Day 4

I woke up much earlier than intended Friday morning, visions of duplas with Jackie and Naomi in the Sultan Suite at 4x4 dancing in my badly aching head. Yeap - the all-out partying had finally caught up with me and I was in the throes of my first "death warmed over"-style hangover. Ah, but I still had two warm and soft garotas laying on either side of me - guess I'll just have to suck it up and do my civic duty….

Simone got most of my attention during the session, ending in a nice tittie phuck between her ample natural C's. By which time I could see already that Rosangela was feeling a little neglected.

Afterwards, I met up with an early-rising RM out in the living room, and was disappointed to learn he would not be accompanying me back to Centro, instead being dead-set on hitting termas Centaurus. Shortly afterwards, both he and Simone were off, leaving me there in the apartment with "the wife".

So now it was decision time. Today would be my last chance of the trip to sample dream girls Jackie and Naomi, as 4x4 would be closed both over the weekend and the Monday New Year's Eve holiday when we were due to depart. But if I went, I'd be going solo - not a big issue really, but I really much prefer to have a wingman when going to Centro. Also, I still felt really out of it from all the activity of the previous day - perhaps it was time for a termas break. Finally, I kind of felt obligated to make it up to Rosangela for the perceived neglect the previous evening. Most garotas seem to love sex, but this girl seemed to need it like a fish needs water.

So I ended up spending the entire day just hanging out with Rosangela - sleeping, watching TV, playing games, going out and grabbing a bite to eat, etc. And naturally we found time to go another couple of rounds - once again taking advantage of the entire apartment - and her mood definitely changed for the better. I finally let her go around 7pm or so, telling her I'd see her later at TA and Help, but in my mind thinking that maybe 10 sessions over four days with one girl was probably enough…

Friday is traditionally the busiest night of the week at TA and Help, and when RM and I hooked up that night for dinner (I'm sure he'll fill us all in on his titanic day at Centaurus), we almost couldn't believe our eyes - girls practically lining the whole exterior area of TA on both sides, and some major, major talent on hand. Much bigger scene than anything we saw the entire Thanksgiving trip. If newbies walking into the Del Rey for the first time think themselves in shock and awe, they would probably have a coronary if they saw this.

With all this going on, all these "options" right in front of us, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed when Rosangela saw us and came over to the table. But I couldn't find fault with the way this girl had treated me over the past four days, so I dutifully invited her to sit with us and bought her drinks and dinner. Inside Help she stayed attached to me, but physically I could tell I just wasn't feeling it anymore - I needed a change, and with all this incredible talent around, I was getting antsy.

Not long thereafter, I saw my chance when Marcia - a black girl with a banging body and mad skills in bed (and actually the "wife" who spent the better part of days 2 & 3 of my Thanksgiving trip with me) - sauntered past. I excused myself for a minute to go talk with her, and she was more than happy to see me again. I told her to wait there a moment, and went back to bring Rosangela over to meet her, thinking another dupla might be in the works.

Photos: Marcia 17 18
Marcia @ Terraco Atlantico & Ipanema Towers

But she was having none of it. After being introduced she quickly turned around and made a beeline back to the table RM and I had reserved. I followed, and told Marcia to follow as well.

Back there, things didn't get much better. At first, I tried dancing with each of them in turn, but pretty soon I could see the jealousies kicking in, and finally the girls sat down to talk. The heavily debated topic: which one of them had spent the most time prior in my company. This didn't settle anything, and when Rosangela saw I was determined to keep Marcia in the mix no matter what, she started downing drinks almost as fast as she could pour them.

Before the spectacle got any worse, I said goodbye to RM and hauled the girls back to the apartment. We got into bed, where Marcia and I tried to have a go of it, as Rosangela sat glowering at us with her arms crossed, refusing to participate. This of course was uncomfortable as hell, so I stopped the proceedings and told Rosangela to go to sleep while Marcia and I went out to the living room. But Rosangela insisted on following us out there, telling me she was staying with me no matter what.

Okay, fine - back to the bedroom to try again. Same deal. Now pissed off, I got up, grabbed Rosangela's clothes off the floor, and told her in no uncertain terms she had to leave. She shook her head and refused to budge, telling me "impossible, impossible".

I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of bed towards the living room. But she lurched towards the bathroom, grabbing on to the sink as I kept attempting to pull her towards me. More struggling, and then she just kind of gave up and slumped down in a heap in the shower, sobbing intensely.

Thinking what I'd been through with this girl over the past several days, there was no way I could stay angry at her now. Whatever brought out this outpouring of emotion, I could see that it was genuine, and I had to deal with it. I went over and picked her up and walked her out to the living room couch, where I spent the next 45 minutes trying to comfort and console her as her sobbing and pouring her heart out continued - Marcia waiting patiently the whole time in the bedroom.

Finally, at about 6:30am with the sun coming up, the sobs started to subside. Sex being the last thing on my mind at this point, I brought her back to the bedroom where I simply announced we were all going to sleep now. Which we did without further incident.

Ah, but this nerve-wracking, frustrating experience was but a mere prelude to the events of two nights later…

But first - a magic Saturday at termas Centaurus...