I got up in time for the breakfast, but then went back to sleep for a couple more hours. Afterwards, I went back to Praia das Belas and “window shopped” for a while, and came back to the hotel to play with the internet for a while.

That night, I had a blind date with Jane, recommended by a fellow monger who was familiar with POA. He told me she wasn’t so pretty, but more than made up for it in performance and attitude. That’s what I like, so I had called her the day before and arranged for me to come to my hotel around 7.

Of course 7 turned into 8:30, and when Jane arrived, I got a shock. “Not very pretty” was an understatement. By CH photo judging standards, she maybe would have gotten decent points (3 to 5) if her photo were posted with a Tijuana trip report, but this was Brazil. I immediately wished I could be with Louise instead, but then thought, “I’d better make the best of this—she comes highly recommended as a sex partner.”

Well, I did make the best of it, and she was a good ride. We made out for a long time, and then she went down on me. Her BBBJ was excellent, and I had to twist away from her mouth before I came too soon. She writhed under my tongue, and seemed to come a couple of times. I really got into eating her, she had a delectable pussy, plus I didn’t have to look at her. She got on top of me and bounced up and down, then I asked her if anal was available. It was, so I did, and finished off before long.

We cuddled for a while, and I tried to talk with her some more. She was a Bahian, and had an accent that was difficult to understand. I felt better about being with her, she had pleasured me so much physically. We got into it again, but after trying for a long time, I couldn’t come again. That meant it was time for dinner.

I wanted to get typical gaucho food, and the hotel directed us to a restaurant called Churrascaria Barranco, one of the classic gaucho restaurants. We got there around midnight, and had to wait for a table; the large restaurant was full. Everybody was watching a soccer game, and it emptied significantly when the game ended 15 minutes after we were seated. We ordered the picanha, and split it; for R$30, an excellent steak for two. They had an interesting way of serving the salad buffet: a waiter brought around cart with three levels of trays with about 20 different salad items, and you told him how much of which you wanted.

Back to the hotel, this time I didn’t have any trouble coming. She cuddled into my arms and we went to sleep.

In the morning, we made love again, and went to the hotel breakfast together. I gave her R$200 and another 20 for a taxi. She went off to work, and I went upstairs to pack.

"I really got into eating her, she had a delectable pussy, plus I didn’t have to look at her."

Now THAT's fugly!

I'm not very impressed with the photos in the previous chapter either. Is good talent hard to scare up outside of Rio or what?

Hmmm...Hunterman's post brings a question to mind. I am a serious carnivor. I love Steak. Some of the best steaks I have ever had were Uraguayan and Argentinian, but they were served in other countries, so I don't know how they would taste in country.

Do the Brazilians cure their meat like in the US? In Costa Rica, the meat is uncured, so it is a bit tough and a bit gamey. Is this the case in Brazil, or should I expect the meat to taste similar to the US?

Hunterman,
I look forward to the Salvador portion of your report, as it's a city I want to explore more. It seemed like a lot more work to find action there than either Rio or Fortaleza.

Hunterman,

Thanks for the reports. I would have loved to hang with you and Fish in POA. Loved the blind date story, we've all been there.

DG,

A new word for the dictionary: Fugly. Love it.

Moondog

Reminds me of a Gal.

So fugly I 'Fluked" her. As in, fcukd til I puked.

Not a pretty site.

But, still remembered foundly...