09-14-2004, 01:34 PM
After reading so many excellent trip reports/posts on this forum, I figured I would return the favor and detail my first trip to the DR. So here goes nothing. Bear with me, I'm no writer...
A friend of mine travels to the DR two or three times a year and has done so for the past 5 years. Upon his return, he always spoke of its treasures and how I should come down and sample them. Being a too busy NYer, I kept putting off vacation time until a rather stressful breakup with a girlfriend prompted a ticket purchase to SDQ - two weeks before my departure date. At the time, I didn't know a single word in Spanish save "gracias" and "que pasa". My boy said, "don't worry. Your money speaks volumes..." OK...
A quick flight from Newark and he and I landed. The first thing that hit me was the heat and humidity. Whew!! I wasn't complaining, particularly after leaving a freezing rain drenched Manhattan 3 hours earlier. This drastic climate shift was a pleasant and much needed surprise.
As I walked to customs, I heard the soundtrack of Washington Heights - bachata - and sure enough to my left musicians were happily playing those colorless guitar riffs with all the gusto and spirit of children with new toys. I HATE bachata! Oh, but to my right... Three chicas seductively swayed to the beat while offering up shots of rum - at 11:30am! "Hola! Welcome to Santo Domingo!" Sweet. Let the vacation begin...
My friend has a time-share at the Hamaca Hilton where he had us booked for a two-bedroom suite from Friday to next Friday. Today was Thursday and we're booked at the Zapata for the night. We did a quick change of clothes and walked unto the beach where we immediately were surrounded by the locals! Five minutes later, I had 2 new necklaces, a pair of flip flops (Geez that sand is hot!), and a beer so cold ice chunks slowly melted down its sides. The beautiful chica at the beach bar by the hotel wrapped it in a white "skirt" and said its name was "Presidente". She enjoyed one with me and flashed me with her perfect smile yet again as she said "salute". Salute indeed!
Let me say this. I remember my first piece of ass (lousy and rushed). I recall my first apartment (small and expensive). And now I salute and will forever fondly reflect on the Commander in Chief of cervesas -(delicious and ice cold).
Later in the evening, we headed out again for dinner at this little restaurant called Italy Italy on Calle Duarte. My boy new the owners and most of the staff, who were very gracious to the new kid on the beach. I picked one sad eyed (and unfortunate) lobster from the tank and 30 minutes later, its aroma rose in front of me with lemon and butter sauce. I devoured it with yet another ice cold "Dominican free weight". Salute!
By 8:00pm I was ready for the nightlife! My boy left to be with his novia and I ventured out on my own to taste the essence of Boca Chica. For the entire day, my eyes were delighted with the sights of chicas with nice, fat asses and beautiful smiles - EVERYWHERE! I now knew first hand why my boy kept coming here. Yeah, you get a good tan and all, but you get a better fan.
"Hola papi" was the word of the day. And as a 100% hetero male, who generally speaking has no problemo with girls in NYC and Paris, I found myself literally telling some of the less than attractive ones "no gracias" when they started grabbing on my ass, nuts and anything else they could hold on to. You couldn't pay me to say that to a chick in NYC! But this ain't NYC.
This is Boca Chica. And chica with the big ol' ass with the skin-tight white spandex on and long gorgeous hair standing by the fence licking her lips with hunger in her eyes for me will definitely fit my lid. She'll work and her hunger will be fed. I walked her way. She met me half way. Before I could say "hola". She was stroking my bare chest saying, "oooh, me like...". Hey, what's good for the goose, right? So I grabbed a hand full of that onion and said, "me like more..." We walked back towards the Zapata, with barely another word spoken. After leaving her ID with the shotgun toting security guard, we were up in the room.
In the room with the full lights on, I realized, she wasn't as hot as I first imagined... The long hair? Weave. The fat ass? Cellulite City. Be that as it may, we fuckin'...
She took a quick shower and afterwards ran for the bed where I was busy making love to another El Presidente. She asked for a "preservatif" and I quickly produced one. Using only her mouth, she had it on me and down her throat in one easy head bob. It was less than sexy, but it was exotic! I was more turned on by her ass which hung high in the air and swayed back and forth as she moaned, licked and slurped with passion. She was enjoying it as well. One slip of my finger into her clean shaven chica box and she was already drenched. She stopped sucking and gasped, rolling her eyes and ass to my finger strokes in and out of her...
She glanced at me and in English said "Fuck me, Papi. Oooh, fuck me good Papiii!" Her words came out heavy and slow with each ending syllable accompanied by a sexy "smack" sound. "Fuck Meeee..." Her words turned me on, so I had to continue looking at her face while she said them.
