For some time I've been wanting to make a South American trip to sample some of the lovely senoritas I've been reading about here at Club Hombre and elsewhere.

I've made about a dozen previous mongering trips to South America over the last 40 years (I'm 60) but none in the past 10 years.

My oldest son just got divorced so we decided to do a father-son "celebration" in the lands of the senoritas. About that same time I got an offer from my travel agent that sounded like the perfect opportunity. A 25 day combination land/sea package that included a 6 day stay in Rio, a two week cruise around South America with a two day stop in Buenos Aires, stops in 5 intermediate ports and finishing up with 4 days and nights in Santiago. One of the best parts of the whole deal was the fact that it was an introductory offer from a new consolidator and was really deeply discounted and featured top of the line travel and accomodations (business class air and a verandah suite on the ship).

About two weeks before we were due to leave my son stopped by and broke the news that he and his ex-wife had decided to try to reconcile and that he wouldn't be making the trip. He had already paid for his share on a non-refundable basis so I was free to go on a solo basis. (He may be able to reuse the airline tickets but that's about all he will be able to salvage).

I left on schedule on an overnight flight from Atlanta and slept reasonably well in one of those great reclining seats on the 767-300ER. Landed in Rio, eventually found my luggage after some major confusion and headed for the exit.

Went up to the counter of Radio Taxis and chose the one with the best looking babe behind the counter. Booked a fixed price trip to the Sheraton in Leblon and rolled my luggage cart outside.

A clean, new, large cab rolled up to the curb and the driver, Paolo, loaded my bags in the trunk. We set off out of the airport and attempted to strike up a conversation. My Portugese isn't so hot and neither was his English. We quickly discovered that we both spoke pretty good Spanish and got into a great discussion about Rio.

About 2/3 of the way to the hotel we passed a street sign for Terma Solarium on a light pole and I joked about making a quick stop on the way as that was the main theme of my trip. Paolo pulled the cab to a stop in a major traffic tie up and turned around. He asked if I would be interested in a somewhat different arrangement than hitting all the termas and other famous and infamous mongering destinations. My interest perked up and I asked him to explain what he was thinking.

Paolo said he had a cousin that was 21 who was financing her way through one of the universities by arrangements with a series of what were essentially sugar daddies. She had recently been dropped by her latest patron and might be
interested in a 6 or 7 day engagement with a generous Norteamericano such as myself.

I asked him to describe her and she sounded like my kind of gal. She was very tall (worked out to be 5-11 after converting meters and cms), long blonde (but not natural) hair, brown eyes and as he put it a great body.

I thought...what the hell! Couldn't hurt to find out what she looked like, what kind of a gal she was and what kind of an arrangement we could make.
I asked him if she spoke any English or Spanish and he assured me she could speak a little English and was fluent in Spanish.

He placed a call from his cell phone and she answered almost immediately. After a couple of minutes conversation in Portugese that I didn't understand a word of, he turned and asked me if I would like to meet her later that afternoon. I answered sure and he resumed his discussions with her. He hung up as the traffic cleared a bit and resumed the drive toward my hotel.

The plan was for him to drop me off and then he would go pick her up and bring her to my hotel. I was to call him on his cell phone as soon as I was settled and give him instructions as to where she should meet me at the hotel. Sounded like a plan.

We arrived at the Sheraton and he helped me get my bags out of the cab. He informed me that his cousin lived on the other side of town and that the "cab fare" to fetch her would be $R50. Sounded like a reasonable deal so I fished out the money and gave it to him, not completely certain that I would see him, her or the money - but what the hell...

I checked in after only a brief wait, took a quick shower, dressed in something casual and went down to find the bar. Once I located it and sized up the layout I went back upstairs and called the number he had given me. The phone was answered on the first ring and he told me he had just picked her up and that they were enroute. I gave him instructions as to where she should meet me and we exchanged descriptions of what she and I were wearing.

About ten minutes later I was down in the bar nursing a Planter's Punch waiting for this mysterious gal to arrive. Twenty minutes later a tall beauty matching the description he had given me walked in, pulling a small overnight size
suitcase on wheels. I stood up, waved and she waved back across the bar.

I could see immediately that she was really pretty and that his description was if anything, understated. She extended her hand which I took in mine and raised to my lips for a kiss on its back. Didn't seem right to shake hands with a gal I was thinking about shacking with for the better
part of a week.

She introduced herself in English as Thalita (which she preferred over her actual name of Thalia). I responded with my own name and invited her to sit down. I ordered her a drink and checked her out from up close. It took me about two and a half seconds to decide that I wanted this garota real bad. I was going to be a poor negotiator at best. Damned little head giving orders to the big one again.

