I didn’t get around to writing this contemporaneously, so it may be a little sketchy. But I wanted to post the pictures and report on some great experiences.

A good night’s sleep did me a world of good. I woke up and went to hang with Brazil_Specialist for a while. I met Valeria there, and although she was not model material, she seemed nice, and I was horny again by that time. So we went back to my place and made love. She was OK, not great, and not good enough for a second round. I gave her $R150 and sent her on her way.

Photos: Valeria 30 31

I called Michele and set up our date for 9, she would come over. It was still early, and all this time in Rio, I still hadn’t been to L’Uomo. So I went, eager to experience the wonders I had been reading about in these pages for so long.
It seemed like the typical terma (I was familiar with all of 4 others), including the confusion over exactly which door went where. I went into the small boite, and saw about a dozen lovelies, and a couple of guys. I bought a drink and took a seat while I surveyed the place. A black Amazon looked interesting, six feet plus, but Rubia caught my eye, sitting across from me. She had such a sexy look I beckoned her over. We chatted for a while, and then went into a room.

Ruby was incredible. She generated sensations I’d never had before, the way she lay on top of me and ground her pelvis into mine. I don’t remember other details, but I left the cabine quite satisfied. She said she liked to do garotas, and so I asked her for her phone number, and could she get together with me and my college girls on Friday? She agreed, and said to call her Friday before noon.

Photos: Rubia 35 36 38 39 40

I went back out to the boite and stayed a little longer for a show. A tall sexy blonde named Shayla (I think) had arrived and would be performing. Damn, if she’d gotten there earlier she’d have been my choice, I thought, even before getting more turned on by her performance. The show was great, and I wanted to stay, but it was getting close to the time to meet Michele. Sadly, I left.

I actually ran into Michele on the street on the way home, an hour early. We kissed hello (on the cheeks), I said I’d be back, and I went upstairs to change and recover for a few minutes before going back down to meet Michele. She had been with Cris, but they had just split up. Good, because the first order of business was to walk through the ferias to find a birthday gift for Cris (and one for Michele, incidentally--a more expensive one, of course) (we’re not talking too many reals here for a couple pairs of earrings).

We were walking back onto Ave Atlantico when I spotted Bobby, out for dinner with his wife and staff. Someone had told me he knew about shoes, and I wanted to know more about getting some handmade in Rio. This seemed to be a good time to catch him with that question. Wrong. The group was finished dinner along with, apparently, a considerable quantity of alcoholic beverages. Bobby told me his life story--twice. It did involve shoes, but nothing he said answered my question (he really had no useful information for me). Meanwhile, poor Michele was sitting there, rolling her eyes occasionally. Finally, we broke away and went a couple of restaurants down the promenade to eat a delicious dinner (at least, my steak delicious was, I couldn’t speak for Michele’s steamed vegetables).

We went back to my apartment and enjoyed each other for a while. Michele is always a treat, and she hammed it up for some pictures (mostly clothed, but not published per her specific request). We went at it for a while, one time was all I had in me.

Michelle slept like a baby in my arms, so sweet. We woke up late, and made love for a while, but all I could do was work up a sweat, no leche for Michele.

After Michelle left, I went down to get a bite of pineapple and a cafézhino, and took a short walk along the beach (about all I got to see of the beach this whole trip was from the sidewalk, excellent weather notwithstanding. Ah, such is Rio). I also called Rubia, and set her up to come over at noon the next day.

Shortly after I got back, M called and said that Claudinha from KarlaModels was with him, but after a few minutes, he decided he wasn’t interested in her--did I want her? Hell yes, she had been high on my to-do list (along with several {dozen} others), but the way my trip was going, the only way I would get so see her was if somebody dropped her in my lap--like now. He brought her over, and I was delighted with her. She had a neat tattoo on her belly.

Photo: Claudinha 41

We spent two hot hours together. She had a great body, and was very sweet--a total GFE. Claudinha gave great head, and was willing with anal--tight as could be (a little too tight--but no problem, it‘s not my obsession, we just moved on. I‘ll use more lube next time). I loved the way she looked when she mounted me cowboy, breasts bouncing and curls flying, energetic and passionate. The second time, I came in her doggy as she stroked my balls from underneath just the way I like it.

