Quick trip to Cuba. I intended it for a super recon mission. I really was not sure what to expect, but had read some great trip reports on this board by Dongringo, Manager, and others and figured....what the heck. My simple mission was....I was just window shopping. I was not too worried about finding anything, just info gathering....but hey. If they found ME???? What would a good monger do?

Well....she found me. The ultimate GFE, and it was so good that I only stayed with her the whole time. I know, I should be horse whipped and flogged, but she was just so good, how could I switch? But I did enough looking, asking, and seeking to know what was out there, and man oh man.....this country is a freakin monger paradise, if you can put up with the bullshit.

Arrived at Jose Marti Airport and grabbed the first taxi I could find. I told him to take me to the central part of the city, and asked if he could find me a good Casa Particular. We got there, and stopped, and I looked around. We were near Parque Central, right off the Prado. He told me he was not aware of a Casa near this area, but suggested a hotel down the street. I said fine, and checked in for $31 bucks a night. It was fine...like a motel six, but I was only planning one night there anyway. It was right on the Prado, which I had heard was a prime mongering destination. I asked the front desk and she said no way could I bring a chica to my room. Oh well. When in Rome.

Mario and Gorge, My New Best Friends

I started to explore the city, and talk to the people. A little bit of Spanish goes a long way. People were everywhere, and were very friendly....but there were cops everywhere too. So far, no obvious chicas yet, but I had a feeling they were hiding somewhere nearby ready to pounce. Any good monger knows that feeling....it just hits ya. As I walk across the city by a major park near the Prado two guys walk up and introduce themselves. Of course I am leery at first, but these guys seem normal, and there are cops everywhere in case they try anything. I just watched my wallet and chatted a bit. The guys asked if I wanted to have a drink with them. Of course, I needed to buy....they had NO dollars. We stopped at a corner bar and they invited me to try a Mojito, the drink Hemmingway loved. I have to admit, it was mighty tasty. The US dollar is the preferred currency. Strange, since we can't legally trade here.

The guys seem normal enough, and wanted to find out where I was from, and began to discuss the horrible living conditions in Cuba. I asked them if they knew of a Casa Particular in the area, and they did. They offered to show me around the next morning. Funny how the topic of chica hunting never came up, until I mentioned my trips to Costa Rica, and how much I loved the beautiful chicas there. One of the guys named Mario opened his eyes a bit wider and said...."Oh....you like Chicas? There are many Chicas here, and I think those two sitting behind you have their eyes on you." I turned to look at two cute young girls seated at the bar a few feet over from me. They were both staring at me with those eyes.....and "the look." I knew instantly that I had hit pay dirt.

Two Hot Cuban Teenagers

Problem is, both girls looked about 16. I asked ages, and they both claimed 18 which I verified by checking ID's later. One who I will call Y was a bit on the chunky side. She was cute as hell, but I prefer flaca. The one next to her was also cute as hell....but flaca with a gorgeous smile that melted my heart. I motioned for her to sit next to me and bought them both a Cuba Libre. I will call her J.

J assured me she was 18, and had a 3 year old K*D. That meant that she got knocked up at 14 and had the baby at 15, with a chico down the street who she no longer was speaking to. She was cute, affectionate, warm, and engaging. She put her hand on my knee, and my heart sped up two or three beats a minute. SCHWINGGGGG!

By now I had figured out that the two guys who befriended me were touts. They did not obviously offer me a girl until they knew I wanted one. I knew that Mario and his friend Gorge might be trouble later, but they had scored me a hot chica within the first 10 minutes and I figured that was worth something, so we agreed to all go out to dinner. All five of us....the two hot babes, the two touts, and the one gringo. (When they weren't looking, I popped a Cialis. Gotta be prepared, right?)

The five if us headed out to the china town area of Havana and found a restaurant that was almost empty. We were the only table there. The food was OK...but seemed expensive to me, and the touts ordered the most expensive thing on the menu. The whole thing came to $88 bucks, which I paid. I later would find out that it was about double what the meal should have cost, and the touts probably pocketed half. I later learned they were getting a kickback from just about everything we did, and that they of course expected me to pay for it all.

The good news is, as we sat together at dinner, J became increasingly more friendly with me. We chatted a bit about her life, and she sweetly took my hand, and did not want to let it go. I took several long gazes at her and realized what a gorgeous little hottie I had found. She had long dark hair, with a classic Latina look. Her father was from India, so she also had a mixture of Indian features. You will have to take my word for it because I don't like to post pictures, but she was beautiful.

