San Jose General Reports

[Mangera]

I was in SJ this past weekend and I took a couple of friends on a little tour of different establishments around town, one being the former Zona Blue. I am very impressed with the renovations and additions. Unfortunately, their line up was not up to par, not even close. I only recognized about three ladies from my last visit in July. They are known for providing good service. But no hotties on my visit this time around.

[Iguana Six]

It was a Sunday. I thought I would hit the New Fantasy. At $45, it is inexpensive and close. But the stable wasn't very appealing. With almost a dozen girls in the bullpen, sitting on the couch, watching TV, I didn't see anything I wanted on the other side of the one-way glass. I talked the doorman with the clipboard. A quick review of the roster revealed that there were 20 chicas on duty. So, I figured that the 8 hotties were already in the back rooms.

I waited for a while in the waiting room, eventually getting to sit in the upholstered seat by the door, so I could watch the girls as they came out of from the back. A couple did, but nothing struck my fancy. I went for a walk, came back, looked through the one way mirror, saw some turn over, but still nothing.

It wasn't that the girls weren't worth $45 and possibly a $10 tip for performance, but after the last two days, my standards had changed. I looked at the chicas and was reminded of the latin girls who would be attending a junior college in East LA. My latin junior college girlfriend was much hotter than any of these chicas. Nothing special, but after the 9's and 10's of the HDR, and the PSE of the night before, I realized something. At 21, a man just needs a place to have sex. At 41, he really needs a reason to have sex.

I went back to the Sportsmens. The night before, I had gone to the HDR with a friend. He conducted an experiment. He found a table with three hot Colombians, introduced himself, and then gave them a Hershey's choclate bar the size of Gideon's Bible. They squealed like little girls who just got a pony for Christmas, pointed to him as he walked away. The chicas attacked the bar, went through half of it before sharing it with a couple of waiters, and one put the last chunk in her purse. My role in this was to watch their reactions as my friend walked away. My friend is like that. He is big into what he calls "chica gratuities". The choclate bought him a lot of goodwill and choclate is a natural aphrodisiac for women.

While he was waiting for the choclate to release the pheromones in the one Colombian he was going to take out, we spotted two others Colombians.They were tall, surgically enhanced, chemically bleached, and perfectly attired. They must of came out of the same Colombian assembly line that turns out a "six million peso chica" every week. They strolled in like peacocks, confident that they were twice as attractive as any of the other girls in the bar and stationed themselves by some slot machines, scanning for targets.

We dubbed one, "Scary Spice" because her tall figure sported the best set of six-pack abs I've seen on a woman, and they both wore outfits that showed off their tummies. "Asian Spice" was in almost as good shape. But she had high cheek bones, eyes with epicanthic folds, flawless skin. In the words of Sir-Mix-Alot, "I got sprung, I just gotta get some". My friend was interested in Scary Spice, I would have stepped over a dozen girls at a Playboy Mansion orgy to introduce myself Exotic Spice.

I walked up and asked them for their phone numbers. Ostensibly, it was for my friend, who had stayed at the table. They were both named Andrea and were roomates, and I asked Asian Spice if she would be available the next afternoon.

My friend was trying to decide between Scary Spice and the Colombiana who was about to go into sugar shock from his choclate. I reasoned that the gratitude and the aphrodisiac effects will only last so long, so he should get a return on his investment. He agreed. As it turned out, she was so grateful and horny, that she agreed to $80 for a short time. He is still recovering from the tit pounding he received.

Well, with Sunday afternoon at blown, I called Asian Spice's phone number at almost 4pm. She was sleeping, not having got off work until 5am. Could she meet me at 6pm. No, how about 7pm. Good. How much. $150. Hmmm. Gotta think about it. I'll call you back. I thought about her facial features, so Indian, she looked Asian, and called her back. How about two hours, two pops, for $250. She said yes. I know, that is expensive, but there is no action where I'm going to be working for the next 5 months, so, what the hell.

She showed up late. She looked even better in daylight. Flawless skin. We got to my room. She didn't ask for the money up front. In fact, she didn't talk very much at all. I told her, you act like a girlfriend for the next two hours and give me hot sex, and then I'll treat like a husband and give you my money.

She had a lot of rules. No DFK, no BBBJ, no DATY, no femidom. But she looked great. I had taken the 1 foot by 5 foot mirror of the wall that morning. With some duct tape and a brace provided by the handle of my roll-a-board bag, I was able to set it horizontally along the top of my dresser drawer. It was at the perfect height and angle, giving me a excellent view of anything we did on the bed, except doggie. But if i ducked down during doggie, I could watch her face and her augmented breasts swing like cowbells.

