San Salvador impressed me!
Gentlemen,
I went to San Salvador for a one nighter (Wens) and was quite impressed. Had airplane problems and they put us up at a Marriot courtyard at a place call the “ La Gran Via”. It is a new high end area full of bars with hot local girls. We went to a bar call the “Republic” until around 1 am. Met 3 different girls and copied their numbers and e-mails and promised them we would correspond with them “(RIGHT!!)”. Had no time to read the Forum and went on advice from the cab drivers. Polled 3 different drivers and then started out to see what SAL had to offer on the monger side of town. Started out at Lips, it was great. I have not seen so many real tits in a long time. I forgot how nice real tits look. Girls range from 4-8. I did not see anything outside this range in my hour. Girls were willing for anything and you could see lots of touching for minimal $1 tips. Not my scene but I was watching guys at the main stage fingering girls for the $1 gift without negative reactions. Private dances looked wild as well. We got hit with the 2 am closing bell and could not partake in the action. Went to “The Best”, it was closed for the evening. Last destination was the “ La Oficina”. They had a $7 cover charge and gave us a beer each. Typical house, you wait on a couch in a sitting area and girls walk out in front of you. 3 through 7 ‘s was available at 3 am. My buddy was not happy and we decided to head out, this is where our luck changed. A girl was coming to pick up her roommate at La Oficina. We started a conversation and she seemed very friendly. We both are Caucasians who speak Spanish however, we detected some heavy English words coming from her and English began to flow. She was asking “ did you not find anyone you liked inside?” Our answers where ….You guessed it….. None of the girls are as hot and sweet as you seem to be. Next thing you know, we tell her to get her roommate and meet us at the Marriot. 20 minutes later she shows up with a different girl than her roommate, both 6.5’s. Next, we are in our rooms talking having a cocktail and headed to the showers. Both girls stayed all night ($80, our call, they never stated a price and seemed thrilled with this amount) multiple sessions and multiple disciplines. She started out CBJ the switched to BBBJ halfway through. We had a great experience with the girls, it has been a long time since I have met working girls on this side of the globe with such great attitudes. I am used to the Colombian assassins and this was a pleasant surprise. San Salvador is a nice little secret in Central America. I have to end on the safety factor. Every one I met including locals warned of the dangers of San Salvador with extreme prejudice. I only visited La Gran Via and the area with Lips, La Oficina and The Best. I never felt any danger elements or uncomfortable. We used taxis from the hotel and called them back to pick us up after each location. Those whom know this area have a nice little piece of paradise. Great place and talent was equal to most destinations. Peace out!!!
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My Trip to San Salvador - Part I (Day 1 - 3)
first, let me say that i waited way too long to post this report. after spending two weeks in san salvador, i went back to the states for a week before being shipped off to india for a month. you’d think i would have had time there to write this, but for some reason i just couldn’t sit down long enough to do it. ah well, i’m back in the states and have plenty of free time now, so here we go. i’m still not finished, but i will post what i can as i write it all out. i didn’t really think it was going to be this long of a report when i started, but the memories started coming back too me and i couldn’t stop writing.
i went to el salvador in the beginning of february on a business trip. i stayed at the sheraton presidente in san salvador which is in zona rosa. this is a very nice hotel for the money. i spent $109/night and was upgraded to a club floor room. the pool and surrounding area is very nice and large. they have about six hammocks, a pool waterfall, and a fairly attentive wait staff. and for those reading on this particular forum, the staff never mentioned anything to me when i brought a woman to the hotel. the rest of my coworkers were staying at the hilton, which had a tiny pool and rock hard beds. one of them was jealous when he came over to hang out at my pool for a saturday afternoon. it is this guy that ended up going out with me to the clubs for the first week of my visit. for a better understanding of my experiences, i will say that i am 34 and my friend is around 29. both of us are white and in good physical shape. i should mention the fact that i don’t speak a word of spanish other than how to order a drink or to ask where the bathrooms are. my friend is fluent, which is why i was requesting his assistance.
