The Bangover Diaries: The Oreo Girls
For our second day in San Jose, Alfredo and I took a scenic trip to the Irazu volcano in the mountains, a few hours’ drive, and a world away. It was a scenic drive thru the clouds and above, and strongly recommended, but one should dress warmly, because it can be quite chilly at the top. We have photos of us in a spectacular setting that strongly resembles looking down from the top of the world, atop the mirador (lookout point) with a volcanic lake, clouds and other mountain peaks far below.
We arrived back at the hotel in late afternoon, and went upstairs for a few hours of rest and a shower, and then dinner at the hotel restaurant before hitting the Del Rey again.
That second night in the Blue Marlin was a subtly different one from the night before; having been exposed to the debauchery and yet left somewhat unsatisfied, I was determined to make the night a memorable one, and when I met my lovely young model from the night before, she had a stacked and well-proportioned friend who we will refer to as Buxom Black with her.
On a whim, I asked if we might do a threesome; their shared and enthusiastic smiles in the affirmative, we left rather early, leaving Alfredo again at the bar as we took a taxi back to the hotel.
On the way, my adrenaline level was at an all-time high as the model and I made out passionately in the back seat, she on my right as meanwhile Buxom Black sat on my left and looked straight ahead, behind the driver, and slyly slid her right hand over and gently stroked my manhood. In response, I joyfully contorted my body in order to continue sucking face with the model whilst messaging her inner thigh on my right, and massaging Buxom Black’s inner thigh (but with nary a glance her way) on my left.
At that moment I coined a new phrase, hot pinkie; and defined it as the act of sitting between two women and having a thigh in each hand whilst both pinkies rest against the warmth of each women’s crotch at the same time; I further defined doing so with no barriers between them as “Hot Stinky Pinky”, in honor of my Cousin K; It’s strange how such things go thru one’s mind in moment’s such as this; “This is going to be a night to remember” thinks I, and so it was.
Hell, the ride in the taxi was almost as fun as the actual ride still to come (no pun intended)
I remember the registration desk attendant checking their ID’s, (always required at any respectable establishment) The look on his face told me he obviously knew what lay ahead for me (no pun intended) and I cared not a whit who else noticed.
Once again, the anonymity freed me from giving a damn about the judgement of strangers, which included a large party of (presumably) Americans in the lobby restaurant who saw me arrive, check in and proceed thru the lobby with Buxom Black and the model, making a beeline for the elevator.
As we went to the room, we ran into another younger American fellow in the elevator who, as it turned out, was from the next room over. He gave me an envious look, and once inside, he probably had a glass to the wall listening to the action as the three of us quickly got naked (The model had on sexy purple silk Bra and Panties, bless her)
We went in the shower for a quick wash down, and a quick OREO sandwich as I went behind buxom black, pulling her to me with a nice reach around to her large breasts, and my model snuggled behind me, grabbing my jaw and turning it half-round to her tongue sticking out, which I met with mine.
After washing each other off, the real fun began as they both went on their knees next to the bed, taking turns sucking my cock, and I enjoying both a direct view, and the view from behind, from the mirrored closet door. Buxom Black took her turn first as the model fingered herself with one hand, the other hand grasping my inner thigh as she was looked at the scene with wide-eyed wonder and bit her tongue, and when it was her turn, she took her hand from my thigh and stroked sausage with it as she looked up at me, then soon I saw the sight of my cock fucking her beautiful face, and her hand fingering herself below.
Soon she took her middle finger from her pussy and reached up to put it in my mouth as I eagerly took it; it was a sweet taste indeed and a sight to behold, let me tell you; and certainly the highlight of the trip, tasting her as she tasted me, and she more than made up for Buxom Black’s relative lack of enthusiasm.
Seeing the buxom one needed more attention, I soon beckoned her up from her knees to lay down on the bed, and straddled over her, placing my cock between those lovely breasts. After a few minutes of tit-fucking and stroking, soon she was rewarded with a large pearl necklace between them, and I remember her smile looking up, which was no doubt met with mine, and the model cheering us on the sidelines.
I don’t recall a rest (or putting on a condom either, for that matter), but I must have had a brief one before my model broke herself down like a shotgun, lying half on the bed and her perfect little ass standing before me on the edge, offering me entry from behind, which I quickly took as her friend spread the pearl drops all over her left breast with one hand, and fingered her pussy with her other.
