Part V - Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun

BwanaDik was headed out of country that afternoon so we were just breaking up the party at Cancun and I was contemplating paying to go upstairs so I could have my proper sauna (a fuck without a sauna is like thunder without the rain) when a couple of the guys we'd met at Luomo stopped by, said they were going to Solarium, and asked if we wanted to go. I still hadn't fully explored Cancun, but when opportunities like that appear you should accept. Next thing I know we're in a taxi on the way to Solarium with, hmmm, I'll call them Seattle and Portland.

By the way, I can't begin to thank BwanaDik for his guidance, he spent a lot of time with us giving us the benefit of his experience. I learned much more than I can mention here. You're quite the Gentleman my good man and I'd love to buy you a drink at Luomo again.

In the taxi ride it turned out that Seattle was in the same business as me, we promised to exchange information, but as you'll see later that never happened. Seattle, if you read this send me your info. Seattle offered me some wine from the open bottle he was carrying in a brown paper bag. I got the impression he could finish it off himself. He told a story about how he'd been dating this girl and they'd been vacationing out of country when she asked him how many women he'd slept with. Seattle had had a bit to drink and really liked her and decided to tell the truth.

Now here's the bit your mom and dad never tell you. For that fact, nobody ever tells you. Never, ever, ever, tell a woman the truth. Yes, it's implied in television shows, but the woman always forgives and thanks the guy for telling her the truth. She really wants the truth. Morality lesson taught. Stupid television. In real life it has consequences that last long past the commercial break.

"Seventeen", Seattle replied. His girlfriend is dumbstruck. Now Seattle's going to take his second foot and use it to cram his first foot down his own throat. He considers the situation, he's already in trouble, but might as well go for broke. If this relationship was going to work, he'd have to tell her the full truth, just like on the Cheers. Feeling remorse he considers that those seventeen were only the ones who wanted to sleep with him.

"Over a hundred", he blurted out. There, now he'd included all the ones he paid for too. Now she'll be angry for a few minutes just like Diane Chambers when she found out how many women Sam Malone had done and, it will all be wrapped up within a half an hour with a few laughs along the way. Well technically it was wrapped up in half an hour, she didn't even talk to him, she just got on a plane and went home.

As Homer would say, "Stupid brain".

We pulled up to Solarium and all the fun I'd had on my first trip when Detroit recommended I do both chocloate and vanilla came rushing back.

Once inside we put on our robes and headed upstairs. I was last in the group, by the time I got to the top of the stairs in the bar, Hollywood had already been hit by Bianca like a freight train. I kid you not, he was already in her arms and blabbering, "Where have you been all my life!". WTF? I looked down at my feet in astonishment. Yep, I’m still on the stairs and this girl has already hauled in Hollywood. Boy, these girls sure can spot a newbie at 20 paces. Just right for him, she was up and acting out all night. Grabbing the microphone, etc.

We're sitting in the bar and one of the girls comes up to Seattle and tells him he needs to go downstairs, Portland needs to talk to him outside? WTF? Outside? She must mean in the locker room. I tag along as I'm rather curious to know what's up. I didn't even notice Portland was missing, I just figured he was mingling.

Sure enough we go outside and Portland tells us he's going home, there's somebody in Solarium he knows and he can't be seen there. Portland lived in Brazil and his wife was out of town. Dang! Tough luck dude. We wished him luck and head back upstairs.

I saw Gianna whom I’d done before. It was interesting, even though I was looking forward to seeing her, I tried to avoid her for awhile, luckily she didn't remember me, but she saw me looking at her. I was really looking for Karini. It turned out Karini was no longer there. Seattle saw this girl come in and had her sit down. Then he enjoyed playing a game of hot and cold with her, talking to her and then ignoring her. I told him that his girl reminded me of Sandra Bullock, her name was Sol.

Finally Hollywood left with Bianca. I really liked Sol, but knew she was taken, so I figured I’d come back another day and do her. I figured to stay in sync with Hollywood's schedule I’d better choose something soon and Giana was still tops in my book. A repeat in Brazil? Me? I’m only Beginner, First-Class!

