After an extended stay in Argentina, I was preparing for my return to the States when one of my Argentine friends suggested a little going away party! Splendid idea.

Tincho, Raul and Martin said they would arrange the details. All I needed to do was show up. Another splendid idea.

The party was at Tincho's upscale bachelor apartment in Belgrano, a short hop from Nuevo Estilo boliche.... Tincho is trained as a lawyer, but his daddy is a prominent businessman who provides Tincho with enough money to enable Tincho pursue his passions... sailing, women, soccer and wine.

Given his background, Tincho chaired the party planning committee. A perfect choice as it turned out.

The security guy let me through the gate and into the lobby of Tincho's apartment building about 8PM. When I stepped into the room I was greeted by the noise of the big screen Sony TV turned to a soccer match...The Argentina national team vs Paraguay. After an Argentine style greeting--hugs and a kiss on the cheek. Yeah, even among guys. Takes some getting used to--Martin and Raul had already arrived and I soon joined them in front of the tv.....

Tincho had ordered Sushi and had purchased enough wine to last the night....Bottle after bottle of 2001 Escorihuela Gascon Malbec. We munched and drank and yelled obscentities at the coach, players and officials for the better part of the next two hours.

We were totally relaxed when the security guard phoned to tell us that three girls were downstairs. Should I let them come up?, the guard asked....stupid question.

Tincho had conferred with Martin and Raul about which girls to invite from an extensive list of their favorite girls from clubs and internet sites. Their previous research and collaborative effort yielded huge dividends....All three were stunners, and offered extraordinary GFE experiences my friends assured me.

Off went the soccer match in favor of Music videos and CDs. With the suave musica of Luis Miguel, Diego Torres and Norah Jones (yeah, that Norah Jones. She is quite popular in Argentina) in the background, we talked, danced and drank champagne...Carmelo Patti as I recall, a definite step up from Chandon.

The guys told me that since I was leaving town I got first choice. The decision was quite easy for me to make. In retrospect, I am not sure I actually had any choice.

Barbi pretty much chose me rather than me her. She sat beside me on the couch, this lithe creature. Somewhat reserved, she lazily stroked the back of my hand with her finger tips...then slowly raked her fingernails up and down my pant leg...nothing hurried, as if she had all night....

I told her I liked her touch. She asked if I wanted to go with her to the bedroom where she could touch me all over. Off we went to the bedroom. Another in a long line of splendid ideas.

Barbi is tall, slender, intelligent, warm but reserved. Probably mid-20s. She works for a massage place, which she enjoys because she can offer additional services if she likes the guy she is with....and does not need to offer anything if she does not like him. She must have liked me...either that or my friends had paid her enough that she had no choice but to like me...

If she was faking it, she is a superb actress! As far as I could tell, she offered an unhurried GFE experiencia. Kissing, nibbling, stroking, sucking, on top, beneath, doggie style...she seemed to greet each change with more gusto than the preceeding position. There was no rush when I finished....she stayed there with me, arms draped over my shoulders and her legs wrapped around mine. She ran her fingers lazily through my hair, looked at me like she was really looking at me instead of through me, and we talked for a good while about her life and mine.

I recall thinking that I was glad I had purchased Cialis at Faramcity that afternoon. Without drug enhancement I am not sure I would have been able to enjoy Barbi after drinking way too much champagne and wine.

Eventually, we got up, showered and dressed. We walked quietly back into the now darkened living room only to be greeted by the groans of Raul as he thrust away at his chica from behind....In the darkness I could make out the grimmace on her face as she sought release. Soon, she finished and collapsed on the sofa.....she made no show of false modesty when she saw us. She simply sat up, grinning from ear to ear. Raul, in contrast, grabbed his underwear and sped off down the hall to the bathroom.

Later,after the girls had been safely placed in taxis, I compared notes with the guys as guys are inclined to do. We polished off another bottle of wine. It was time to go home.

I sang "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina," to the taxista on the way back to my apartment. I gave him a 10peso tip for not laughing at my drunken warbles.

Tomorrow I would finish packing and make arrangements to go to the airport. Tonight I would sleep the sleep of the totally satiated.
Here's the girl who provided the satiation....
http://www.platynum.com.ar/Entretenimiento/EntretenimientoSpanish.htm

God, I love Argentina

Pirate,

Great story. Thanks for the post.

There are numerous Barby's on Platynum, but none with your spelling. Which one is she?

Thanks again,

Moondog

she is under massage not escorts. She uses the spelling Barbi.

"Un relax que no olvidarás!!!"

The Pirate sails again...

Oh, Yeah!

I won't soon forget this "relax." Not in this lifetime.

Pretty girl. Love the shot of her in the white pants against the window.

Thanks for sharing.

Arr, I'm jealous! Time to plan another vacation!
Shiver me timbers Pirate.

Baddog, BA gets in your blood. Paris without having to mess with Parisians.