Day 4 - Back to Chicas 2000.
Day 4, the first half.
Woke up much too early thanks to noise and sun light shining into my room. Looked at the time on my tablet and it was going on 6 AM, which is when I usually wake up at home. Despite being on the 9th floor, the noise from the street was too much and the light always wakes me up in the morning. I forgot to put in my earplugs and my sleep mask on the previous night. And sleep is crucial to testosterone production when you are my age. It didn't help that after I got back to my room, I drink two of those mini airline size bottles of scotch while watching a movie on cable. Anyways, the lack of sleep almost ruined my last day. After realizing that I wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep I got up and went downstairs to take the complimentary breakfast (which was as bland as you would expect in Colombia).
I wanted to go up to Montserratte, so I took a cab there, waited in a long line for tickets (though the line up the funicular rail car wasn't long at all. Its worth a visit if you haven't seen it. Once I got back down and got a cab back to the hotel, I decided to take a disco nap but had little results. So off to my second task of the day: go visit Chicas 2000 again. The Transmilenio runs out front and after my initial experience the previous day I thought I'd save some cash and take it up the road into Champinero. However, it went up a bumpy stretch most of the way and standing room only. I almost got off early because it was so uncomfortable. But, at least it was fast. I got off at calle 70 and made my way to Chicas 2000. I think the time was around 1 PM.
William was talking to the guys who worked the door across the street at Chicas Milenio. But, he saw me coming and opened the door for me. I passed a pair of cute girls sitting on the bench outside and one, a criolla girl caught my eye. Once I sat down, the girls all assembled quickly and there were 7 to choose from. I was looking for Lis, the one I'd seen the other day and Catalina, because I liked her very good CBJ. Neither Lis not Catalina were in the lineup, but the options were good. I went for the pretty and curvy criolla. Her name was Kamila and she was from Caracas. We went upstairs to the only room available, which I didn't like as much as the one I was in earlier. Off with our clothes and I got a good look at her. She had a dark caramel complexion, facial features and skin texture of a negra, but her hair was straight and silky, with highlights the color of her skin. She definitely had her MILF curves going and under her navel there was a distinct see-section scar, but no other prominent baby damage. I started to go for her nice nipples with my mouth, but she warned me that it would be 15 k. Not what I wanted to hear, since Catalina had let me nosh on her nipples all I wanted for free. But, I guess that's because she had less to work with. I paid up because that's what I wanted to do most at that moment. And you better believe I got my $5 worth. When I tried to go down on that caramel cookie, she told me 15 k, as well. I'm not going to pay to pleasure a woman. This is a first for me. Hopefully it will be my last. Kamila had a bit of trouble figuring out how to get the Okamoto on, due to its thinness. I had to get it going the right way for her. Her BBBJ was decent, but nowhere as good as Catalina's. Kamila got me hard with her BJ, Catalina made me cum. Eventually she mounted me and she rode pretty good for awhile, and then did a good reverse cowgirl so I could peer at her nice ass. Eventually I flipped her on her back and she even pulled her legs back with her hands and let me give her a pounding. I finished on top and then we chit-chatted a bit after that with my limited Spanish. She hadn't been in Bogota long, and from the way things went, I don't think she just began her career as puta here in the short period of time. She told me some things about her home, but the thing I made out best was it was just a very bad situation. I inquired about the time, she looked at her phone and announced the time was, in fact, up now (or something to that effect). I had my doubts about that. But, I got dressed and at least she did not ask for a propina.
Speaking of propinas, in Medellin I never had a girl charge for any service beyond what I paid up front. However, two of them in Medellin got aggressive for a propina and one got real pissy about it until I gave her one and then she complained it wasn't enough to buy P*MP*rs for her baby (yes, that is a forbidden word, any type of paper product used around the bottom of an infant. It is censored). Both of those girls asked for my phone to put their number in my contact list (though I wasn't interested in repeating with them). Nobody in Bogota wanted to exchange contact info, but they never asked for tips, either. I don't know if that reflects my limited personal experience or different standards in the two cities. To be honest, I could not see how women in Medellin were any better looking, whether in the casas or ordinary girls on the street. As I see it, Colombia is just a land of pretty women. But there might be some difference between the Modus Operandi of girls in different cities.
As for Kamila, would I repeat? No, unless we had everything worked out well before we started and I had "all access" to their body. As for young little Catalina, I would definitely do it again as long as we got the kissing upcharge taken care of. Had she done DFK it would have been a complete GFE. She was the best in terms of relating to my needs after the MILF I pulled off the street in Santa Fe, later that evening. Oh, and as I walked out, there was Lis sitting there in her underwear reading another catalogue or magazine or something. She looked up at me and smiled. But, us was never to be.
To be continued.
Day 4, Last night in Santa Fe
Day 4, the evening in Santa Fe.
Got back to my hotel via cab. The ride up on the Transmilenio was too rough up on the way up. Done with that. Attempted a disco nap, but couldn't nap too long before I woke up. It was getting dark and my stomach was rumbling. I had passed on lunch, and wanted to find some grub in the immediate proximity before it got dark and things shut down. The area around the Hotel San Francisco and business district actually has a lot of things to see and do in regards to shopping and eating during. After dark, I don't know. I found a ordinary sit-down restaurant across the carerra that served me up a large portion of food, and a beer for 11,400 ($3. 70 USD). Can't complain about that.