as i was there for business, my days were generally tied up at work and so my evenings rarely started before 7pm.
day 1 – superbowl sunday
my plane arrives uneventfully at around 1pm. i take a business provided bus to the hotel and check in. i rented a cell phone from the front desk which cost $10/day plus 50 cents/minute of talk time to anywhere in north america. kind of spendy, i know, but i needed a way to communicate and i didn’t know if i would have the time to go buy a phone, a sim, minutes, etc. my next step was figuring out how to watch the super bowl and still watch the us commercials. it turned out that the hotel was having a super bowl party in their ballroom with four 15+ foot video screens showing the us cbs feed. it was $6 to get in and then $1 beers of miller genuine draft. the coworker i mentioned above that went clubbing with me essentially lives in san salvador and came to the hotel with his girlfriend from costa rica who was absolutely stunning. it turns out she was only in town for that night and headed home the next morning to san jose. but, this limited my mongering conversation and my plans to go out that night. so i proceed to get almost blindingly drunk during the game and pass out that night around 11:30pm alone. ah well, it least i would be somewhat rested for my first day at work.
day 2 – first day at work and first real night out
well, i was wrong about the rest. it took the entire night of sleep just to get sober again. work sucked. the girls where i worked were all in the 18-22 year old range and many were pretty hot. i have a strict policy against hooking up with girls on the job, so i just had to gawk at them all day and remember how i spent the last night alone.
okay, work was done and i’m ready to go out. i met my buddy from work at the hilton to grab some dinner. we hit an argentinean steak house down from the hilton and had a great tenderloin steak for around $10. i had discussed my goals for this trip with him a little before i arrived, but i was able to provide a lot more detail once i was there. he wasn’t really into the full on mongering lifestyle i was presenting to him, but he was more than happy to join me at the clubs and bars and check out the local talent.
so, it turns out he had been to only one strip club in san salvador and that was lips. as he had just gone there about two weeks prior, i said we’d hit up some other place. we hop in a cab and the driver said the closet one to us was ‘the best’. i hadn’t found very many positive reviews on this place, but i just wanted to get someplace. well, this rash spontaneous thinking led to an interesting but eventually bad evening.
we get to the club and the parking lot is empty, there are hardly any lights outside and my first reaction to this is, “isn’t this the place in the movie where the white guys get killed?” so, we get out of the cab and are led to the front door where we pay, i think, an $8 cover which includes a beer inside. we get the quick metal detector wand treatment and are then led inside.
first impression is that it looks nice but it is completely dead. from what i could tell at the time, we were the only customers and it was a little after 10pm. although there was a main stage with a pole, there were no girls dancing. in fact, just about all of them were hanging out on couches watching the news. and unlike filipino bars where the girls see you and begin the attack, these girls could care less about us. not a good start. so, we get our beers and sit down at the bar. the manager comes over and strikes up a conversation with my friend. i continue to sit there like an idiot and smile as i have no idea what anyone is saying. so the manager walks away and my friend tells me that it will cost $300 to take a girl in the back and do whatever i want to her for two hours. i almost spit my beer out in laughter. in all my days of doing this, i have never spent that much money to get some action. needless to say, that neither of us experienced the back room of this establishment. after a couple of beers, we got tired of being ignored, so we walked by the girls on the couch and grabbed a table next to the stage, hoping this may give someone a clue as to why we were at a strip club. didn’t work. geez, this place was becoming a pain. so we turn the chairs around and face the girls on the couch directly. they were about 7 feet away. we sipped our beers and stared at each one in turn looking for any positive vibes. we got the attention of two girls and i had my friend tell them to join us. there was a hot one that was kind of shy and a so-so one who definitely was digging my friend. as i wouldn’t be able to communicate with either without his help, this seemed to work out okay.
