Day 2

The best laid plans…
Prior to the trip, RM and I had emailed and spoken about trying out some "different things" this time. On the list:

- Do some shopping at the famous shopping center in Barra de Tijuca

- See the 85-meter Christmas tree on Lagoa (Lake) Rodrigo de Frietas (the large lake just slightly inland from Ipanema)

- Complete a whole-day Centro termas run, including termas 61, 85, and Boite Florida

- Check out a pimped out 5-bedroom penthouse with a pool we had heard about from an agent down there for possible rental in April

- Check out the Barra de Tijuca beach, perhaps taking a local bus there

- Use the metro to go to Centro instead of a taxi

- Do a multi-girl festa at one of the pimped out "love' motels (my idea really, don't know if RM ever had his heart into this one..)

- And then, of course, the ever so well-intentioned "hit the gym"

Well, good try. Here once again is the problem with Rio that I outlined in my first post - the typical routine of the beach, followed by the termas, and then Help - is so great, such an all-out blast, that it feels like heresy to break away and do something else - at least on a trip of a week's duration or less.

Of all of these, we did see the Christmas tree on the lake (also got a few pics - you could hardly miss it), and we did manage to ride the metro to Centro, a chaotic, sardine can-like experience neither of us will be repeating anytime soon (more on our truncated Centro termas run later…)

But shopping? The gym? Checking out places? Maybe in Costa Rica there's time for that stuff - here, impossible.

By Day 2 in fact, we had pretty much settled into the pattern we would continue throughout the trip. I would exit Help with one or two garota favoritas in hand between 3-5am - knock out a session, sleep, then continue where we left off in the morning. RM, meanwhile, would hang out at Help till practically closing time, talk to a shitload of girls, but always come back by himself to sleep alone. We would convene briefly in the living room around noon for a quick day strategy session, then RM would take off to the beach, and me back to the bedroom for more sex and/or sleep.

Finally around 3pm I would say goodbye to my company, walk out to Copa beach, strap on my rollerblades, and blade it down to Ipanema Posto 9, to meet up with RM for an hour or so before hitting the termas. BTW, rollerblades are a GREAT thing to have down there - there's a bike path separated from the road going the length of Copacabana and Ipanema beach - with just a minor detour around the point between the two - and it took me a mere ten minutes to get to Posto 9 from Copa each day, saving time and a shitload on taxi fares. In fact, three of the major termas - Monte Carlo, Centaurus, and Solarium (via the Lagoa bike/walking path) - are easily reachable on blades as well, and it's no problem depositing them in your termas locker after you get there.

Note however, that I would NOT recommend this to novices by any means. You really need to have good control and know what you're doing - be good at stopping, crossover turns, stepping over curbs, and comfortable on all surfaces. One screw-up and you could easily wind-up under one of the wildly careening public buses on Avenida Atlantica.

Anyways, so now it's Wednesday, Day 2, and the termas are open again. RM and Yukon Cornelius had had a blast at Monte Carlo last trip, whereas I personally hadn't made it over there, so I was anxious to see what all the fuss was about. Solarium, which had been our consensus "best termas" last trip, would follow.

We left the beach around 4:30, grabbed an Acai (an iced drink made from the acai berry sold at a refreshment stand a couple of blocks in from Ipanema - absolutely heavenly), and cabbed back to the apartment. Thinking later we would head straight over to TA from Solarium, we dressed for the evening and decided to hoof the seven or eight blocks north from where we were in Copa to Monte Carlo.

After changing into our white termas robes, entered the boite to find about 20 girls and a smaller number of guys hanging out. We cruised over to the bar, where RM said hi to Carol - a gorgeous and exotic coffee-skinned mulatto flaca, with - like Jackie at 4x4 - a touch of a "Tyra Banks" thing going on. Carol happened to be good friends with Joysee (VIP pic 7896 & others) - RM's and Yukon's hot favorita from Thanksgiving - however, to RM's chagrin, Joysee was nowhere to be found at the moment.