I could not believe my luck, and I was confident I would get to see this babe up close and personal before the night was out. I was not sure how or where, but I was sure something good was going to happen to Astro. I leaned over to kiss her on the cheek, but she had none of that. She turned her face right to mine and gave me a sweet soft kiss on the lips. BINGO....Astro found a hot Cuban Kisser. I came to Cuba to look around, and found me one of the hottest babes I have ever seen in the first 10 minutes. Am I lucky, or that good? I don't know, but I was about to get lucky fast.

Mario assured me he could find a casa nearby for two hours. It would probably cost me $20 bucks, but I would have privacy with my new 18 year old girl friend. We walked a few blocks and entered a seedy looking alley, and found a tiny casa with a skinny girl sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette (they ALL smoke ciagarettes there....everybody). The touts negotiated the fee....$20 bucks for two hours. The girl and her friend left. The bedroom was upstairs, up a shaky circular staircase that I was not sure would hold me. The bathroom door had no hinges, just a door that leaned to one side. My chica moved it aside to use the room, and I waited for her and then did the same. Mario had negotiated a $50 dollar rate for the girl. He told me that was half what she was asking for. I figured....what the heck. $50 bucks for two hours aint bad. Later I learned that I was over paying....and that $20 of the $50 went to Mario and Gorge and only $30 to J. I will know better next time.

Astro Shoots and Scores #1

We climbed the tiny stair case to find a nice little bed. It was a little seedy, but perfect for my first screw in Cuba. My babe got on the bed and I layed down next to her and we proceeded to make out like teenagers. Well....she made out like a teenager, I made out like an old dude who just found a cute hot little high school cheerleader type, and she was all mine for two hours.

She was a hot kisser, with great tongue action and DFK. It didn't take her long to work her way downward, and she reached in a grabbed the equipment. She looked up and smiled, and said "mmmmmm muy grande." I was afraid she was so young she might be nervous or inexperienced....but that was the opposite of what I found. She unzipped my pants and ripped my clothes off, and then I started on her.

When I got her top off I found the cutest set of little A cup tits I had ever seen. I said "mmmmm Perfecto"...and she smiled, as if she already knew. She immediately went to work with a great BBBJ. This K*D needed no encouragement, and no instruction. She obviously knew what she was doing. Hell, she got pregnant at 14, so she had probably been giving great BJ's for over 4 years. She had the technique down and it was so awesome. After a few minutes she reached for her purse and pulled out a condom. I had condoms in my pocket, but she wanted none of that. The problem was, I am a bit large, and use x-large ones. This one was tight, and it hurt like hell when she put it on me, and she made damn sure she got it ALL the way on. She really knew what she was doing. At some point, I can't remember when, I went down on her. The DATY was awesome, but she got the giggles. I asked her in spanish if she was ticklish, and she said "si." She would not let me continue down there, so we went back to el sexo.

She jumped on top of me cowgirl, and with a little effort got it in. It was a bit tight and dry...and I really regretted leaving my astroglide back at the hotel...but heck, how was I supposed to know I was going to get laid so fast? Lesson learned.....NEVER leave home without it! After a few minutes, she moved her feet up even with my hips, flat on the bed. In this angle she could ride the bologny pony for all she was worth...and she did.

She rode me like no tomorrow, but it still hurt a little bit, and she grimaced a bit also. I finally turned her over to try missionary, and that was a little better. I got up a good head of steam, but I had spent a long day on an airplane...and was just pooped. I finally gave up and asked her to go back to the BBBJ, this time with a TC on the end. She knew instantly what I wanted....and gobbled me down. I watched this cute little teenager with a gorgeous face with my johnson in her mouth. I have to say, it was worth a thousand mind pictures. She was one of the best BJers I have ever had, and within a few minutes, I went nuclear. She stayed on it for another minute, and for a second I thought she just might swallow. But she reached down, grabbed the old condom, and spit it back inside. Now THAT was a learned trick that I have only seen from a few more experienced girls. She may have only been 18, but this K*D knew exactly what she was doing.

She laid down sweetly between my legs, and only then did I realize how young and innocent she looked. But this K*D had a tough life, and innocent, she was not. Sweet as heck....but not innocent. I motioned for her to lay beside me and we relaxed for about 10 minutes. It had only been about an hour and 15 minutes at this point, but she looked at me and asked if I minded if she went home to her baby. She said she had a long bus ride home. After her awesome performance, how could I say no. We got dressed, and she sweetly reminded me about "the dinero." I paid the $50, and we came back down the winding spiral shaky staircase.

