Getting back to Rio wasn’t quite as smooth as I would have liked. Our VASP Airlines plane (probably bought second-hand after a US airline retired it) was scheduled to stop in Curitiba for 20 minutes, but couldn’t take off until they fixed something--four hours later. We had finally been issued meal vouchers (at 9 PM) and had just ordered dinner when we were summoned to the gate. Boy, those guys really had it together! And then, although starving, we only got a small, dry sandwich on board!

I made friends with a pair of Australian girls who were sort of backpacking through Brazil, and were going to stay in Copacabana. I tried to answer some of their questions about it, but my perspective wasn’t exactly geared to their needs. I offered to share a cab with them, but they disappeared at baggage claim. Traffic was stop and go from the airport into Copacabana. So, I didn’t get home until 11:40, unpacked quickly, and went to Terraço Atlantica, where I looked around while I got something to eat before going into Help. It was crowded, with a lot of men, but the ratio seemed to improve as it got later. I saw Isabella, whom I had done a year before and seen/chatted with in Help every time since. Since I had good memories of her as a hot fuck (and some hot pictures too), decided to ask her out for dinner the next night, my place at 8. My special date for my birthday.

I also saw a girl I had seen leaving my apartment building a few mornings before, in evening dress and wet hair at 9 AM, a tall, stacked, gorgeous blue-eyed blonde. I had figured her for a possibly available garota, but thought she might be somebody’s girlfriend, and I wasn’t comfortable enough with my Portuguese to try to find out. Seeing her in Help answered the question. Leticia spoke English, and I found out that she had been leaving my friend Steve when I ran into her at the elevator. I did a quickie interview, and said I’d like to take her out to dinner before spending the night with her, how much? $100 seemed reasonable, so I got her phone number and said I’d call her for a Tuesday or Wednesday dinner date.

I wish I had taken her that night. Cruising around, I saw a girl I had met before (Elena) who spoke pretty good English, and she spent the next couple of hours working me as I made my passes around the room. She seemed a little older (turned out to be 36!) and had an unusual face, but a perfect tiny spinner body, blue eyes and smooth skin. And I like the unusual, exotic look, so I took her home. In my apartment, she couldn’t get over how big it was, and said nobody needed an apartment this big. She kept talking, became more distant, and finally said she didn’t feel right or good. And I was thinking she was a kook. After a half-hour, she left--no money, no sex, just one horny guy.

I went back to Help (it was 4 AM by this time), and debated going back in. I was getting pretty tired, and had a big day in mind for my birthday the next day (actually, it was the next day already). Then I saw a cute-enough (barely) girl standing outside, she asked R$100, so back home we went. I felt like I was with a ghetto girl, because I had trouble understanding her Portuguese, I could tell it was different than what I was used to.

Photos: Sueli 20 21

Sueli was 18, but fucked like a pro. She had this tricky hip movement that really got me going--and coming. After I came, she left, it was past 5 AM before I got to sleep.


Sunday December 7: I woke up at 10, and went over to see Brazil_Specialist. It was my birthday, and I wanted to do something special. He had a couple of girls he said were looking for work, he’d tried them and they were OK, nice but not prime. I said, fine, but if you’re part of it we need more girls. So he ordered two from Madame X. They got to my apartment quite quickly, Joyce and Debora (the thin one Randy had grabbed before). The others were going to meet Brazil_Specialist at his place before coming here, so I got started--why wait?

I just loved Debora’s body, tall and slim with small perky breasts and pencil-eraser nipples (although her face was not that great). Joyce was cute, nothing special. But they were very good in bed, and worked together well. They jumped me and started sucking, mixed in with some kissing. I grabbed Debora and pulled her onto my face while Joyce was giving me head, and sucked on her soft fleshy pussy until she came. Then I changed them around, and Joyce rode my face while Debora sucked my cock. Joyce was less responsive, and I wasn’t sure if she had come when she dismounted.

Photos: Debora 22 24

Then both worked on my crotch at once. It felt exquisite. Debora’s mouth going up and down on my cock, then licking around the head, was so good I wanted to come. So I had Joyce join her in licking the head, and took some good pictures of them both down there. That helped me delay my orgasm, but they were too good. I came in Debora’s mouth, and she kept sucking gently until my bucking around had subsided to mere quivering, then she got up to wash out. We washed, and started cuddling when the doorbell rang.