She did a good job with the foreplay, and eventually stroked me until I was hard enough for a flavored condom and the CBJ. Like other providers, she didn't bring a condom and so we used one of my flavored ones. Asian Spice had never used a femidom before, didn't want to do so, so we went straight from CBJ to mish. She came while we were in mish, and while I was spooning her, she looked great and made all the right noises.

We took a break. She didn't want to shower, as it was a cold night by local standards. We talked a bit, and I ran my hands over her entire body. Such perfect skin, such a flawless tan.

Actually, it probably wasn't a tan. As I got a close inspection, I tested her claims of being pure Colombian. She denied having any Asian in her family tree, but I knew better. I had taken Physical Anthropolgy 103 in college. Her eyes had perfect epicanthic folds and were at the proper angle. The cheek bones could have Indian. But I looked at the area in front of her ears and she had the signature lady-sideburns of asian women that went past her earlobes by an inch or so. If she had let me DFK her, I would have probed for the distinctive shovel shape on the back of the incisors. Either she was asian or some strands of DNA that had crossed over from Asia by way of the Bearing Strait in Alaska had laid dormant in the Inca gene pool and popped out in her. She said that she didn't look like any of her brothers and sisters. Maybe she was adopted.

The second session had a better blow job, and I was able to convice her to let me use the femidom if I would take out the inner ring. Used in that manner, it is like a condom custom made for Lex Steel. On me, it has about an inch wider and and inch and half longer than a conventional one. This time she did not come. She didn't exactly watch the clock, cause we had plenty of time on my two hours, but she didn't pump back. I took my time coming, just grooving on her full length reflection in the mirror. The contrast between my pale skin and her cinammon glow was striking. Like many other girls with enhanced breasts, she would use her hands or arms to restrain them during the pumping. Maybe the ebb and flow of implants is uncomfortable or something.

When I was done, she showered and wanted to leave. She had arrived at a quarter after seven and it was still five to eight. I wanted her to stay and give me a massage, she complained about having really taken a vaginal pounding by me. I consoled myself with taking many, many pictures. I gave her two cien bills, two 20's and 10 singles. She didn't like the singles. I didn't have any 5's or 10's, hence the 10 singles. I gave her a 10k colones note, and she gave me 8 US singles back, "because the colones are worth less". Sure, whatever.

After she took a cab to start working at the HDR, I took stock. It was expensive and but it was worth it to get a supermodel into my bed. If I didn't do it, I would have never have scratched that itch. Having done it with her twice, I don't ever have to do it again.

She had forgetten her tube of KY by the bed. If she is willing to come to the room with me for $100, she can get it back.

[Iguana Six]

It was Saturday morning, and I had the complementary breakfast at the Sportsmens. Healthy fare: OJ, sliced fruit, toast, coffee, bannanas, yogurt. I don't get to eat such healthy stuff, or at such a leisurely pace when I am work, so I must be vacation.

Took a walk with some buddies. Located a laundry and a place that sells phone cards, both down the hill from the HDR and both were expensive compared to PTY. Also reaquainted myself with the two pharmacies near the HDR, the Belmoral (expensive) and the reasonably priced (El Sucre). Picked up some vitamin Ci and some flavored cover, the later because sometimes the independent contractors forget to bring their equipment. Found the Mas x Menos supermarket on Central Avenue, and I stocked up on pineapple juice, Corona beers, snacks.

When monger, load up on the pineapple and pineapple juice, boys. It will make your spunk taste better, and no provider likes funky spunk.

Went for lunch with the boys. One of the guys got rented a car, and on th way over to the Princessa seafood restaurant, we were subjected to gridlock on par with New York City. The lunch was tasty, the portions were huge, and the prices were reasonable.

Made a third cruise of the HDR of the day, looking for my exotic from to 2006, but had no luck. Maybe she graduated from college, or maybe she went back to her own country. Ah, how the memory of decorating her face like a cake stays with me. You gave her gave her pearl necklace and then shellacked her perfectly enhanced breasts with your leche, you will not forget her either.

I was with two buddies, and one of them spotted a little spinner. He talked to her for a minute but decided to move on. We stepped out and were a half way down the block when we realized that we had stumbled on a technique. Have one or more of your wingmen approach them but turn down their initial offer of cien. By the time you come by and offer $80, they are ready. I told them to give me two minutes while I want back in.

