My reports may be less conquest and tip-oriented than most. My taste in sex-travel tends less towards trophies and butterfly-ing than exploring how deeply I can enjoy a "date." If you’ve ever savored a covered blow job because you were getting it from a nine from Colombia, my girls may not be your kind of girls. But no problem… you've got your tastes, I’ve got mine. (No CBJ's for this gringo!) Give me a reasonably pretty Tica or Nica who lets herself be carried away by sex with a gringo who treats her nice and besides, he really knows how to fuck… that’s the chica I keep going back to San Jose for. Errr… actually, quite a few of 'em by now.

This report, if you’ll allow me to use that term to describe this chronological hop scotch of an account, is of a recent four day trip, at the end of February, beginning of March.

Parties With Chicas and Friends or is That Redundant?

This happened on the second night of the trip, a Thursday, after my buddy Ace and I partied with my two favoritas, A. and E., the night before, and after my afternoon appointment with L. This narrative is in memory order, not chronological order.

My other pal, DearJohn, had arrived that afternoon. He and I have hung out together many times both in San Jose and DearJohn’s home city, and he's a good friend. DearJohn had suggested this evening's jacuzzi party at the Presidente with we three guys, and as originally planned, four chicas from the Park Hotel. I had called the chicas beforehand from the U.S. to make the arrangements.

The jacuzzi at the Presidente is nice and big. It easily fit us all. It’s on the roof, in an enclosed room with vents to let in the night air. They have a stereo system, and a bathroom. It’s a first class place for a party; you can reserve it an hour at a time, at no charge. The three of us booked one hour each back-to-back, so we had it reserved for nine to twelve that evening.

It turned out that someone had pushed us back an hour, to 10:00PM, and someone else was down for nine. I mentioned that I had an email confirmation. The desk clerk quickly located the email and gave us back the 9:00PM time. This is an excellent illustration of the level of service at the Presidente. They efficiently found they had made a promise and honored it.

We had arranged for the chicas to arrive early for dinner at the hotel restaurant. En., a pretty, willowy brunette, arrived first. X., a busty girl with a very pretty face, arrived next. Our other two girls were to arrive a little after nine (my favorita number one, A., who had her English class, and E., favorita number two).

We had an enjoyable dinner. The girls really like being treated as dates rather than workers; it makes a world of difference to their attitude during their work. Besides, these two are both smart and we had a nice conversation. Afterwards, we went upstairs where we gave them a few small gifts and hung out while we sorted some things out. When you know that a chica is a good worker and you intend to give them a gift… give it to them beforehand. When they're happy, you're happy.

A problem: one of the girls we were waiting for, A., had a baby sitting emergency and couldn’t come. Then E. flaked out because A. wasn’t coming (she doesn’t get on well with En.; she didn't feel like being there without A.). So En. called R., who’s her best friend at the Park Hotel, whom Ace and I already knew. This was more than a matter of a chica calling another with a good opportunity with a generous (I pay well, but not outrageously) gringo. This was also the girls knowing this was a job that they’d enjoy as well as profit by. R. arrived within fifteen minutes. I’ve described R. before, one of the prettiest girls at the Park Hotel, as looking like Elizabeth Hurley when she straightens her hair. Anyone who remembers the Park Hotel girl with the pretty figure and the big eyes – that’s her.

Once she arrived, Ace supplied bathing suits for the girls and the champagne, and off to the jacuzzi we went. DearJohn was already there soaking.

The bathing suits soon came off, and everyone had a relaxed but highly satisfying time. It makes a difference when the girls enjoy the company. Even R., who doesn’t like her work, was more enthusiastic than I’ve ever seen her. All the girls rotated around, and penetration under water was quite an experience. Note for those of you thinking that we might be ejaculating in the water: all penetration was “safe.”

Those of you who have read my previous reports may remember X. as the chica who recently had a baby, and who is less “hardened” than the other Park Hotel girls. She was having a particularly good time… she seemed to think that a dick in each hand was particularly worth grinning about. X. has put on weight recently, because the doctor put her on a supplement while breast feeding. She looks like a model from Voluptuous or Score magazine at the moment… but all natural. En. also had a few special moments: at one point she rode my lap, while the other girls sucked her nipples. The whole evening felt like one of those times when you’re consciously living a moment you’ll remember the rest of your life. We took our full three hours in the jacuzzi. Afterwards, being that it was DearJohn’s first night, he still wanted more, so he took X. and R. back to his room for a quickie second round.