Brazil_Specialist had arrived with Tereza and Fernanda. They came in and washed up, and we all jumped into the bed and the mattress on the floor adjacent. I grabbed Tereza first, then Fernanda to sit on my face while I sucked their pussies. Tereza had a very fleshy one, and I savored the folds of flesh as I fondled them inside my mouth. Meanwhile, two others--I couldn’t see who--were working on my crotch, sucking my balls and working a tongue around my hard shaft. What an exquisite feeling, I had never had three girls like that before. And it didn’t really matter who was doing what, as long as I had a juicy pussy to suck and two soft mouths working my crotch. Tereza came a couple of times and pulled away, so I started on Fernanda. She didn’t respond at first, then started rocking back and forth on my face. I still had two mouths down below, I didn’t know who, all I knew was that I loved what they were doing. Fernanda pulled away after a while, and I put on a condom and grabbed Debora. She lowered herself onto my stiff cock, and rode away, somebody was playing with my balls.

The rest of the afternoon was kind of a blur of sexual activity, with a couple of breaks in between. I came in Debora doggie-style with I think it was Tereza running her fingers gently around my balls and anus. Later, I came in Tereza, also doggie. Fernanda ate Tereza. Fucking both Tereza and Fernanda was great, both had pussies that had a great feel (the kind that makes me want to come), and good muscle control, especially Tereza. The first two girls left before I came the third time, their three hours were up (R$350 plus ten for a taxi); the other two stayed for another hour for their total of a little over 3 hours.

Photos: Tereza 26 27 28

As we got dressed, I asked Tereza and Fernanda if they would return on Tuesday. When I found out they were in college 200 km away, and would have to stay in Rio and miss two days of classes, I changed the invite to the next day, so they’d only miss one day of classes. I gave them each R$150 plus 20 for gas (Tereza had a car), and told them to come back at noon the next day, we’d spend the whole afternoon together, with sex, beach, and food.

I had arranged for Isabela to come to my apartment at 8 PM for my birthday dinner, and she was right on time. She said, you know my fee is R$500, and I said “What, you’ve raised your prices? I won’t pay more than the R$400 I paid last time--and what you quoted me in Help last week.” She didn’t respond, so I thought we had agreed. We were going to hook up with my friend Wayne, who had arrived while I was in Igacu, and had a date for dinner too. His date was running late, so we used the time to find a good restaurant: Shirley, behind the Meridian. We went there, Wayne arrived a few minutes later. The meal was excellent--seafood, Spanish style (more or less), R$310 total for the four of us (only one alcoholic beverage, and the girls didn’t order lobster but Wayne did). I was feeling really tired from the day’s activities on top of little sleep, and was considering canceling the rest of the evening. I should have.

Afterwards, Isabella and I came back to my apartment, and we took showers. Isabella started running her fingernails up and down my body naked on the bed, teasing me delightfully to a full erection before she touched my cock. But it went downhill from there. She wouldn’t let me eat her pussy. Then she grabbed a condom, put it on with her mouth, and gave me a 30-second blow job, put on some Astroglide, and got on top of me. I was starting to get turned off, and gradually my stiff cock became almost limp, and she couldn’t get it up again.

I realized I wasn’t going to be able to perform, turned off to her as I was, so I got up, took off the rubber, and had a little talk with her about leaving. She said she had slept all day, preparing for what we had thought was going to be an all-night session, and wouldn’t be able to sleep, and I wasn’t about to go to sleep with her awake in the apartment. Well, she wanted the full R$500. I suggested she go to Help (it was 12:30), I’d give her a $100 bill to leave. After too much discussion (I was really exhausted), and contrition on my part, she took the hundred and left. It was instructive--we had chatted at least a little bit every time I saw her in Help over the last year, I’d bought her drinks at least several times. But when I said I thought we were friends, please work with tired old me on my birthday, she said, “Friends? Friends? What you mean, friends?” But on subsequent nights, when I saw her in Help, she was as friendly as if we had had a wonderful night together, and she sent me an e-mail wishing me happy holidays so I could have her address to visit her in Bahia after she “retired.” Hard to figure this one out.