We came out, and the touts were nowhere to be found. We did find the other girl Y outside smoking and chatting with a friend of hers and waited for Mario and Gorge to return. J was cold and shivering. It seemed like about 60 degrees, and I took off my coat and put it on her. She refused at first, but I insisted, and she cuddled up in my arms like a little girl.

Help, Astros falling in love

As I held J tightly to my chest, I began to realize how lucky I was. I came to Cuba not expecting to find anything, and already got laid by a cute latina teen in the first few hours. I really wanted to see this one again. She gave me her phone number and told me to call her manana and we would hook up again. My head was still spinning from all that had happened. I asked J how she was getting home and how long it would take. She Told me it would take over an hour on a crowded public bus. She never asked for taxi fare, but I asked her how much that might cost. She said $10 bucks, and I happily paid it. It was just a little propina for one of the most incredible nights of my life.

The boys finally came back, and we walked the darkened streets of old Havana back to my hotel. They have few street lights here, and it's a bit eery to walk it at night. My babe took my hand and would not let go of me. I was a bit concerned that the boys might try something, but I had nothing to worry about. I did not have much money left on me at that point anyway.

After about a ten minute walk we arrived at my hotel, and sat for a few minutes on the Prado in front. It is a beautiful tree lined walkway in the middle of the avenida. We agreed to hook up the next morning to look for a Casa. I gave Y $5 bucks for her 1 year old N*na. I gave Gorge $10 bucks for his 7 year old N*na (I later doubted he had a Ch*ld), and I gave $10 to Mario for his help in finding me the girls. I later realized this was not necessary since the guys had already made out on me throughout the night. But....lesson learned. I know better now. I went into my hotel for sleep.

Next morning I found Mario and Gorge sitting outside on the Prado....and both of them were drunk on their ass. I know what they did with the bucks I paid them last night....although Gorge raved about how happy his N*na was when he came home with food. Ya right. I think he drank it all away. I told them I was hungry and wanted breakfast, and they looked at me like I was crazy. I later learned that nobody eats breakfast in Cuba....nobody. We went Casa hunting, and they took me to a slummy looking highrise. No....thanks. Finally we found a little tree line street with a nicely painted casa with about 5 or 6 rooms. The owner told me it was a legal casa, and would charge me $30 bucks. They recorded my passport and I accepted. I later learned that $5 of that probably went to the touts. No big deal, they earned it. We then walked a few blocks to something called La Plaza....the Cuban example of a three story shopping mall. The girls were supposed to meet us there.

It was not much of a mall, but we grabbed something to eat and the boys got more Mojitos. They seemed to be most happy when I was buying them alchohol. The boys had already called the girls, and they were supposed to meet us at the mall. Jorge even mentioned that he could find more girls for me, and hoped to bring them by to see if I liked them. Several cute girls walked by, and if I liked them, Gorge would go after them. So far, of the few I liked, he was striking out.

I should point out here that approaching normal girls for a little action is much tougher than it looks. I would never have been able to do it on my own. I needed somebody like Gorge to do it for me, but even he was striking out. We waited for over an hour and the girls had not yet arrived. I told the boys that it was OK....we should just return to my hotel, grab my bags and I would check out. We could then return to the mall later to find the babes. Thats what we did.

However....by the time we got back, the babes (J and Y) had come and gone. I do believe that the boys had lost something in the translation. At one point they had me on the phone with J's mother, to confirm to her that yes indeed there really WAS a rich gringo here waiting on her daughter. She was happy to send her over, but did not trust Gorge. I was beginning to not trust him myself. The mother assured me that the girls would be there in 20 minutes. We waited almost an hour....before I finally gave up.

We never did find the girls, and I was getting really tired, so I told the boys to see them some other time, and I headed back to the Casa for a little rest. I figured I could always call J later than night....or maybe find some new chica, since I was getting a lay of the land now, and felt more confident.

My New Amigo Alexander

I napped a little and then grabbed a cab back to the central part of the city, back to the bar where I first met the girls. This time, another guy came up to talk named Alexander. He did not seem like a tout to me, just like a friendly cuban guy about 32. He asked me if I wanted a massage from him...but I said no, I prefer chicas. He laughed and assured me he was not offering anything more. He seemed like a nice guy and I bought him a Mojito....and asked him for a favor. I asked him to call my chica friend J, and tell her to get her sweet ass down to that same bar where we met the night before. I was a little pissed that she had not made it to the afternoon rendevous, but I wanted to give her a second chance. He gladly agreed and we went to a pay phone. He did not ask me for change, which was a good sign. I let him do the talking because I did not want a second screw up....due to bad translation.