I asked her to tell me a little bit about herself, shifting to Spanish and she noticeably relaxed, knowing that she wouldn't have to try to keep up a conversation in English. This was fine with me.

We chatted for a half hour or so over our drinks and I was becoming really enchanted by this gal. I suggested an early dinner at the hotel and she quickly accepted.

Over a second drink she mentioned that she was working on getting a degree in marketing over in Sao Paolo and had been "fortunate" to have had a series of several "sponsors" who had paid most of her expenses in exchange for her being their "girlfriend" for the duration. Her last paramor had unceremoniously dumped her two weeks earlier when she mentioned that the next term's tuition was coming due.

She asked if I was interested in having a "round the clock companion/girlfriend" for the duration of my 6 day stay in Rio. She made it very clear that she would be happy to be my girlfriend and lover for a week but wasn't intersted in being my "whore" for one evening or night.

I asked her how much her tuition payment was and she replied $R2,000 without any hesitation. I hadn't quite gotten the hang of the exchange rate but that sounded like something between $950 and $1,000 US. It was a hefty sum but about what I had budgeted for my intended mongering in Rio.

I gave it some lengthy, careful consideration (yeah, right) for about 2 seconds and told her I would be honored for her to be my "companion" for the next 6 days and nights. My only condition was that I would prefer to settle up on the financial aspects of the deal at the end of the week, not the beginning. She gave that some thought and agreed .

We ordered dinner (seafood for both of us) and some wine for her. I stuck with a non-alcoholic drink given my jetlag and what I had planned for later that evening.

Dinner was good and we were becomming rapidly acquainted. She was quite intelligent, had the cutest smile and knew just when to squeeze my thigh.

We gave her bag to the bellman and she asked him to deliver it to my room. I handed him a $10 bill and that elicited a promise that it would be delivered immediately without any problems.

We took the elevator down to the lower level and wound our way out to the semi-private beach adjacent to the hotel. She took off her shoes and walked right at the water's edge getting her feet wet on the bigger waves. She stopped and turned toward me and asked if I was ever going to kiss her. She fussed at me asking "what kind of boyfriend I was who wouldn't give his girlfriend a kiss".

I put my arms around her and obliged and was rewarded with a great DFK. I could feel the Vitamin V I had taken just before we ordered dinner start to kick in and warned her we might need to get up to my room sooner rather than later.

She laughed and said "vamos". And off we went arm in arm and "vamosed".

Once upstairs she took a quick look through the room and voiced her opinion. She liked the ocean view balcony and checked out the mini-bar.

Thalita told me she was going to take a quick shower and that I should undress and get into bed on my stomach and she would give me a nice massage to help me get over my jetlag.

Less than 10 minutes later the bathroom door opened and I felt her climb on the edge of the bed. True to her word she began a great massage that really got all the travel kinks out of my sore body.

She suggested that I roll over and didn't need to ask a second time. I got my first look at her nude body and was very pleased with what I saw. She was in great shape with B+/C- tits and a sort of golden colored bush that was only partially trimmed.

She continued the massage on my upper thighs and I got a raging hard-on. She squeezed it a couple of times for luck and then went down on it for a slow teasing BBBJ. I warned her to stop and suggested we get to the main event. She quickly unwrapped the condom I had left on the bed, slipped it on the obvious organ and climbed aboard for my first ever ride by a Brasilian Cow Girl. And what a ride it was. She alternated speeds and rhythm keeping me just below the boiling point for what seemed like eternity then quickened her pace and started working her vaginal (kegl?) muscles.

That did it and I had a thunderous climax to match the thunder and lightning that was now approaching the hotel.

She collapsed onto my torso and snuggled for a few minutes before roling over onto the bed. She deftly removed the well filled condom and went in the bathroom to freshen up. She returned with a warm wet towel for me and proceeded to clean me up just fine.

She asked if I would like a drink from the bar and I said "why not?" We each sipped on our cocktails propped up on the pillows and basked in the afterglow - with hardly a word exchanged. None were really needed. We finished our drinks and I turned off the light and she cuddled in my arms, spoon style and I was out in less than a minute.

I slept through the night and awoke to a very pleasant morning ritual that wold become a fixture of our nights together.

...to be continued

Irrespective of the outcome (terrific or not) I cannot imagine why you would come TO RIO DE JANEIRO FOR GOD'S SAKE, and cut a deal to be with the first woman you met for your whole trip.

The true price will probably be closer to double the amount quoted after figuring meals, drinks, taxis, shopping trips and perhaps even, at the end of the week, a donation to her, ahh, "school fund". These are not considerations when you rent by the hour. (By the way, I wonder how she can just take an entire week off from school)

Oh well, at least a taxi driver and maybe his tall blonde girlfriend are eating better for a while, who knows.