I don't think that any bacteria grows in the downtown SJO sewers. So many chicas bleach their hair blond, the chlorine content must be higher than a swimming pool. And that is why this provider stuck out. In a sea of phony blondes with enough silicone to caulk a house or enough saline to clean a hundred contact lenses, this one had died her dark hair black.

I think that in the Colombian assembly lines where they build the Colombian Robo-Ho, the technicians are using big posters of Jessica Simpson as the model. Tall, fake blond, fake tits, lipo, and even butt enhancements. (I need to figure out how they do the later. Do they put in implants? Do a nip and tuck?) Well, this chica looked like Jessica's little sister, Ashlee Simpson, but before Ashlee dyed her hair blond. Just a meter and half tall, maybe 4'11", beautiful long black hair, breast enhancements, but just enough to give her a coke bottle figure, no lipo, and nice, natural bubble butt. And the face! She had such nice smile and dimples so deep you could use to smuggle marbles in!
When she didn't remind me of Ashlee Simpson, she reminded me of the actress who plays the second Silk Spectre in the upcoming Watchmen movie.

I approached her. Angelica would accept $80 and was open to using femidoms, but no BBBJ. I asked her to meet me at the Sportsmen in half an hour. She balked, saying she didn't know where it was. I gave her the card from the hotel, showed her the map on the back. She asked why I couldn't take her now. I had my lunch leftovers in a to-go bag, so I told her I had to drop them lunch to a sick friend. I also told her I had to stop at the ATM, and nothing is worst than a client without money, right? She nodded at that, and I gave her 1,000 colones note. That was the clincher. She agreed, and beat feet back to the hotel, to pop the Vitamin Cia, shower, shave, and change.

I figured the 1,000 colones note was a good investment. If she showed up, it would be a good session. If she didn't, it was a cheap way to find out it she was a flake. She was a few minutes late, as some cabbies don't know the Sportsmens Lodge's location. Just 500 meters from the HDR, yet so far away. Definitely not conducive to walking there in high heels. When her cab pulled out, she just opened the door and looked for me. When she saw me at the entrance, the corners of her mouth went east and west, her eyes crinkled, and she flashed me those killer dimples. She giggled as she paid the cabbie and bounced out of the cab.

The Lodge's watchman took her passport info, and she followed me to the room. I thought she was 21 years old but she told me she was 27. The reason she was hesitant at the HDR was that she had just landed in SJO the previous Monday, and had never had a client take her to the Lodge. This wasn't her first "deployment", as she had done a tour in Hong Kong. There are entire platoons, companies, and battalions of Colombians in Hong Kong and Japan. In Hong Kong, the asking price is $200, not $100.

We chatted a bit and there was no demands for money up front. We seemed to be hitting it off and I asked if she would consider more sessions while I was here. Business is slow, because of the economy, so she would continue to give me $80 session. But, I guess we made a connection, so she offered me BBBJ for a $20 propina, providing she my equipment passed her inspection. I agreed, and she pulled down my pants and underwear. She gave it a quick short-arm inspection, smiled, and said, "you have a really good one. I'll do it." She took a quick shower, and appreciated it when I dried her back. Coming out of the shower, I realized that she had the body and face of this hot 3rd grade teacher I had a crush on. It is funny how the mind works. Decades later, the libido is making a withdrawal from the "Bank of Spank".

I knew the high heels she wore to compensate for small frame (she is self conscious about her height) must be killing her, so I gave her a little foot massage using a squirt of hand sanitizer, which she liked.

Not only was Angelica cute, she was sweet. Chicas need loving, and they appreciate a little TLC, providing you know what you are doing. Make them forget the act is P4P, and the least it can be recreational on their part, and at best they can share in the illusion that they are loved. We kissed, nibbled, and caressed. It was like Prom Night. I put her on her back and proceeded to use my tongue to write all the letters of the Korean alphabet I knew on her clit. While I was doing that, she was doing something interesting with her breasts. It seems that the surgery made them more sensitive (huh?) and she was kind of massaging/masturbating both of them with her hands until she came. Interesting.

It took her a minute to recover, and when she did, she gave me some very deep kisses before putting me on my back. She asked if I wanted the condom, but I said no, so she gave me a BBBJ, but not before she got some folded up tissues she had put on the bed stand. She would suck and every once in a while, as is started to leak pre-cum, she would wipe the tip and spit out the pre-cum on the tissue. It didn't detract from her technique and she didn't ignore the twins, either. I did have to teach her the basics of a hummer, a concept that hasn't caught on around here. "The vibrations, baby. Hum like this -hmmmmmm- while it is in your mouth. Guys like the vibrations."

