Our flight from Miami touched down in Guatemala City around 7pm, just a little ahead of schedule. I was seated near the front and got off relatively quickly. With only my two carryons, I breezed past immigration and customs. An exchange counter was ahead of me on the right, so I exchanged $200 dollars for the equivalent in quetzales. The counter provided a good exchange rate of 8 quetzales to the dollar.

I was briefly asked by a young lady if I needed a taxi, but I politely declined and walked outside to see if a driver from Holiday Inn would be waiting for me. They supposedly offered free airport transfer, but never responded to my request I submitted with my registration. Most of the crowd outside were friends and family awaiting their loved ones with the occasional driver sign mixed between them, but I didn't see my name anywhere. I walked among the crowd for a bit, very surprised that I wasn't approached by a freelancing driver. In fact, I didn't see any about until I looked across the street to see a few waiting at a distance. I walked around a bit more, somewhat amused that I wasn't being pounced of for a fare, before I approached the edge of the curb and a driver called out to me. He quoted me $7, a couple more dollars than I should have paid according to my notes, but I didn't have them out at the time and wasn't really concerned about it anyways, so I hopped in.

We passed some American car dealerships and fast food restaurants. I'm always somewhat fascinated by this when I first arrive in a foreign country, half expecting that I wouldn't recognize anything, but the American influence is too strong and omni-present. A few minutes later and we turned onto a major street. I could tell from my studying of the map I had that we had just turned onto Avenida La Reforma. A couple blocks up and we turned to the right onto Calle 13 followed by another immediate right where I was dropped off in front of the Holiday Inn. A gave my driver an extra buck and he gave me his card, suggesting a trip to Antigua and his special discount rate. I thanked him and walked inside.

I had already paid online prior to arrival, so check-in was quick and painless with their English speaking staff. A bellhop led me to the left of the reception desk where two elevators waited. We rode up to my room on the 7th floor and he gave me a brief tour of the room. I tipped him a dollar and took a couple pictures. I then cleaned myself up and looked over my map and notes to execute my plan for the first evening. Most of the clubs were in Zone 9, but Queens was only a couple blocks away, so I decided to head there first where I could quickly get my first session out of the way. I stuffed some notes and the map in my back pocket and headed out.

Holiday Inn Beds	I liked the marble

I walked past the Casino on the corner where I saw Las Torres hotel on Calle 13. I wanted to check this out so I was glad that it was so conveniently close. I made a right on Reforma and headed two blocks north to Calle 11. It was about 8:30pm and and most everything was closed, but a glowing neon sign and a young gentleman standing outside easily identified where Queens was located. I was patted down rather thoroughly, but little attention was paid to my tiny camera. I could see a small bar to the right and some rooms ahead. The club area opened up to the left where I saw the legs of a dancer on a high stage. I grabbed a seat near the corner and looked around. Young ladies in lingerie were scattered among the couches along the wall. Some looked cute, but it was not bright enough for me to get a very clear view.

Queens in Zone 10

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It wasn't long before I was approached by an attractive young lady from El Salvador in a skimpy outfit. She asked to join me and I accepted. My normal protocol would be to take a longer look around and scout for the best talent, but I had a long list of places to hit in a limited amount of days, so I figured why not. A waiter approached and we ordered a couple of beers. Soon after that we were talking and laughing, with her constantly grabbing me and rubbing her body against mine. She sat on my lap for a while and played with my member through my pants. I was pleasantly suprised to find someone with such a great attitude in my first hour in Guatemala. She then asked if I wanted to take her back to the room. This came quicker than I expected, but I was delighted with her aggressiveness and figured it would give me more time to squeeze in more sessions later. The price was 260Q, a little over $32US for the 40 minutes or whatever time we had, I don't recall exactly but it was less than an hour. We walked over to the bar where I paid up my tab and the room fee and we then walked back to the rooms.

I was hardly impressed with the quality of the rooms. It was a little better than Molino Rojo or 747 in San Jose, Costa Rica, but not much. My date got undressed very quickly and jumped on the bed, given me the first hint that I may have made a poor choice. I tried to talk a bit and slow her down, but she wanted to get into it quickly. Her attitude wasn't the kind of impatient rush that's the worst, but it was still too fast for my preferred build-up once we were alone.

She had long been fully nude by the time I had my clothes off, and as the last article came off she immediately tried to pull me on top of her. I could see this quickly becoming a poor session, but I was more amused than annoyed at how she turned out. She was still friendly and smiling, but obviously inexperienced and clueless about giving quality service behind closed doors. It was really surprising because she sold herself so well outside.

As for how quickly she pulled me on top of her, it was too fast for me to get on a condom. She was unconcerned about protection and wanted me to enter her bareback. At the same time, she was pulling me on top of her while her legs were still clamped shut. Fortunately, this made it easier for me to avoid penetrating her despite my hard-on, so we just grinded a bit before I had to practically force myself off of her to grab the condom.

