Anyway, after a couple of minutes one thing became clear to me: I wanted Y again!! I took her with me to the CG, had a drink and things became clear, I stayed with her for my last few days on the Island, which turned out to be a very good Idea. We had a lot of really good fun, everything just slotted into place, and she satisfied all my needs. What sort of highlights had I had with women in Santiago, to be quite truthful, forget it.

The reunion party was quite nice.

Down the Palada again during the evening. Bye the way, the address is:

Colonial Rent Rooms
Bartolome Masso (San Basilio)
No. 125 e/ Padre Pico y t. Rey
(53-226) 62 2538

It’s possible to get a room there, but is not all that recommendable because it is very close to the outdoor restaurant.

I like my hens very crispy, tarted up and nothing underneath. I like it when they show me their pussy on demand, not mattering where we are at that moment. In the taxi, in the Paladar, everywhere, had to get changed again in the Casa…

During the last evening in the Casa I had a bit more stress with her. I can’t remember what the reason was, but she was getting a bit bitchy, I told her to piss off, she had asked for it anyway. Only as the situation was becoming a little serious (she was standing in the entrance with her handbag), she decided to change her mind. Suddenly she was just as she used to be. I let her get down on her knees and give me a blowjob. When I am feeling good, I sometimes have the habit of really stretching myself, reaching the full extent when lying in bed. Now with me being in my room, and with her on her knees in front of me, I felt pretty good.

I stretched myself up to the ceiling, supported myself on her. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that the ceiling fan was on full blast, there was quite an impact. At first I wasn’t sure whether my finger was just broken or had actually been chopped off, it turned out that it wasn’t that bad at all, there was only a tiny bit of skin missing. A quick plaster then back to the programme…

Back down to the Rapido, had a pizza. Wasn’t that simple for her to climb onto the bike without a pair of knickers on, but she did seem to enjoy it.

The final evening, load of crap again, but was unavoidable, he came, Carlos was really getting on my wick, he seemed to think that I wanted a fucked up final evening up with his presence. Those who are freshly in love should be left alone, is that not right? I had to more or less make it clear to him that he wasn’t wanted, but it was his own fault. Y and I went down to the “300” actually I liked this place best. Well cooled, nobody chats you up, friendly service, mainly live music (no band), now and again some woman sings.

Entrance fee is one dollar, drinks are a dollar each as well, the drinks we had anyway: Beer, refrescos, coctails. Y is not very easy to please, I had to let her know what is what again, you can see her on the first picture crying. I fear it wasn’t the pains of saying farewell. For some reason or other, she started whining loudly as we were outside on the street. I let her know that I didn’t like that sort of thing. After a few minutes, everything was all right again. Woe be those who let the hens get their own way all the time.

She really got going in the taxi. Have I already told you that she gave me a blowjob in the hire car on the way to the beach (Mariachi and the Baron were sat in the front, we were in the back)? Even got my end away quickly, was quite nice. But now we were in great form. A little bit pissed, and in a good mood. God, did she make me feel horny with her shaved twat. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself, was always groping around – and now in the taxi with nothing on underneath, she got my thing out and started to blow.

The taxi driver pretended that he hadn’t realised what was going on. Both the rear windows are wound down. Now she made things come true, with a sly smile, she pulled her latex mini up and got on top! The taxi driver (illegal taxi) pretends to be bored. I watched him for a while, it seemed to me that he really didn’t take a look in the mirror. After a few minutes she wound the windows up, the taxi driver became the order to drive around for a while, great! It took about ten minutes. Instead of the two bucks agreed upon, I gave the taxi driver four. One cannot complain.

In the Casa, as horny as we were, things really got going. I love her…

To finish off with, I gave her the works back in the Casa, we had discussed for a long time now where the final shot should land… Guess where )) Here a few pics for the hard core group, Y did well here, or what do you think?

This is how I got to know “my” Negra. I was sitting in Casa Granda together with Carlos; suddenly it started to chuck it down. A few people who had been having a bite to eat in the square and a few passers by took shelter under the CG, directly beneath the terrace, that’s when I noticed her. Had been discussing things with Carlos for some time about which one would be Ok for me. Then I said, “Wow, her over there!!” She was just crossing the road with a group of other hens. Carlos made it quite clear what he wanted, he champed with pointed lips loudly which is quite normal for Cuba, clicked his tongue such as dog owners do in Germany. In addition to this, he made an audible Kssss…. Kssss!! This at first I found embarrassing, but everyone else around us seemed to find it quite normal. One of the hens looked up, it was the wrong one, Carlos then just pointed his finger at her.

He nipped down stairs, three minutes later she was sat at my table! Let’s call her Y. Maybe we will encounter her a few times…. She didn’t speak a word of English, which meant that Carlos had to do the translating work. She was obviously, which was to be confirmed later on, not a “professional”. Carlos had seen her with a tourist before, but she hadn’t been sitting down the Cespedes on the game. She was 21 years of age, I had guessed, like all other chicas, that she was older. As an old Asian, one is a bit spoilt. I was wanting her already, at first she was a little shy.

The next day, two hardened lads arrived from the Dominican Republic!!! We didn’t know each other personally; we only knew each other from telephone calls and E- mails. I must say, I had made a good choice  ;-)  couldn’t have been any better at all… El Mariachi and Le Baron got down to work straight away.

They showed a Cuba newbie the ropes!! First of all, I had a bit of learning to do:

“This is Cuba, everything is possible!” 

Ok, amongst ourselves, I had heard the saying or somewhat similar before…

Down to the CG in the afternoon, sipped a Mojito and talked. Didn’t take any time at all before the two of them started chatting up a load of hens and made arrangements for one or the other date. During the evening we went down the “Tres Cientos” (“300”). I took a few stylish photos with my camera. The sex tourist is an aesthete.

Mariachi and I now stopped in the house in the city, the Baron down at Pedro’s. During the next few days, we took a taxi down to the beach and painted the area red. No skirt was safe when the two young greenhorns were about. I of course, was spoken for.

“The great Grubert stayed caught up with his first spouse!”

I had to listen to a comment or two, but good sex with a good hen was more important to me than going hunting. That’s what it’s always like with me. Mariachi speaks quite good Spanish, the Baron nearly perfecto! Both of them really got stuck in…