Trekked up to Zoo Ave (Bird Zoo) first thing in the AM for a cool little nature experience, then made it back to San Jose for another round at Zona Blue. Ran into one of the Texans again and had a beer and a Vitamin V while catching up with his adventures and considering the limited Sunday offerings.

Re: catching up, it was then that I learned about the Eros Motel. Cab drives you and the chica out there (somewhere in the suburbs) and you make the deal sight-unseen, everything is anonymous and all set up for short term sex. Clean, nice, well-appointed and efficient for something like $35 for the room with towels and condoms. Didn’t get a lot more detail than that but am interested to learn more.

Re: chicas, I thought Marilyn, the Tica-next-door first-timer I’d already had, was the most appealing of the few available, and since it was pouring rain I figured I’d take a known quantity over schlepping through the rain to New Fantasy and maybe striking out there. So vamos, we go again.

Well she’d learned a few tricks in the 2 days since I’d popped her MP cherry. Instead of starting with a shower in the room, we wrapped in towels and went to the steam bath. She fired that bad boy up and we proceeded to have very hot and steamy foreplay in there by ourselves. That was exotic fun. We both got so worked up that we almost plunged the naked warrior deep into her hot wet slot, damn we both wanted to feel that, but I pulled back before risking that behavior. Anyway, we were good ‘n steamed up by the time we got back to her room, showered and jumped each other. Again no mamas but who cared. I DATY’d her to another intense O, then nailed her mish, with me standing and her lying sideways across the single bed with her head against the wall and her legs up, she fingering her fun spot, and me gripping her boobs like handles and using them to slide her sweaty wet torso down hard against me, over and over. Oh yeah. Good clean fun. Another shower then back to the bar to plot the strategy for my last afternoon and evening.

The monger map showed a few more Tico-oriented MP’s that I wanted to try for some Extreme Laps while the V was still pumping through me. Hit Europa 2000 and quickly selected a young, ok-looking Tica from the 3 available, made the $7 deal for “media-hora” with kissing but covered BJ, and headed back to the room with her. On the way I saw a cute young one pass us in the hall and made a mental note to have her next.

This session worked great as an Extreme Lap, no intention to pop, just grope and screw and have as much fun as I could for 30 minutes, then clean up and do it again with the cutie I’d just seen. Then maybe others. Didn’t occur to me to ask for 2 chicas together for a whopping total of $14, but that’s probably available, and what a value!

As we started the session I had fun LFK’g and feasting on her nice young B’s with big soft nips. She is a Tica, sorry I don’t remember her name, probably only 19 or 20 with medium length, curly, sandy-colored hair. Next came a few minutes of cbj, then she sat on top of me, slid me in and cowgirled me for the rest of the time. I do love that. She was getting a good groove on sliding her clit against my pubic bone and got quite wet and into it. She didn’t know that I didn’t intend to come and was working away at the task of getting me off the best she knew how. Sliding and slamming away on me while I just lay back, enjoyed the audio-visuals and played with her boobs. Lovely way to burn a V-gorged ½ hour.

Took a shower by myself (bathroom is off the room we were in rather than in the hall), dressed and returned to the lobby, where the cutie I’d seen earlier was sitting talking with 2 other girls. I was still obviously wet from my shower, but I wasted no time in making another $7 deal and heading back to another room with this one.

She had a really lovely face, superb firm natural C’s, a perfect ass and that creamy caramel skin that glowed in the low light. She had agreed to kiss and was pretty good at it. And she had agreed, with some conditions, to do bbbj. I speak hardly any Spanish and she spoke NO English, so what her conditions were I had no idea, I just knew she was carefully explaining specific boundaries in advance and asking me if it was ok. Of course they could have been anything, from “only for a few seconds” to “just don’t come in my mouth” to “I’m going to suck your gringo nuts completely dry like little raisins because I’m a total cum slut”. Who knew? I just figured I’d say “Si” and take whatever came with the deal. I love surprises. As it turns out what she had in mind was to cover the head with her hand and devote her oral attention to my shaft and nuts, especially my nuts. She was the first chica I’d been with who really got into extensive licking of my nuts and the area below them. Didn’t actually toss my salad but was all over that sensitive neighborhood. Damn I liked that.

I intended to do a similar, all play/no-pop, ½ hour Extreme Lap with this one too, but, as I learned after her nut-washing moved on to Act 2, she was a purebred Nica “F”-machine, and succeeded in scoring my load at the 29th minute. She was doing me cowgirl, and friends, there was just no way to stop that train. Felt too damned good. My plan for the Extreme Laps was to let the sexual tension build over a number of ½ hour sessions, then when I finally came it would be more intense. Well I only got to do one build-up session before this, but it still seemed like the pop I got with this Nica was extra-intense. Totally drained me.

Cleaned up and staggered out to replenish myself with a nice quick chicken dinner at a small restaurant I’d seen nearby. Knew my leche supply wasn’t primed for another MP session, so I decided to check out some of the clubs I’d read about. Supply is a bit limited on a Sunday but I persevered, driving over to a pretty dicey neighborhood to find Arcadas. Paid a small cover charge and had a beer while I watched a stripper do all the universally-familiar moves. The big difference from most US clubs of course is that every chica is on the menu for FS. Their dances are just infomercials.

Several chicas approached my little table and asked if I wanted company. Although I declined them all, preferring to play the field a while, it wasn’t long before a lusty Dominicana figured a way in through my defenses. She sat behind me and I suddenly felt warm strong hands giving me a very nice slow sensual neck-and-shoulder massage and a breathy voice speaking Spanish in my ear. Her hands soon wandered down across my chest to a more sensitive area as she slid her chair around next to mine, gliding her fingers up the leg of my loose shorts until she hit paydirt. Now that she had full grasp of both my attention and my equipment, she smiled and asked the standard Q’s: “Hi bebe, where you are from?” “Where you are stay-een?” Though a pleasant and reasonably attractive 30-ish brunette, she was definitely a no-nonsense pro and wanted to make a deal asap. I responded slowly, letting her fondle Mr. Johnson and taking my time enjoying yet another CR experience. A waitress appeared and asked in pretty good English if I wanted to buy this chica a drink. I knew if I sprung for the drink I could count on lots of mutual feeling up while she drank it, but the aggressive hardened pros kind of turn me off, so I went with my instincts and declined. I looked in her eyes, smiled, and said in English, “I think you’re going to make a lot more money with other guys”. I have no idea if she understood me literally, but she got the message and we parted as friends.

Feeling like I had the system down for this place I scanned the room for more appealing candidates with whom to frolic and fondle over the course of a few drinks, but there was not much to get excited about. Lots of Tico guys and about 4 women. None of which were the kind I was hoping for. Sunday night is probably slow anyway. So I finished the drink and headed for VIP Rouge (Molino Roja).

I expected that joint to be rocking but, at 10PM it was quiet as a church. No cover charge at that time so I cruised the floor and scoped it out. Relatively large place that must be fun when it’s crowded. Lots of hot Latin flesh moving and grooving. It probably gets busier later, and if I’d seen imminent signs of crowd growth I would’ve stuck around. But there weren’t people on the street heading towards it at that point, and I didn’t feel like waiting around.

Saw a Caribbean place across the street, which I interpreted as meaning it’s a black club. Looked open but I didn’t see any traffic in or out, and, this already being a way-sketchy neighborhood for a middle-aged gringo at night on his own, I passed on that adventure, and headed my 4X4 back to the hotel.