We stopped for me to insert the femidom into her. No problem. It is interesting, because whether or not the girl is comfortable with its insertion is immaterial to how big they are. Some tall girls act you are deflowering them, some small gals can take it without discomfort. Because of where the dressing mirror in the room was positioned, the only place I could watch her blow me was in the bathroom. She kneeled on foot towel, I stood against the door of the bathroom and watched as she got me rock hard.

We went back to the bed. She wanted to start out in cowgirl, which was fun. Her perfect breasts and proportional waist were nice to hang on to, while she challenged the structural integrity of the bed. After a while, the noise of the bed smacking the wall was annoying so we switched to doggie, then mish. With a small gal, it is hard to kiss her face, but she was able to give me almost-hickies on my shoulders and suck on my nipples real nice. She came a second time. I had completed my mission, so we went to my favorite, spooning, until I came staring at that perfect ass of hers.

I asked her if she came a third time while I was in her, and she said no, that she was only able to achieve a vaginal orgasm once a day. Interesting. She gave me the phone number of her hotel and we agreed that it would be $80 from now on, and that I would try to be her first customer of the day. I could call her and she could drop by before going to the Del Rey.

I recovered and later that night, I went with a friend down the hill to the former ZB, now the Little Habano Cigar Bar/hotel. It is being reconstructed, but it is going to look great when it is done. I walked in and looked for the two girls whos pictures adorned the photo gallery, Karin and Jessica-from-Colombia. Didn't see either by the bar, but there was this one girl who looked like a cheerleader from Tel Aviv university. Big, bugged out, sultry eyes, and full lips. But she was talking to some guy and kept walking around until I spotted Karin with two other girls sitting at the bottom of the steps. Jessica-from-Colombia had stopped working there a month or two ago.

I wanted to take Karin to one of the rooms, but she said she was tired. Hmmm, but would I consider a 3-way? A three way with her friend Pamela? I asked her how a 3-way would overcome her exhaustion. "I would have some help from the other girl in a 3-way." It would be $67 for a half hour, $100 for an hour. (An hour with one is $55, so you get a discount, see?) And BBBJ from both gals would not be a problem.

I had asked her about femidoms, and while I was showing it to Karin, Pamela, who was probably drunk, snatched it out of my hand, put it in halter top and refused to give it back until I reached in and took it. She clownishly flashed her tits, which were not impressive. She thought she was being playful, but I found it annoying. If the Colombians are cold and professional as Blackwater mercenaries, this was amature hours.

Anyway, if I was going to do a 3 way, I would need two condoms. And it would not include the annoying Pamela. I asked Karin if she was compatable with Tamara, the Israeli cheerleader, and she said yes. I told her to alert Tamara while I went back to the hotel for another femidom. I got out and the security guard got me a cab. He agreed to take me back to the hotel, wait for me, and bring me back. I asked how much. He replied, pay me what you think is fair. I asked him how much was a liter of gas in SJO. It came out to just under $3 a gallon.He was a pro and I was back in front of the ZB in five minutes. I gave him 2,000 colones.

The three of us got into the room. Very modern, very clean, with a futuristic shower stall. Except that when I got in, the gals warned me about closing both doors: "You might get stuck in there."

Karin and Tamara, while both Ticas, were a study in contrasts. From the pictures, you can see that Karin has these elfin features. Fine lips, green eyes, an aquiline nose. Tanned and lithe. Tamara was pale of skin and plush. Her eyes, nose, and lips...they reminded me so much of Maria Baritomo, the financial anchorwoman on the Fox Business Network. Ah, those Sophia Loren eyes. Put Karin and Tamara in togas and pretend that you are at Roman orgy. Of course, I was too overwhelmed to think up that analogy. All I could fantasize about at the time was that I had gotten into a sorority at a Southern California party college and I had found a way to secrete pure cocaine from my sweat and pre-cum. I knew it was going to be a hot session when Karin brought out her "pocket Rocket" vibrator, turned it on and complained the batteries were low. Woahhh!

We had to hurry, since it was after 8pm and the place starts closing down at 9pm, which explained why Tamara's phone never stopped ringing. (Later I found out it was her boyfriend wanting to know when he should pick her up.) No big problem, there was always one set of lips on me at all times. Lying on my back, getting a double BBBJ from these two "coeds" was something. No clock watching, just extereme pleasure for at almost 20 minutes.