Ace and En. and I hung out and chatted like the friends that we’ve become. Both of us have had her for four or five dates each. She’s slim, pretty, smart, and always has a great attitude. Afterwards, looking at the photos I was struck by how much we looked like college friends partying together.

I suppose I generally opt for a known good experience to an unknown new chica. Sort of along the lines of choosing a wine you know will be excellent instead of testing a few new imported beers. To each his own. And, of course, my buddies and I had to have been relaxed with one another and with ourselves to enjoy doing this in close quarters. Call it the fellowship of mongers. Myself, I probably enjoy sex more on a bed than in the water. I like to go at it hot and heavy for a long time, and the water was actually too relaxing. But perhaps because I was the coordinator in setting up everything I felt like the host, and it made me feel good to see that my buddies were having such a memorable time. Sipping champagne in a hot tub with naked women is delightful.

We gave the girls an extra $20 tip each on top of a good but not over generous wage and tip, because they were so gracious throughout, they were with us for a very long time, plus one came at a moment’s notice. They were thrilled.

A Hot Little Afternoon Number

The next afternoon, Friday, I had a date scheduled with J. whom I wrote about in my most recent report… she was the pretty Park Hotel chica trying to move over to the Del Rey, and who was the occasion for a discussion of prices. She's at the Del Rey now; but she stood me up. Doubtless I’ll find why next trip. I was free for the afternoon and wanted another chica; I wandered over to the Park Hotel. I don’t usually go for the day girls there, but I thought I’d see.

When I sat down, two girls I knew (one of them, An., a favorite of Ace and Wmax2) came over to say hi. I told An. that Ace would probably be in the next day, and Wmax2 the next week, so she was very happy. I bought a few drinks for the girls, telling them that I wasn’t interested, just being friendly. And then in walked M.

M. is a hot little firecracker who works days, but sometimes is in the Friday and Saturday night shows. She’s cute, very high energy, and loves to show off the goods, pulling her panties down like a two year old who’s just been potty trained. I had written about her in a September report last year as lighting the show up, but I hadn’t been able to arrange a date with her that night. I arranged one with her now, and we took a cab back to the Presidente.

I’ve always advocated a bit of conversation, a drink or dinner, and just general respect toward the girls to make sure they’re in a good frame of mind for sex. Here’s something else I do. Whether starting with oral sex for me, or vice versa, I usually like to perform oral on the girl until they have an orgasm before actual penetration.

Partly that’s because I like to make sure that the girl is well lubricated. But also, I’ve found that it’s the first orgasm that sets the girl off. It insures her job is pleasurable… at least that’s my impression. I've seen girls act differently after the first orgasm – they're more likely to be more themselves than however they acted before the orgasm. It provides a more natural encounter, a glimpse of how she might be if it weren’t work.

As for oral sex itself… I know some feel that they must be ultra-safe in this day and age. The fact is, if you don’t already know, the risk of communication of HIV via oral sex is only a few hundredths of a percent of the risk of communication during normal sex. There’s literally only one documented case of HIV absolutely known to have been communicated orally. You could look it up. But, mind you, other STD’s are easily transmitted orally, just not that one.

I don’t mean to disparage anyone, but I chuckle when I hear about guys giving a pocket rocket to the girl after they’ve (the guy) got off. First of all, wouldn’t it make more sense to get the girl off before she gets you off? The better the mood she’s in, the better she’ll make you feel. And secondly, I don’t want to sound like a freakin' Hallmark card, but wouldn’t your tongue give it a more personal touch?

M. had an earthquake of an orgasm courtesy of my tongue. She was still hot as a firecracker afterwards, but first we took a little break. I gave her a garter belt and stockings to put on, and she posed for photos. She was quite acrobatic, even doing some semi-contortionist things for the camera, and mugging shamelessly.

When we got down to normal sex, her game was totally on. I had her sweating and screaming. For a little girl, she likes it hard and deep. We both had a great time. At the end, after she’d had a few more orgasms, she said I’d killed her. Keep that in mind when I recount my date with L.