Photos: Isabella 29 30

Note to self for later: try not to fall in love with Chris from Vitoria, you’ve been thinking about her way too much.


Monday December 8: I got a decent night’s sleep, which I really needed, did a few errands, and finally had an hour for a manicure and pedicure. I got done just before noon, and went home to wait for the girls. They arrived just before 1 PM, and since I hadn’t wanted to be in the shower when they rang the bell, I asked them to go to the store for the day’s provisions while I showered. They returned, ate a little, and then they showered too.

Into the bedroom for another afternoon blur of sex. I gave them each a mesh body stocking (with open crotch), they “fought” over the spider-web patterned one (Fernanda got it--she was the more dominant of the two). Tereza sat on my face--God, I loved sucking on her fleshy pussy, she was responsive with little shudders--while Fernanda sucked me. After a while, Tereza pulled away and they changed places. After Fernanda had had enough, they both sucked on me, I came in both of them during the first three hours, with a little break in between.

Photos: Fernanda 31 32

Photos: Fernanda and Tereza 34 35

Then we took a long break--walked down the beach for a while, got some of the excellent ice cream at Babus-ka (a block off the beach at Mondego restaurant), and came back to the restaurant by my apartment. Wayne wanted to meet the girls, so we all had dinner together. Then back up to my apartment for another hour of sex, although I couldn’t come again--we tried and tried. I tried to finish up in time to go to a salsa class that Wayne had found, having met the instructor at a dance club. Tereza had a car, and gave me a ride to the class in Botafogo. Fernanda even got out to help me find the class (it wasn’t obvious where it was at the given address). These are really sweet college girls, working their way through college, and planning on getting married and settling down after that.

I gave them each R$200, and agreed that we’d get together again next Saturday and I’d give them each $100 for a full 24 hours. We’d had such a good time, I loved the lengthy oral play they pleasured me with.

After the salsa class (I’ve never done salsa, and this was an intermediate class, so I just sat and watched), Wayne and I went to Terraço Atlantica for dinner and sat with one of his girls. I was too tired to pick up anyone, but a cute girl came to our table, and I asked her to come to my apartment at 4 PM then next day. She asked $R200, I said $R100, she said OK. Wayne said she looked like Sandra Bullock (but with bigger tits), and I thought, no wonder I like her looks.


Tuesday December 9: Marcella came over a little late, and we spent a lovely 45 minutes together. After our shower, we fell onto the bed, making out like teenagers. She had a great body, although her soft breasts were not as firm as they had been (she was 23 with one kid). She kissed well, we 69’d for a while before she put a condom on me and pulled me onto her. She felt pretty good, and it did not take me too long to come. We cuddled for a while, and

Photos: Marcella 36 38 39

I went off to the salsa class. The instructor from last night’s class was as cute as could be, a petite gray-eyed blond spinner, and she spoke a little English. But her attractiveness was not the reason I was there, I had decided anyway to add another dimension to my Rio experience and take my first salsa lesson. In Portuguese. Um, dois, tresh (pause) quat, cinc, seis, plus I learned a few new words.

David and I went to Terraço Atlantica for dinner, and I spotted Chris, who had come back from Vitoria a day earlier than I expected. I took a deep breath and made an executive decision. There were a couple of cute spinners I liked, but I beckoned to Chris, and we went into Help just before midnight. We danced for half an hour, then got fresh drinks and went upstairs. After I had cooled off from the first dancing, we started dancing in the aisle in the gallery. She was a good dancer, and we had a great time. She was very affectionate, both when we were sitting or standing, and when we were dancing. I thought, either she’s really good at her work, or she actually likes me. The rational part of my brain said just enjoy it now, you lucked out and got one of the better hookers. And another part of my brain noticed how many women in Help were unusually pretty and desirable that night--I saw dozens I wanted to take home, if only I hadn’t been committed for the night. Usually I have to look hard to find one. Funny how that “grass is greener” thing works.