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Carol from termas Monte Carlo

Continuing to survey the floor, we noticed about five or so girls that were hot as balls, but then a pretty steep drop-off in talent after that - many of the remaining girls not even doable. In fact, if Monte Carlo is often found slightly lacking in comparison to the other majors, depth of talent is probably the main complaint.

And wouldn't you have it - one of the hotties was a blond Solarium transplant whose everlasting ire I drew last trip when she walked into my lit cigarette while I was dancing with one of the other girls and burned her forearm. And she knows how to hold a grudge - she cracked us up a little later when she stopped momentarily and made a little "huffing" motion at me with her shoulders when passing us on her way down the stairs.

Okay - a few minutes later, and already RM had hooked up with a tall flaca hottie that was just his type, Meanwhile, Carol and I locked eyes, and she came over to see me at the bar. Within minutes, I was kissing the biggest, softest, most luscious lips I had ever tasted in my entire life, and quickly pulling the trigger on a session was a no-brainer.

To be honest, I remember very little detail of the actual session at this point - that's what happens when you have sex some 27 or so times in 6½ days. Part of it also is the sheer awe you feel that this incredible exotic hottie is sucking YOUR dick (BB always), phucking YOU senseless, etc. Needless to say, I walked out a very happy camper.

Joysee finally made an appearance when we came out to the boite after finishing our sessions, but she looked different, having dyed her hair brunette, and seemed a bit spaced out. Not sure if she even said hello to RM - anyways, time to move on to Solarium.

A ten-minute cab ride and we were there. One of the things we like about this place are the robes - unlike most of the other termas you get heavier, longer, more substantial robes - much better for covering up that inevitable "boite hard-on". Anyways, out to the boite - where I was crushed when Susanna - the leggy mulatto superstar who successively knocked the socks off of me, another buddy, and RM during one memorable Thanksgiving visit - made a beeline for RM, barely pausing to say hello.

But my disappointment was assuaged a bit a few minutes later when Jessica - a friendly blond with an endearingly goofy smile that I enjoyed a good rapport with last trip - came out and planted herself next to me. Looking around, I noticed a lot of great talent on hand - almost at the same level as our Thanksgiving trip. And the girls were having fun - in fact, within a few minutes a hot blond and a diminutive brunette were shaking their booties furiously to the music a few feet away from my nose, admiring their moves in the mirror in that uniquely confident "damn I'm hot - don't you agree?" way that only Brazileras can.

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Jessica from termas Solarium

Pretty soon, each of us was ready to hit it. Session was fine; however, this was probably the first instance of the trip where - out of loyalty or whatever - I pulled the trigger on something prematurely and left better talent on the table.

Later on at Help things were starting to pick up with Christmas being over. I saw Rosangela and tried to avoid her, but eventually she found me. Still feeling the effects of the travel, I decided just to pull her again and call it a night. The next morning after session #3 or so, I noticed her making the bed, hanging the bathroom towels out to dry, bagging and taking out the trash in the kitchen, etc. Uh oh - just like the first trip, looks like I had a wife already.

But I wasn't going to make the same mistake as last time and try to play that to my advantage. I insisted on paying her the full R250 asking price again, thinking that would guarantee my autonomy if and when I so chose. Boy was I ever wrong about that…

The inevitable "boite hard-on." LOL, I thought it was just me. Nothing like it though, your girl of the hour and her friend playing with your linguiça.

Enjoying your report so far, can't wait to finish.

talking about best laid plans. what about being "deported" from brazil in 2005 for mixing up the month and day on visa. it said 12 11 and i thought that was december 11 and it really expired 11/12 and i was traveling the first week of december. try spending the night in the airport trying to drink as many capirinhas as possible and then try to image that you could convince one of the girls working the airline lounge to do something. that's best laid plans gone wrong. after that i have never tried to return. it was a weird experience. keep in mind i had enough money for a week's trip on me. haha