Alexander said J was asking if she could also bring her primero, the girl Y from the night before. I said no problem, but I was not sure what to do with Y. It took them about an hour...but right on time...they showed up. J ran to me and gave me a HUGE hug, almost breaking my neck. She was dressed in a hot little black dress that was awesome. She had been SOOOOO disappointed that we did not find each other in the afternoon. She assured me she was at the mall, and wondered where I was. It did not really matter, no hard feelings. As I was chatting with J I noticed Alexander chatting with the other hottie, 18 year old Y. Now he was 32 and she was 18, but who was I to talk about an age difference. Alexander wanted to come with us, so the four of us double dated. While we were waiting there, Akexanders friend came up...a musician. He told Alex they were playing down the street later that night, and invited us to come along, after we had dinner.

Now that we were free of the influence of Gorge, J began to warn me about him. On the walk over, she told me that Gorge was a bad man just trying to get my money. I had remembered Gorge desperately trying to talk me into letting him money exchange my dollars for cuban pesos, claiming what a great deal I would get. He also tried to sell me 25 Cohibas for $350 bucks, but I was not interested. J also told me that at the restuarant the night before, Gorge got a kickback from the $88 dollars. Alexander was taking me to a restuarant HE knew, and he assured me it would be about half that figure.

J Turns Into the Ultimate GFE

As we walked to the restaurant....J sweetly held my hand, and put her arms around me. She kissed me often, and was so affectionate. I was really glad I had called her back....and this time, she asked me if I wanted her to spend the night with me. WOW>...does a bear shit in the woods? She said she would be happy to do so, so of course, I said "por supuesta!"

The little restuarant was very nice, family run, and seemed to be located in somebodys house. They had about 5 or 6 tables in there, and the food was pretty tasty, by Cuban standards. J continued to sit next to me and hold my hand. When my water glass went low, she filled it up. When her food came, she insisted in feeding me first before she ate. She continued to hold my hand, and kiss me throughout the meal. I was stunned and amazed at how loving she was.

After the meal, we walked to something called the "House of Music." It looked like a great place, and there were hot chicas lined up outside waiting for guys to pay their way in. The cost was $15 bucks a person, and all of us decided that $60 for the four of us was too much. We decided to head over to Alexanders friends little bar, where he was playing. It was about a ten minute walk....and was very nice. We grabbed a table up close to the group, and they were VERY talented. I bought the CD, and when the flower lady came by, I bought my sweet babe J a yellow rose. She was thrilled to get it. She continued to hold my hand, and turned to me for a little DFK about every 5 minutes. She was hot as hell. Alexander was doing the same for his hot little babe, and kept thanking me for introducing them.

After a few hours, I told Alexander and Y that we needed to head home to my casa. We walked arm in arm down the street to the original meeting point and split up. J asked me if I would be so kind as to pay the cab fare home for her primero, so I coughed up $10 bucks. Y had been a lot of fun that night, and the double date with my new friend Alexander had been a ball, so I was happy to do it. Alex never asked me for anything, which was a pleasant surprise.

Magic CD shoots and scores #2

By now it's almost midnight, and we went to my casa. The lights are low, and nobody sees us. J is impressed with the surroundings....apparently much nicer than her own home. Later I would find out exactly HOW much nicer. The casa really was nice, and I had brought candles, my little CD player and of course....the MAGIC CD. This was my first chance to use the Magic on a Cuban girl, and I was curious to see if it would do it's magic. Trust me....it DID. She loved the music, and began to sing along. Soon we were taking each other clothes off, and when she got me naked, she went for Junior again. This time, the BBBJ was even more awesome than before. She worked it for a long time, as the candles flickered, and the music softly played.

This time, my babe seemed to want to use her condoms again. I tried to get her to use mine, but she prefered her own. It was again a little tight, both on my and in her, so I asked her if she wanted a lubricante. She acted like she did not know what that was, so of course I pulled out the bottle of ASTROGLIDE. I put a little on me, and she put a little on her, she got back on cowgirl style. This time, the ride was much better. (later she would beg me for the bottle of Astroglide. How could I refuse such a gift?)

She was really on fire now. Obviously, she was getting to know me, and really seemed into me now. At one point she flipped over on her back, and raised her legs all the way up to her ears...over my shoulders. It was a great position, and gave me a chance for more DFK while I plowed her lower 40. I stopped at one point for more DATY. She kept her hand on my forehead to push me away when it got too intense. This little one was hot as fire.

