Ezy and I met near his hotel on Florida about 8 p.m As I waited, a couple of young girl touts were handing out flyers for a piano bar. When Paul came out of the lobby, the 3 girls escorted us around the corner, inside an entrance to a kind of mall, down a few steps, around a corner to "La Piaf". This place was so small the piano was outside in the mall hallway! Only one chica in there, perhaps a 7, so we quickly split.

We walked over to a club (I don't remember the name but Ezy will) where the first thing I saw was a stunning young blonde. I quickly started with the small talk but Ezy leaned over and said his friend, a local, who showed us the place, said she didn't "go out". Well, I'm not interested in buying conversation only, so that tete a tete ended quickly. By that time however, Ezy and I had already ordered beers and were waiting (forever it seems) for the place to get change for a 100 peso note. And I mean we waited like 20 minutes. But for that we would have been gone in a heartbeat. Another reason guys, to have lots of small denomination notes with you when you venture out. In the meantime, two mediocre chicas were working us like fish, not knowing we weren't biting. When the change finally came we were out the door to get some food.

After dinner we thought we'd try something new. Ezy had heard of a place off the beaten track from a taxi driver, so we hailed a cab and headed out. We were there so early (9:45) that it wasn't even open, and so we went for a coffee. We returned about 10:15, went in and were surprised to find about 10 chicas and one guy. And what chicas. Ezy pointed out that they were uniformly younger, slimmer and looked more like the girl next door, than those we would typically see at Hook, Ness, Cutty Sark, etc.

We sat down on facing couches (leaving room for accompaniment if we found...) and I started a conversation with a girl who was sitting on another couch. We were sort of back to back and it was awkward to talk, so I invited her around to join me. Typically, this is not what I do, in the sense I like to "kick the tires" at least visually, if not by touch, before I invite a chica to sit with me. It just gets difficult sometimes to disengage when you see another you want to hit up before someone else does.

This night however I was bowling strikes. Maricel said she was all of 20 years old, and I believed her. She told me until four months ago she had been working in a supermarket, and this seemed at least close to the truth since her attitude was not all ice and dinero. She was a morocha from Paraguay, darker skinned with long straight black beautiful hair, about five feet five and 115 lbs. There are some women in this world who have an elusive "presence" and this one had it. She energized conversations and there was simply a lot of fun to talk to. It wasn't long before we were discussing prices and my preferences. She had no problem with bbbj, nor photos and even movies, and the price was 150 pesos for 2 hours and no bar fine. It was time to disappear into the bathroom to down a Vitamin V. When I came back, I said we'd leave in about a half hour, which we did.

Photos: Maricel 1 Maricel 2 Maricel 3

This girl couldn't wait until we got to my apartment. She was all over me in the taxi, and we were DTK like we were making up for lost time. Her body felt firm and silky and I was silently cursing the traffic. Once in my apartment, I barely made it to the couch. She was hanging on me like drapes and unbuttoning my shirt. I excused myself to go get the....champagne...and shortly all our clothes were strewn about the living room. I figured I better get us into the bedroom or we would be doing the deed in less comfort than I would prefer later.

There was an extended DTK session on the bed. This girl's breasts, while not melon sized, had no sag whatsoever, were firm yet yielding peaches. Her nipples pointed straight out or, in this moment, up. I whisked out Chico, my pocket rocket. She had no idea what it was until I switched it on. Then I figured Chico and I would DATY which we did for a good 20 minutes, through two orgasms that left her twitching. She turned me over (before I could even suggest it) and went to work with her mouth. The longer she did this, the more I became convinced I was going to break a rule. Yeah, you guessed it, bareback riding. I asked her what it would cost, and before we even agreed on a price, I was knocking at the door and being invited in. Well, that didn't take long because staying on was like trying to ride a bucking horse. Good Lawd a mighty, I quickly and completely lost it and just barely made it out before spilling. Recess and more...champagne. The photo session followed. Some of the pix are darker than I would hope (I'm still figuring out details of settings on the digital).

I wish I could honestly report that Session 1 was followed by Session 2 a few minutes later, but it wasn't I was through for the night. Damn, this getting older does have some disadvantages, even with Vitamin V. But I did the next best thing...invited her for dinner, video and a TLN two days from now.

SFH,

So did you go round two bareback again? she never hesitated.
she really seems to be a nice girl, will she give up a freebie to you in the future?

CN

Naah, one time only. We both hesitated...neither of us spoke...to use an overworn phrase "it just happened". Bareback with a pro is a rarity for me, thankfully. As to a freebie, who knows. We have made "plans" to go to an estancia and go swimming when I return, but she has no email so contact is iffy.