greydread
01-22-2008, 06:44 PM
I posted the report of my arrival flight in another section because it touched on a whole ‘nother topic entirely and I didn’t think that it was appropriate for the trip report. This trip was a last minute spur of the moment “If I don’t decompress I’m going to kill something” deal. I booked 3 weeks ago and I knew I’d be moving a step slow when I got here so keep the expectations low.
I got in on Saturday afternoon and checked in after a way too expensive taxi ride from the airport (up 30% from November). We had our customary 20 minutes of hugs and kisses from the staff here and settled into a couple of ice cold Presidentes while our bodies acclimated to the 50 degree temperature shift and the sudden presence of sunlight. One of my road dogs got wifed up with his novia right off the bat so the other guy and I went out to see the sights. We got into Lapsus at midnight and settled into our perch to enjoy the “show”. My buddy hooked up with one of the Chicas there but the force was not strong there for any Chica in particular so we stopped over to the Girl House at around 1:30. I was drinking club sodas because I’d had a long day and had no desire to be both fatigued and drunk. It’s a bad combination. After a couple conversations with some of the new talent I realized that I’d hit the wall and having no desire to buy some punani to fall asleep in We returned to the resort. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I woke up 9 hours later. I hadn’t slept 9 hours straight in decades. So the decompression was on. It was now Sunday afternoon and it’s Championship weekend so we made plans to watch the games. We went to Eagle Sports bar, put a few tables together in front of the big screen and began our celebration. I asked for Fox Sports and spent the next 30 minutes in absolute amazement as 3 different guys went to work at turning the TV on. Finally they got the manager, he called the guy who knew how to accomplish this monumental task (I guess it was his day off) and they got the thing working. Happy days….until the band showed up and started setting up and tuning in all around us. It seems we were sitting in the general area that the drummer usually inhabits. We then asked for our food order to go and we all headed for the “kool aid room” back at the resort (the closest guy with a first floor terrace is the designated host of the “kool aid room” on every trip) to finish our food & drink and watch the first half of game #1.
Two of the guys had more interest in the Chicas than the game :confused: so Big Money Sonny and I left them and the hos for Champions at the Jaragua. There we met another buddy from the DC area who was staying at the Jaragua with his wife (real wife):cheesygrin: . They shared their previous night’s adventure and it was a classic as she told it. About 5 minutes after my wingman and I left Lapsus for the Girl House on Saturday they had arrived there. They ended up getting 3 putas and taking them to a cabana for a romp to celebrate the Mrs.’ Birthday untilsun up. That’s what I call a birthday present. At the end of the game Big Money Sonny went back to his novia’s, our buddy’s wife turned in and I took her hubby by the Girl House because he’d never been and also I’d forgotten to pay my bar tab there the night before.
On the walk from Jaragua we passed many Chicas at the bus stops, in front of bodegas, etc. and one of the Chicas happened to be one of his trio from the night before. She was at the bus stop with her amiga to whom she introduced us. We got a conversation going and girlfriend was looking kind of good. She was dressed a little conservatively and with her glasses on she has a librarian look to her but she had a cute face and her figure held promise. I wasn’t pressed though and I told her I had to take care of my business at the club and I’d meet her there later. We went into Girl House and I went straight to the bar man to make him good to which he responded with a wave off and brought me, my buddy and his puta drinks. I guess I’ve been there a lot. After a few conversations I stepped next door to Sky High to say hello there and ran into “itty bitty titty” whom I'd met at Girl House during the November trip. She’d gotten an upgrade to her hair, nails, clothes, etc. and she’s now saving up for some big fake titties. To tell you the truth I liked her when she was a plain and simple country girl. She wanted to try a ting but I told her I was tired and would make a later date, said my goodbyes and left to return next door. The "librarian was waiting patiently outside and looking better all the time so I figured I’d start the negotiation since I had so many irons in the fire. First I checked her cedula. She was 23 and had an even uglier pair of birth control spectacles on in the picture, making me fight back a snicker. In about 45 seconds of negotiations using cell phone calculators we agreed at RD $1500 for three hours. I threw in RD $300 for the return taxi and she was happy. We went back into the club, said our goodbyes and were off to my place.
We got into the apartment and I poured her a cerveza and asked if she wanted anything to eat which she declined she dutifully took a sip of the cerveza, explaining that she doesn’t like alcohol. She excused herself and went straight to the shower. When she came out, fell out of the towel and took off her glasses I was very happy with what she’d been hiding all this time. If I’d know she was working with all that T&A I’d have spent more money. This Chica looked more Puerto Rican than Dominican but she swore she was 100% Dominicana. Personally I think someone was taking canoe trips behind the woodpile. I showered and she got busy right away, covering me in mid bj with a condom which was already in her mouth..:lol: Her cbj was so sweet that I didn’t even bother to protest. This bitch got skills so I let her continue and I swear I had to keep checking to make sure this was really a cbj. She was great all around except for the fact that after her very juicy and very loud nut :eek: she was pressing for mine. I stopped, grabbed my watch and pointed to where the hands go when my time is up. She then dutifully got on all fours while I took my rightful place in her life. She basically was all in for whatever I felt like doing and her in bed attitude was exemplary.
She was so good (maybe I was so tired) that I let her have the last half hour off so she could get her nina at a reasonable hour. I listened as her Mama blasted her out over the cellular for not getting in on time but I’ll bet Mama was OK with it once she got broke off.