although a little late to say i’ll keep this long story short, we proceed to order more beers, drinks for the girls and then rounds and rounds of tequila shots. girls eventually went up on stage and danced. not too bad and in fact some of the girls rivaled some american strippers in pole dance ability. everything seemed to be going well as we were both dancing and making out with the girls at our new found couch area in the back corner. we never purchased any kind of lap dance and to be honest i’m not even sure if they do that here. i essentially had to ask my girl questions through my friend, which is very difficult when you are trying to be suave and play the game. but, we were enjoying ourselves and that’s the important thing. however, my friend noticed that although we were getting progressively drunk, our new found friends were managing to stay pretty sober. “how could this be?” i ask stupidly already knowing the answer. the next time the waiter brings a round of shots; my friend takes the girls drink, sniffs it and then takes a taste. it turned out to be grape juice although the girls claimed it was supposed to be tequila and the bar was charging us for tequila.
at this point the night came to a screeching halt as my friend wanted to start beating people down. considering the environment, neighborhood, and previously heard stories of shit going down hill fast for guys like us, we made a hasty retreat. but, we didn’t leave until we got the manager to knock $50 off the tab for the bogus drinks for the girls. if i recall correctly, the beers were around $4 and the tequila shots for us and the girls were around $8. so, we didn’t get laid, were scammed with the lady drinks, got to kiss, rub and suckle some tits, and drank pretty heavily for a little over 4 hours. our cost was around $75 each for the bar tab. the only money that went to the girls were dollar tips when they went on stage.
time: 2:30am
state of mind: upset and highly buzzed
state of being: another night being alone. damn it!
day 3: dinner at la gran via
well, i woke up still drunk 4 hours later and went to work. boy, that was a fun day. i spent most of my time drinking bottled water to get hydrated and focused on not passing out at my desk.
that night i was beat and my friend wasn’t doing much better. we went to la gran via for dinner and went to the tucson grill. for those who have not been there, la gran via is a very modernized area not to dissimilar to universal city walk in hollywood and orlando. it has a lot of restaurants, a movie theatre and bars. i believe they finally opened the marriott which is connected to it as well. it feels as if you are in the states when you are there…well, aside from the constant foot traffic of hot latinas anyway.
either way, we were both beat and didn’t have any energy to do anything or anyone, so we head back to our respective hotels and passed out for the night.
on to part ii
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My trip to San Salvador - Part II (Day 4 - 5)
Day 4: Connected at Connections
Okay, today is going to be the day I tell myself. No matter what happens, Petey Peso is getting some action tonight. I go do the work thing and get back to the hotel around 6pm. One of the workers with us from the states is heading home in the morning so we take her out to La Cantina for dinner. This place is right across the street from the Hilton and seems like it would be a pretty fun place to hang out. Although we didn’t stay late enough to see any of the good stuff, I was told this place is kind of like Coyote Ugly. The girls were arriving and eating dinner while we were there and they sat at the table next to ours. It was very hard to concentrate on our table’s conversation as I was constantly staring and salivating in their general direction. I’m pretty sure everyone in our party could tell I was focused on something else and that my other head was in complete control of this evening.
So we send of the other members of our group and my friend and I hit the town. It was around 10pm, I think. Anyway, I know I’m not going back to ‘The Best’ and he was still not ready to go back to ‘Lips’. So, I had seen some good comments about prices, etc on ‘Connections’ so that’s where we went.
When we get out of the cab, we quickly notice that this doesn’t feel like a very safe neighborhood, and there are two security guys outside with big guns. Not sure if that makes feel safer or not. The cover was $3 which included a beer inside. All future beers were $3.50 including beers for the girls. As soon as we walk into the place, we head straight to the back where the bar is. We pass by some pretty dark areas where some guys and not so attractive ladies are hanging out in chairs. No action is going on, just chilling and talking. When we walk into the bar, a drunk guy screams out something in English about what a great place this is. It seems to be the only English he knows because that phrase was the only one he used and he repeated it all night.
