Report Chapter 1: Eve, the massage girl
Landed at PTY after an overnight flight. For some reason there were so many families with toddlers or babies travelling on this packed flight.
There was a little boy crying on top of his lung throughout the flight to make sure nobody nearby can get a good night sleep.
Got through the immigration rather smoothly early in the morning, right around the time staff shifts.
Only a couple questions were asked like where you stay, purpose of the trip etc. I printed out my return flight reservation just in case but wasn't needed.
Checked in the hotel and went to a phone store in a nearby mall to get local sim & phone #.
I was told Tigo has the best plan with unlimited data, txt and calls plus limited hotspot sharing, so I paid 10 or 15 dollars for 15 days plan, and showed my passport.
Quickly opened a Tinder account with my new local phone number. In my profile, I mentioned I am from USA and looking for short time meets.
Hooked up with 2 girls within hours on Tinder's free plan. A 19-yr dark skin short-hair chica asked for $150 per hour, but I didn't like her face so wished her good luck and moved on.
Eve, a 27-yr massage girl asked $60 for one hour when we started chatting off Tinder, in WhatsApp, so I agreed for her to come to my hotel room on the afternoon.
She turned out to be 1. 5 times bigger than her profile photos, I was a little bit disappointed.
Massage started with her using a massage gun with some oil / lotion on my back. She didn't mind I took off all my cloth being totally naked.
Half an hour passed, by the time I flipped over, I asked her if we can "make love", of course in my limited Spanish. Eve hesitated for a little while, seems surprised somewhat.
Then she asked me if I have any condoms, and wanted for $60 more. Looks to me, sex is not something she provides to her clients by default.
In retrospect, this might be the worst deal I got for the whole trip but I was turned on and also like the fact of dealing with a non-pro, so I agreed with the price.
Also, I bought condoms on the same trip to the mall, so we are good to "make love".
Eve went to bathroom for a while and came back with a towel wrapped around her, laid on the bed and ready to "make love".
I opened her up, started to kiss her all over her face and neck. She turned her head around when I tried to kiss her lips and murmured something in Spanish, so I couldn't stick my tongue in her mouth.
She started moaning loudly when I sucking her tits on those huge natural see-cups.
5 minutes later, I told her to change to 69, so I can have a good look of her pussy. She resisted a bit and I told her I won't eat it so she surrendered.
Her tiny wet pink pussy was already soaking wet, and moaning gets more intense with more touching and kissing.
It turned out she is as horny as I was.
We started "making love" and finally I cum without too much effort due to my exhausting flight.
Eve stayed long enough to make sure her 1-hour commitment fulfilled and left. I was tired and had a very good night sleep afterwards.
That's all I got from Tinder for this trip. I started to focus more on in-person selection process after questioning the quality of photos from online sources.
Next to follow, Chapter 2, Natalia, a Colombia Beauty.
Natalia, White Girl from Colombia
Originally, I didn't plan to go to Boca (Club: El Bocatorena) seeing comments about their dirty rooms and mattress, because I just don't want to comprise my health.
But after I read ISG Legend TomJackin's recent post on this forum, I plan to check it out at least once.
Somewhat unsatisfied with Eve, the Tinder massage girl. I decided to check out Boca the next day.
I put a spare bed sheet from my hotel in a lightweight backpack just in case.
Arrived via Uber around 5 PM on a Monday afternoon.
There is a park right in front of the club with police patrolling, and on the other side of the park is Casta Veijo.
So I figured all the talks about how shady of Boca area is, probably just jokes.
Actually, for the whole time at Panama City, I never felt unsafe.
I always used UBER go door to door directly.
Some of the clubs, for example LE Palace, are indeed located in a poor neighborhood, so I just stayed at the property waiting for my ride to come.
Boca's doors always seem to be closed.
It was like in a western movie.
There was an old guy wearing hat sitting by the door, gave me a nod, so I know which door to push open, then I entered into a slightly dark bar.
Since I have been taking preventive drugs, I didn't bother to order any alcohol to cause drug complications.
I just walked straight to the back end of the bar, pretending need to use the restroom which located on the back.
At the same time, I did a scan of the area: There were quite a few guys there for a Monday afternoon.
But most of them just drinking without talking to the ladies.
There were probably 7 chicas in the bar but none was my type. Most were MILF type or with faces unattractive to me.
By the time I walked to the backside, I saw another room on my right side with about a dozen chicas.
I quickly used the restroom and walked out to the 2nd room to check out the girls there.
Most of them lingered at the entrance, while a few drifted toward the far end or leaned in close, talking with customers.
Among the cluster by the door stood a slim white girl, poised and out of place—like a swan among a flock of wild geese.
That's my girl of the day! Without any hesitation, I walked over, and greeted her.
A few Spanish phrases exchanged, she told me her name is Natalia from Colombia.
She looked to be in her early twenties, about 1. 65 meters tall, in short pants / T-shirts. Her pale skin smooth yet glowing with health. There was an easy energy about her, a brightness that suggested she was in high spirits—the kind of effortless vitality that makes that age so captivating.
Her eyes carrying a soft, drowsy haze—unusual, I thought, since most Latin American women I'd known had sharply defined, deep-set features.
I asked, "¿Hablas inglés?" She shook her head. In that moment, I realized my two-hour Spanish course had taken me exactly this far—and no further.
Next, I used a powerful word learned from this forum "Vamos". She agreed, and led me through a backdoor.
We went upstairs side-by-side. Natalia didn't mind my hands on her waist and hip touching her while we were walking.