For some reason I still had a hard time finishing, although the Cialis was still doing it's trick. She got the message and we reversed again for a wonderful BBBJTC. This time, it was even better than before, and once again she spit it out into the used condom, just like she had the night before.

We got cleaned up and climbed back into bed together. I asked her if she wanted to take a shower, but she said "no, frio." So we just curled up together and it was so awesome holding onto my tight little babe. I warned her about my snoring, and told her if it bothered her to smack me around and turn me over. At some point in the middle of the night, that is exactly what she did.

The next morning, I awoke to find her cute face next to mine. As long as I live, I will never forget that sight. She was radiant and beautiful, compared to what I must have looked like with my hair sticking straight up. She made fun of my hair, and we went off to the shower. She got out first, and I was a bit of a slowpoke. When I finally came out of the bathroom, J had already made the bed, neatly folded the blankets and was in the process of neatly folding my shirt and pants from the night before. These little special things impressed me so much about her. She was really a very special young lady. I pulled out three $20 dollar bills, and she was happy. I could have probably paid her less, but this girl had spent 14 hours with me, including the toda la noche. I was happy to pay it.

We had made plans to go visit her casa that day. I will spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say, this girl lived in abject poverty. I met her little boy, her mother, and her brother, and she introduced me as "her novio." I could have gone out to do more chica hunting that day, but decided I would have just as much fun with another Famous Astro shopping trip. J was thrilled and I had a ball making her feel special. Alexander and Y were with us for the trip, and we all decided to head back into Havana. We found some guy driving a 55 chevy, and asked him to take us back into town. He did, for 6 bucks. We all piled in the car, but he could not get it started. Alex got out and pushed, and the thing fired up. In central Havana I found J a nice pair of Fila tennis shoes. She was beyond exstatic.

By now, it was late afternoon, and I really wanted to get J back to my casa. I told Alexander and Y that we needed a few hours of quiet time. They both laughed and Alexander quipped...."ahhhhh, a little fucky fucky." I looked at J, and she smiled a big grin....and I confirmed what we had in mind. I have learned that after you take a hot chica shopping, she is more than willing to repay the favor.....con mucho gusto!

Astroglide shoots and scores #3

We get back to the casa, and waste no time getting down to business. This is now my third time getting into her cute little panties. She was wearing white thong underwear that left little to the imagination. I had a little fun getting them off with my teeth. This session was the best one yet. Once again, the shopping trip did the trick, and turned her from hot to "cien fuego." She was all over me with DFK....working her way down, biting my nips. The BBBJ was the best yet. She was really into me now. I had spent only about $80 bucks on her on the shopping trip....but the payback was ten fold. This time...I convinced her to use MY condoms, the XL trojans. Wow, that made a HUGE difference. It did not hurt when she put it on me, and it fit like a glove. When she got on for the ride, it was like a bucking bronco. This girl knew how to Salsa Phuck. I then turned her over into missionary, and finished with me on top. The rockets fired over the moon. We layed together panting for a few minutes, and then decided to get dressed again. We had to meet Y and Alex in half an hour.

As we were coming out of the Casa Particular, guess who I found but my old buddy Mario. He had been camped out there, hoping to suck a little more off the hind teat. Sorry Mario...gotta run. We left him there in the street looking disappointed. It would not be the last time I run into him. I had figured out his game now, and really wanted nothing more to do with him, although if it had not been for him, I may have never met my sweet little novia. The touts in Cuba will do anything for you, and get anything for you, for a little dough. Use them wisely, but be prepared to dump them when you have to.

We took a taxi back to the meeting spot, that same famous Bar Payret which became our home away from home. We made plans to go back to the same restaurant as before, and then later to go to hear a real Cuban band....and do some dancing. It was another double date night with the two couples....and I felt like a K*D again. J was even more affectionate....and this time was getting possessive. Anytime I looked at another girl, she would grab my face sweetly, turn it back to her, and shake her head no. It was sweet, but it also meant I was having a hard time watching out for more action. I was still on my recon trip and wanted to learn more about this wonderful land of opportunity.

The meal was as good as the night before, and J continued her motherly ways. She never ate a thing without first offering it to me, on her fork. She filled up my water glass, and we both shared a bowl if helado for desert. We walked hand in hand back to the Prado, and looked for the dancing place. The first one was closed, but the second one was a good choice. We went into Oasis, where they told us the band would play at 9pm. The band started setting UP at 9pm, but did not start playing till 11pm.

We still had a lot of fun sitting together waiting for the band to start playing. Everybody smokes in Cuba, and at some point the room got so smoky for me, that I really wanted a breath of fresh air. I told my table mates that I was going outside for a minute. They all three looked at me with a look of panic. J took my face in her hands and said....no way. You no go.