But she does have a serious side. Early in our session, I was on top, and we were kissing. My penis, uncovered, was rubbing against the outside of her vagina, something I know the girls love. I think she had a bit of apprehension that I might want uncovered penetration. As I reached over for the condom, she gave me a big grin and a thumbs up. I told her that I always use a condom for penetration.

After sex, we chatted. M. is definitely a party girl, I would guess she has a little drinking problem, too. She’s 22 or 23, has three kids, and recently lost her apartment. The kids have been living with an aunt, her twin sister, and she’s been staying with clients at the hotels for a month. I hope she can get her act together.

But compared to the other girls, she’s just not a business woman. That night at the Park Hotel, Ace made a date with her for after the show. Granted she’s a day girl, but all the night girls know both Ace and I as generous gringos who treat the girls like people… and all the girls there talk to one another about the gringos, believe me. (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had a first date with a girl, and she’s mentioned that so and so said I was a good man). Anyway, whether it was drinks or just that she wanted a younger guy, after the show M. went off with somebody else, even though Ace was right there. The next night, M. came over to me looking for business; I told her she had stood up my friend the night before… she didn’t reply, just wandered off.

Speaking of twins, when I found out that M. had a twin, I asked if she was in the same line of work… but no, the sister is conservative. I’ve been trying to line up twins for a date. Ace has a girl Lu. that he likes a lot, who he says is very enthusiastic. I’d made a date with her for one afternoon, but she no showed due to a family emergency. It turned out her twin sister was rushed to the hospital that day. I didn’t see Lu. this trip, but she lives with her best friend, who lives with a cab driver who often picks up business at the Park Hotel. So I asked the cab driver, as he drove M. and I over to the Presidente that afternoon, how Lu. and her twin were. The twin hasn’t yet recuperated, so I’m still on the lookout.

Like a Sex Machine

That night at the show, M. set the place on fire. She literally swung from the beams on the ceiling and looped her legs round the heads of the guys. Every man there thought she was the hottest little number in San Jose. Little do they know. I’ll tell you about the hottest chica in San Jose... at least in my opinion.

Some of you may not believe this next account, but I don’t care. I write for my journal, clean it up a little (i.e., you don’t need a blow by blow position history of each encounter), and post because I know some of us like a bit more introspection than your normal report. I guess that’s become my specialty: since I mostly stick to Park Hotel chicas these days, there’s no sense in writing a travelogue of monger stops. Frankly, my trips to San Jose are as much about finding out about me as about the sex I can cram into a few days. That’s probably a good sign, that in middle age I still believe there’s more to find out about myself.

So this part of the account is of the afternoon that L. had 21 orgasms in one session.

First, L. She’s a zaftig girl, a brick shithouse figure, big tits, big smile. She has a plain face, and a very warm personality. I make a date with her every trip. She truly enjoys sex and has a bottomless appetite for it. In that respect, I find her a kindred spirit. Sex is recreational, and sometimes even a team sport. Sometimes I approach it as if it were an extreme sport, something to test the limits of my endurance.

L. really warms up to me. She talks my ear off… which I don’t mind because I genuinely like her. Sometimes I think she saves all her thoughts from the six or seven weeks between my visits and plays them back to me at triple speed because she doesn’t have a man to talk to. I think that’s it, me being a man she can talk to… I know she’s close to her sisters (one works at the Park Hotel, the other used to) and talks to them. But rather than verbally meander, allow me to preface this event with a date last October with her.

On that day in October, she had had four or five orgasms, and we were both still going strong. I jokingly asked how many more orgasms she wanted. She laughed and said she wanted ten orgasms total, not actually being serious. I didn’t think she’d make it, but she got into a groove. I’d pound steadily away. She'd indicate she was approaching another orgasm. I’d pound real furiously for a minute, she’d have the orgasm, I’d reduce intensity to slow and steady for a few minutes, and then she’d come close again. Repeat, vary the positions… We were both giggling like fiends toward the end, but she had eleven orgasms in about an hour or more, no breaks. It took a lot of energy on both our parts. I know she didn't fake it because that night at the Park Hotel her sister told me she wasn’t coming that night, she was very tired. You should have seen the look on her sister's face.

