Woke up quite early. Managed to get back to sleep. Woke up quite late and had to hurry to showered and get ready for my day’s activities. After about a half hours work on the computer, I headed over to the Internet café to post event up to date. Then headed over to watch the Garotas on the beach I front of HELP.
A note of oddity at this point. This beautiful apartment I have rented comes with two sizes of spoons…tiny and huge. Not a teaspoon nor tablespoon in the joint. Makes it rough for making coffee and eating out of a bowl….sheesh.
Here was the most recent sand work:
While relaxing and taking in the view, I received frequent visits from oddly painted young ladies and lads. Some had nearly their entire body painted, some just a flower or such. Sandman had explained that these are college freshmen who are undergoing initiation. They hold out a Dixie cup for money. No doubt for the senior class members to have for a party, but I gave a few $R to these two gals cuz they were so cute in their approach.
I got nailed by my first shit-flinger while seated under one of those yellow café umbrellas next to the sand. The guy came running up to clean it, and I told him to bugger off. I did borrow his rag to wipe it off, then gave him the “I know what you did, get lost” look. He left. Fifty minutes and one hundred-fifty touts later, I headed over to TA and found Don, Chave’ and an arriving SweetMesquite. Grabbed a quick, expensive but surprisingly good hot ham and cheese sandwich, and several of us headed to 4X4.
Once there, we made our way into the boite to see the whole place decked out in Balloons and little paper table cloths. Gr8ter pointed out that this is done on the first Tuesday of every month. I have no idea why, it did not seem to have any special meaning and obviously had not drawn any more customers than when we were there at the same time the previous day, but……oh well.
Yesterday I watched the two cutest girls leave with SweetMesquite and Gr8ter. Today I got to her early. I think her name is Sandy (I think it is her real name). We chatted (sort of), Gr8ter translated a lot and she asked if I was interested in a Dupla. I asked her who she would pick as the other girl, and she pointed out a couple of choices. I noted little looks, hand movements and eye signals between Sandy and these “other” girls, so I had no delusions about the situation being spontaneous, but finally decided that since I was really tired today, two girls would be able to take all the work load off of me and I selected a girl named Elise as the second. Oh!, says Sandy, I make love to her for you to see…yadda yadda yadda. We head up to the room. First they disappear for several minutes to do “business”, then they each take a shower, then they dry and dry and dry. Finally we get started. The girls hardly give more than a peck on the cheek to each other the whole time, and frankly the sex was pretty sub par, so I decided to finish orally.
The Blowjob
I give this it’s own heading as it was a world away from the rest of what happened in the room. As it turns out, Elise is lousy at giving head, but Sandy is quite gifted. As I said earlier, I was feeling tired today, and had decided to make the girls do the work. Once I established who had the talent, it was Sandy giving the head, and Elise with the light rubbing and caressing. Elise had smallish tits, but very nice little eraser tip nipples, so I went to work on those as Sandy went to work on me. Within about ten minutes I was right at the edge of cumming. I looked down at Sandy, who’s head was bobbing up and down at a blistering speed. For some reason, my mind decided to play tricks with me as the song “Hot Rod Lincoln” popped into my head and I could not get rid of it. The frenetic pace of her head and the Lyrics to the song just stuck there in my mind and I let out a laugh. Of course she stopped and my near cum was immediately aborted. I assured her nothing was wrong, so she resumed. Another ten minutes and again on the edge of cumming, I look down at Sandy’s face. She had not let up this pace for 20 minutes now. She was sweating, her lips were quivering and again my mind decides to mess with me. I suddenly see the drink commercial (Gatorade, I think) with the athlete running a race on hot asphalt, tired, dehydrated until finally her foot sticks to the road, breaks off and sends her crashing to the ground, shattering her in a thousand pieces. Now, all I can see in my mind is Sandy’s lips shattering, her nose popping off her face and her head turning to gravel…..sheesh, did I have some bad water or what. Of course, I laugh again and she stops, thus aborting another chance to nut on her beautiful little face. Again I assure her nothing is wrong, and with a look that clearly told me how strange I was, she resumed her steamy piston action. Another ten minutes and I am again on the edge. This time I studiously avoid looking at Sandy, Elise, the ceiling or anything else which might bring some weird spectacle to mind. I squeeze my eye shut. My legs are screaming from 30 minutes of muscle clenching and I have a fleeting concern about getting a cramp, but keep focusing on that sweet sensation burning at the end of mini-me. Finally, I let loose. Sandy, caught off guard, takes the whole load in her mouth and her eyes grow to the size of Frisbees. She regains her composure and boldly swallows for Elise and I to see.
Sandy and I are totally drenched in sweat, Elise looks fresh as a daisy and Sandy clearly was not happy about the fact she had to do the lion’s share of the work, but that is an issue for them to deal with I suppose. I just lay there panting and trying to get the knots in my leg muscles to relax as the girls take another shower. I join Sandy in the shower for a good rinse and rub her shoulders for a minute by way of encouragement. The phone rings while we are drying off.
Back in the Boite, Gr8ter and I prepare to leave as SweetMesquites choice had finally gotten freed up and he heads off to the cabine.
I grabbed dinner at the Chinese place and headed back to the apt. for a little nap around 6 pm.
Met the gang at Centaurus at around 9ish and made my first trip in. Hemp was there and kind enough to get the management to allow me to pay as I was leaving and only for what I actually used. Thanks Hemp, you are a great guy to hang with. I went upstairs and found a vast array of talent. The guys were saying that it was a slow night, which made me wonder just how awesome this place must be on a normal night.
I found my favorita from the February trip here. She was working at Solarium then. I was not going to session as I still felt like I needed splints to keep my knees from buckling after the afternoon straining.
She did not seem to recognize me in the Boite, but as I was leaving, she was in the locker room with another guy, and in the light she realized who I was. “My Chocolate!” she cried. It would seem that my sexual prowess was NOT what I was remembered for. “Yes, I will bring you some chocolate when I come back in.“ She was all smiles and then was off with the other guy…..oh, well, it is always nice to know that I can have her anytime I want her J.
Well, by this time, I was ready to head for the crib and some much needed sleep, so I dressed, paid my bill and headed out. I actually had to get out of three different cabs because they all wanted $R10 for the ride back. It was only about 1 km, and should have been no more than $R5, so I flagged one on the street who started the meter and got home. The meter read $R4,60 BTW. Damned crooks.
So ends a bizarre day in beautiful Rio. Good night!