A Little scare at the Airport

It’s Sunday and I arrive on time. I’m thinking now, I hope these people understand English because my Portuguese got left in the book. Got my luggage then called BS to let him know I was in town and eta to his penthouse. Next step was exiting customs to meet my driver from Amerioca Tours then to see Don. As soon as I get out of the gates, I see the booths for taxis and their enthusiastic brasileiras waving me towards them. I couldn’t remember whether these were the legit taxis as described in Bwana Dik’s guide or the ones outside. No matter, it was easy to say “No Thank You” since I knew had a driver waiting. Mind you, I was not conditioned to say “Nao Obrigado” at this point. Eventually, it will play a crucial part of my active participation very soon. At this point, I noticed a few people with cards with names on them. I looked around but didn’t see mine. I felt a few hairs lift up and trying not to get too nervous. Perhaps I took too long exiting customs and my driver left? In a second, I had 3 taxi reps come to me and ask me if I wanted a ride. I say “No Thanks, I have someone already.” A young tanned complexion driver with a goat-tee, with excellent English, was persistent. I’ll call him Jose. Jose asked if my driver was here and I stated no. He insisted in taking me if I knew the address. He was being a gentleman but I insisted in staying a bit longer in case my driver hadn’t arrived. I couldn’t call because even though I had Ken’s and Don’s number, I didn’t know how to call out…something so simple is so important. Jose decided to escort me to a booth. Being in a foreign country and at the airport for the first time, I was hesitant and suspicious. My defenses went up to ensure I don’t get ripped off. While cautiously heading over, I took glances around my surroundings. I ended up at a communication booth. I think I made a mistake here by buying a phone card and still couldn’t reach Don nor Ken. After a frustrating couple of non-connected calls, I decided to head to the exit to see if by any chance Don’s driver reappeared. I noticed one card upside down and had a 4 letter name. As I approached closer, it was my name upside down. What a great relief it was! Ola Roberto, Muito Prazer! Roberto spoke good English but soon found out it was more one-way, just like me speaking Portuguese but not being able to take it in.

First Contacts

When Roberto and I reach the underground parking lot, he calls Don. While Roberto retrieved the car, I speak to Don confirming my arrival and arranging heading over to the office to complete our transaction before heading to BS’ place. With his deep casual voice, first impression of him was he sounded like a Don Juan character with dark gelled hair, sunglasses, and flashy clothing. The ride was an interesting site – green mountain sides all around, people fishing off the bridge, palm trees, and everything new to the eyes. As soon as I get to AT, I finally meet Don and Ken. I felt a bit at ease since they looked like regular guys I can relate to, but extraordinary in what they are capable of. We exchange pleasantries, settle the $$, cell, and agenda. In about an hour they were heading to the terma Luomo. I was familiar with the term ‘terma’ and was curious. I wasn’t keen on going since I wanted to nap because of rest deprivation rest during my 19 hrs of travel. Next, Don and Roberto escorted me to BS’ penthouse where I stayed. Met BS and completed the transaction and settled myself in. Before unpacking, I met up with a few others there and talked about termas. These guys really prepped me because I didn’t feel tired anymore. My adrenaline and horniness came over me. Screw unpacking so I decided to meet Don and the rest at Alcazar. While heading over, I was paranoid of getting lost right away. Fortunately, it was just a block down from the office. Arriving at Alcazar, I met a few others from CH. Meeting other CH members fulfilled one of my goals. Other members I met were James, Jaguar, Stefan, MBL, and Sweetmesquite. It was nice to put a face to the personalities. Being very hungry and eager to head over to my first terma, I wolfed down my lunch while the others were talking. Ok, satisfied my appetite and now to satisfy another necessity…

