Sf4dfish called my room at about 8:30, so I woke up and we had breakfast together (included with the cost of the room). Then he headed for the airport, and I went back up to my room and back to sleep until about noon. I managed to waste time in a few ways (thank you, internet) while planning to go to Sauna Guaiba.

I took a cab there, arriving about 5 PM, and walked in the front door not knowing what to expect.

I looked expectantly at the man behind the desk and he simply handed me a key with a number on it and an elastic band. This was starting to look like the equivalent of a termas in this town. He said what I thought was lockers and pointed in one direction and then said boite and pointed in another direction. So I pretty much knew what to do at that point.

I went into the locker room and changed into the robe. The robe was worn and frayed, and it was armless, somewhat different from the robes I was used to. But I knew what to do, so I headed for the boite. It was a medium-sized room with perhaps 25 girls dressed variously in different outfits (mostly skimpy), with padded benches around some of the walls and some tables and chairs. There was a pool table, and a couple of girls were playing pool.

I walked over to the bar to order a Red Bull. As the bartender was getting the drink a tall blonde girl came over next to me and started eying me. As I opened the can and put it into the glass she came close and asked me what my name was. I told her, and asked what hers was. “Cynthia” she said. I looked around the room. I really had not had much of a chance to evaluate the talent there before Cynthia came up to me but she was very much what I liked: tall, slim, long legs, nice face, seemed to be very sweet.

We chatted for a minute, and I kept looking around and evaluating the women there. Most of them were reasonably attractive. There seemed to be 6s and 7s and 8s in the place. I rated Cynthia an 8. She came closer and kissed me, sticking her tongue in my mouth. After a few minutes of this I decided that she was definitely the kind of 8 that I was looking for. Although I do not like to be chosen--and chosen quite so quickly at that--I was satisfied with what I had. We went to sit down on the bench, and she motioned a guy over who came and filled out a slip of paper that I signed to take her. I had also signed a slip of paper at the bar when I got my drink, apparently the slips were their bookkeeping method. I ordered a drink for her and there was another slip of paper to sign. After sitting and chatting for a few more minutes she suggested that we go into the sauna.

This was a real sauna with plenty of steam and the two of us in there naked. We started making out and she was playing with me when another guy came in and just sat down. She did not seem to mind and I did not either. I was too busy enjoying myself. After we had worked up a pretty good sweat (which did not take much time in that hot, damp environment), she turned on a shower in the corner and we got under the cool spray of the shower and continued making out. After a few more minutes it was enough and we went outside the sauna and into a room upstairs.

The room was similar to the cabines in the Rio Termas. Cynthia was as beautiful in bed as she was in the boite. She was a passionate kisser, and really enjoyed my oral ministrations when I returned the passion all over her body, squealing as I reached and focused on the Y. After she returned the favor, we went at it doggie, the I turned onto my back so I could watch her beauty as she mounted and rode me. She put her feet onto the bed and started doing squats (is that Asian cowboy?) as I eagerly thrust upwards to meet her gyrating pelvis. As I came close to coming, we switched to missionary, and I enjoyed a massive orgasm precipitated by her spasms as she came for about the third time.

Photos: Cintia 09 10

Afterwards we talked for a while. She understood a little bit of English and was able to communicate pretty well. I told her about my adventures the night before. She told me that Carmen was a real thief, and had a very low opinion of her. She also said there was a Luanna who worked here too and we could go look for her after the session was over—I had expressed my disappointment that Luanna did not call me.

We went downstairs and the Luanna who worked at Sauna Guiaba turned out to be a different Luanna than either of the two at Carmen’s. I looked around some more and noticed that the place was much more crowded with men than it had been before. I still did not see too many women that were more attractive than Cynthia to my eyes so I left a very happy man.

I had dinner in the hotel restaurant (Caren had said it was a good one and she was right). For R$25 I had a filet mignon, two nice little filets wrapped in bacon with a very nicely presented vegetable side.

Looking at some of the tourist information I picked up, I saw there was a night club called “Acompantes,” which promised “exclusive girls that will keep you company in hotels and motels,” www.thebestcompany.com.br. Next time. Plus, there were numerous other establishments in the “Programa” (www.programa.com.br) that looked promising

I left for Grut Azul a little after 11:00, somewhat later than I had planned. A doorman opened the cab door for me and I went in. At the front desk they wanted to talk to me about the procedures (which I knew already), but since I was not able to communicate very well with them, they brought me inside to a bartender who spoke English.

