When I went to check out of the hotel in Porto Alegre, I looked at the bill and discovered that there were two charges for the single meal that I had eaten. The clerk got the signed receipts and it turned out that neither one of them was the one that I had signed. They were both for about the same amount that I had spent but they were clearly not mine. After a few minutes they adjusted the bill properly and I was on my way, but it was 11:05 and I had planned on leaving before 11:00 to get to the airport by 11:15.

Nonetheless, the ride was short and I did get to the airport at 11:15, went into the terminal, and got in the check-in line. There were about a dozen people ahead of me but the line moved quickly, and by 11:30 I had my boarding pass and was on my way. I went to the gate but the plane was not boarding yet so I sat down for ten minutes until the plane boarded. We took off uneventfully and were on our way. The flight was scheduled to take 3 ½ hours, so I was a little bit surprised when they said the plane would be stopping in Sao Paulo, and then they started serving lunch.

After an hour and a half we landed in Sao Paulo, and waited on the plane for an hour before taking off again. Apparently, Salvador did not use daylight savings time because the flight took another two hours and my watch said 4:30 when we arrived but it was actually 3:30.

As we descended into Salvador we passed over the city center. I was surprised to see that it appeared to be a modern city, bristling with tall buildings, and many of them were architecturally interesting. But the plane fell very slowly out of the sky, and the point that was downtown Salvador receded into the distance. We flew quite a distance before we reached the airport, which was 35 kilometers outside of the main part of the city.

When I turned on my phone, I found a message waiting for me from BeachBum2, who had gotten into Salvador the day before. I tried to return the call on my cell phone but it would not go through. At the Varig booth, I stopped and asked for help from the woman there. She dialed the number on her land line phone and I talked to BeachBum2. I found out that he had changed hotels from the one that we had agreed on, because it was not located near the downtown part of Salvador. Also, he told me that you had to dial 031 or 021 before the area code and the number in order to get through. A somewhat different system than we use in the United States, but you have to dial into the particular carrier with their code before you dial the area code. That applies to any call to a different area code than my phone’s area code (Rio, 21). Oh well, at least I know what to do now.

I took a cab to the hotel where BeachBum2 was now staying; cab fare from the airport was R$65. Hotel Monte Pascoal was a brightly colored building with balconies on the side facing the ocean. I went into the hotel and asked for a good room, high up with an ocean view. The clerk gave me a room on the seventh floor facing pretty much west towards the sunset with a balcony that looked out over the ocean from the side of the building, with a substantial ocean view. The room had a king sized bed and Internet access, although the Internet access turned out to be a receptacle for a telephone line with instructions for hooking your modem up into their line. Downstairs in the business center was a high speed modem connection which I ended up using for an additional charge. The hotel was also guest friendly, although when we brought our girls back they did have to sign in and leave their I.D.'s at the front desk. But there were no additional charges.

I went up to my room and unpacked and called BeachBum2. We met in the lobby for the first time and hit it off (we had met via PM on this board and discovered that we would be in Salvador at the same time). We went for a walk along the lovely coast for a little ways before having dinner. The hotel was in a section called Barra, where the ocean crashed along short stretches of sand beach between sections of a rocky coast. On the way back, we stopped and ate at a restaurant close to our hotel called Barravento.

Barravento is an excellent Baianese restaurant. I got a mixed seafood dish that included lobster and shrimp for R$47 , and BeachBum2 got a mixed seafood dish which was mostly fish with some small shrimp, for R$ 31. Both were excellent. Our seat was right above the sandy beach, with the waves crashing in several feet from where we sat. It was a charmed dinner. The only thing missing was the romance of female companionship.

So, we set out to fix that. After dinner, we came back to the hotel, changed, and went down to the lobby to catch a cab. Outside, there was a cab waiting with an older gentleman driver. BeachBum2 had clipped an ad from a newspaper that had a description of a place with no address, only a phone number and a general location. The taxista started to try to call the place to find out where it was located. He didn’t seem to be able to dial the number correctly. After literally two minutes of him fiddling with the telephone, BeachBum2 pulled out his own phone, dialed the number, and handed the phone to the guy. After getting the address, the taxista still didn’t seem to know where it was located. He called out the window to another cab driver who came over and said, yes, I know what you want. Since our taxista seemed to be a total dork, we got out and went with the other driver, a young man named Marcio. Marcio spoke some English but was very soft spoken. Between his accent and volume, it was difficult to understand him. Nonetheless, he seemed to know all the places that we might want to go, and off we went for the place on the ad. We drove and drove and finally BeachBum2 said, "Where is this place?" Marcio said, “Well, it is still some distance away, but I know a place that is near here.” So we stopped into a place called Relax.

Relax Right reminded me of the casas in the Dominican Republic. There was a gate in front facing the street, a solid gate that a man opened as we approached. Inside was a little parking area and an entrance to a house. We went into Relax and inside was a swimming pool with eight or nine girls standing around. They were not particularly attractive. BeachBum2 and I looked around and thought, well, maybe there are one or two here that we could do if we had to, but we thought it would be a good idea to press on and see what else the night had to offer.

Marcio took us to the next stop called Maison Close, telephone 232-7851. There were several guys in there sitting with four or five girls and another table with four available girls. As we walked in, the proprietor (a very odd looking, somewhat effeminate fellow) greeted us, and beckoned to the girls sitting along at the table to come over. One was very cute, BeachBum2 and I agreed, we could both do her very happily. But, there was only one. The girls took us on a tour of the place. The gate at the street opened into a parking area and a bar with several tables. Upstairs, there was another, somewhat more elegant bar, with an adjoining area which reminded me of the Sultan Suite at 4x4.