We stopped to insert the femidoms and while Karin took it like a champ, Tamara grimaced a bit. (Femidoms are excellent for 3-ways, as each gal get her own and it makes switching back and forth. I've had 3-ways with regular condoms and it really kills the buzz to have to take one off and put another one on when switching between girls.) It turns out the gals really were tired, because they sometimes work 12 hour, 9am-9pm shifts, or at the very least 10 hours shift. They had each had 4 previous clients that day, so they really didn't need 15 minutes of pounding from Senor Grueso, hence the tag team and lots of oral.

Once the femidoms were in, they went back to blowing me and getting me rock hard. I asked who wanted to volunteer to be first. Karin did, and while we did "lazy doggie style" (modified spoon), Tamara was kissing me and nibbling on my nips. Nice. When Karin came, we switched to Tamara. She was a little tender, and I pretended I was being gentle with a virgin for the first hundred strokes, which was cool. I grooved on her lovely ass, her alabaster skin, and Karin's kisses and near-hickies. I came by giving Tamara a mix of slow, deep strokes, and some shallow fast ones.

We had some time left, so I laid on my back, and had Tamara massage my legs, while Karin laid next to me, turned on her Pocket Rocket and masturbated. I volunteered to DATY her, but she said that it was very hard for her to come. Tamara massaged, Karin moaned to her vibrator, and I licked, kissed, and stroked Karin until she gave up.

By then, it was past 9pm. Cabs were showing up to pick up the staff. The gals asked for a tip, but I had only brought a cien bill, which I had foolishly given to the front desk when I could have used a credit card. I asked Karin to get them to return my cien so I could put the cien plus a tip for them on the card. The manager agreed but there would be a 10% credit card fee. Well, I didn't get my cien, but instead $60 in twenties and the rest in colones. I gave each of the gals a $10 propina. Tamara took hers in colones, Karin in dollars.

On the way out, Karin was nice enough to have her cabbie give me ride back to the hotel. As we drove away, I watched Tamara and her boyfriend kiss and walk home arm in arm. He must be a better man than I am, because just a half hour earlier, my nuts were in her mouth, and I don't she was in condition to give him any lovin' that night.

Lessons learned: ZB ($55 an hour) and New Fantasy ($45 an hour) are excellent alternatives to the HDR Colombian free lancers. Overall, the stables are not as deep (mostly Tica, some Domincan, and other Central American, the occassional Colombian), but all you need is one or two jems. However, come early. At both places, the day shift of girls reports as early as 10am, sometimes 9am. These girls really are rung out ten, sometimes five hours later.

[Iguana Six]

I chose Delta Airlines, because they are using ATL as their Latin American hub, and I live near a local airport that connects there. With enough advanced notice, the flights are fairly cheap, and eventually I will have enough miles to get a free flight.

If you are a GI, and you have an hour to kill between flights in ATL, go to terminal T and visit the USO. Very nice place to relax and the volunteers make nice sandwiches, hot dogs, and other alternatives to expensive airport fast food. Only the Philly USO is better, as it has computer terminals, a mini theater, sleeping rooms with bunk beds, a kids center, etc. In Philly, you don't even have to leave the TSA security cordon, unlike ATL.

I landed in SJO, and even though I didn't check in any bags, it still took me 45 minutes to get outside, due to the very long line at immigration. Two planes must have landed at the same time.

When I got outside, a guy with a sign with my name on it was waiting. He wasn't the driver, but a guy the driver tipped to wait. It took me so long that Gato the driver had to get this other guy to wait for me. Once Gato, the Sportsmens Lodge driver, rolled up, it was 15 minutes to the hotel. Enroute, Gato was a font of useful tips and information. Very friendly, very talkative.
He promised to hook me up with a nice chica for a real massage with her imported machine, to be followed up with 'full complento' wink, wink, for just $80.

We rolled up to the hotel. As I walked into the lobby, I could almost hear 13 sets of eyeballs clicking as they rolled in my direction. The hotel has a narrow entrance, opening up into a covered courtyard lobby, followed by the bar. There were chicas in the lobby checking me out, sizing me up for general fuckability and profit potential.

I checked in and decided to join Costa Rica Ticas' discount club. $40 for a year. I'll get 10% off the hotel bill for lodging, drinks, and meals, so I'll get my money back easy. I made my reservations pretty late, so I was stuck with a $99 room the first night, a $79 room the next, and then $59 rooms after that. Well, the $99 room was pretty plush, almost a suite. It had a desk, adequate light, and even a DVD player. Most of all, it was quiet, at it was off in side wing.

