The next day we were walking along the beach and Hollywood is remarking about all he has to learn. "I'm just a Novice. You're a Beginner, First Class. See when I was in college I had to take a PE class so I took ice skating..."

I looked doubtfully at him. "You're kidding me".

"No, my friends and I all took the class together. See they had different levels and the levels were...".

"Wait a minute. You're trying to tell me, Mr. Bowling Ball, that you got up on ice skates?"

"Yeah, I took ice skating".

"I'm not buying any of this. Bowling I could see. That you have the physique for that. But the grace and strength of Brian Boitano? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3OL-dl0o2E&mode=related&search=). I'd sooner think you were a Navy Seal."

Hollywood had had enough. "Are you done?"

"Sorry, continue."

"Ice skating has many levels..."

I cut him off, "You're sure it was ice skating? You know, those thin blades on flat hard frozen water?"

"At least I still have all my hair"

Ah, there's nothing quite like trading insults with your best buddy while walking down Copacobana Beach checking out the action. Life was good.

He paused to see if I was finished. "So anyway, ice skating has multiple levels. It goes, Novice, Beginner Second Class, Beginner First Class, Beginner". I'm Novice, you're Beginner First Class".

It sounded right, from that point forward we knew our rank.

Somehow we connected up with BwanaDik again and he had plans to go to Cancun. We played the good, cooperative newbies and he took us under his masterful wings and taught us well. We took the Metro to Cancun and he showed us how close all the Termas are to one another. By this time, something had kicked in and I was really beginning to understand the Rio layout.

I felt like a Freshman nerd hanging out with the Varsity Quarterback. He was so cool. We got more respect because we were around him, and he had access to tons of pussy. I was in heaven.

He explained that Cancun was a little different from most Termas but some had this feature where there was a whiskeria downstairs which was just like a regular bar only with girls to serve your every need. They also had a more standard Terma setup upstairs with robes, disco, and sauna. We stayed at the whiskeria because you have to pay another entrance fee to get into the proper disco/sauna section upstairs. I kind of enjoyed the whiskeria, not as loud, less pressure, etc. Not better, not worse, just different. A girl named Bebel walked over and this was exactly who BwanaDik had come to see.

He pulled out a lollipop and gave it to her, then he told us, "The girls love having something to suck on". I thought he was making a double entendre, but he was serious. I'd purchased some chocolate at the airport duty free and used it in many of the Termas, but surprisingly I think he's right, they like lollipops more.

BwanaDik held her chin and turned Bebel to face me, "Isn't she cute". Damn right. Of course you've got her already, lotta good that does me, now I've gotta take second best.

Then BwanaDik went into action, cooing and seducing Bebel. Bebel enjoyed it too. So what is it about this? We know they're going to fuck us. The odds are virtually 100%, so why the whole seduction game we go through? Is it that ingrained into our genes? Why does it please us? Do we really think we've seduced them? Or is it us being seduced. I pondered this and with a tinge of envy watched BwanaDik take off with Bebel.

I guess it's just "The Timeless Art of Seduction". http://www.allposters.com/-sp/George-the-Timeless-Art-of-Seduction-Posters_i314286_.htm

Hollywood had found the biggest tits in the place and had taken her upstairs. I was still wondering what to choose. One of the problems with Cancun was this whole whiskeria/disco thing. The girls would float back and forth between them, but you couldn't follow and see what the other contained without paying another fee. I'd see something I liked, put it on my list, and then it would disappear. I never knew if I'd seen all the girls. I must see all the girls, rank them, and then choose. What if I didn't get the best?

There was this cute little thing in a black bikini that had caught my eye, and even though she wasn't my normal type, I called an audible and took her upstairs. Her name was Dominique and she had dark black hair in a Cleopatra style that was quite cute. Oh, and a nice set of hooters for such a small girl. She took everything I could give her, and performed quite well. I was beginning to think Brazilian girls could do anything. Any size, any shape, any speed.

Back downstairs I met up with BwanaDik and Hollywood. Some guy across the way had purchase a bottle of champagne and had six to eight girls all around him. Note to self, buy champagne one of these times.

I asked Hollywood about his session and he said she was good, but they got to the room and she asked if she could order a drink. Hollywood's normal "Yes" got him in trouble as the waiter brought a bottle of champagne which they could only drink one glass of. Cost? R$70. Note to self, don't order champagne.

Photo: Dominique's Fine Ta tas

Fun report!

A little more info on Bebel to put my reactions to her in context.I hadn't seen Bebel in 2 years. She had worked at 4X4 under a different name, and was a favorite of several of the CH guys, especially myself and Bluestraveller. She is a 5-star fuck with guys she connects with. In any event, she just disappeared 2 years ago and I assumed I'd never see her again (not an uncommon occurence when dealing with GdPs). So I was extremely thrilled to see her that day, and that was what much of the flirting was about. We had fantastic reunion sex.


Bunda da Bebel

I've seen that picture! Damn! If I had known that was Bebel I would have wrestled you for her.