Since there was only one girl we wanted, we left to explore further, hoping to check out the restaurant/dance place, Casquini de Siri. We drove and drove. It was quite a distance away from the hotel, close to the airport. We finally arrived, and found the place to be almost deserted. In fact, there were only a few couples on the inside. It looked like Terraco Atlantico at 7 PM. There were a few girls hanging around the parking lot, and we took a stroll down to the end of the parking lot. These girls were definitely available, perhaps waiting to go in. We were solicited with eye motions as we walked along the parking lot from all three groups of girls. But none of them was particularly interesting, and we were a long way from home.

We got back in the car and headed back to Free Night, a club we had passed on the way out. A half dozen guys were hanging around outside. As we walked up the steps, three girls came out and greeted us, and tried to pull BeachBum2 and me over to the ticket booth to pay our R$30 to enter. Then another girl came out, a spinner dressed in a leather outfit complete with hat and billy club, sort of a leather uniform. She was quite sexy, but the place looked deserted. We chatted with the girls there and decided to move on.

In front of the club, we met a garota who was not working there, but apparently was just hanging out. She spoke a little English and we started talking with her. Her name was Eleanor and she was pretty cute. She said there was a restaurant down towards our hotel where there were some girls hanging out and she would be going there later but she had to catch a ride because she did not have any money. I said, "Well, why don't you come with us and we will go down there." So we all hopped in Marcio's car and drove down to check out this restaurant.

It was around the point from the lighthouse at the west end of Salvador. It had an outdoor patio with a couple of tables occupied by people, one of which had four girls, the others had couples. One of the four girls was particularly interesting. I got Eleanor’s phone number, and asked her to call me the following afternoon. BeachBum2 and I got back in the cab, and BeachBum2 said we were going to Free Night. There were still a couple of places we had not been to yet but BeachBum2 said, “Marcio told me that Free Night is really the best place, so I’ve decided we should go there.” We drove to Free Night and Marcio waited while we went in. The place had livened up and there were at least a dozen girls in there. I did not see the girl I liked so much, the one with the leather uniform, or the other two girls that had been working us. But as I went to the men’s room before we ordered our drinks, the leather girl passed by me and went into the women's room to do her business. She came out and started dancing on stage. Wow, she was quite sexy.

I started winking at her while she was dancing, indicating that I wanted her--she was so sexy in that outfit. After the dance, she came over to my table and sat down. I tried to talk but the music was so incredibly loud that it was virtually impossible to communicate, plus she had an accent that made it hard to understand so that, even when the music level was down for a minute, I still could not understand her. So, I was unable to interview her properly. Meanwhile, BeachBum2 had picked up an attractive slim girl, and seemed to be choosing her. I tried to find out a little bit more about Monica but it was difficult with the volume of music. She would not kiss me which I thought was a bad sign, given that BeachBum2 and his girl were starting to make out already. I think Monica said em cama, and I started to get a bad feeling because in all my experience, the garotas that had said they would kiss in the room but not here in the club never carried through.

However, Monica was sooooo sexy that I could not bear to pass her up. She asked for R$200. I offered 150 and she said okay. We paid the R$30 apiece exit fee. Monica's Red Bull cost R$18, my water and BeachBum2’s coke were R$6 each.

We got into the cab and headed back to the hotel where the girls filled out their check-in form and left their I.D.s at the desk. We came up to the room, and Monica got undressed and took a shower. She seemed relieved to get out of her outfit (I didn’t blame her), and she looked as delicious as I had expected.

Photos: Monica 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25

However, she turned out to be a cold fish in bed. As I suspected, she would not kiss. As I sighed in resignation, and let my hands savor her soft skin, I started kissing downwards towards her crotch. But as I got close, she pulled me away, and said she didn’t want me to do that. She put a rubber on me, and sucked away (not bad) for a few moments, before getting on top of me. She bounced up and down for a while before I pulled her down into a doggie. I was pounding away, harder and harder, starting (finally) to get really turned on. Then, just as I started to come, she suddenly pulled away, leaving me spasming into thin air. She ran into the bathroom and came out a moment later, pulling a towel away from her crotch, showing me a trace of pink on the towel.

I wasn’t sure if it really was the beginning of her period (I had been ramming her pretty hard, and I know that can start it), or if she was just a real live sadist with a leather outfit, choosing a horrible torment for a loving guy. It didn’t matter, we were done, even though she had agreed on two hours. I paid her, she left, and I went to sleep by myself.

Stone cold beautiful. Smoking hot body.

Dude you've been going a few days w/out much GFE from a hottie. Hope things turn around for ya soon!

They do in the next chapter or two. This is off the beaten path, remember, so I'm flying pretty much blind.

Wait a minute, Jane from the night before was a GFE and a hottie (if you closed your eyes), and I had two the day before.... I guess I just write a lot, so it SEEMS like a long time.

But at this moment, yes, it's been too long without a GFE hottie--since I left Brasil 3+ weeks ago.

Beautiful body. Thanks for the pix.

Moondog

Well at least I finally got to see her naked. She really is quite hot. She was probably the hotter of the two we took out, but mine ended up being the gfe.