked like we were from outer space. We figured she was very new, and moved on.

We struck a deal with J., a pretty girl mentioned earlier, and D., a young girl with Indian features, specifying everything we would do, and at what price. Given that I hadn't been with either before, and didn't know either of them, I wanted to make sure everything was understood. We arranged we would leave a little later. In between that time, however, I noticed J. talking to R. Those who read my last trip report know that we had some attitude problems with R. in a five person fiesta.

Shortly afterwards, J. came by to say that she was OK with four in a room, but didn't want to switch between guys. I presumed R. had told her to take that tack and ask for more money. I said, thanks but no thanks. We cancelled the fiesta. I took D. back to the Presidente, just the two of us, and Ace chose S., who has possibly the sweetest personality of the girls at the Park Hotel. I felt bad for J., losing our business entirely, but sometimes you have to be that way.

D. has a nice body, and it was a good, if not great session. D. has just started coming to the Park Hotel in the evenings... she used to go there only during the days, and in fact, I'd noticed her in the days there, but never caught her for a date. Good oral, in particular.
She's yet another interesting case. She has a homemade tattoo on one of her breasts... it was clearly a gang related tattoo. I asked her about it, and she just said it was the past. Now she's yet another of these young women working hard to support their young children.

Sunday: The Importance of Being Felix

All us bachelors had breakfast again the following morning. MilkManDan had been prowling for non-working girls in the discos of San Jose. Ace had been very, very happy with S. (I asked E. if she had her number, so he could arrange a Sunday date with her, but S. didn't have a telephone).

That afternoon, Ace and I went over to the Park Hotel to hang out and have drinks. I'd already made an evening appointment. Ace went upstairs with D. that afternoon at the Park Hotel. Luckily, knowing it was a holiday weekend, she'd stopped by to see if there were any gringos there that afternoon, so Ace had a nice time.

A bit later, we went to the Del Rey for drinks. I hadn't really figured on making another date before my later one, but I saw a friend of V.'s there. I had told V. the other day that if I ran into them Sunday, maybe I'd take V. and her friend. But I ran into V. just as she was leaving. She had mentioned me to her friend, and the friend came over.

Here's where I tell you about how even a seasoned monger can make mistakes. This girl, the friend, was a shark.

This girl, G., is a Tica, no kids, very light brown, almost blonde hair, gray eyes, light complexion... she looks almost like a Long Island JAP (next to Dominicanas, the women with the strongest libidos in the world, in my opinion). She has big, beautiful tits, which I later found to be enhanced.

It was just sheer laziness on my part, that plus just an assumption that any friend of V.'s would be all right. Like Felix Ungar said, when you assume, you make an "ass" of "u" and "me." I sure did.

Let's describe what happened, along with my mistakes. Learn from these, newbies:

. We chatted a little, we talked about V. She actually had some negative things to say about her friend. At the time I saw that as honest, but in retrospect, I see it as heartless and indicative of a lack of character.

. I told her $80, but didn't set conditions. You must set the conditions when you haven't been with them before.

. Preparing to walk back, she asked if her friend R. could wait at the Hotel Presidente for us, because it was the last appointment of the day and they were going home together. I said yes, since she was a friend of V. This should have been a sign to me she wanted to rush.

. Instead of waiting in the lobby of the Presidente, R. asked if she could wait upstairs. No big deal, but anything can happen when there are two new girls you don't necessarily trust in your room. But again, there was a high degree of trust, because it was V.'s friend.

. Upstairs, she asked for the money before the sex. This is always against my rules. But again, because it was a friend of V.'s, I thought I'd bend a little. But at that point, I knew this would not be a good session.

. Blow job was covered. I think that was only my second covered bj there in a year, excepting when I jump on the bar at the Park Hotel. I'm definitely spoiled by the Park Hotel girls, whom I don't even have to ask for a BBBJ. G. refused to go uncovered.

. She wouldn't kiss. Major disappointment, because I thought her pierced tongue was sexy.

. She wouldn't f--k. She said my cock was too big. At that point I politely threw them both out. Mind you, as G. dressed, her friend R. said that because the two of them had no kids, they couldn't take big cocks. What is the world coming to, whores with tiny pussies? I guess it's just a case of lying sharks. By the way, I don't use that term - whore - lightly.