I stayed put, but I wondered why they were all concerned. They almost acted like I might just leave them there. I would never do that, but I wondered why they were concerned. (I would soon find out). We continued to talk and have fun. At one point Alex turned to J and asked her "You love him fucky fucky?" She turned to me with a sly grin and said "I love you fucky fucky." I started to crack up. My hot little babe was telling me how much she loved to Phuck me! It never gets better than this. The way she said it, with her fractured english was so cute.

After the place got even more smoky....I finally could not stand it anymore, and turned to J and explained I needed fresh air, and we should go outside "juntos." She said OK and we exited. By now it was about 10:30, and the Prado outside was hopping. We stood outside for a few minutes next to a pillar, with her in my arms. As I watched the Prado, I realized why she was worried. There were tons of chicas there...and some of them looked ready for action. She watched me like a hawk. She was not about to let loose of her prize posession. It was kinda sweet, although I was frustrated that I could not find more chicas, just to look.

We went back inside, but I was intrigued with what was going on out there. About 10 minutes later I explained to J that I had to go out again, this time alone. I explained that I had to go meet my Amigo down the street at the another hotel. I had been missing him all day, and needed to let him know where I was. She reluctantly agreed, but walked me to the door, and explained to the doorman that I was leaving but would return, and made sure they would let me back in. He said OK, so I left.

I walked across the street onto the Prado, and instantly got hit on by a hooker. There was no doubt what she wanted as she motioned me to come over. She was about a 6....and I said no gracias. I walked the five blocks to the hotel....and got stares and comments from several more chicas. I turned around and returned, and it seemed like all eyes were on me. There was no doubt there were tons of available talent out here for the taking....if I wanted any.

As soon as I got back to the Oasis, Alexander was there at the door inside waiting for me, looking nervously. I think he was afraid I had bolted...but of course I didn't. I got inside just in time to hear the band start cranking. It was now 11pm, and they were ready to rock and roll.

The band was awesome. They were incredibly talented. There was a male lead soloist and two female singers. There were three on horns, a drummer, and two keyboardists. The music was way too loud...but it was great. After a while they all started dancing. WOW, the cubans knew how to dance. They tried to get me on the dance floor too, but I'm afraid I had a hard time keeping up. We had a blast.

Finally about 12:30am, I told them all I was ready to head out. As we left, several hot Cuban babes eyed me up and down and licked their lips. Wow...if only I wasn't already half-married on this trip! We went outside on the Prado again, and there were still lots of chicas around. We walked back to the park area, and for the first time Alexdander hit me up for money. He asked for $25 bucks for a pair of pantaloons. I was very sorry, but I was almost out of money and had to say no. I felt really bad. I did help Y with $5 bucks for taxi fare, at the suggestion of J, who was always looking out for her primero.

Astro shoots and scores one last time #4

J and I headed back to the Casa for one more night of the most fun one guy can have and live to tell about it. J turned on the magic CD as soon as we entered the room. She said she had a big favor to ask....would I give her the CD player when I left for home? Of course I would, she had nothing in her little tiny room at home.....no radio, no TV, no CD player....nada. She gave me a huge kiss. She was very affectionate and loving, and the sex was the best yet. At one point she's giving me the best BBBJ of my life...she stops and reaches for the condom. I say "por favor, paqueno mas?" She smiles a big grin, and goes back down again. I watched that face go up and down and could NOT believe my good fortune in finding somebody this awesome. I made up my mind right then and there, I will return to find her again. She then put the condom on, and we wrestled around like we were in the WWF. It was incredible.

As she curled up in the bed with me, I brushed the hair out of her face. The music from the Magic CD was playing softly. We both went to sleep in each others arms....lovers forever. I slept like a baby, so soundly that I never woke her up with my snoring. The next morning....we spent some time talking in bed before we got up. She had trouble explaining a few words, and used my dictionary to help translate. I asked her if she had done this before with other hombres. She said yes, but only one time. He was Italian. She told me I was only her second customer. She said "gracias....gracias for todo." I took a shower while she again cleaned up the room, made the beds, folded my clothes and the blankets.

She had her arms full as we walked out....including the CD player. But she insisted on holding my hand all the way. We walked five or six blocks before we came to the taxi stand. She told me...."yo voy solo ahora." I looked into her sweet face, promised her I would return, and gave her one last kiss. She got into the taxi, and I watched her drive away. Wow...the flood of emotion was strong. I have talked before about how I have seen them cry when they dropped me off at the airport. This time, it was me ready to tear up. I know, I felt stupid....but this K*D was ripping my heart out. I walked back to my casa alone....