After that effort, I wanted her to climb on top of me, but she would have none of it. The young lady was forceful and pulled me back on top of her, but she still had her legs clamped. I tried to open them, but she wouldn't let me. I finally did manage to work into her despite the tightness of her leg clamp, but the position was kind of uncomfortable and the sex was boring. Throughout this, she still had a huge smile on her face and asked if she was doing OK. Her attitude seemed like, "I'll do whatever you want to make you happy, but only as long as it's done exactly this way". I quickly became uninterested and laughed it off. It seemed ironic that my first session would go from so great to so poor, but it was only $40 and at least her pre-show and personality were somewhat interesting.

Photos: Clamp 01 02 03 04 05

I got off her to repeated questioning of whether everything was OK and requests for me to get back on her, but I really didn't want to waste any more time with her. I got a few pictures at least and told her that she did fine when she asked. I seriously think she believed she was a good lay and I surprisingly in a positive mood so I humored her.

I back-tracked south to Calle 13 where I turned right and headed west across Reforma and into Zone 9. I passed a Chili's on the left and the Princess Hotel on the right. The next mini block had a restaurant named Pizza Moi on the left. The mini block after that had Club El Oasis on the left, which just looked like a small house with the sign out by the sidewalk. The place always looked lifeless when I passed so I never bothered to check it out. After crossing Avenida 6, I walked past another couple mini blocks to hit Avenida 5. I turned left and walked almost to the end of the block to find Caprichos on the left hand side. I noticed a very attractive lady eating at a restaurant just before I reached the bar, I would fortunately run into her later.

Caprichos in Zone 10

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Again I was thoroughly patted down before being allowed to enter. It would turn out that every single entry into a bar would be preceded by a pat down, some more thorough than others. The small entrance room had a door leading to the right. I walked in to see this place full of clients and young prostitutes, although the dress was conservative enough for them to look like guests. Only a dancer on a small stage and a couple of scattered ladies were dressed provactively enough to look like they were working. I passed a staircase leading to a more private area and followed the bar as it turned to the left. The bar soon ended revealing it to be shaped like a small L. I took a seat and ordered a beer.

A couple nice young ladies stood out, but the overall talent was less than I expected. Few of the ladies seemed aggressive, and the more attractive ones even less so. There was an area with couches directly in front of the restrooms where a group of lighter skinned ladies congregated. It was easy to guess that they were the Russians. Like the at the Blue Marlin Bar in San Jose, Costa Rica, the Russians mostly hung to themselves, and often looked less interested in finding clients than the other ladies.

I bought a beer and hung out for a while before spotting the attractive brunette that was eating at the restaurant, but she was busy with another guy. I sat around checking out the other ladies, but the few that I was most attracted to didn't appear too approachable. After a while I was approached by a couple average lookers, but I wasn't too interested in them. I ordered another drink and changed to a different spot. Finally, the hot brunette walked by to go to the restroom. She seemed to clearly be the best of the lot at the time, so I smiled as she walked past. On the way back she saw I was still smiling and stopped to say hello. I asked if she was available, and she was, so I invited her to a drink.

I was standing by the Russians' couches, so we took a seat there. Only two of the Russians were around and they were seated on the other couch. While I was talking with the brunette from Guatemala, the two blond Russians kept looking at us and smiling while they were talking to each other. It was hard to tell whether they were flirting or found me amusing in a noncomplimentary way.

The ladies' drinks were somewhat expensive here at 80Q. I bought my date a couple drinks before talking about hooking up. I forgot to take note of the price, but I believe it was 350Q here($44US) for the short time rooms. It may have been as high as 500Q($63), though, I'm not sure.

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My slim Guatemalan date was pleasant, but to my unfortunate surprise, provided no BJ. Guatemala was off to a bad start in the BJ area. I found this unusual as I had been receiving mostly BBBJs in Dominican Republic and a fair amount in Costa Rica. Panama wasn't good for BBBJ, but I almost always received at least a covered. On my first night in Guatemala City, I picked two that didn't give BJs at all. Fortunately, Slim was a good lay with nice sound effects, she also stared at me seductively while I rode her. Afterw we got dressed, she asked for a tip. I gave her $10 which she seemed to initially think was too little, but then quickly said it was fine. I thought it was unusual how she so quickly corrected herself and wondered whether they weren't supposed to ask for tips.

I still had a couple hours before the bars closed, but I was already a little tired so I decided to turn in early for the night. I walked the deserted streets back to the Holiday Inn and got some needed rest.

Interesting report. Is Guatemala City still on your list for future trips?

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Yes, I'd like to return, but rather to explore and see more of the country than for the ladies only. Though not up to the service standards of some nearby countries on this particular trip, the ladies were still a wonderful benefit. Also, the lack of previous information/experience may taken too much energy, with the short guide I've written, I'm sure others can relax more and just have fun.

Hey Admin,

The crusier photos are linked to mongerX's Indonesia pics.

Harry

Admin: This has been fixed. Thanks

Vlad
Blink looks pretty nice. She's not Guatamalan is she?

Nope. I think Cruiser is the only Guatemalan I was with. Blink was from El Salvador.