We came home about 2:30--we had spent at least half the time in Help actually dancing, and I was tired. But I showed her some of my pictures from Cataratas d’Iguacu, to her oohs and aahs. We made sweet love and went to sleep.


Wednesday December 10: Chris awoke with a hangover, I gave her an Aleve and she went back to sleep. She emerged from the bedroom dressed, and still not feeling well. The part of me that wanted her to be my girlfriend didn’t try to get her back into bed, but just gave her $R260 and walked her out. She didn’t want to eat with me, she just wanted to get back to her place.

I did some errands, then a friend of Dave’s came over and we headed for Aeoroporto terma. However, the cab driver recommended Rio Antigua, and we went there instead. I was immediately attracted to Pietra, who was the spinnerest (to coin a word) garota in the place. My friends later agreed that she was also the cutest, but I wasn’t comparing. I wasn’t even picking up the clues that she wasn’t all over me, I was in lust, and I wanted a spinner--her.

Photos: Pietra 40 41 42

However, once inside the cabina, she turned out to be a cold fish--she just lay there. I managed to get off, but it wasn’t a particularly exciting experience. After I came, I didn’t even try for more, we went back into the bar and I waited for my friends to return.

But Rio Antigua got high grades for its physical layout and condition. New, clean, well-appointed--too bad the women weren’t all I wanted (although, of course, after I came back from my tryst, the quality of girls was somewhat higher, and I saw a few I would have liked to do.

My friends emerged, and we went to Shirley again for an excellent dinner, then after a quick change at home, headed to Terraço Atlantica. I was walking along my first pass around the perimeter when a garota came up to me from behind and said “Paloma aqui.” Paloma. The first girl I had in Brazil, the first garota I fell in love with, the first to take advantage of me. She was sitting with a couple of friends, and I went to sit with her. Paloma had picked up quite a bit of English, from about zero when I met her--I had told her if she would learn English, I’d bring her back to the States with me, and paid for some lessons. Paloma reminded me of that, and told me she was still in love with me, she had a picture of me by her bed (from 4 years ago), and that she wanted me to come back to her house and sleep with her. I wasn’t interested, and when I told her that, she told me to give her R$100. I laughed.

At that point, I spotted Letitia, whom I had been trying to call the day before for a dinner date. I excused myself, and went over to her, and made a date for dinner the next night, 8 at my place. Paloma was giving me a dirty look, and I returned to her table. I gave her $R50, partly because I felt guilty that I had treated her rudely the last time I had seen her, and partly out of guilt that I hadn’t chosen her, my first favorita (I spent 4 nights with her out of 13 on my first trip), in the last 3 trips.

While we were talking, I spotted Christiane, a little spinner with a dynamite body I had seen the night before leaving Help--I thought she looked oriental, HOT, and really cute, and had been hoping I’d see her again. I made eyes at her for a while, and as soon as Paloma got up to go to the bathroom, I beckoned her over. She was reluctant to sit down, having observed some interesting dynamics between me and Paloma, but soon Paloma returned, saw I was talking to another girl, and angrily departed for Help without coming over to the table and saying goodbye to me. So Christiane sat down.

We had quite a negotiation, since she spoke no English, and I wanted to pin everything down--she was just too cute to jump at and be disappointed. She asked R$400, we settled on $250 for TLN, sex in the morning. Then I found she didn’t chupar sem camisinha, and after further negotiations (including begging), we agreed on another R$50 if she would. She liked to kiss, she said, but would not let me suck her pussy, which as you know is important to me. She did concede I could suck her tits. Pictures? She agreed to pose with clothes. Whew. I was pretty proud of myself, all that negotiating and I didn’t even have a dictionary. She ordered another water, plus a drink for her friend, and we left.

Photos: Christiane 43 44 45 46 47

She was quite a delight in bed, somewhat to my surprise. She gave head very nicely, and ran her fingers up and down my body for a while till I shuddered. I mounted her missionary after a lot of foreplay, and came within five minutes--damn, she felt good. I was pretty tired, it was almost 4 AM, so we went to sleep.