As I walked I thought about this rare and unusual trip. I realized I had missed countless opportunites to score and that I violated my cardinal rule of getting too emotionally involved with one girl. Perhaps I would not have felt so bad, if I had sampled more fruit. But I still had a few hours to kill before my plane was to leave....and I figured...what the heck. Lets at least see what else is out there. The only way to beat the blues when one gets away is go look for one more.

I returned to the hunting ground around Bar Payret...and guess who I found. My first pimp Gorge. What an odd coincidence. I really didn't think I had the time or energy to grab another chica, but I did want to meet a few more girls and just see what was out there and available. Gorge was more than willing to show me around...and we started walking. As we walked I began to get a little uncomfortable with Gorge. I remembered the admonition from J that Gorge was a bad man. As we walked, a Cuban policeman looked us both over, and stopped Gorge, asking for his papers. He did not stop me, and I just kept on walking. I would never see Gorge again.

I decided to make one last walk down the Prado where the hookers had approached me the night before. There was some large art show on the Prado, with lots of real Cuban art on display. There were Chicas here, but most of them appeared to be walking or sitting with a boyfriend. Only later would I realize that most of them were not boyfriends, but were touts in disguise. I did not know that then, and chose a little bench on the prado, about 10 feet from a guy and gal. After a minute or so the guy turns to me and said...."ssst. Hombre...you like a chica?" I was shocked and looked over to see him and a cute girl looking at me. "Hombre, the policeman is right over there, be careful." I turned and saw the Cuban policeman standing on the Prado not far from us. "Hombre, if you like chica, go over behind us." I looked at the smiling girl and winked. She winked back....got up, and walked a few feet to a little bar behind us. I followed...and sat with her. The tout stayed behind, so it would not look obvious. He told me he had a casa particular nearby if I wanted the girl. I sat down with her and bought her and me a Cuban beer.

Her name was Gardenia, she was 22, and had a K*D. She was about a 6...but a cute smile and a sweet attitude. She offered to go with me, if I wanted. I said "cuanto cuesta for dos horas." She said $30 dollars. I countered with $20. She said she would accept, but asked for a propina if she was very very good. I said OK...but I told her I could not do it now...I would have to wait till Manana. She made me promise I would be back there Manana to see her. I then had to apologize and be honest. I told her I would love to go with her, but my plane was leaving soon and I had to leave. She smiled sweetly, told me she understood, and asked me if would buy her N*na a bag of powdered milk. I felt bad that I had kinda led her on...so I said sure...and we went into the little store attached to the bar. I bought her a bag of milk for $6 bucks. We sat down for a few more minutes and finished our beers. I told her I had to go, and she gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and thanked me for my kindness. I really regret I did not have time to finish the deal with this one. I gave the tout a couple of dollars for his efforts.....and headed back to the airport.

My trip to Cuba was spir of the moment. I was not sure what I would find, if anything. What I found was a land flowing with milk and honey. The chicas are everywhere, they are sweet and gorgeous, and looking for guys like me. I will never forget this trip...I will always long for my sweet little J...and I will be back for more soon....just you watch.

It's still hard to believe this all happened to me. I am still flooded with emotion and memories over this quick little Cuba trip. I remember riding up a hill in a horse drawn taxi with 12 Cubans. I was sitting next to my sweet little novia and her 3 year old son. She turned to kiss me, and the little boy saw this and pulled out his invisible pistol and shot me in the head....blew on his finger, and stuck the invisible gun back in his pocket with an verbal click. I only hope that someday, somehow, I have a chance to kiss his mommy again....and get the invisible bullet from that cute little boy. That would mean I somehow made it back to one of the most mysterious and wonderful places I have ever seen. Someday....maybe.
_________astroglide (radioman)________

(Message edited by radioman on February 01, 2004)

Glad you enjoyed cuba brother!
And it's always good to hear that cubanas are still busy fucking gringos
DG

DonGringo....thanks for your excellent trip reports. They inspired me to go. Your last one was a true masterpiece. I was sure I would not find things as incredible as you described, but I was wrong. Now the only problem is....I keep thinking of HER....and ways to go back and see her again.

Radioman
Join the ranks of veteran cubaphiles who are ruined for ever having a normal gringa again.
So when you going back?
DG

Radioman,

Great report . . .great writing . . . I know the feelings well . . . I'd give you a yellow flag . . but don't want to spoil your high . . . I'll probably be heading back to Cuba in Junio . . .