So, my friend and I saddle up at the bar and get our first beers. Once I have mine in hand, a girl comes up to me from behind and puts her arm around my waist and snuggles up close. Considering the quality of the girls I had seen a few moments ago, I was too optimistic about what I would see when I looked down. Fortunately, my fears were laid to rest as she ended up being the hottest one there. I want to say her name was Alehandra or something similar, but to be honest, I can’t really remember at this point. She had a nice thin waist, a pretty tight and round butt, and a fairly decent set of tits. Her face was about an 8 on the scale except she had a weird smile that knocked her down a couple points. It’s not like her teeth were bad or anything, but think about how someone looks in a dentist chair when they put in the metal clamps that open your mouth real wide in four different directions. The only thing I could do was try to keep her from laughing, but that proved to be impossible. She only knew a couple English phrases and I’ve already explained about my grasp of the Spanish language. You would think I could just translate through my friend, but he was quickly gobbled up by another girl and we ended up completely separated for the rest of the night.
My girl took me to the front of the place where they had a jukebox. The place was already playing some pretty good American tunes, so I didn’t really want to screw it up by playing something else. But, she was adamant about playing something so I gave her a couple bucks to put in the machine. Turns out that it only played Spanish music, which shouldn’t have come to a shock to me, but it wasn’t even latin music that I knew or liked. Ah well. The happier she got, the more she would grind on me so I didn’t really care too much. After a little while, some of her friends came over and joined us and they begin the routine of trying to shell me for some free beers. I decided, given the ambiance of this place, that I would buy a couple hoping they would soon depart. Hindsight and common logic tells you that this was the opposite of what you should do, but I kept telling myself the more the merrier. Plus, I was getting the impression that perhaps one of her friends wanted to join us later. Of course, I would realize later that my inability to communicate would drastically affect the outcome of this evening.
So, after a few more rounds of beers…for everyone. Three friends were with us now. Man I’m a sucker. I finally, through a primitive form of charades, convey my desire to take my girl upstairs. When I tried to see if her friend wanted to come with us, everyone got confused and thought I wanted to take the friend instead of the girl I had. I must be really bad at charades. Anyway, I somehow fix this and head upstairs with just the original girl. She asks for the money, which ended up being around $40 and tells me to get undressed. She comes back into the room with the door wide open and she takes me across the hall into some dark closet. She grabs a bowl from a table and fills it with water from some tank (yeah that seemed safe) and proceeds to do a quick wash job of my soldier and supplies. By the way, that water was pretty fucking cold so it’s good to have some drinks in you first to help numb the senses.
We go back to the room where she undresses the rest of the way. Since she was only wearing a bra, panties and high heels, this took about 10 seconds. I grab a condom that I brought (Trojan Ultra thins) and she puts it on and starts giving me a CBJ. I let her go for around a minute, but then I had to make her stop. This wasn’t because I was to about to finish, it was just that she was just not doing a very good job and frankly I was losing the mood. So, she looks at me confused and I’m unable to tell her what I want so I just motion for her to hop on top. She figures it out, smiles, and then goes to work. Now, normally after having to wait a few days to see some action, especially since I was in a club a couple days prior, I would have been enjoying the hell out of this. But for whatever reason, most likely the lack of ability from this girl along with my inability communicate, I was just not getting into it. I tried some other ideas, different positions, DATY, anything I could think of, but after a little while it frankly got a little boring. Finally I decide I’m just going to let her suck me off and be done with it, so I roll over and set her in motion. But after a minute, someone starts banging on the door. She stops and motions to her watch that times up. I’m like, WTF? I’m that close to finishing, and she just stops. It’s been like 30 minutes and I figured with the condition of this place, $40 should have got me an hour. But, I want to complete the job so I try to tell her I’ll pay extra for a few more minutes so we could finish this thing. She doesn’t seem to understand much of what I’m saying, but she opens the door and talks to the person for a minute while I lay there and the soldier gets less enthused. When she gets back, I try to figure out what’s going on and I actually get her to keep going. Alright, time to get focused. Another minute passes, I’m this close, and wham, someone bangs on the door again. I try to get her to go again, but no luck. She’s seems all freaked out about having to be back downstairs. At this point I’m like “This sucks”. So, I get dressed and go downstairs. I figured she had told the person I’d pay extra for more time, but at this point I’m not giving anyone anything extra.