Back to this trip. It's Thursday afternoon, before the evening we had the jacuzzi party. A date between just L. and I.

L. just got a regular job recently, so won’t be at the Park Hotel much any more; perhaps a weekend once in a while. She’s very happy, and now will only see a very few clients. So she has lots of extra news to bend my ear with. She ran into her ex husband at the San Pedro Mall, and he punched her, right in front of the kids. She took out an order of protection (they have those in San Jose). You get the idea… lots of chat, a drink, some impromptu nude salsa lessons. Talk, drinks, garter belt and stockings, photos… we both had a great time beforehand, and both of us were ready for sex.

She performs oral on me, then I perform oral on her till she has an orgasm. The first orgasm for her usually takes a while, but each subsequent one takes a shorter time than the last. Following up in a variety of positions, she had two or three orgasms in a fairly short period of time. By the way: I think that for the majority of these girls, doggie style is the favorite position. I don’t know why.

She jokes that today she wants to reach twenty orgasms. I told her no, that’s too much work for me. She laughed, so I doubt she was serious about it… but she started counting down from twenty… sixteen more, fifteen more… with each new orgasm.

I never thought she’d make it, and I was certain I wouldn't. In looking at my journal notes, I still don’t know how we did it. I hadn’t taken a viagra before hand (I usually stay away from it, because it reduces my orgasms), but after her fourth or fifth, I took a very short break and took a half… only it didn’t kick in until way after we were nearly done!

The countdown progressed. I used every trick in the book… turning her over on her stomach with two pillows beneath her hips and holding her shoulders tightly… missionary with a pillow under her ass… biting the back of her neck… holding down her arms and legs. And L. initiated different positions, too, like cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, and so on and so forth.

At around fifteen orgasms, we got into a spooning position. I needed to conserve energy by now, so I was grateful… and she absolutely adored that position. She was now having an orgasm every two minutes like clockwork. There’s no other way to describe L. other than as a force of nature. I’ve only known a couple of women like her in my entire life.

As we hit nineteen, I finally felt a twinge from the viagra. I turned her over, stuck that pillow beneath her ass, mounted her missionary style, and pounded away till she hit twenty… and finally, it was my turn. As I had a big one, she had a grand finale with number twenty one.

We were soaked in sweat, and the sheets were literally falling off the bed. Neither of us could move. We both dozed off for about fifteen minutes, after which I managed to roll off her. She couldn’t move for another ten. She’s lay there soaked, half conscious, garter belt and fishnet stockings and a smile that looked like it might last forever.

Eventually we showered and ordered up a sandwich, and invited Ace for a drink. Poor Ace had to listen to L. go on and on about having twenty one orgasms. But he’s cool, and has been with her before; he arranged a date for the next afternoon. (And DearJohn arranged one the day after).

It was now the end of the afternoon, and time to prepare for our jacuzzi party. We put L. in a taxi. What a woman. Don’t talk to me about hot little numbers. L. puts hot little things like M. to shame. The only way to really find out just how hot any particular woman can be is to befriend her and find out what sex with her is like when she’s being herself.

Perhaps that’s the fountain of youth… never ending sex with a woman with a never ending appetite for it. Well, it’s probably as close as I’ll ever find to it.

Even Park Hotel Girls Have Mothers

Jump to Friday night/Saturday morning. The Park Hotel show was wonderful, as usual, and my favorita A. came back for a toda la noche. Excellent sex and companionship, as always. But this section isn’t about her. A.’s cell phone rang around 8:00AM. It was X.’s mother, concerned because X. hadn’t come home the night before. That was worrisome. As I described before, X. is not a hardened veteran… she’s one of the ones who work weekends to supplement her income. She’s very responsible.

A. and I had some wonderful morning sex, and showered. She had to pick up her little boy (who had been at her sister's), so couldn’t stay for breakfast. After, as I had my breakfast, my phone rings… it’s the mother again, still looking for X. One of the girls at the Park Hotel thought maybe she was with me, and gave her my name! We chatted a bit, I told her what a wonderful girl X. is, and that I was worried too. Now you tell me: so many posts discuss what hard edged pro’s the Park Hotel girls are… how hard edged can they be when their mothers call looking for them! In any event, when I saw X. later, she explained she’d been with a client the night before, had a couple of drinks, and fell asleep.