Radioman
All my congratulations for your excellent report with many interesting details of the cuban real life.
I am very glad that you liked this paradise and that you encourage with your report of other American citizens to come to taste the delights of this island and his marvellous chicas.
What you lived is not an exception. These young women easily bind friendship (and more) when you bring a little tenderness… and good sex! Some dollars and small gifts are obviously welcome. But I do not call that prostitution.
I wish you to revisit Cuba as quickly as possible.
A veteran cubaphile

Manager: Thanks for the kind words, and also for your excellent trip report which prepared me for my visit. I was extremely concerned about going to Cuba after reports of government crackdowns. I was concerned that I would have a hard time getting around and finding the chicas. Nothing could be further from the truth. The Chicas found me. It was hard NOT to find them. While there were some that were not approachable in stores and the like, if you were on the Prado, or other public areas like that, they were easy to spot.

The other thing that amazed me was how quickly I found such a great companion for my few days. I did not get a chance to sample many chicas, but I did look around and talk to the Cuban men about the overall attitude of the Cuban chicas.

1) The cuban chicas seem to love sex. At one point on my "date" with J she turned to me and said "I love you fucky fucky." She said it several times to make sure I heard it. The other couple I was with included J's 18 year old "primero" and my friend Alexander. He raved about how good she was at el sexo. The girls seemed to be completely open about discussing sex in front of me.

2) The cuban chicas seemed to live for pleasing a man. My little novia would not eat a thing on her plate until she had first offered it to me. I finally had to beg her to eat her own food. She was content to sit and feed me all night. I did not have to lift a fork. When my water glass became empty, she would not allow me to fill it. She took it out of my hand and filled it herself. When I ordered her ice cream, she insisted that I share it with her off her spoon, and she spoon fed me. Every morning she made the bed, folded the blankets, and folded MY clothes neatly. These little things you don't find in the pampered gringas I am used to in the states.

3) They love to dance, listen to music, and laugh. My little babe held my hand and turned to me constantly for kisses. She had no problem with DFK in front of everybody in the bar. It was so common to sit and makeout like that, and nobody else seemed to care. When I danced with her, it was sensual and loving, and she turned to rub her ass on me like it was a lap dance. She was just on fire.

4) She was constantly make sure I was happy. She asked me all the time if I was having fun, and she made sure I knew how happy I was making her by being with her.

5) She asked permission for everything. She never ordered a drink without asking, and when I took her shopping she showed me the price tag on everything she looked at and asked if it was OK before she agreed to buy it. On the last night, when she asked me for cab fare so her primero could go home, she later asked me "yo moleste", meaning, did that annoy me? She explained how difficult it was for her and her girl friend to get home on the bus and wanted to make sure I was not bothered by the frequent requests for cab fare. I assured her it was not a problem, and that her primero was a nice girl.

6) She lived in a shack, with one bed and no furniture. Her dresser was an old suitcase. She owned three pairs of shoes. She invited me in to her casa as if it was a normal place to live. She invited me to lay on her bed with my head in her lap. She introduced me to her brother as her novio. She had nothing, but seemed unashamed. Despite horrible conditions she was clean, her room was immaculate, and she took care of herself and her 3 year old son with no husband or novio.

Maybe I got lucky, but if all the Cuban girls are like that, they could teach the world how to snare a man in a few easy lessons.

Rm,
Great report. I am glad you had a good time in Cuba. I agree with you about about having no problem with public displays of affection. My chica said it was no problem that we be seen togethor and make out. I also loved the fact that my chica made the bed and kept my hotel room nice and neat.

I can't wait until March for my next trip to Cuba.

Max and Pokermon...I have read your reports also. They were extremely helpful in giving me the courage to go down there and give this a go. When you go again, take notes, and let me live vic ariously through you. Hopefully, I will join you down there one day.

You are welcome anytime to hang with the Cuba Xl crew. We are heading back the last week of March for our version of Springbreak.

I have been reading CH while on the road, I am back home now and will try and finish my report from New Years.

Max...thanks for the invite. I have read of your exploits, and you are legendary. I want to go back soon, so I will look at my plans for March and see if I can swing it. It would be lots of fun hanging out with your crew for a fews days. You guys know how to party!

RM,
Send me your personal email and I will send you an evite with all of our details. Most people are arriving on the 26th of March departing on the 31st. I am arriving on the 23rd to get the party setup. I like to go out and hunt for the girls early and invite them to the hotel, so the guys don't waste time meeting chicas.

Here is a picture taken at our superbowl party in Nassau.
Max

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