After a few minutes of this, I staged them both on the bed and took turns with them doggie style, again enjoying the scene with mirror and actual views, and feeling like a king the entire time.
After a couple of other positions, my little model insisted that I cap her perky little mountains as well, and although her breasts were firm, they were not pearl-necklace worthy until I lent a hand and managed to accommodate her wishes, to her obvious satisfaction and mine, noticing how she had grabbed her knees and spread her legs to their widest in anticipation of same; and so I proceeded to spread the wealth on both her nipples as her friend watched with a half grin next to us on the other side of the bed.
After making such a show of spraying my seed all over the shop, it was time for a rest.
After our agreed-upon donation and a little cab money, soon the girls left, telling me they’d see me back at the bar, but damned if I didn’t hear them knocking on the next door down offering an encore performance for the lad we’d met in the hallway a half hour earlier; This was confirmed later at the bar when I briefly chatted with them, and I recall how Buxom Black seemed quite impressed at their combined hourly earnings.
To be honest, it was almost as much fun going back to the bar and telling Alfredo about my adventure as it was living it, and although I kept my eyes open for another lass who gave me the tingle, I was pretty much spent for the evening, and spent the time chatting with Alfredo and the girls, drinking beer and calmly and contentedly observing the merriment for the rest of the evening.
When Alfredo decided to retire with his girl, we three took a taxi back to the hotel, and I remember the look on the face of the reservations clerk who’d checked me in earlier with Buxom Black and the model; He probably thought we were going to tag-team the lass, and I just gave him a villainous smile as he checked her ID, and let him wonder what was going to come next (no pun intended)
I was to see Buxom Black and the model again the next night, as well as on several occasions over the years at the Blue Marlin, over the course of which the model must have added 20 pounds or so, her buxom friend 5 or 10. It was always a reminder of my first trip to San Jose, and I confess I’ve often wondered what my model would have been like one-on-one….Pity I never took the opportunity.
It’s also a reminder of how addictive the scene can be for the girls as well as the men; for women, easy money, for men, easy sex. Come to think of it, that this could easily summarize the appeal of the game in one phrase.
Our final night in San Jose had me satisfied with my fill of brown sugar for the time being, and on the lookout for a pretty young latina. Having failed to find my blue-eyed tica from the first night, I found another quiet one with long curly brown hair and brown eyes.
Alfredo was with his girl from the previous night, and so we had a few drinks at a couple of bars, and went in for the evening, having a drink in Alfredo’s room before we said good night and went to my room a couple of doors down.
I’d engaged her for the entire night, but my recollection is that she was rather dull and unenthusiastic, (although she was a sport when it came to face-fucking) which only reinforces the importance, dear reader, of the interview process.
As with any woman, a feeling of mutual attraction improves the experience by magnitudes; and a personal connection, even if by brief acquaintance, is better than none. But she and I had nothing but a brief flame of attraction on my part, and she left a couple of hours later with nary a protest, nor una propena (tip) from me.
It’s not that she was unpleasant in any way. But her lack of enthusiasm contrasted so completely from my experience the night before that It was indeed a let-down, and I found myself wishing I had opted for a solo session with the model instead; But equally strong was my need for variety, and so I’d ruled out what was probably a sure thing early on, to my later regret.
Upon my return to Miami and real life, I found myself having a totally different perspective of the economics of sex, and this seemed to bode ill for my relationship with Claudette, who had always impressed me as a young girl who was attracted to older men more out of economics than true animal attraction, and thus, not too much different that the girls of San Jose.
We had an argument on our first date after my return, which turned out to be our last, and as she got out of my car at her place, she made certain to take with her the wooden, Heart-Shaped jewelry box I brought back for her; in my previous experiences, I’d have expected that most women would have left it behind, or even thrown it at me, but she made sure she took it, and I’d wager she still has it.
As for myself, Costa Rica is a place I’ve returned to many times since, primarily the Pacific Coast, but occasionally San Jose, and not just for sex tourism, but because it’s simply a great place to go. (Not to mention dental work that is less than half the cost in the US, and every bit as good)
It’s a (relatively) affordable mountainous, oceanfront tropical paradise where I always know I’m on vacation, with great food, great fishing, stunning scenery and beautiful people.
For a true get-away, It simply can’t be beat. And of course, plenty of adult entertainment is available for those who know where to look……