Let’s move on to Saturday night. The show was crowded again. After the show I noticed a pretty new girl, but one of the other guys got her first and arranged for a toda la noche with her. X., I saw, had no work, so I invited her back. In the taxi, she told me that her mother thought I was very nice, and that she might want a date with me. I told her, that could be a dangerous thing to tell a gringo, because he might want a date with both mother and daughter at the same time. She looked a little worried at that prospect. But you know what, I may arrange that next time!

We had a good time. I took half a viagra, because I didn’t know just how much I had left in me. After all, this was the fourth day of non stop dates! One thing about the sex that night: X. always has an orgasm when I perform oral on her. In fact, I believe I wrote in a past report that once I happened to ask after doing that, when was her last orgasm, and she couldn’t remember! Well, tonight, we spent a very long time, even by my standards, at the actual sex act, because I took that viagra. She came close to orgasm a few times, but never quite hit the mark. So after I had mine, I moved my head down there, licked for no more than ten seconds, and bam! she had her second, and this one really shook her world. The point is, it takes so little extra to make these girls feel good… just figure out how they can enjoy the sex. It usually doesn't take much.

One more thing. Afterwards, as I wrote down something, I noticed the pen I was using was from a Sheraton from a city on the West Coast. By coincidence, it was the city the father of her baby daughter is from. It’s not my place to preach, or interfere with anyone else’s life. I wish that guy could know what a fine person X. is (if he doesn’t already), and that it would take such a small amount of money annually to give his daughter a much better life. Of course, he doesn't know he has a daughter. I should mention that X. isn’t her real initial… I gave her that in a much earlier report, when she was pregnant, and I’ve stuck to that for consistency’s sake.

The next morning, after four days of knock down, drag out sex, I crawled out at five A.M. to catch the early flight back. I hate that flight. But that brings us right back to…

My First Date of the Trip

You know, I really like writing up this stuff out of order. It appeals to my sense of randomness. Believe it or not, this jumping about probably makes reading it easier, because in writing it, it's easier for me to identify what idea each paragraph should be about without getting bound by narrative.

That first night, Ace and I arranged a party with A. and E., my favoritas numbers one and two. They didn’t arrive till a bit late, since A. had her English class, so Ace and I had a great dinner and just caught up in general. After six or seven trips together, and more than a few fiestas, it's hard for me to imagine a trip down there without him. The three of us, DearJohn, too, had a good time this trip.

Ace has as much a thing about baby doll nighties as I do about garter belts and stockings. A. and E. were wonderful about posing. I've known them both for a year and a half now, and have spent many nights with them. A. has the most wonderful heart of any girl from the Park Hotel, a nice figure, and Indian features. The other girls call her China. My little pixie E., doesn't go to the Park Hotel anymore, but she's amazingly pretty, has a smile that can melt lead, and is very, very intelligent.

The four of us had great sex, including daisy chaining (at Ace's suggestion). Everybody was very busy. There's nothing like that absolute certainty that a provider is going all out for you because she likes you; and that she's enjoying herself as much as you.

There are three points that come to mind as I recall this fiesta, and my special relation with these two chicas in particular:

• Extending the favorita relationship to helping a good friend who needs help at this time of her life
• The fragility of the working chica ego
• The desire of some gringos for a domestic relation with a latina (working girl or otherwise).

First point: helping a good friend. A. is transitioning out of the Park Hotel. She's 29, isn't the prettiest girl there, is tired of it, doesn't have an education… you can imagine how she feels. She's the most honest, upright girl I know there... maybe anywhere. She works only on Friday and Saturday nights now, and takes English classes in hopes of finding a job. Her classes don't cost much, and I give her the money for them… in fact I volunteered that. I don't want a romantic relationship her; I don't want to support her and be her novio. But with friendship comes responsibilities, and this is a reasonable thing that I can do to help her.

Second point: working chica ego. Following the fiesta, Ace and I were both pooped (he'd woken up early, and I'd put in half day at the office before my flight). So we told the girls we'd work out extra pay (beyond what I would normally pay them just for myself for an overnight) in the morning. A., it turned out, had to get up at five o'clock in the morning to take her little boy to school. I requested a wake up call; early the next morning she got up, and E. decided to head home as well. I was groggy, and asked them how much extra they thought they should get for Ace's participation. They're so passive when it comes to financial arrangements; they expected me to just tell them… but I couldn't deal with that at that hour. I told them we'd discuss it that evening and settle. Big mistake.