I’m at the bar where I thought I would be expected to hand them more cash, and I begin trying to explain what happened upstairs and how I didn’t feel I should pay extra in all consideration. Communication gaps start to widen and I’m not getting anywhere. I turn around and see my friend sitting on the couch behind me laughing because he could understand what both of us were saying and was enjoying my situation. It turned out that the girl never said anything about extra money and the club wasn’t expecting anything from me. So I apologized to the lady behind the bar and to the girl when she came back downstairs. But, I told my friend I needed to slam another beer and then we were heading out. We went outside and met up with the cab driver we arranged earlier and took off to the hotel.
Time was probably around 1:30am. I was fairly sober, and I have still yet to nut in this country. My frustration is growing.
Day 5: Long day and longer night.
My body is starting to react from the lack of sleep and work is getting harder and harder. Ah well. This was expected and I’ve just got to drive through the pain. Although, I was expecting some more rewards along the journey. But I had something to look forward to that evening as DJ Tiesto was performing in town and my friend and I had VIP tickets to the show.
It turned out that VIP simply meant floor seats, but there was actually an elevated platform that only certain individuals were allowed to enter. Luckily, my buddy knew a girl who was up there with her friends and they invited us up to join them. It was a pretty good spot next to the stage which provided a good view of the show. Plus it had its own beer vendor so we didn’t need to go into the crowd for drinks. The difficult part came when we had to use the bathroom. We remembered everyone having to leave the arena to hit the portable bathrooms outside and then fight to get back in without waiting. We didn’t really want to deal with that. So, knowing Spanish, my friend sets off to find another way and heads toward a door opening to the right of the stage. There was usually a guard posted here, but they were gone at the moment. Anyway my friend comes back a few minutes later to say he found a regular bathroom with stalls and urinals right behind the stage. He was taking a whiz when someone came up beside him and started using the next urinal. He looked over at this person and realized it was DJ Tiesto. It turned out this was his private bathroom for the show. But my friend just acted like he was supposed to be there and Tiesto didn’t say anything other than hello. Well, as soon as Tiesto hit the stage, we continued to use his bathroom every time the guards left their post.
So, we had a good time and ended up meeting quite a few people. It turned out that after the show, a large group of people were headed to the multiplaza to hit Club Envy. As it was only midnight, we decided to tag along. We ended up dancing and drinking until 4 in the morning. It’s not like I had work the next day…yeah right.
To be continued in Part III
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My Trip to San Salvador - Part III (Day 6 - 7)
Day 6: Body collapse
So after an hour and a half of sleep, I trudge into the office to try and accomplish something. I did what I could but my body was beginning a rebellion that would come to a peak around 6pm that evening.
Once I made it back to the hotel, I call my friend and we both decide we need to take a nap for a couple hours before we head out that night. After all, it’s the first night of my first weekend in El Salvador and I need to be alert.
So, I put my head down on that pillow, and my subconscious screams “Victory is at hand” and I completely collapse. If the alarm went off, I have no idea. I woke up at around 4:30 in the morning. What a waste of a Friday night. I’m actually still tired and it’s not like I’m going to do anything now, so I go back to sleep.
Day 7: Getting the job done right
I wake up again at 9:30am. I call my friend and he doesn’t pick up. I decide that enough is enough. I am going to get laid, I’m going to give myself enough time, and I’m going to a place that can make it happen. First thing I do is hit the internet. I decided that I need to write down some words and phrases in Spanish so I can at least somewhat communicate with the outside world. In hindsight, this was a really dumb idea.
I decided to hire a driver instead of just paying the standard cab fees as I thought it would be easier and I wouldn’t have to worry about finding a new cab at the location once I was done. The car hire (which is essentially a long term cab hire) cost me $20 for two hours. I roll out of the hotel around 11:30am and tell the cab driver to take me to Kiss Fresh. After all I’ve read on this site, I knew this place wouldn’t disappoint me. On my way out of the hotel, my friend calls me and asks if we are planning to hang out at the pool. I told him that sounded like a good idea, but I won’t be able to be there until at least 2pm. I informed him of my plan and he just laughed and wished me luck.