I kneeled between her legs and gave her now pulsating kitty the once over while tapping her bulbous clit with my stick. Each tap produced another smack and "oooh, now Papi!" I grabbed her legs behind her knees with both hands and with one full thrust I was completely surrounded by her rather tight and wet goodness. Her nails went for my back and she let out a high-pitched whimper, as she arched her back and rolled her eyes back into her head.
"Ahi, papi. Ahi!!" I didn't know what that meant at the time she was saying it, but it sure sounded sexy... "Mas, papi. Si! Si! Papi. Ahiiiii!!" Her hands made their way up to and met behind my neck. She pulled me close to her and we kissed passionately. I looked down and saw that the bottom of the condom was covered in her juices. White and sticky. And hot! We both were sweating up a storm. And just when I thought it couldn't get any hotter....
Zooooom. Power Outage Numero Uno hit. I didn't know what the fuck was happening. So I stopped. Sweat dripping all on mami below me. "No problemo, papi". "No luz". What? She pointed to the light then reached over and attempted to cut it on. Great! I pulled out. Opened the balcony's sliding doors and flipped her ass over.
Taking two hands full of ass, I spread her wide and I could hear the air escape from her gorgeous pinkness as I did so. With that I pushed in again trying to go slowly at first. She would have none of that. Reaching behind with her right hand she grabbed my ass and forcefully pushed it against her ass, throwiong her head back and giving that whimper/squeal of hers room to escape her full lips. After maybe 10 minutes of this she whispered thru her passionate sighs, "I cum"!! "I cum now, papi!" I felt her powerful contractions gripping me, her shakes rising from her spine. Turning her head around and smiling - a look of lust all over her sweaty face - she bit her lip and lowered her knees to lie flat on the bed.
I don't think so!! I raised her ass back up and pressed her cheeks tightly around my dick. "Si. Papi. Si!" That was too much for me to hear. I flipped her over and kneeled by her face and thick boobs. While she kissed and licked my inner thighs and balls, I released several thick ropes over her face, tits and into her hair. She moaned and wriggled her hips in pleasure. With her fingers, she playfully removed the cum from her breasts until it snapped back. Finally she managed to keep enough on her fingers to place in her mouth. "Mmmmm" she moaned with an ending "smack".
She had a cigarette and I went on the balcony and watched a light rain hit the beach wishing the "luz" and more importantly, the A/C would return. I barely got through the wish before.... "Vroom!" Thank God. The power came back. In that room we all came una caliente noches en Boca Chica....
nycVu.
PART II: The Cosmos Girl.
Tomorrow.
A friend of mine travels to the DR two or three times a year and has done so for the past 5 years. Upon his return, he always spoke of its treasures and how I should come down and sample them. Being a too busy NYer, I kept putting off vacation time until a rather stressful breakup with a girlfriend prompted a ticket purchase to SDQ - two weeks before my departure date. At the time, I didn't know a single word in Spanish save "gracias" and "que pasa". My boy said, "don't worry. Your money speaks volumes..." OK...
A quick flight from Newark and he and I landed. The first thing that hit me was the heat and humidity. Whew!! I wasn't complaining, particularly after leaving a freezing rain drenched Manhattan 3 hours earlier. This drastic climate shift was a pleasant and much needed surprise.
As I walked to customs, I heard the soundtrack of Washington Heights - bachata - and sure enough to my left musicians were happily playing those colorless guitar riffs with all the gusto and spirit of children with new toys. I HATE bachata! Oh, but to my right... Three chicas seductively swayed to the beat while offering up shots of rum - at 11:30am! "Hola! Welcome to Santo Domingo!" Sweet. Let the vacation begin...
My friend has a time-share at the Hamaca Hilton where he had us booked for a two-bedroom suite from Friday to next Friday. Today was Thursday and we're booked at the Zapata for the night. We did a quick change of clothes and walked unto the beach where we immediately were surrounded by the locals! Five minutes later, I had 2 new necklaces, a pair of flip flops (Geez that sand is hot!), and a beer so cold ice chunks slowly melted down its sides. The beautiful chica at the beach bar by the hotel wrapped it in a white "skirt" and said its name was "Presidente". She enjoyed one with me and flashed me with her perfect smile yet again as she said "salute". Salute indeed!
Let me say this. I remember my first piece of ass (lousy and rushed). I recall my first apartment (small and expensive). And now I salute and will forever fondly reflect on the Commander in Chief of cervesas -(delicious and ice cold).
Later in the evening, we headed out again for dinner at this little restaurant called Italy Italy on Calle Duarte. My boy new the owners and most of the staff, who were very gracious to the new kid on the beach. I picked one sad eyed (and unfortunate) lobster from the tank and 30 minutes later, its aroma rose in front of me with lemon and butter sauce. I devoured it with yet another ice cold "Dominican free weight". Salute!