It became a problem. The next night, E. heard we tipped the girls who attended our jacuzzi fiesta an extra $20, and that set her off. She felt (1) shortchanged for the first night, and (2) mad that I paid the other girls a better rate than her. Of course this was nonsense, since Ace and I agreed the following morning on the additional money for A. and E. But E. couldn't tell me that she was mad because of her ego; she just shut up and seethed. To complicate things further, I called her and told her that I was mad that she no showed without calling (though actually she had called after we had all gone up to the jacuzzi). I asked her to come over so we could talk things out in person (not mentioning the extra payment for the first night), but she said she was busy. To make a long story short, she wouldn't talk to me, wouldn't talk to A. (her best friend), and it wasn't till I got back to the U.S. that I spoke with her and we straightened everything out. She felt bad and lost a couple of nights of work. I felt bad. It illustrates the fragility of the egos of all these girls. E., had she been born in the U.S., would be studying to be a doctor or lawyer right now; she has an analytical, logical mind. Yet she couldn't communicate how she felt when she felt slighted in a business deal by someone she trusted.

Third point: gringos looking for romance. This puts me in mind of a situation that a fellow monger related recently. Mind you, I consider him a buddy; though we've corresponded, we've never met. On a recent trip, he had gone to one of those "mixers" (Spanish Eyes, I think; another buddy had gone to the same place some months back). He related it was an evening of hand holding and deep gazes, without possibility of sex. The exact opposite of a typical gringo-in-San-Jose night. You cannot tell me that the event organizers don't prep these women to maximize their chances of snaring a guy. Talk about the oldest trick in the book.

But that was a cheap shot, and since I always provide a different perspective, here it is. The primary interest of the women attending those events is not love, it's financial: snare a gringo who'll take them to the U.S., or live with them in Costa Rica and support them. In the former case, they will doubtlessly join the ranks of foreign brides who file for divorce immediately after taking the citizenship oath. Of course, by that time, the poor gringo sucker thinks he has a loving wife. Here's what I would do were I seeking a latina for long time companionship: just recognize it's going to be a business transaction. I'd contract with a working girl whose word I trusted (such as A.; she would rather die than cheat someone). Set up a deal: give me X number of happy years, and during those years, I will put Y dollars a year into a bank account for you. At the end of that time, we can renew the contract if mutually agreeable. During that time, if you don't love me, pretend you do, but meanwhile, I'll treat you (and your children if applicable) well.

Think about it… which bond would be stronger: a romance with 75% probability of being false, or a working business relationship? The trick would be getting to know the girl over time, to gauge the strength of her word before offering such a deal… just like picking your supplier relationships in real life. A lot of us are good businessmen, but sometimes when visiting San Jose we forget what we've learned. (That includes both gringos who overpay, and cheap ass gringos who bargain down the chicas beyond reason. Some of you would never treat a partner in a business transaction the way you treat some of these chicas).

But getting back to Dr. Nononsense's relationship advice: who knows, I haven't tried it, so I may be totally off the mark. But that would be my plan.

Conclusion

I always say that I prefer quality of sex over quantity, but I mostly find that when I go for quality I also get quantity. My journal for this trip will definitely brighten up some cold night by the fire when I'm eighty. Sometimes, in my private journal I include notes to myself like: "note to future self: not one word of this following account is exaggerated. Yes, you really did that!"

I hope that my viewpoint, opinions, unsolicited advice, and my unusual narrative style weren't too much of a problem for my fellow mongers. Pleasant future trips to us all!

Damn, that was a long report. Thanks for sharing!

Great report, Nonensense. I totally agree; I would much rather stick with a few faves, and develop some "intimacy." And it does my psyche some good to chip in a little extra and help them realize a dream, or at least a long-term goal, than to just help them pay the rent for another week.

As for your long term plan speculations, I couldn't agree more. If I had my life to live over again, I certainly wouldn't bury myself so deep in responsibilities and commitments.

As the saying goes, "If it floats, flies, or fucks, it's ALWAYS cheaper to rent than to own."