First Experience

Sitting in the taxi waiting for Roberto, Stefan goes over the rules (I can only remember the first 2):
1 – Don’t do after the first girl
2 – Don’t fall in love
Well, I would soon break them, the second rule later in the week. So off we go to Luomo. We get there and I’m following Don’s lead. We get in changed into the robes and slippers. I prefer to go with my boxers on. I actually got complimented on them but that’s another session. I like the boys to stay warm rather than commando, it’s just more comfortable. Don shows me where the showers and boite are. Took a refreshing shower then to the boite. Wow! As soon as I walk in, beautiful girating women in bikini’s everywhere. Haven’t been to a place where there were so many semi nude beautiful woman within touching distance. I don’t frequent SJ’s plus you can’t touch them. Everyone else seemed relaxed and in place while was a bit nervous. I didn’t know what to do…sit down, hang out at the bar, stand still. I wasn’t used to so many women looking at me and I didn’t want to make eye contact. I was concerned about numerous garotas trying to seduce me and having to turn them down…I just wouldn’t know what to say or do without hurting their feelings. I spot a very cute, slim, tanned dark hair girl. We make contact and smile at one another. She sits down and I remain standing looking around. I couldn’t sit beside her because she was squished between two other girls. Then she gets up and starts sexy dancing with wicked wavy vibrant hip action in front of me. I like her effort in putting a what I call a female peacock dance to attract my attention. Yes, in this trip at the termas, the peacock world is reversed. The girls have to make the effort. I finally find a spot to sit down with room on my left for her. As I start heading there, she grabs my arm then I motion her over with me. I start talking to her but to avail. My reading of Braz./Port. failed me at that point. Based on my reading, she was right on queue to start making out with me and groping me. Since I was horny from a long flight, being in Rio, her touch, plus she was so cute, tight body and firm breasts and firm small butt, I decided to session with her…name forgotten. I used this one as my benchmark for the rest of my sessions: 19, very nice BBBJ, DATY not allowed, not completa, enthusiastic with good hip movement while riding me with good effort trying to get me up for the second SOG, hugged a lot while lying down, and affectionate. At one point there was an obvious discussion that I would marry or be her boyfriend. To get back to visit her again, she implied that if I saw her tomorrow, she allow me anal with her. Nice way to get me as a returning customer :o) I said sure but never got her because there were many others to experience. Afterwards, I had enough so I head back with Don and James. Well, Don came through here by introducing me to my first terma…another fulfillment. Now time for my needed sleep!

Overall, my first experience was decent with great enthusiasm and effort by a garota. I was definitely looking to more encounters but had to learn fast. Do not rush in by using qualifiers for my expectations. This experience made me understand what the termas were about and how I should handle myself. Another important element was the fact that I was with other like-minded experienced CH members and that made me feel more secure. The post readings had prepped me but this first-hand experience definitely cleared the mystery around them.

Dean,

Your report is fabulous. Glad to see I'm not the only one Roberto pulled that funny upside down sign trick on. Doesn't he have a wonderful sense of humor?

Okay, you got me curious, what's the second SOG mean? The only SOG I know about is my fucking knife. Enlighten me, please.

Jag

Jag, that would be shot(s) on goal, or in this case: The second cumming of Dean! lol

Copperfieldkid,

Okay, okay, so I'm now educated! Thanks for the short and concise explaination my friend.

BTW, when we get together on the 29th, lunch is on me. Shit, I can't believe it! Three times in a row I tried to type "lunch" and instead it came out "lurch."

What the fuck do you think that means? Guess I'll ask Wolf for his professional opinion. Now he'll have another fucking diagnosis for me. Oh well, at least that will make him happy for the Holidays. I absolutely hate the fucking bastard!

Jag

Thanks Jag...

Good way of putting it copperfield :o) lol

I always aim for two to three SOG's a session...love to be in the play all the time.

Merry X-mas to you guys - Feliz Natal (in port.) Now off to the party and midnight mass.

You're going to midnight mass after sharing--and delighting over--your first experience with laciviously gyrating Brasilian whores?!?! You are way more sick than I thought you were, Dean. You're going to burst into flame the minute you walk in that church. ;)

Merry X-mas, buddy. Looking forward to the rest.

Pray for Jag (Not Jags!) he needs it!

pictures?

Dean: Thanks for the report.

jag:


Looks like a freudian slip.....lurch/lunch what is the diff???

i know where your mind is???

why don't you hop a plane and come back to rio???? just stay away from me...SAI DAI!

Yeah, that fucking phrase got me into a lot of trouble in Help that night. WTF did I ever listen to you?

Have a great trip and say hello to Lurch if you happen to see her.

Jag

Diversity,

Lunch always costs less, tastes better and if it's bad, you can just look forward to shitting it out the next day.

Cat,

Glad to see the Holiday spirit hasn't dampened your light-hearted nature. I'll tell Lurch to keep an eye out for you.

Jag