Gotta love these kind of stories. Installment 2, please! Do I smell a Jaguar nearby?

SF Hombre,

Once again sage advice for all of us from a true expert.

Just to set the record straight, Lurch is not a blonde (at least not this week), but she may have a boyfriend who's a taxi driver.

How do these guys manage to get themselves in such strange situations?

Take care my friend and many thanks for all your help this week.

Jag

I'm getting a fucking migraine reading this report. How can any member of this board manage to get scammed bigtime 20 minutes after leaving the airport?

R$50 for cab fare for the puta? Couldn't her "cousin" the taxiesta throw her a discount? R$10 (I hope not US $10) for a tip for the asshole at the Sheraton? Fuck, for six days mongering, that R$2,000 (not including all the shit SF_Hombre mentioned) would have gotten you a great termas run every day and a couple of all-nighters as well.

Some people just make life hard I guess.

Sounds like a great story is unfolding. Looking forward to the next chapter.

I agree, R$2000 is quite pricey, given that you have no other choices. Looking forward to Part 2.

WM

I just got back from the end of the trip this past Friday. Will be posting the next part of the report in the next day or so.

I want to reflect that when you are my age (60) that you probably make some different decisions than you would at say 35 or 40. The idea of a really pretty and sexy 21 year old girl in a foreign land as a companion and very willing, enthusiastic sex partner is hard to turn down.

The trip took some more interesting twists and turns as time went on but I will tell you it ended up overall being the trip of a lifetime and I didn't end up regretting a single decision I made. I've still got a grin on my face bigger than that of the cat that ate the canary and probably will have for weeks to come.

ECJuan,

Pretty and sexy 21 year old garotas who like to fuck are thick as flies in Rio. i'm glad you had fun, but always remember Eddie Murphy's routine about Saltines and Ritz crackers.

"Eddie Murphy's routine about Saltines and Ritz crackers" I know I saw it, but cant recall. Can you jog my memory? AZ

AZ,

From "Eddie Murphy Raw":

If you're starving and somebody
throw you a cracker,
you gonna be like this:

"Goddamn, that's the best cracker
I ever ate in my life"
"That ain't no regular cracker, was it?
What was that, a Saltine?

"Goddamn, that was delicious.

"That wasn't no Saltine. That was...
That was a Ritz. That wasn't a Ritz?

"God, that was the best cracker
I ever ate in my life.

"Can I have another one, please?
Please, one more."

Then you get married, because
you think you've found the bomb.

Have the same crackers
every day for a year.

And you roll over one day
and be like:
"Hey, I just got some
regular old crackers."

ECJ-
One thing I learned early on is that age has little to do with anything in Rio. I'm within 5 years of your age, and age has never been an issue in the P4P scene with me. You can have your choice of any of hundreds of 18-25 year olds, even take two at a time if the spirit is willing. So taking the word of a cab driver...well, it's not something most guys would do.

You sense the shock and horror of most board members, but if you had a great time, well, it's your money. Most of us believe you might have had an even better time at a much lower cost had you played the field.

Cat, that was funny as hell, and sadly true. That sounds like it was verbatim, how the hell did you remember that? What do you think happened to Eddie? Somewhere he lost his edge.

Bran, I realize age is no big deal with the girls, (which took me a few days in Rio to get over) but at 48 I get a little worried I wont be able to keep up in a few years. Even with V. Tell me there is hope. AZ

Hey EC, don't let the criticism throw you off. There are very few trip reports around here where a guy takes one woman for an extended period of time. There may be good reasons for that but I'm still curious how things worked out for you.

Just ran the numbers. R2000 for six days is $148 a day. Plus food and shelter. With the termas now charging around $111 for 40 minutes if you found a super winner, and had the money, it might be a fun alternative.

Tightfit...I figure with the addition of what I spent on food, etc. for her she cost me about $225 per day - which to me is a bargain for a 24 hour "shift". True, we generally only had sex twice a day for less than 2 hours but the other 22 hours of the day were alot of fun with her as well. Given what I later won at the casino on the ship the overall out of pocket costs were even lower.

...and I wouldn't have kicked her out of bed for eating crackers, either

I haven't read the rest of the post so don't know how things turned out but remember this guy was there by himself not running around with a bunch of buddies or his son as he had mentioned.

Alone in Rio, whoring around can get boring. I know there's a bunch of guys who are ready to have a beer with you but come on, most guys don't go alone or without plans to hook up with some friends.

I imagine that you took her on the ship cruise as well...that's got to be fun. No, finding the right girl to explore South America with you doesn't always happen from a hook up at Help.