Headed over to Sante Fe after dark and made the rounds on the streets first. Saw the same cute girl with big boobs on the same corner. But, she didn't look any more encouraging on a Monday night, and there was less action on the streets that evening.
Decided to check out Troya, because it was hopping the night before. I was ready to whoop it up and buy some quality time with some sweet young thing. Boy, was I disappointed. The place was dead. I understand that they weren't many customers, but there were quite a lot of good looking women standing around, music playing and nobody dancing. I didn't get it. I sat and drank a beer and noticed most of the girls standing around sucking on Lolipops. What was this, Lolipop night? After my beer was done, I got up and left. I walked around and went into Venus. Same thing. Girls standing around and an empty stage. The scene inside Venus reminded me of Thermae in Bangkok. Very young, bored, fully clothed girls, some very well fed, looking at their phones and waiting for something to happen. I turned around and left. What was going on? Strip clubs full of girls but none of them dancing. WTF? I found Fiebre, which was supposed to be good. At least they had a girl dancing on the stage, and a good dancer. However, I didn't notice many girls in there, and the mood was dead. I sat by the stage and waiter told me they had Heineken and Corona. I'm sure they had more, but I asked for a Heineken because I hate Corona. He brought a large Heineken, and told me 30 k. WTF? Large or not, I knew 30 k was a lot for a beer in Colombia. I objected, he told me a Corona was 10 k and went to fetch one. I broke like the wind, and headed for the door. It was not shaping up to be a good night, so far.
When I stepped outside it was raining. I walked around the block to see what was going on, and saw a hole in the wall bar called Taberna Napoles. It looked like a place to get out of the rain and rethink things. I stepped in and ordered an agua mineral. A pair of scruffy looking characters were talking in hushed tones at one table and that was all the customers they had. Behind the bar were three girls, one of them extremely cute, another just cute and another plain. But all made me welcome. They were playing music off of a MacBook and asked me what I wanted to hear. I was fine with the Regatton they were playing even if I didn't like that stuff. The cute one chatted with me as best we could. She wore a low-cut crop top exposing a nice rack, a belly piercing and an interesting tattoo around her waist. I was hoping she was for hire, because she was cute, sexy, friendly and was employed primarily in an ordinary job. So, I was flirting hard, until an older gentleman showed up and they started answering to him. I asked if that was the "Jefe" and the cute one nodded in affirmation. Things got a bit more business like there with the boss hanging around. I finished my bottle of water and headed out after the rain quit. I walked up the road just a few yards looking at the girls standing in the driveway of the motels across the way. Then I saw her.
Five girls were standing in one garage entrance, and they all were nicely done up and reasonably attractive. However, the one on the end made unflinching eye contact with me, smiled and I went up to her. She was a distinctly older morena than the other girls, but she had this confidence to her the others didn't, not to mention we just sort of clicked. I liked her outfit which said "date night" as opposed to "street hoe". Plus, she had some good MILF curves going. She wasn't beautiful, but she was cute and had soft eyes and brown hair. How much? 34, she said, not 30, not 35, not 40, but 34 k COP. I nodded and asked her name. She told me and I forgot it almost immediately. It was a common name and somehow it slipped my mind before we were even finished. Walked up to the counter of the motel and I see a sign that says 6000 por 15 Minutos. Okay, now I get it. I pay the motel and then its 40 k total. I wonder if they raised their rates just a few mil. If she would drop her price correspondingly. They handed her the tray with the wipes and condoms and she leads me to the first room. It didn't have a flat screen with porn going on. However, it did have a poster of Snow White on the wall, and a nice mirror opposite the bed, which actually functioned well. They was also a large squirt bottle of PURE lubricant on the nightstand, which came in handy.
So of with her date clothes and she was wearing nice, white "post date you just got so lucky" lingerie. A lacy teddy that looked so go on her, I almost didn't want her to take it off. Damn if I didn't get lucky. For a 34 k short-time street hooker, she was mighty done up! But, we were promptly naked and she was pleasantly fleshy, with a nice big but shapely butt, nice boobs and no visible baby damage other than her MILF curves. She went through a quick program, but she did it very well. She even turned her ass to the mirror while going down on me. When I started to finger her pussy she grabbed the bottle of lube a squirted some on my fingers, so I could actually slide them inside her cooze. She got on an did cowgirl, and her cookie still felt decent. But I had already popped this morning and I knew our time was limited. I asked her to give me an hand job through gesticulation and damned if she didn't do an excellent handjob. The best I've ever gotten, actually. I popped rather quickly after that, she gave me a wet wipe to clean up while she into the bathroom to wash up. The knock came at the door. We got dressed in a hurry and the knock came again. Our fifteen minutes were up. I actually wanted to give her a little tip but she was gone in a flash. I walked out and didn't see her either. Had she hung around and leaned on me a bit, I might have proposed toda la noche, even if it was just cuddling & fondling. But, I guess she had places to go and things to do.
Interesting comparison between her and the 35 k short-time Paula at Bar La 70. Both were very similar in basic demographic. Mature, MILFy morenas but complete opposites in terms of grooming, attitude and service levels, though working at the same level and same price. One gave the best hand job in the world, and the other couldn't give a hand job to save her life. And that's the lesson I learned about low end working girls in Bogota.