Photos: Claudinha 42 43 44 45 47 48

Afterwards, I called SF_Hombre, and we got together shortly thereafter, at Caffeine (a wonderful little bakery/coffee shop on Constante Ramos near Ave. Copacabana). It was great to meet and get to know him a little, I love his dry sense of humor. We chatted for a while, and both had to move on. I’m only getting to meet a few fellow hombres per trip, but it’s well worth the time away from the garotas (besides, a guy has to recover a little--well, at least I do, maybe some others don’t).

Then it was time to meet my girls. They came over pretty much on time (6:30, due at 6 PM). We talked for a while, using the computer and my slightly improved Portuguese, and then undressed for some fun. We took our time, and didn’t get out for dinner until 11. Fernanda looked good dressed up.

Photos: Fernanda 49 50

Bob was supposed to meet us at TA, but he had just had his tests and wasn’t up to going out, he called to apologize. We looked around the terrace during and after dinner, but didn’t see any garotas the girls wanted to take back. So we just went home “alone.”

Photos: Teresa & Fernanda 51 52

In the morning, we had a leisurely brunch and got back to the apartment to await Rubia’s arrival. When she wasn’t there by 12:15, Fernanda called her. She gave some story about a motorcycle and would be there by 1. 1 PM came and went, we called again, and she said she was almost ready, she’d be there by 2:30. We called at 2, just to see how it was going, and she said she wasn’t going to be able to make it.

Oh well. I had in mind to treat the girls, so I called “Laura,” who was available and come over forthwith (meaning about 3:30). We all frolicked for a few hours, then it was time to go.

Photos: Laura 53 54

I finished packing (well, started and finished) with the girls’ help, but we were running a little late by then--it was getting down to the D minus 2 hour mark. I started getting a little concerned when I found out Tereza’s car was five blocks away, and she hadn’t gone to get it. So, we dragged the luggage five blocks.

Then, in an effort to make up time, Tereza went wide to go around traffic to turn left, but couldn’t turn. Here it was, rush hour, and she’s going around the block. But you can’t just go around the block there, so she decided to take a different route. It was smooth sailing once we got out of Copacabana, and I started relaxing, we still had over an hour and a half until departure. Then traffic came to a grinding halt. And started inching forward. And inching. I have a habit of not worrying when things are out of my hands--if God wants me to make the flight, I can’t miss. But I was starting to worry as we got close to D minus an hour; much as I’d like to stay, I had work scheduled as soon as I got back, and my clients count on me.

Fortunately, we made it to the counter at D minus 55 minutes, much closer than I EVER want to cut it in a foreign country, even one with which I am somewhat familiar and whose language I somewhat speak. And there was no trouble getting on the flight, although I had no extra time with my two wonderful playmates.

To my delight, on the flight was a military (enlisted) lawyer, a young budding monger, with whom I had made friends on the way down, but not really talked about mongering (he didn’t pick up on the cues I dropped). But he had been to a few of our places, and we had fun comparing notes. I gave him this website address. He may be among us even now.

Postscript:

Tereza and Fernanda went to Greece in July 2004 to dance for six months. They broke up there, and will be back separately in January or February.

Excellent report and pics-- it sounds like you really enjoyed yourself. Those Rio girls don't do much for me, but hey I'm in the minority freak group I guess.

Keep up the great reporting!

Great report, Hunterman. And what good luck, having Claudinha just dropped into your lap!

Damn...next time I am in Rio I am going to make a point to sit down a lot...maybe someone will drop her in my lap. I certainly hope so.

Claudinha's body is to die for. What an absolute beauty. How could you leave Brazil without her, especially with the service you got?

Great story and great pics.

WOW re: Claudinha. Thanks for the report and pics.

I am hoping she will be around when I get back, she's at the top of my list now. She was a real sweetheart.

Thanks for the story. When I was in Rio in June 2004, I met Rubia (VERY flexible)--at L'Uomo. I, too, arranged a double with her at VIPS.
Like you, I heard some motorcycle story as an excuse for being late (late even for a Brazilian). Rubia eventually showed up (HOURS late), and I had my threesome (too brief, because of Rubia's delay), but I would never arrange anything with her again (too unreliable).
But if anyone were to meet her in L'Uomo, be sure to spend some time with her.
I will be in Rio again in May--I hope to bump into you. Tchau!

I'll post my plans for the next Rio visit--no date in mind yet.