While Giana and I were getting close Seattle says, “Let’s go to Luomo”.

“Huh? We just got here. I haven’t even sessioned and Hollywood is upstairs. Let’s stick around.”

“I’m going to Luomo”

“Dude, you’re really plowed. You should stay here.”

He sat back a minute an then announced, “I’m going, I’ll see you tomorrow at 4 at Alcazar”.

What could I do? Portland was gone. If I’d known him well enough I’d have tackled him. He left his wine behind. I hope he made it okay, because he wasn’t at Alcazar at 4 the next day, and I never saw him again.

What am I to do? Now Sandra’s (Sol) sitting next to me abandoned and all alone. I invite her over and both she and Giana go after me full hog. I’m asking prices because I only have R$450 on me. R$120 each, room $60, R$ entrance 60. Total R$360, I’m in.

"Completa?" I asked Giana.

"Sim". Oh I forgot how much I love you.

"Completa?" I ask Sol.

She looked at me like a little girl done bad and said, "Nao".

Oh, how sad. Well, I guess sacrifices must be made, and we headed upstairs. In the back of my mind I was a bit concerned there would be some sort of scene like the following.

Gianna in a whiny voice: "How come I have to take it up the ass and Sol doesn't?"

Me: "Because you're a naughty girl Gianna. You agreed to it, now take it like a good Brazilian Garota."

Which she did with no complaints, they were both great. Gianna got right down to brass tacks on my rod while I kissed Sandra (Sol). Quite the fantasy. To finish off they let me come on their faces. I bet nobody ever came on Sandra’s face. Stuck up bitch. Who does she think she is? She should take a lesson from Sol.

I found doing two girls in 40 minutes in that little room a bit constricting, I only got about 5 minutes per position per girl, especially since I have to concentrate the last ten minutes to shoot my load. This is a remnant of my younger high school days when I wasn't getting laid, but learned how to delay my orgasm for a long time. This has it's pluses and minuses of course, I can enjoy anything for almost any amount of time, but I really have to concentrate to shoot. And now I find that I'm not even thinking about the girl I'm doing, I'm thinking about another girl I did or just fantasizing away. Isn't that a waste?

I kissed the girls good-bye and went down for the second part of great sex, the steam and contemplation room, where you physically unwind and review the previous session in your mind. The steam room at Solarium has a cold shower right in it. What a great idea, you don't have to leave the room. The problem with this struck me full on when I turned it on. The last 3 feet of pipe is IN the steam room. It seemed nobody had used it for awhile so when I stood in front of it and turned it on, and the nozzle is facing down at an angle...

"Aaaagggggghhhhh!", I yelped loudly as a blast of scalding water hit me in my fully exposed, bald, private area. Thoughts travel like lightning when your privates are involved and I knew I had to act quickly before first degree burns set in. I jumped out of the steam room, startling the attendant, and raced to another shower, which luckily was open.

"Ooooooohhhhhh!" I sighed. I wonder what the attendant thought. I was still worried I'd be out of commission for a couple of days, but after a good night's sleep everything was fine. It's obvious why there was no injury, Jaguar wasn't in town.

I met up with Hollywood back in the bar and he had his usual comment, "I came like a 15 year old". But he said Bianca was very good. The girls were getting better for him. What he didn't know is that even though I'd had a great time, I was a little jealous. I remembered my days as a newbie and how the girls would react to me the way Bianca had. That wild eyed glee when a woman gave me her best "come hither" look and stalk me like a lioness on an unsuspecting newborn calf. Now I was a jaded fuck.

Hollywood in the meantime had noticed a blonde named Rachel with a really nice bunda, more my type actually, and was lusting after her. Somehow he found out her name, I think Gianna was still hanging around me and told him. But we were both tired and ready to call it a night. Hollywood vowed to come back and rescue Rachel, or do her, whichever.

Hollywood's thought for the day: "Now I know why I should eat right!"