I tried alerting my friends who were already here, but he was either with a chica or sleeping one off. I went to the bar and ordered a burrito. Not bad, especially since my flight from ATL was just 10 minutes short of 4 hours, and alas, did not serve a meal. Then I asked directions to the nearest bank and changed some dollars. The hotel offered 530 to one, the bank gave me 551.

Eventually, I went down to the Del Rey. I was looking for "Anna Patricia Lee" a provider I met in 2006. She was tall, had enhanced breasts, and reminded me Kira Kenner, the half Swede, half Thai Vivid Video porn star. Roaarrr! I had spotted her on a Saturday night when I was scouting out the Del Rey for the first time. Very haughty....so beautiful and so dangerous. I recall she had put glitter on her cleavage. When I saw her, I watched for a while. When she didn't get any nibbles, walked up and tried to talk to her.

It had been a long day. I got in a nooner session at the Oasis in PTY before flying up to SJO, my plane got in late in the afternoon, and I hadn't shaved, showered, or changed. I was just in the Del Rey for recon when I spotted her. She wasn't impressed, wanted the usual cien, was in a rush to get me upstairs /she thought I was staying at the HDR/ and gave off the usual stuck up attitude. I got her number and said that I would call her the next day, possibly for a TLN.

I called her on Sunday. It took a couple of phone calls but her cabbie finally found the Sol Melia. Don't ever stay at the Sol Melia. It is expensive, it is stuck up in a way that only a European hotel franchise can be, and it is either a 40 minute march to the gulch or a cab ride. They were stingy with towels, for God's sake! The only good things about it is that it close right off central avenue, the neighborhood is safe, it is across the street from a supermarket with a deli, and it is a five minute walk from internet cafes, the Machu Pichu Peruvian restaurant, and the low key, low cost daytime MP across from the Machu Pichu.

Anna Patricia Lee showed up, late of course, but when I took her up to the room, the staff stopped us, got her passport or cedula info, and tacked on a $25 chica fee.

APL looked stunning as ever, but she was a hard negotiator. Cien an hour. I counter offered with $300 for TLN. No way. She could give me four hours for $300, which would put her in the HDR by 1030pm, so she could keep earning.
She told me her mother was Nicaraguan, and that her father was Korean, which explained her Eurasian features. She also told me she was going to the best university in SJO and was only working the weekends to pay tuition and support her mom. All very plausible, but who knows, she probably gets told that she looks asian so much she made up the part about the Korean daddy. She certainly had the brains to plausibly be a law student.

So how was the service. Good and bad. I wish the room had strategically placed mirrors, because she was Vivid porn star beautiful and really did remind me of Kira Kenner. I improvised by turning up the lights, turning off the TV, and watching her reflection on the TV screen. BBBJ was out of the question. She only grudgingly used the femidom the first couple of times, insisting we switch to a latex one half way through the second session. When we were doing it, she kept interrupting me every ten strokes to check the condom. On anybody else, it would make them last longer before popping, but I've always been a marathoner and not a sprinter, so it really spoiled my rhythm.

In retrospect, I should have just done a short time, rested for a bit, and if I felt like some more, then gone to the HDR later in the evening for seconds. She was too mercenary to enjoy thirds, and we went through many latex and femidoms as switched from oral to intercourse and back to oral. But damn, she was beautiful.

So there I was, two years later, prowling the HDR on an Friday afternoon for the elusive Anna Patricia Lee, the closest thing to Kira Kenner I'm ever going to get. No luck, but I found another chica with exotic, almost asian features. I took Amy back the S/lodge. The Lodge has a cool security feature. No chica fee, but a security guard with a clipboard will take down the time, the chica's cedula or passport info, sometimes the nationality, her real name, and your room name. /at the lodge, rooms have names, not numbers/

Amy was cagey with her nationality, telling me that she Panamanian and had worked in a bank. Later I would find out she was really Nica. No big problem. She was a great substitute for APL. She had brown hair lightened to a dark blonde, almond eyes, high cheek bones, enhanced breasts, a nice waist,and a heart shaped ass. CBJ only, but she was game for the femidom. I DATY and she came. She came again later when I was in her, and dig that kind of responsiveness. She let me take pictures, which helped ease some of the sting of her price of cien. I got her number and will definitely get a repeat performance before I leave.

I had just finished escorting Amy out to catch a cab, when Gato the driver showed up with Rebecca the massuese. Like he promised, Rebecca was light skinned brunnette with a nice smile and a pleasing personality. I asked her to wait in the lobby, while I showered, straightened up the bed, and hid the condom wrappers and other residue of my session with Amy.

