BACKGROUND: I never entertain local outcalls to my flat here in London. If need be I partake in visiting some of the lasses in their own abode for an incall. Early this year, I got some visible exposure on the tele. while the overall press was not bad for myself or the firm, it had consequences - one of my favourite lass, in the city recognized me, forcing myself to further fine- my puntering habits. It also was a testbed for future trips to dangerous zones, where importing a chica is safer than hunting for a local
THE LASSES: I had enjoyed company of a semi, part-timer from Buenos Aires, that I met way back in 2000. This lovely works in a mundane job @ a financial institution. Evenings she hung out in a club. Another, a technician too was a freelancer. Finally a tica from Costa Rica, who I had partaken the company of [ see an earlier report ]
THE DANCE: I had email and phone numbers of these and a few others. So, I had toyed around with the idea for sometime. With state of pesos in a free fall, some things became quite affordable. I asked if these lasses would like to see Londres {London} Paris if I sent them a ticket.
LOGISTICS: Argentinian and Costarican nationals do not require Visa for for UK or Schengen countries. Costa Rica was a slight problem because of transit through US. I had a few DBC coupons for BA, and a couple for AF. I asked the two Buenos Aires lasses to register themselves with BA's & AFs FF programs and send me the FF numbers. That being taken care of I had one ticketed and reserved on BA, the other on AF. I walked up to local CTOs and paid for the ticket. The fare EZE-LHR-EZE was approximately 650GBP {1000USD}
LONDON: Saturday morning I woke up early and took the tube to Heathrow. The flight was delayed about an hour. Heathrow is infamous for being a mess when flights get bunched up. Passport controls get really jammed. Around 11:20, out walks my chica no#1 . Having spotted her, I stepped back, and observed her. The face tense and looking totally lost. I let her come past into the hall - and wait a few minutes maybe..... Then I ruffled her hairs from the back. She turned around and gave the most excited yelp. We hugged and smooched. I chose to take her back via the bus, letting her enjoy the feel of Londres.
Being her first visit to Europe, and London on top, her face, her eyes, told a story of excitement unparallel. In a long journey across the oceans, she talked the first fifteen minutes about the last two hours of flight being so anxious with fears of my not being there, or the officials not letting her in, or being stranded. The anxiety reached its peak waiting in the arrivals hall. This babe was hyper. As we neared the stop closest to my flat, she was excited and thrilled to see the sights of the city. Once in the flat, she dropped her luggage and wrapped herself on me, and we had an urgent and agressive romp right on the sofa. Right after finishing -- her words " It is real now I am sure I'm in London"
She slept till early evening - I took her out to SoHo, we drank at a pub, had late dinner, and back to the flat. Next morning I took her places again.
FINANCIALS: I bought her the 6 day London Pass, so that during the days (when I'm at work) she could go where-ever she wanted, gave her my spare mobile. Every day I gave her 30GBP for spending money. Evenings, she'd call and I'd meet up with her, took her out. One evening I took her to Harrod's to shop, bought her a nice dress. Friday evening took her to Paris, stayed there for two nights. Monday evening, just before she took her flight I gave her 300GBP to spend on duty free shops in LHR and EZE.
REFLECTIONS: It may not be a big deal for some of us, who travel often and far away, but to many in South America, Europe is a far-off land. In her case, every day was like an adult disney-world, in the end, teary eyed, emotionally jumbledup, she was eternally thankful for making one of the most memorable weeks she spent. Towards the end in Paris, she wanted to do it sans condom in the lawn on the south west of the Eiffel Tower, because this whole experience she had made her totally throw caution in the wind. To me it was a spectacular ego booster, in the attention I had during the work week -- getting laid at night and early morning, with a chica who was thrilled with life.