December is a good time to be in Buenos Aires, I thought , as I gazed past Moondog at the chicas in sundresses that paraded past our table at a side walk cafe in the Village of Recoleta. The chill of the South American winter had gradually given way to the bright sunshine of early summer.

There was just enough warmth to shed coats and long sleeves in favor of short sleeves, shorts and sun glasses, but the temperature was not yet hot enough for the sun's rays and the humidity to make it uncomfortable to sit outdoors. It was, in other words, perfect girl watching weather in an area of the world where the girls are well worth watching.

Moondog and I ordered pizza and drinks before launching into a spirited discussion of our past successes with and anticipated future conquests of the chicas of Buenos Aires. Mongering is not something I discuss at home with anyone, not friends, not workmates, and certainly not family. So it was gratifying to be able to speak openly of my needs and desires with someone who understands completely, because he too shares the same needs and desires. So there we were, two guys in our 50's soaking up the rays of the South American sun, chattering away about the secrets of satisfying women young enough to be our daughters. Damn, it felt good!

Like two testoserone-charged teenagers, Moondog and I would occasionally interupt each other to call attention to a scantily dressed chica heading in our direction. Sometimes, as the girl who had fallen under our lustful surveillance neared our table she appeared far older or plainer than she had seemed from a distance, a reminder that we were, after all, no longer eagle-eyed teen agers with perpetual hard ons, merely two near sighted, middle aged guys trying to preserve our virility for as long as possible. It should be pointed out that this realization in no way dampened our enthusiasm.

As we critiqued our escapades from the previous night , I confessed to Moondog that I had looked at his date, Elizabet, more than once with lust in my eyes. I was taken by her quiet ways and her curvacious body. And I had been pleasantly surprised to discover that she is much prettier in person than she appears in her pictures on the internet. Short blonde hair, big round eyes,busty with with a trim waist and nicely proportioned trasero.

Generous guy that he is, Moondog chuckled and invited me to give her a call. After he left town, of course. That's all I needed to hear.

Twenty-four hours later, with Moondog barely buckled into his seat for the return flight home, Elizabet and I, with an assist from Moondog's good friend Adriana, would offer a toast to Moondog before ripping off our clothes and hopping into la cama where I would offer a salute of a different sort. But I am getting ahead of myself.

I told Moondog how much I had enjoyed our night in Tigre with his friends and our dates. I liked Ricardo as much as I had imagined I would. He is an affable character who had possessed enough insight and drive to pioneer the on line adult entertainment industry in this part of the world. Equally important, he had been smart enough to involve Adriana in this enterprise.

Adriana is a beautiful, intelligent woman who understands men as well as she understands technology. Her philosophy of life is to live for the moment, since we do not know what the future may hold. Although she works hard, she is also capeable of setting aside work related concerns and squeezing the utmost enjoyment from the here and now. I had discovered this admirable quality about Adriana one afternoon when I took her to lunch at a restaurant near her office in Puerto Madero.

I assumed she would need to rush back to the office to do whatever it is Webmistresses do in the afternoon. Instead, she encouraged me to relax and enjoy myself, the company and the food. Several hours and a bottle of good wine later, I found myself humming as we parted. During our time together I came to know and appreciate Adriana for the fascinating, delightful woman she is.

She had shared with me her thoughts about politics, men in general, her friendship with Moondog in particular, the history of her involvement with Platynum and the other web sites that make up the escort empire of Argentina, her excitement about her new car, and a dozen other topics. I envy Moondog's close relationship with Adriana, and hope to spend more time with her myself on future trips to Buenos Aires.

Speaking of future trips, Moondog and I are planning another BA adventure three months hence. This time there will be no dates arranged in advance. We will be two guys on the prowl, trying to pick up a couple of sweet young things with our good looks, our wit, & our charm. Plan B is to offer them moe-nee.

Nice series of reports. Can't wait for the next time.

Enjoy the life,

Moondog

Given the description of yourselves I would opt for plan B first. lol.
Sounds like a nice trip. Maybre after I have redone LOS and passed through AC I might try BA