Hotman 666
05-19-09, 11:08
I recently returned from a short trip to Buenos Aires and thought that my experiences might bring a smile to other forum members.
I had been out for a meal and on my way back to my hotel met a provider (who I had not seen before) and who looked as if she might fit my job specification. She was around 30, tall; rather slim, and had an amazing pair of fun bags.
So after a short discussion regarding remuneration we were on our way back to my nearby hotel,
As usual the night reception guy took a copy of her I. D. And wished me "a good night."
After a few kisses and cuddles I proceeded to unwrap my new present ready for some fun.
Imagine my disappointment when I found that although the chica was now very slim she had obviously at one time carried one hell of a lot of weight and had more stretch marks all over her body than I have ever seen before!
Both I (and Mr Happy) were both disappointed at this and despite the best attempts of the young lady neither I or Mr Happy were able to raise a great deal of enthusiasm.
So, to make the best of a bad job I asked her just for a massage and played with her fun bags, which although enhanced were certainly her best points (probably her only good points!
After one hour I paid her and she left leaving Mr. Happy hanging his head in disappointment at the lack of action.
Oh well, all was not lost, it was only around midnight and after a shower I was dressed and on my way to Café Madelaine.
After a refreshing glass of Chop I found a young blonde, who I had spoken to on a previous evening, who had good English, and who seemed more than willing to relieve Mr Happy's frustrations,
So, once again back to my hotel to book in chica No. 2.
Here I should admit that I am not in "the first flush of youth" being over 60 years old so imagine the look of surprise and astonishment on the face of the young guy on reception when I presented him with the 2nd Chica within 2 hours (No 2 being very young, very attractive and vivacious!
His expression was priceless and as the chica and I left reception for my room I told the receptionist, with a slight shrug of my (elderly) shoulders and in my very best Spanish "Soy Ingles!" and proceeded to give my new friend a little kiss as we walked to the lift.
In my room I explained to my young friend what had happened before and we both laughed about the possible frustration that the poor guy in reception must be feeling at that point.
That an old Gringo could "raise the enthusiasm" to take care of TWO ladies in such a short time must have left him thinking that perhaps old age was not so bad after all!
Chica No2 was VERY different from No1 (I try not to make the same mistake twice, especially on the same evening! And we got on very well together both in bed and afterwards in the Jacuzzi in my hotel room and it was around 05.30 before she finally left my hotel.
It was only then I realised that I was almost out of cigarettes so I threw on some clothes and proceeded down to reception to get some smokes from a nearby 24 Hr kiosk.
Guess what? Yes it was the same young guy on reception and the sight of me leaving the hotel (possibly for a 3rd chica of the evening) was all too much for him. He just did not quite know what to do or say (poor guy.
I must admit that although it would have been fun to bring back another chica, just to see his expression, I did calm him down a bit by telling him "No no Senor, Solo for cigarillos!
Oh the joys of Buenos Aires. I hope that I will be back soon.
Hotman.
I had been out for a meal and on my way back to my hotel met a provider (who I had not seen before) and who looked as if she might fit my job specification. She was around 30, tall; rather slim, and had an amazing pair of fun bags.
So after a short discussion regarding remuneration we were on our way back to my nearby hotel,
As usual the night reception guy took a copy of her I. D. And wished me "a good night."
After a few kisses and cuddles I proceeded to unwrap my new present ready for some fun.
Imagine my disappointment when I found that although the chica was now very slim she had obviously at one time carried one hell of a lot of weight and had more stretch marks all over her body than I have ever seen before!
Both I (and Mr Happy) were both disappointed at this and despite the best attempts of the young lady neither I or Mr Happy were able to raise a great deal of enthusiasm.
So, to make the best of a bad job I asked her just for a massage and played with her fun bags, which although enhanced were certainly her best points (probably her only good points!
After one hour I paid her and she left leaving Mr. Happy hanging his head in disappointment at the lack of action.
Oh well, all was not lost, it was only around midnight and after a shower I was dressed and on my way to Café Madelaine.
After a refreshing glass of Chop I found a young blonde, who I had spoken to on a previous evening, who had good English, and who seemed more than willing to relieve Mr Happy's frustrations,
So, once again back to my hotel to book in chica No. 2.
Here I should admit that I am not in "the first flush of youth" being over 60 years old so imagine the look of surprise and astonishment on the face of the young guy on reception when I presented him with the 2nd Chica within 2 hours (No 2 being very young, very attractive and vivacious!
His expression was priceless and as the chica and I left reception for my room I told the receptionist, with a slight shrug of my (elderly) shoulders and in my very best Spanish "Soy Ingles!" and proceeded to give my new friend a little kiss as we walked to the lift.
In my room I explained to my young friend what had happened before and we both laughed about the possible frustration that the poor guy in reception must be feeling at that point.
That an old Gringo could "raise the enthusiasm" to take care of TWO ladies in such a short time must have left him thinking that perhaps old age was not so bad after all!
Chica No2 was VERY different from No1 (I try not to make the same mistake twice, especially on the same evening! And we got on very well together both in bed and afterwards in the Jacuzzi in my hotel room and it was around 05.30 before she finally left my hotel.
It was only then I realised that I was almost out of cigarettes so I threw on some clothes and proceeded down to reception to get some smokes from a nearby 24 Hr kiosk.
Guess what? Yes it was the same young guy on reception and the sight of me leaving the hotel (possibly for a 3rd chica of the evening) was all too much for him. He just did not quite know what to do or say (poor guy.
I must admit that although it would have been fun to bring back another chica, just to see his expression, I did calm him down a bit by telling him "No no Senor, Solo for cigarillos!
Oh the joys of Buenos Aires. I hope that I will be back soon.
Hotman.