There was a cashier box behind a window like a ticket booth. Without asking for the price, I just gave Natalia $15, she kept 10 and gave the cashier 5.
She also got 2 condoms from the cashier, and took me to the room.
This was actually the only time I used the upstairs room during 3 total visits. Which is quieter with less front traffic, and also farther for the cashier to reach when it's time to knock the door, without knowing it on my 1st visit.
The room was a bit small with a double bed, sink and toilet. The room wasn't smelly or dirty, neither was the mattress disgusting.
I didn't bother to take the bed sheet out of my backpack. I just kept my T-shirts on, with only pants off.
Knowing we only had 15 minutes or so, both of us started working. She covered my mushroom and work to grow it.
I pulled her legs over my head for my favorite 69 position.
Her pussy is about average length between those slim long legs. To my surprise, it looks very clean. I even sampled the juice and smelled it. No odd smell.
I can't help licking it. She didn't complain. The pussy got wet rather quickly, I sticked my tongue inside her vagina.
She's still fine with that, and just got more wet.
When my mushroom rose, she sit on top facing me, let me sucking her A+ maybe be size breasts. With small hands, I'm not into big breasts.
Her breasts felt firm and live. I liked them and sucked for a while.
Then she asked me to change to mission. That's the only negative points for this session because I would rather she stayed on top for a little longer.
Maybe she just wanted to save some energy expecting a busy evening for her with more clients to come.
Nevertheless, I still felt her tightness in the mission position, and were able to finish my bullets within time limits.
We both smiled at each other when we heard the door knocking as if we accomplished a timely mission together.
She sit on the toilet, and pulled out a sprinkler from the side, gave her underneath a through wash. That explained why she kept it so clean between sessions.
I washed a bit on the sink, then we walked downstairs.
With more satisfaction than last session with Eve, I walked along the coast, took some pictures of the old French Colony, downtown skyline, etc.
After some pictures of the beautiful Pacific sunset, I walked near a sports park. Ordered uber to come while watching preschoolers learning karate.
And bunch of guys playing 5 x5 concrete soccer / football.
Next chapter, Cristina，a Melancolía Beauty.
Airbnb / hotel guest friendly under $100 a night?
Anyone know of any airbnb or hotels under $100 a night that is guest friendly with no charges?
I am sniffing around and may have found one but just waiting for them to message me back.
Panama City Report chapter 4: Club Capri, the best service girl.
Weighing between Club Capri vs Grunta Azul, I heard so many good thing about Capri, so I decided to visit Capri first with slightly higher prices.
Due to my daytime work schedule, I arrived at Capri before 8 on Tuesday evening.
Paid the $2 entry fee and was led upstairs where the club floor is. There were about 7 chicas with only a couple customers. I knew I was too early.
This was the part I dislike the settings Vs the other clubs I visited. The club basically is just a giant bright room wide open, without many customers inside, you felt like everybody was staring at you, Chicas, waiters, and bar tenders. With nowhere to hide!
Disregard the staring, I scanned the club, and trying to find an attractive lady.
With that kind of pressure, and I didn't plan to order any alcohol with medications on, so I quickly made my choice among 7 chicas. There were really not many to choose from.
Light-skinned, of medium build, and attractive, she appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, about 1. 63 meter tall with braces on, stood alone, set across from the bar where most of the ladies had gathered, as if she preferred a quieter orbit of her own.
She offered a pleasant smile as I walked up. When I asked her name, she said, "Shari. ".
There was an ease about her that matched the smile—warm without being forward, attentive without holding back. Conversation with her felt natural, unforced, the kind that settles in effortlessly.
After joking about her English speaking skills, I asked her if she was ready to go inside? Of course, she agreed.
I paid $72 for half an hour. Shari led me to her room. It's larger than Azul's, which I found out a few days later, with its own bathroom.
She took her phone out and played some music. She wanted me to dance with her.
We danced, hugged and touched each other.
I took her dress off. There is a tattoo in the middle of her chest, between her nice be-cup natural breasts says "1995". She told me that's the year she was born, that made her 30 years old. This was the only time, a Chica told me about her age.
I can't wait getting her in bed while dancing. She laughed at me and patiently settled me in bed, and put the cover on.
She started working on my legs. I checked out her pussy as usual.
I guess it must be an average one without distinguish features so I can barely remember what it looked like, after playing with so many pussies during this trip.
Shari started riding on top with the mushroom fully grown. This was the time when I noticed the difference. Her pussy was like a greased wrench locking on a screwhead.
We changed quite a few positions afterwards. She never let loose of me. It always nicely clamped on my instrument. What a talent!
Into the 3rd position, we sit on the edge of her bed. She's on my lap with me holding her breasts from behind.
There's a mirror on the left side of her bed. So we both can see us glued together seamlessly, making wild moves.
I could feel steams coming out from our body.
To see us better, I tried to pull the curtain aside in front of the mirror, then the whole frame fell off.
We both laughed, and kept on with the movements.
In the middle of this long gluing moment, I closed my eyes for about 5 minutes, trying to remember this heavenly moment, our hot and heavy pictures in the mirror.
Eventually, I finished my moves inside her.
I laid on her bed felt happy, relieved and exhausted. She gently cleaned my body with alcohol wipes, and gave me a nice massage till the phone ringed.
After I recovered, I helped her to put the curtain back while laughing together.
Before said "ciao" to her, I asked Shari why there weren't many people at the club, in general. She said more people would come near 10 o'clock.
Next, Chapter 5: LE Palace, the Hottest Girls in Town.