In a cab, with light Saturday afternoon traffic, it took a little over 20 minutes to get from the Sheraton to Kiss Fresh. The place is roughly two blocks from the Monumento a la Constitucion. Just past the monument is a restaurant called Diamante de China. Take a right just after the restaurant onto Calle el Algodon. You will go another block or so on a slightly windy back street until you see a doorway that looks like a mini plantation house. There is no way to miss this place as the white columns do not fit the architecture of the surrounding buildings and there is big sign on top that is printed with their web site ([url]www.kissfresh.com.sv[/url]).
I have the cab driver pull to the side of the road across the street. I told him I’d be back to the car in about an hour. The driver knew enough English to understand me as the broken Spanish phrases I’d written down earlier weren’t really helping. I go to the front door and a gentleman with a shotgun (or some type of long gun) opens the door for me and ushers me inside. He does the quick pat down and points me forward. I look around and see marble floors, mirrored walls and black leather couches. I was greeted by a nice looking girl who leads me through the place. I pass the bar area where girls were hanging out and having a drink. I try to smile at all the girls that look my way. I then go around a corner and there is a long room with couches on both sides and eventually opens up to a slightly larger area with, again, more black couches. The lady hands me a menu and asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I’m pretty sure I ordered a bottle of water. I open the menu and smiled. If I remember correctly, it was a split menu with Spanish on the left side and English on the right. It detailed the many options available to me along with the prices. I can’t remember all of the prices but I remember the choices. Each of these could be purchased in 30 minute, 45 minute or 60 minute intervals.
1 guy with 1 girl
30 Min $24
45 Min $30
60 Min $38
1 guy with 2 girls
No sure on price but it was roughly double the one girl price
1 guy with 3 girls
Again, not sure on price but I think it was around triple the one girl price.
And Finally, 2 guys with 2 girls
This one seemed spendy until I realized that the guys would be splitting the cost. Unfortunately, I don’t recall the specific prices on this as well.
When I look at it now, I should have written this stuff down, as I’m not being very helpful here. Ah well. So there I was reading my menu and drinking my water when the lady comes down to where I’m sitting and behind her is a row of girls following her towards me. She stops and asked if I made a decision. I pointed on the menu to the one girl for an hour. She smiled and took the menu and motioned for the girls to come forward. As each girl passed, they said hello and then continued around the room and stopped in a semi circle around me. I was sitting by myself on the couch and I looked up at about 15-20 girls who were waiting for me to make my decision. This was fairly discomforting for the sole reason that I couldn’t communicate with them. I wanted to ask them questions, talk to them or something other than just staring at them like an idiot. So, I just looked at each one in turn to see who was actually looking at me and smiling. I generally feel that even if a chick is really hot, if she is not showing you any interest that the experience will generally suck. So I ended up picking this young thin blonde who I had seen when I walked in. She hadn’t stopped staring and smiling at me since I arrived, so I figured this was my best bet. Once I picked the girl, the rest left and she sat down beside me. I tried various attempts at a conversation, but it was pretty clear she knew little if any English and my attempts at Spanish were not understood.
(As a side note, I noticed that everywhere I went, people looked at my like I was talking in gibberish every time I spoke Spanish. Even when saying something easy like ‘uno’ or ’dos’, waiters and cabbies would look at me like a deer caught in headlights. I guess I need to take some lessons.)