This Chica was of better quality and temperament than most of the casa putas I’ve known here and no middle men translates into more buying power. I’m thinking of getting her and her friend over for the price of one "on duty" casa ho before I leave. In the meantime I’m making the rounds of old friends and novias so I hope there’s time to squeeze them all in or I may need to book a make up trip for next month out of guilt .
I got in on Saturday afternoon and checked in after a way too expensive taxi ride from the airport (up 30% from November). We had our customary 20 minutes of hugs and kisses from the staff here and settled into a couple of ice cold Presidentes while our bodies acclimated to the 50 degree temperature shift and the sudden presence of sunlight. One of my road dogs got wifed up with his novia right off the bat so the other guy and I went out to see the sights. We got into Lapsus at midnight and settled into our perch to enjoy the “show”. My buddy hooked up with one of the Chicas there but the force was not strong there for any Chica in particular so we stopped over to the Girl House at around 1:30. I was drinking club sodas because I’d had a long day and had no desire to be both fatigued and drunk. It’s a bad combination. After a couple conversations with some of the new talent I realized that I’d hit the wall and having no desire to buy some punani to fall asleep in We returned to the resort. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I woke up 9 hours later. I hadn’t slept 9 hours straight in decades. So the decompression was on. It was now Sunday afternoon and it’s Championship weekend so we made plans to watch the games. We went to Eagle Sports bar, put a few tables together in front of the big screen and began our celebration. I asked for Fox Sports and spent the next 30 minutes in absolute amazement as 3 different guys went to work at turning the TV on. Finally they got the manager, he called the guy who knew how to accomplish this monumental task (I guess it was his day off) and they got the thing working. Happy days….until the band showed up and started setting up and tuning in all around us. It seems we were sitting in the general area that the drummer usually inhabits. We then asked for our food order to go and we all headed for the “kool aid room” back at the resort (the closest guy with a first floor terrace is the designated host of the “kool aid room” on every trip) to finish our food & drink and watch the first half of game #1.
Two of the guys had more interest in the Chicas than the game :confused: so Big Money Sonny and I left them and the hos for Champions at the Jaragua. There we met another buddy from the DC area who was staying at the Jaragua with his wife (real wife):cheesygrin: . They shared their previous night’s adventure and it was a classic as she told it. About 5 minutes after my wingman and I left Lapsus for the Girl House on Saturday they had arrived there. They ended up getting 3 putas and taking them to a cabana for a romp to celebrate the Mrs.’ Birthday untilsun up. That’s what I call a birthday present. At the end of the game Big Money Sonny went back to his novia’s, our buddy’s wife turned in and I took her hubby by the Girl House because he’d never been and also I’d forgotten to pay my bar tab there the night before.
On the walk from Jaragua we passed many Chicas at the bus stops, in front of bodegas, etc. and one of the Chicas happened to be one of his trio from the night before. She was at the bus stop with her amiga to whom she introduced us. We got a conversation going and girlfriend was looking kind of good. She was dressed a little conservatively and with her glasses on she has a librarian look to her but she had a cute face and her figure held promise. I wasn’t pressed though and I told her I had to take care of my business at the club and I’d meet her there later. We went into Girl House and I went straight to the bar man to make him good to which he responded with a wave off and brought me, my buddy and his puta drinks. I guess I’ve been there a lot. After a few conversations I stepped next door to Sky High to say hello there and ran into “itty bitty titty” whom I'd met at Girl House during the November trip. She’d gotten an upgrade to her hair, nails, clothes, etc. and she’s now saving up for some big fake titties. To tell you the truth I liked her when she was a plain and simple country girl. She wanted to try a ting but I told her I was tired and would make a later date, said my goodbyes and left to return next door. The "librarian was waiting patiently outside and looking better all the time so I figured I’d start the negotiation since I had so many irons in the fire. First I checked her cedula. She was 23 and had an even uglier pair of birth control spectacles on in the picture, making me fight back a snicker. In about 45 seconds of negotiations using cell phone calculators we agreed at RD $1500 for three hours. I threw in RD $300 for the return taxi and she was happy. We went back into the club, said our goodbyes and were off to my place.
We got into the apartment and I poured her a cerveza and asked if she wanted anything to eat which she declined she dutifully took a sip of the cerveza, explaining that she doesn’t like alcohol. She excused herself and went straight to the shower. When she came out, fell out of the towel and took off her glasses I was very happy with what she’d been hiding all this time. If I’d know she was working with all that T&A I’d have spent more money. This Chica looked more Puerto Rican than Dominican but she swore she was 100% Dominicana. Personally I think someone was taking canoe trips behind the woodpile. I showered and she got busy right away, covering me in mid bj with a condom which was already in her mouth..:lol: Her cbj was so sweet that I didn’t even bother to protest. This bitch got skills so I let her continue and I swear I had to keep checking to make sure this was really a cbj. She was great all around except for the fact that after her very juicy and very loud nut :eek: she was pressing for mine. I stopped, grabbed my watch and pointed to where the hands go when my time is up. She then dutifully got on all fours while I took my rightful place in her life. She basically was all in for whatever I felt like doing and her in bed attitude was exemplary.
She was so good (maybe I was so tired) that I let her have the last half hour off so she could get her nina at a reasonable hour. I listened as her Mama blasted her out over the cellular for not getting in on time but I’ll bet Mama was OK with it once she got broke off.
This Chica was of better quality and temperament than most of the casa putas I’ve known here and no middle men translates into more buying power. I’m thinking of getting her and her friend over for the price of one "on duty" casa ho before I leave. In the meantime I’m making the rounds of old friends and novias so I hope there’s time to squeeze them all in or I may need to book a make up trip for next month out of guilt .