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ARRIVAL: My flight arrived at 11:00, half hour late. I go to the exchange teller, at 1100CLP/GBP. I change 50GBP, go over to the regulated Taxi kiosk next to the Exchange one. I tell the lady my hotel destination, she prints out a coupon, 15 USD from Airport to Crowne Plaza Hotel on Alemenda (sp?). The weather is nippy and overcast, around 42F. The cab-driver assigned by the guy outside the customs, is very helpful. Puts my carryon, shoulder bag and dutyfree bag into the trunk. The taxicab driver wants to be my guide, show me around, and also take me to the office on Monday if I want. I ask him to check back tomorrow morning, maybe.
The hotel Front Desk had totally messed up my reservation, misspelt my Last Name, wrong arrival date. Up rolls the Airline Crew van, I get a big smile from the OBFL (on-board-flightcrew-leader). Seems like most airlines put up their crew at Crowne Plaza. Once I pulled out the printout from their email confirmation, and my priorityclub card, it got all straightened out.
The bellboy took my luggage up into the elevator. The upgraded room was very business like - I gave the bellboy 10USD and asked him when he got off duty, just in case I wanted to ask him for help. At first he was puzzled, then I slowly told him that I was uncomfortable asking the lady Concierge about certain information
Which got him smiling. More about that later. I open the curtains and look out at a big XeroX sign on the building yonder. I unpack, shave, shower and go get myself the newspapers, and a pre-paid card. Searching for a person who understands basico Inglés becomes a challege in places like these
After maybe a dozen plus calls, I finally get a possible chica. This is now a person totally unseen and have to worry about whether the 24 anos is really 24 years or *not*. I step out into a cold drizzling afternoon to look for a bite to grab. Two block down on the Ave itself is a diner like place that has a special for 4900CLP. A seafood plate with rice, a coke, and a gelato-like dessert. Back to the room, I fiddle with the thermostat to 30C, and take a nap. I am woken up by the telephone ringing. It is the frontdesk announcing Marcia. I ask them to send her up, I hurriedly wash my face, comb my hairs. A gentle knock that I can barely hear, and I peek into the keyhole - Enters a 5'3" chica maybe in her late 20s. She has a dark sweater and trousers and high heels. We make small conversation - with her broken Inglés and my rudimentary spanish. She's nervous or shy, or both - I have a box of Godiva which I picked up at the duty free, I opened it up and offered her a choice - An ice breaker, I picked one and bring it to her mouth, as she bites, she grins, and holds my other hand. I slowly lead her to of the couch, caress her face, her hairs, making her more comfortable.
I moved up and cuddled her into my arms, and started the ardous task of trying to get her sweater off. She obliges by raising her hands, and I got my first peek at the twin assets. Incased in an inexpensive chiffon blouse and lacy bra - hints of a C cup. Her first action words - "You like ? " I nodded, and she got up to remove her heels and upzip her trousers. I led her to the large chair, and sat her on my lap and began the process of removing rest of her clothes while kissing and enjoying her soft and half-sagging boobs. I got up, turned her on the chair and started my exploration leading up to a DATY.
This girl was less than enthusiastic or eager about DATY, motioning me to move to the bed. I removed my clothes. Tired and jet-lagged - I was not ready or eager to start the main event. We fondle and smooch around for around another 15-20 minutes or so, then I lead her to the bed and ask her to start the OWO, which afer a moments hesitation she starts. Surprise, surprise - her talent in doing was remarkable - very much like my experience with the Olympian [ Ref: the DOTCOM report] It was silky,smooth. Just before I'm ready to unload, she encased my JohnThomas in between boobs till I painted her cleavage with my load. After a brief moment of resting on my chest, she got up to clean herself up. More Godiva, much cuddling and I ask her to give me a massage and rubdown. I did not even have an idea when I dozed off to sleep.
After maybe an hour or so I woke up and found my lovely reading my crumpled copy of The Mirror.
Rested, I was ready for the main action. More fondling and smooching. She retrieves a condone from her pocketbook - and she started off cowgirl style, and changed to regular missionary style to top it off. After about 10-15 minutes of rest, she wanted to know if she was done or whether I wanted her to stay..... hmmm. Uno momento. I got up, made a call to my local handler. Yes I'd take her out to dinner, later on if she so desired. I gave her 65,000 about 15,000 more than the agreed amount of 50,000. I got up and showered, dressed up and off we went to a restaurant called "Coco Loco" ?? Gosh, these cabs are expensive. While in the cab, she was all over me. The restaurant is known for excellent seafood. Dinner for two with wine was 48K and change. She volunteered to stay the night over for another 35K. Nah ! [ A decision that I regretted ]
Back in the hotel, I went looking for the bellboy - He was off but they did't know whether he's gone home, or is someplace else.... Finally, I ploped myself down at the lobby bar - Gave them my complimentary drink coupon, and scanned the place - It was packed. Some middle-aged woman crooning and a guy playing the piano. I noticed one or two lasses sitting alone sipping something. Finished my drink, walked up to the Business Center to check up the news and the likes. There were four PCs - Loaded with tons of VPN clients [Delta, AA ] mostly for the convenience of the crew. Getting to most of the places was impossible - Stupid Squid Server someplace had corrupted cache. http://www.apple.com/switch
I complained to the person at the FD, he was clueless. Those two lasses were still there, and still alone. I went back to the Business Center, tried downloading Mozilla - Opera. No Luck. Back to the bar, ordered a Jamesons - Expensive !!! One lass was gone, the other was still there - Still alone. More stupid singing - Now some of the airline crew were dancing amongst themselves. The lass is gone. DAY TWO & THREE - More work, had Sushi for lunch, Went to Las Condes after my meetings. No play. Hanging out with colleague - Badass weather. Back to the hotel. The Business Center still had not fixed the cache problem. Dinner with colleagues and associates. Next day the same routine. I installed the Mozilla browser from the CD I had a kid in the local office burn for me.The bellboy found me. I asked him to take me to some of the clubs where chicas hangout - The kid is flustered. He did not understand, finally I asked him to ask around and get me lowdown on Massejista (sp ?) which I think he understood. No help.