Okay, at this point of time, I was trying to see if she wanted something to drink. She said yes, I think, but then she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. So much for the drink. Once we get upstairs, we walk down a hallway and go into an empty room at the far end of the hall. Nothing too special, but the bed was a full/queen and the sheets looked clean. There was a table to put my watch, etc. and a stand to hold my clothes. We sit down on the bed and try to talk to each other. This is a comical attempt at futility as we get more and more frustrated. I think, “wait a second”. I spent that morning searching for Spanish phrases that might help in this situation. Simple things like, “How old are you, What is your name, you have pretty eyes”, etc. My advice is, after attempting this, don’t trust the internet when it comes to finding Spanish phrases. Essentially, what I got was literal translations of the questions in English. So, although I didn’t find out then, when I asked her how old she was, she looked at me like I was crazy. I couldn’t figure out why this question would drive that kind of reaction. However, once I got in contact with my friend later that day, I found out why. Instead of actually asking her what her age was, I asked literally, “Why is it that you are so old?” Needless to say, since she was only eighteen, it made it look like I was looking for someone a lot younger. Not good and not what I was trying to convey. I stopped asking questions at that point. My friend laughed at me for like 30 straight minutes when I told him this.
So, noticing my unwillingness to continue trying to talk, she asked for the money and then she motioned for me to undress and then she walked out of the room. I stripped down to my boxers and waited for her return. In a few minutes, she came back with a bowl of water and a hand towel. She took off my shorts and brought the bowl up to my crotch. She looked at me, smiled and pushed the bowl a little closer. I thought she wanted me to clean myself so I reached for the towel. At the sight of this, she let out a little laugh, but then motioned for me to hold on to the bowl. Ahhh, that makes more sense. So I grab the bowl and she proceeds to shine me up. Of course, I can only think that this water came from a similar source as in Connections, but since I couldn’t see it, I imagined it came from a running tap. Whatever makes you feel better, I say. So she finishes and grabs the bowl from me and sets it down on the table.
She points me towards the bed and I hop on and lay down on my back. She grabbed one of the condoms I had put on the table and tosses it on the bed next to me. She then takes off her clothes, which was a nice spaghetti strap blue shirt, jeans, and a black bra. She had a nice body. Of course, everyone’s interests are different, but I like a nice thin waist, firm butt and tits that are big enough that it takes the entire hand to grab them but not so big that your risking a sprained tongue trying to work them over. She fit the mold nicely.
She crawls up next to me and slides on the condom and begins giving me a nice controlled CBJ. I was hoping for the BBBJ, but it was still nice and I didn’t know how to ask her if that was even an option. She continues to stroke and suck it pretty deep for a few minutes. I am definitely enjoying this, but I also know that this isn‘t just what I came here to do. So, I give her nod that she can move on, and she straddles me and slowly slips my cock inside her. She takes it slow and gives out a little moan as it slides all the way in. She was actually fairly tight which impressed me. She rode me slowly for a little while and then started to pick up the tempo. I began thrusting back and we got into a good tempo. After a few minutes, I could tell she was getting a little spent, so I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back. I began driving into her missionary style and then slowly moved her legs up and back so her feet were over my shoulders. I leaned in and slowly pumped her from head to base, over and over, picking up the pace a little at a time until I was going full force. I was looking into her eyes and she was smiling and definitely perspiring. Her eyes would occasionally roll up and she would moan something in Spanish. I wish I knew what she said, but it sounded cool at the time. I decided to slow it down and give myself a little breather. I kissed her neck in several places and then slowly worked my way down south. Of course, I couldn’t neglect those supple breasts and so I spent a little time with them before making my final decent. Her pussy was pretty wet and tasted pretty good. I spent some quality time working her into a good frenzy before crawling back up and going back at it like a couple of zoo monkeys. At the point where there was around five minutes remaining, I had her go back to the CBJ. With almost perfect timing, I let loose with a week’s worth of pent up energy. I think it actually surprised her a little. I guess there was quite a bit to clean up, but that’s what the towels are there for. Good times. Wow. I should have come here straight from the airport. So we clean up, we both get dressed and say our goodbyes.
I walk downstairs by myself and walk by the bar and the girls with a big goofy smile on my face. I walk out the door and I’m instantly bathed in beautiful sunshine. I looked into the sky and realized my trip to El Salvador had finally begun.
Continued in Part IV...
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