By 8:00pm I was ready for the nightlife! My boy left to be with his novia and I ventured out on my own to taste the essence of Boca Chica. For the entire day, my eyes were delighted with the sights of chicas with nice, fat asses and beautiful smiles - EVERYWHERE! I now knew first hand why my boy kept coming here. Yeah, you get a good tan and all, but you get a better fan.
"Hola papi" was the word of the day. And as a 100% hetero male, who generally speaking has no problemo with girls in NYC and Paris, I found myself literally telling some of the less than attractive ones "no gracias" when they started grabbing on my ass, nuts and anything else they could hold on to. You couldn't pay me to say that to a chick in NYC! But this ain't NYC.
This is Boca Chica. And chica with the big ol' ass with the skin-tight white spandex on and long gorgeous hair standing by the fence licking her lips with hunger in her eyes for me will definitely fit my lid. She'll work and her hunger will be fed. I walked her way. She met me half way. Before I could say "hola". She was stroking my bare chest saying, "oooh, me like...". Hey, what's good for the goose, right? So I grabbed a hand full of that onion and said, "me like more..." We walked back towards the Zapata, with barely another word spoken. After leaving her ID with the shotgun toting security guard, we were up in the room.
In the room with the full lights on, I realized, she wasn't as hot as I first imagined... The long hair? Weave. The fat ass? Cellulite City. Be that as it may, we fuckin'...
She took a quick shower and afterwards ran for the bed where I was busy making love to another El Presidente. She asked for a "preservatif" and I quickly produced one. Using only her mouth, she had it on me and down her throat in one easy head bob. It was less than sexy, but it was exotic! I was more turned on by her ass which hung high in the air and swayed back and forth as she moaned, licked and slurped with passion. She was enjoying it as well. One slip of my finger into her clean shaven chica box and she was already drenched. She stopped sucking and gasped, rolling her eyes and ass to my finger strokes in and out of her...
She glanced at me and in English said "Fuck me, Papi. Oooh, fuck me good Papiii!" Her words came out heavy and slow with each ending syllable accompanied by a sexy "smack" sound. "Fuck Meeee..." Her words turned me on, so I had to continue looking at her face while she said them.
I kneeled between her legs and gave her now pulsating kitty the once over while tapping her bulbous clit with my stick. Each tap produced another smack and "oooh, now Papi!" I grabbed her legs behind her knees with both hands and with one full thrust I was completely surrounded by her rather tight and wet goodness. Her nails went for my back and she let out a high-pitched whimper, as she arched her back and rolled her eyes back into her head.
"Ahi, papi. Ahi!!" I didn't know what that meant at the time she was saying it, but it sure sounded sexy... "Mas, papi. Si! Si! Papi. Ahiiiii!!" Her hands made their way up to and met behind my neck. She pulled me close to her and we kissed passionately. I looked down and saw that the bottom of the condom was covered in her juices. White and sticky. And hot! We both were sweating up a storm. And just when I thought it couldn't get any hotter....
Zooooom. Power Outage Numero Uno hit. I didn't know what the fuck was happening. So I stopped. Sweat dripping all on mami below me. "No problemo, papi". "No luz". What? She pointed to the light then reached over and attempted to cut it on. Great! I pulled out. Opened the balcony's sliding doors and flipped her ass over.
Taking two hands full of ass, I spread her wide and I could hear the air escape from her gorgeous pinkness as I did so. With that I pushed in again trying to go slowly at first. She would have none of that. Reaching behind with her right hand she grabbed my ass and forcefully pushed it against her ass, throwiong her head back and giving that whimper/squeal of hers room to escape her full lips. After maybe 10 minutes of this she whispered thru her passionate sighs, "I cum"!! "I cum now, papi!" I felt her powerful contractions gripping me, her shakes rising from her spine. Turning her head around and smiling - a look of lust all over her sweaty face - she bit her lip and lowered her knees to lie flat on the bed.
I don't think so!! I raised her ass back up and pressed her cheeks tightly around my dick. "Si. Papi. Si!" That was too much for me to hear. I flipped her over and kneeled by her face and thick boobs. While she kissed and licked my inner thighs and balls, I released several thick ropes over her face, tits and into her hair. She moaned and wriggled her hips in pleasure. With her fingers, she playfully removed the cum from her breasts until it snapped back. Finally she managed to keep enough on her fingers to place in her mouth. "Mmmmm" she moaned with an ending "smack".
She had a cigarette and I went on the balcony and watched a light rain hit the beach wishing the "luz" and more importantly, the A/C would return. I barely got through the wish before.... "Vroom!" Thank God. The power came back. In that room we all came una caliente noches en Boca Chica....
nycVu.
PART II: The Cosmos Girl.
Tomorrow.