As I raised my beer to drink, a female hand from which hung a necklace and cross, blocked the way. I looked up and saw the smiling face of a blonde in her mid twenties, totally nude except for the necklace she was gesturing for me to hold. In the background on the stage was another woman of a similar age. Also nude.

But I digress. I had come to this club with uwphoto and another monger, the latter of whom wanted to introduce me to a girl he said had a face more beautiful than Angeline Jolie and, he explained, could wear my tool to a nub in the course of an evening, if I wished. I figured if he was telling the truth, I wished. The four of us sat 2x2 at a small table right next to the stage. Looking into "Angeline's" eyes, I was trying to decide if "little me" could be up to another challenge this late in the day and after two memorable pops in the last 12 hours. The spirit was certainly willing but my fella was telling me he just wanted to keep looking at the floor with his single eye.

But I digress. Being ever the gentleman I smiled back at the hand with the naked lady attached, and took the necklace. I was studying its intricate gold cross when for a second time my attention was diverted. The girl who had given me the necklace slowly reclined on her back. On our table. With her cheeks just barely fitting on the table top, her legs splayed, feet flat on the floor. She turned her head towards me and smiled once more as her girlfriend kneeled on the stage and began teasing a tongue in ever deeper circles in the blonde's honeypot. As she was licked and coaxed, teased and tongued, the blonde and I kept unbroken unblinking visual contact until slowly but inexorably her eyes glazed over and then millimeter by millimeter closed.

But I digress. Because while all this was going on, "Angeline", apparently pouty over the "interruption", was trying to regain my attention by tossing peanuts down my shirt from across the table. She succeeded, but after a while I reluctantly decided that this night I'd be only shooting blanks, so arranged for her to meet me at a beachfront cafe the next day for lunch, and. I was looking forward to lots of "and". After a much needed night's sleep, around 1 p.m. uwphoto and I headed to the cafe for the meat, I mean meet. We were joined by the gent who had introduced me to "Angeline" the night before. When 15 minutes passed and she hadn't showed, he called her cellphone. She said she was on the beach about 100 yards away, but wanted to change, shower etc. before meeting us. Could we wait 30 minutes? I decided no. I was hungry -- for food too -- and so after a short discussion, uwphoto and I decided not to wait but instead have lunch at a place uw knew and said was great. Only in Rio can you feel not a moment's remorse in a decision to pass on a beautiful chica, because you know, you KNOW,that other, equally good fluff will be there whenever you want it.

But I digress. After lunch at a terrific place where -- at a cost of less than $5 US -- a stream of waiters go from table to table slicing off on your plate pieces of steak, roast beef, chicken, chicken sausage etc. etc. to go with the salads and side dishes on the buffet until you signal "I give", uw and I waddled out into the street, ready for....? We wound up on "Terma Trail", but that's another post. But you know, in one of the Termas, we did run into the fella who had called "Angeline" from the cafe earlier. Apparently she ultimately showed up and looked so good that he pointedly told me "I ate your lunch."

Only in Rio.

SF--sorry she was late. However, I have to tell you I scolded her for being late. When you and UW went to eat I took her across the street to sit on the beach with me and a few other garotas. I kept looking at her, she kept smiling back. Like you--I was suffering from being 'oversexed' after almost 3 weeks in Rio.

However, the Angelina Jolie lookalike (Suzanna), was looking GOOD in her bikini. I ended up taking her to my apartment and spending a couple of hours doing the nasty. Thanks for not taking her. I have been thinking about her all week. She may be one of my first calls when I get back in town next month.

By the way folks--the bar he is describing is Franks. The girl/girl show made its way to our table exactly as SFHombre described. That place is hit or miss in my opinion. I have seen some stunners in there. Other nights--nothing. It is worth a look though. It does not cost anything to look--but if you order a drink you are committed to a two drink minimum (beer is 10 Reais each--so 20 Reais min).

You might cause me to return to Rio this Saturday if you provide -- to my private email if you wish -- the cellphone number for Suzanna. Or shall I just call Don...

I emailed you. She is a beauty. I would post a photo of her but I lost my camera in a Taxi and it had about 10 shots of her on it. I will make up for it next month.

By the way, I still think her face is prettier than Angelina Jolie. I have to be careful when I am with her not to look at her face too much or I wont last long.

Damn, I miss Rio.

You spend too much time in BA, and Sao Paulo. How can be so many other places ann still miss Rio? If you lived in South America, lets face it, you could devote more time to Rio then.

Every time I'm not in one of those places, I begin to miss it.

Moondog. If I would you, I would be really careful. Please do not go very many places. If you go too many places, and start missing them all at the same time, you could have a case a serious depression.

Please be really careful.

No depression, just go again.

Are you going again, or going to come again?

I don't think you should get married......you are too horny.

I agree totally.