15 minutes later, I brought Rebecca in. A natural brunnette with green or blue eyes. Her accent was very Chilean or Argentinean, and her vocabulary was very large. This gal came from the upper middle class of Tica society. Her face reminded me of some TV star, but I could not remember which one. Very outgoing and we had chemistry pretty quickly. No problem with using a femidom, as she had heard about them, but never used them before. It turns out that she lived in my state with her dad for four years, so we could have had our conversation in English. She was a law school grad, and was doing her one year public service internship that is mandatory for getting a law license.

Ah, what a pretty and wholesome face, and what a disappointment when she shed her black cat suit. Two kids had wrecked her figure. When her ample breasts had tumbled free of her bra, they lost all shape and structure. Oh well, I had a robo ho with a perfect figure an hour earlier, this session was about fun and frolic with a really nice person.

After she showered, she had me strip and lie down. She took out her expensive and powerful massager. The size and shape of a brick she connected it to a extension cord and th extension cord to the wall outlet. Wrapping it in hand towel she worked out hours of airline induced tension out of my back, shoulders, and legs. Then, she put a towel on the floor next to the bed, had me turn over, and started massaging my feet. Let me tell you, lying on my back, and watching her kneel at the side of the bed massaging her feet felt really good and was sexier than some girls BJ's.

Eventually, she finished the massage, and with a greediness that told me she hadn't had a good tupping in a while, she told me she was ready to move on to the next phase. She gently ordered me to rearrange myself on the bed, relax and get ready for some pleasure. Once I did she gave me a few DFKs, worked her way down my body, and then raised herself up a little bit before she dived on penis. No talk about a CBJ, just a very tongue oriented, but not too sloppy BBBJ. I DATY'd her and she came, quietly and discreetly, but there was no mistaking the abrupt little gurgle coming her throat when she peaked.
When she went back to blowing me, there was even more hunger in her approach.

The Elvis commemorative vibratory comes with three settings. There is Love Me Tender, the second setting is Don't Be Cruel, and the highest setting is the Jailhouse Rock. When I put it in, she wanted me to go straight from the Dont Be Cruel to the Jailhouse Rock. Either she was super responsive or she hadn't gotten too much loving lately. When I was on top of her, her plush body was soft and pillowy. When I took her from the side, her eyes rolled up into her head and her large breasts flopped all over her chest like waves crashing up on the shore, retreating, and then coming back.When I spooned her, she took my fingers into her mouth and sucked on them in a way that might explain why Clinton almost lost his job over Monica Lewinsky. She came, let out a little scream, which set her pussy muscles contracting in a way that set off my orgasm. If my session with Amy was a PSE, then this was a GFE.

The only thing that detracted from the whole thing was that when I gave her the $80 that Gato told me was the price, she said that was mistake and insisted on cien. No big deal. When I was a kid and first learned of the concept of P4P, the going rate was $50, and that was right after Nixon took us off the gold standard. To paraphrase Blazing Saddles, "Mongo just pawn in the hands of fate and inflation."

When it was over, she showered, shimmied back into her black cat suit, and morphed back into the sweet, smart, and bubbly girl next door. She gave me her number, let me take a close up, and gave me a very tender hug and kiss before she left.

[Mule69]

THis reminds me of a guy I know in Colombia. He got in th back of a cab in Bogota to take him 4 blocks to zona rosa. The cabbie pulled up about a block, and two guys jumped in on either side of him. they then drove him up into the barrio, took everything he had, and let him out. This was at about midnight, and he was scared shitless. Luckily the cabbie took mercy on him and flipped him a 5000 peso note to get a cab out and he made if safely back to his hotel, albeit extemely shaken.

I myself got mugged by a 5 guy snatch and grab gang in Caracas in the middle of the day with hundreds of people around. Luckily I was able to prevent them from getting my wallet, camera and passport which I had because it was the middle of the day and I let my guard down. I have, over the years, exchanged story after story with guys that have got robbed, snatched, drugged, whatever. No place is immune...there is no "safe" mongering destination. Anywhere you combine tourists who are perceived as rich with third world poverty it is a recipe for crime.

What is the solution? Stay aware, try to minimize risk, Walk confidently and don't stop for anyone you don't know, never leave your drink unattended, and don't trust strangers, and don't flash money, jewelry or fancy clothing. Carry only the money you need, and carry a copy of your passport. Leave the wallet and passport at your hotel (Note: IN st. Martin last week, there were prymarks on my safe).