DAY FOUR - More serious work - Went to an small non-descript, superb restaurant for lunch. They served excellent fresh seafood - I love cerviche - they had three kinds
We drank a bottle of excellent Chilean wine. Some more work. Was chauffeured back to the hotel. The bellboy knocked at my door, He had with him some information - A Club that opened around midnight. Being that I was not really upto keeping up till weehours of the morning. I told him I'd work to do in the morning. There was a medical conference that day in the hotel, the lobby bar was packed to the gills. Spot one of the lasses again. There in the corner, AA Crew appreciation day is going on - Sponsored by Lan Chile ?? The FlightAttendent aren't what they used to be... they were called air-hostesses then and were young and sassy. Oh ! well !! DAY FIVE: More work. Went to Las Condes for lunch, more seafood - This time real good crabs in garlic butter sauce - bottles of chilean wine. Came back to the hotel late evening. Pick up the local paper, look up more ads. Call, no communication, call the a few more - I gave up called the cab-driver. Within half-hour he was waiting in the lobby - I told him what I was looking for. Most clubs according to him opened late, had stiff drink charges .... blah blah. I heard his pitch - then the soft sell. He recommended a place - Off we went. Some place in a third floor walkup. We entered in a room - I was shown four girls. Not much choice - What the heck - I picked a pettite girl in big pechos
I went off to a small room where I undressed and she gave me an excellent massage with her soft droopy boobs followed by a lackluster OWO followed by a quick missionary style fuck - All told 50USD - Tad high. Coming back wrote down my room number, gave him 20USD (Tad high again). Back to the bar, Same lass as the earlier day - alone. I spotted my bellhop again, I motioned him over, and asked who that lass was - Turns out she's a back-office hotel personnel who waits for her novio to pick her up - Thank God I did not hit on her DAY SIX: Today we visit a Development Minister. Had lunch in a dining room with a few other aides etc. Finished with meeting early. TGIF - I refused to go out again with local folks. Walked around the city center. There were folks protesting Globalisation and Big Corporations outside the Presidential Palace. Earlier in the week the policia disbanded a student protest about tution hike - Nothing new there, part of the course in SCL.
In the hotel lobby - Our cab-driver was waiting for me. He had found someone for me and wanted to know if I was interested. He gave a brief but useless description. About three hours later, my phone rings, a lady calls - Wanting to know if she could come-over. Not knowing what to make of it I said sure. Few minutes later, a soft knock on the door - I find myself staring at a slightly plump 5'1" maybe. I invited her in, I was still in two minds, unsure - So I asked her if she minded if I got myself something to eat and would she join me. What could she say ? We go over to the restaurant on the second floor. It is packed with the conference crowd. We got a seat deep in the corner of the restaurant. Stuffy chairs - I ordered myself a sandwich and ask her if she wanted something - she ordered a local fish delicacy - As we sipped our wine we got down to the basics - she wanted 50,000 for two hours. Turned out she was a student in a college studying to be a nurse. The conference crowd was getting loud and boisterous. We talk some more, mostly mundane stuff, she's from northern part of the country has seven other siblings...She reminded me of PJU [ Ref: My Summer Rio Trip ] - Now I was determined [PJU was to come visit me in London] to do her
We finish dinner, and as we go up the elevator, she gave me a quick peck, and locked her arm around me. Since her language skills are above average, we stood and hugged and started to lightly smooch. Before we started any further, I asked her if she'd mind staying over night ? for an extra renumeration ? After a bit hesitation she agreed, But, she had to tell her driver to go. Huh ? Yup, the same cab-driver was parked outside - Cheeky bastard. She calls him on the mobile, I speak to him, he was grumbling so I threw him a bone - He'd get to take me back to the airport tomorrow. She made one more phone call making some lame excuse to the person (perhaps a roommate) on the other end for not coming back that night.
She went to the bathroom, and came back sans her lipstick and with her earrings and hairclips off. She came over enveloped herself on me and showered me with sluttiest,wettest DFKs. And as she unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, she unleashed her very talented lips and tongue on me.
After removing my shirt she eroticised every inch of my nipples and then moved herself slowly down and started with the pantaloons. [ I stop my further descriptions of her and also the rest of the night, morning and up until I left the airport, since she asked that I did not reveal or review on the 'net ] I gave her 120USD.