Obviously, since I had already paid them, I didn't ask for the money back. You don't ever get money back from a whore. It was a disappointment. The lesson is simple: complete negotiations anytime you're with someone you don't know from the Del Rey. I wasn't too pissed off, in that I had another girl coming two hours later. I headed back to the bar, and hung out a little while.

Madame X., My Mamacita

X. came by on time. X. is seven plus months pregnant. I won't even use her real initial out of respect to her condition.

I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd make a date with a pregnant chica. I've known her for a few months, only been with her once (she was already pregnant, but I didn't know it), and we missed a couple of appointments (my fault; she thought at least once that she had a definite date with me for one night that I didn't follow up on).

She has a fantastic personality, and she was still looking for work even though she's showing. Seeing that, I knew she must need the money, so I asked her to come by. I didn't really expect to do anything with her except chat and have dinner. And I told her when she arrived, that whatever we were to do was up to her.

It actually turned out to be one of the best dates I had that weekend.

She's got a very warm personality, and we had a lovely chat to start out with. And then she said she was ready to work. When she got out of the shower, my jaw dropped. She has very big tits, which I already knew. Now she looked like a tank with tits... but incredibly attractive. I was so surprised that she could be so attractive in her condition.

We started out with lots of kissing and embracing, and then she gave me a fantastic blow job. It was really something, me lying on my back, and looking down at those two huge tits, with a big belly in between. It was a very wet BBBJ, and better than the one she had given me on our first date. I usually find that the chicas always put forth more effort on the second date. I think it's that now you're a repeat customer, and they really do draw a distinction, based on some things my favoritas have said.

We switched, and I ate her pussy. It wasn't any different than normal pussy eating. Actually, I was particularly patient, because I had no idea what to expect when it came to sex, and I wanted to make sure she was as lubricated as possible. In fact, I went at it for quite some time, till she actually came. She got extremely bubbly and giggly. I asked her when was her last orgasm, and she couldn't remember when. That's pretty much par for the course for a working gal.

Anyway, it was time for sex... and it was so cute the way she just automatically turned over to the doggie style position. We did a little missionary later. The sex was very, very good.

Afterwards, we lay around talking. We both enjoyed that. When a chica says "talk to me," I suggest talking, because you'll often find an interesting person.

We took a nice shower together, and then I called downstairs and sent a guard out to get us hamburgers from the Del Rey (the Presidente's restaurant had already closed). We then invited LurkerBoyFromNJ, Ace, and E. up, and we hung out, all five of us, for an hour or two.

Celebrating the Company of Gringos and Chicas

Shamas, who had left earlier that day, had given me a bottle of really good Kentucky whiskey. So we three hombres raised our glasses and toasted him. X. obviously couldn't have any in her condition, and E. doesn't drink at all. Mostly we talked about friendships between gringos and chicas, their lives and families, and what we gringos thought of the chicas in general.

In all, between the sex and the hanging out, X. was with me about six hours before I sent her home in a cab. I would have had her stay the whole night, but she had to get up at five. She is a really, really nice girl... my only regret is that she wouldn't let me take nude pictures of her in that condition. But that would have been too much to expect.

In a place where gringos' fantasies come true, sometimes the best experiences are the ones you didn't fantasize. What San Jose always teaches me is to appreciate what some of these girls, who have so little, give to me. It usually seems that when I go in with an open mind and generous heart that surprises happen, bringing me more than I pay for.

But I guess that's just life.

Wonderful report, Nononsense.

In defense of G. & R. who claimed you were too big for them, as one who saw your performance on the bar at the Park Hotel, I must say you could give John Holmes competition!

Best regards, Envious Abuelo

Nononsense,

Nice report. I like your writing style.

Questions:
Is that $100 (USD)?
Was that amount for all night or per session?

... (prog)

Thanks for the compliment. As to the second question, the only payments of mine that I quoted were $80, to each of the two Del Rey girls. The reference to $100 was to the standard $100 that all Del Rey girls ask for a short time, and which is the rate that many mongers gripe about when they see that some others pay it.