Thursday December 11: The alarm I set woke us up at 9:30, and Christiane started getting dressed. Hey, wait, I said, we agreed on sex in the morning. She said she couldn’t breathe, and needed to see a doctor to get something for her cold or flu. She had been asking if I was a megico the night before (funny how Pimsleur seems to teach lots of words we need to know), now I understood why. After some discussion, she agreed to come back at 3 PM for the sex, I withheld R$50, she’d call if she didn’t feel better to reschedule.

I went over to Brazil_Specialist’s to see if my network card would allow my laptop to connect to his wireless network (and the internet), but when I got over there, he introduced me to Alessandra’s friend Marcella, who was looking for some work. What the hell, I had an hour before I had to leave for my salsa lesson, the computer could wait. For my R$100, Marcella was worth it. I went into one of his bedrooms with her. A sweet young thing, she was average looking and not as actively sensual as Alessandra, but she had a tight pussy and a good movement. I had a good orgasm. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera.

David suggested we go to Meia Pataca around 5 PM, and Wayne joined us. I saw Letitia, my date for 8 PM, and pointed her out to Wayne. I suggested he join us, and noted that Letitia’s friend Ana Paula was looking good (Ana Paula turned out to be her roommate), he agreed and went over to ask Ana Paula if she wanted to come. She agreed.

Photos: Leticia 48 49 50 51 52 53

We all went to Fratelli’s in Leblon, a good Italian restaurant. She spoke English pretty well, and was a class act all around--and so was Ana Paula, who had had some college and also spoke English. Dinner was thus quite enjoyable. After dinner, back to our separate apartments, and I had a great time with Letitia, although I was concerned when she asked for the $100 I‘d agreed to up front. Making love was delightful, she was as good at that as she was at being classy. She got dripping wet when I sucked her pussy, and came several times before pulling away to suck on me. Then she came several more times while we fucked. Afterwards, we went out in the living room to chat intimately (no smoking in the bedroom), and I felt like I was getting closer to her.

But then her phone rang, she looked at it and answered. Twenty minutes of obviously agitated conversation later, she came back to me and I said, “Boyfriend?” Well, her Cuban/Dutch/American husband had returned to Brazil to take away their daughter, whom he had abandoned. And she was rather upset at the thought. Another phone call, another fifteen minutes of her pacing and yelling into the phone. She asked if I’d be mad if she left to go to the village an hour away where her daughter was, I said of course not, it is very important for you. I expect you’ll make it up to me (I didn‘t give her the opportunity to do so, so who knows--I'll find her next trip).

Maybe her estranged husband just found out what she does for a living and realises that he doesnt want his daughter growing up in that enviorment. I have had a number of girls tell me that if their ex boyfriend/husband knew they were working in Help, they would take thier kids away.

Where was your apartment? Was it really big place or was the girl just making idle conversation?

I doubt the ex had just found out, Leticia was a little older and wasn't new at this--she gave her name as Hana to my buddy Steve, I don't know what her actual name is.

The apartment was at 3916 Avenue Atlantica, just south of Rua Francisco Sa (Sindicato do Chopp in a few doors towards Help). And yes, it was big, a three-bedroom that had been reconfigured as a two-bedroom by expanding the living room, probably 1,700 sq. ft. Lots of windows overlooking the ocean.

She wasn't just making conversation, we had spent several hours talking, playing around verbally at Help on several nights (her English was fluent). I had thought she was being cutesy, but by the end I realized she was just fucking nuts.

Hunterman,
I am in Rio at the end of September and want to get a good few nights salsa into my agenda.

Was the salsa classes you went to any good and was there a club afterwards? I would appreciate any address's you may have.

Thanks

WW

The slasa teacher, Bianca, was a real spinner cutie, spoke decent English. Her phone # (which a friend said wasn't good anymore in May, try anyway) is 9321-3675. I don't remember the address of the dance academy in Botofogo (I could find it again, near the big shopping center). She was very helpful and very patient with me, an uncoordinated rank beginner. From the advanced class I accidently went to, I could see how good she is.

The salsa club was on the side street next to the Copacabana Palace, on the Leme side. It was next to a charrascurio (sp?). Salsa Friday night at 11, ask for Bianca there.

Thanks I will try to contact her. I hope to do a lot of dancing on my virgin trip to Rio in September. I hope it provides an into to some hot young ladies.