All you can do is minimize your profie.

If you play the game long enough it will happen! I started mongering in San Jose in 99 always was in awe of the Colombianas and since 2005 have made Colombia my new destination. It finally happenend in broad daylight in Medellin, my nephew was robbed with a. 38 stuck to my to his head. Always remember that as a tourista gringo you are a target. I thank God he was not killed. Always be aware!

[LobbyMan]

Try this link -- $7 from SJO to downtown SJO. Never had a problem using them and often the only passenger....

http://www.interbusonline.com/defaul...vicio=2&main=2

[ChiliMike]

Assman,

When is your flight landing? Also try this, as you are in line at customs I look for guys who could be staying in town for the same reasons as I am. And start the chat going. Where are you stay? Most even if they are going fishing are staying in the gulch. Ask if you can share a cab with them. I have been 100% everytime I tried it and most times became friends with the group. Alot will either be first time trips so you become the expert or if they have been there before. They are crt members. On the crt site some guy wrote about catching a 6.00 taxi (or bus) that takes you right to the gulch. I have to thought about the bus but once you get thur customs you want nothing to stand in your way of pussy. Look you are already saving a avg of 30. 00 a night staying at the morazan vs sportsmen so spend the cash on the taxi.

See you in pussyville.

[Assman666]

I have the money I'll just catch a taxi.

Thanks

[Iguana Six]

Hey Chili Mike and Iguana,

Also I don't really feel like spending 20 bucks on the taxi from the airport. Could I catch the bus to downtown then catch a taxi to my hotel. Would this be safe for a young white guy?

Thanks guys

How much is your time worth? Do you really want to spend an hour in a third world bus? Then spend more time trying to find a cab while you stand around carrying around your luggage? Could you not have the hotel pick you up for $20-25?

[Assman666]

Hey Chili Mike and Iguana,

They were actuality booked at the sportsmens lodge. So I'm staying at the morozan, I'm 21 and I'm going by my self so it would be great to meet up with some experienced mongers and have a good time and have a few drinks. I'll go to the sportsmen lodge around 8 or so and try to find you guys. Lets keep the mongering going in costa! Also I don't really feel like spending 20 bucks on the taxi from the airport. Could I catch the bus to downtown then catch a taxi to my hotel. Would this be safe for a young white guy?

Thanks guys

[Bruce52]

I'm a long-time experienced monger making my first trip to San Jose November 18-23. I'd like to meet guys with more experience so that I don't make dumb mistakes there. Anybody want to meet? I plan to stay at Sportmen's Lodge, in the new wing. Seems like one of the nicest places, and the price doesn't bother me. PM me if you'll be around. We can compare notes on mongering around the world!

Bruce

[Rockhunter]

Has anyone been to the Total Satisfaction resort in San Jose?
Is it worthwhile?
Thank you...Rockhunter

[ChiliMike]

Sounds great. We just added 2 more guys to our group (great guys) not all of them are staying at the sportmens but nomal night starts with dinner and few beers at the sportmens, then at the delrey at least by 8:30 then hang out have some beers up on the top area. I myself enjoy leaving the delrey and hit vips1 and vips2 (and a few other places at night) we are better in numbers when leaving the delrey and alot more fun. We are planning some daytime stuff (other than hitting 6th street and the mp's) like the avt trip and maybe a rafting trip. I know all my plans sound good then once we get there, they all go to hell. But one of the guys with me likes to do more than just chase pussy. So maybe this trip we will get that raft trip and avt trip done! The count down is on fellas. Only 4 days till kick off for me. Please make sure we all meet as on one of my last trips a guy I was exchanging pm's with never said Hello, (or did I) and we seen each the whole week and when I got back. I pm him and ask him what happen? He told me he thought that was me but never said anything. Also I think once we check in at the desk (sportmens) we give them out crt name and they post it on our room bill or in the computer as we all all go by our screen name.

[Iguana Six]

Hey Chilimike and other guys,

This is my first time. In Costa Rica I'm 21. I've mongerd in Brazil and Panama, but I would love to meet up with you guys and monger. I'm staying at the sportsmen lodge as well.

I'll be at the Sportsmans that week. When you get in, leave a message at the front desk for Maximo Gomez. I'm hooking up with some non-ISG mongers who are pretty regular. They know how to party.

[Assman666]

Hey Chilimike and other guys,

This is my first time. In Costa Rica I'm 21. I've mongerd in Brazil and Panama, but I would love to meet up with you guys and monger. I'm staying at the sportsmen lodge as well.