As soon as he started talking to me, a cute little blonde girl came over and started hovering nearby while I was talking with the bartender. She just stood there three feet away from me smiling broadly at me, just beaming. I ordered a drink and she still stood there just smiling at me, so I beckoned her over. She said she spoke English and was one of the only people in the place that spoke English. I suppose she knew it was her cue when she saw the guy from the front door bring me to the bartender who spoke English. She was fluent and almost easy to understand.

Her name was Louise and she had a wonderful smile. She said she was a very happy person all the time. As we continued chatting, I was looking around at the room. There seemed to be about 40 girls there and it looked like they were mostly in the 6 to 9 range. Louise was a 7 plus but she did speak English. I had had a difficult time the night before at Carmen’s in the club environment sitting there with girls where you actually had to make conversation. With my limited Portuguese it was not easy talking to non-English-speakers. When the girls actually spoke English it was even more difficult, I guess I just don’t have much of this “game” my fellow Hombres talk about. I was used to the environment in Rio where little conversation was required.

She asked me to guess how old she was and I guessed 25. It turned out she was 34 years old, which I considered ancient to be working in a place like that. But I never would have guessed. She had a firm, attractive body. I got a little bit more excited because I remembered that one of the best GFE experiences I have had in Rio was with a garota who was quite older than the norm. Perhaps that would be the case here too.

She told me she was getting married. More information than I needed (or wanted), but she continued that she had met a guy over the internet six months ago, they had been corresponding, and fell in love. He called her every day, and was planning on divorcing his wife so he could marry her and bring her to Indianapolis. I thought, “That’ll work,” and told her to call me when she got tired of Indianapolis, like during the first winter--or second month away from anything Brazilian. She said he might come down over Christmas to meet her, and that he’d shit in his pants if he knew she worked in a place like Grut Azul.

As we talked some more, I noticed there were some pretty sexy women around, built the way I liked them (possibly with silicone enhancements). The floor show started then, which consisted of strippers dancing on a large stage with a runway extending out into the room, and Louise took me over to a seat near where the runway met the stage, where we could see better. Several girls came out and danced along the runway during an extended striptease. We talked some more and I started the interview, having decided that this Louise was a very sweet girl and I liked her attitude a lot. I asked her if she gave a BBBJ and she said “No. But I do something better” and she described how her muscles could squeeze. We started making out and I was delighted with the way she kissed. So I made up my mind that I would take her, CBJ or no. I do like the squeezers.

I asked her how much this was going to cost and she said $100. I told her I didn’t have dollars, and she said R$300. I countered with 250 and she accepted.

After a little while more chatting and making out we went up to a room. This was more elegant than Carmen’s, a large room with a round bed, a mirror in the ceiling as well as on the wall across from the bed, and a separate bathroom.

Louise and I really hit it off, we really got into it. I can’t easily describe the passion of our lovemaking, it was special. I didn’t mind the CBJ, it felt about as good as an uncovered on, and anyway, after a short time I pulled her around into a 69. She came a couple of times while I was eating her, and then we made love in several positions. And yes, Mama had a squeeze box, I had a powerful orgasm. We cuddled, showered, and came back to bed to cuddle some more, kissing and caressing, which turned into round two-I was still pumping away when the phone rang and we had to leave. And she wouldn’t let me take pictures of her lovely body unclothed.

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Afterwards we went downstairs and I was trying to say goodbye to her, but I couldn‘t let her out of my arms. We held each other for a long time and made out. She really felt good in my arms and she told me that she felt very comfortable there. I really did not want to leave but it was getting close to 2:30 AM, and I wanted to be able to get up early the next day. So I finally pulled myself away from her. But I told her I’d keep in touch, and maybe she could come to Rio for Christmas if her beau didn’t make it away from his wife. I halfway meant it, I was really liking this garota.

When I went to pay my bill, I noticed that they were charging me R$215. I had added up the cost as R$60 for the cover charge including up to 4 drinks, R$75 for the room and R$40 additional for extra drinks (required when you took a room, so the actual room charge was R$115), that totaled R$175 (I had paid Louise separately). When I asked about that they said I had had more drinks than the two Red Bulls I actually had. It took them what seemed like forever to get that straightened out. They ended up charging me R$175 but I had to hang out for 25 minutes while they looked for Louise to verify that I was in fact correct about the number of drinks I had had. That took a while, apparently because Louise was getting dressed to leave and they couldn‘t find her. I was standing in the entry, which wasn’t very scenic except for the occasional garota, dressed in street clothes, leaving the place—some with clients, some without.

I saw Louise on her way out, she was leaving “early” since it apparently was too late for her to secure another client. I asked her if she wanted to come home with me, but she said no, she had to go home to her roommate. Hmmm I wonder what that meant. She said the roommate was an amiga, but then why did she have to go home? Can you ever trust these girls to tell the truth?