Sauna in Peru
I got really drunk Friday night and woke up horribly hung over. My penis was so hard it hurt. I loaded up some internet porn and relieved myself. I spent a few hours editing the previous post, Pooping and Machu Picchu. When I was done, I needed porn again. I made the rounds through black, asian, latina and realized I didn’t want to masturbate to internet porn. I needed sex.
So around 1pm, I went to a sauna in the Jose Luis Bustamante area. You pay 10 soles to enter ($3 USD). They offered sandals, but I was already wearing mine. I passed into a locker room and stripped down to my swimming trunks and sandals. I passed the locker room into the bathhouse of tiled, white floors with tables and benches. Four showers. A steam room (camara de vapor). A sauna (camara seca). A TV room showing South American soccer. They sell beer, water, juice, and soda. And there are putas in bikinis selling massages. I ordered a beer and alternated between the steam room, sauna, and showers.
There was only one puta working. She was hot enough. Very brown. Kind of thick. Seemingly bored. A few other guys were lounging around, not interested. I hung around drinking beer for about an hour just to see if any other girls were working. It seemed there was only one. She asked me if I wanted a massage. I did. She led me to a staircase, and a small room and closed the door. The room featured a shelf with a bottle of lotion and a tall, padded bench. I paid her 60 soles ($18.63). She asked me if I knew what a massage was. I told her I did as I dropped my shorts. We got started. She asked me if I like latinas. Yes I do!
I finished and went back to the bathhouse area. I ordered another beer. I wanted to hang out in the sauna and steam room some more. That’s when I saw a different puta. Really cute. Fair complexion, cute face, dark hair. Really young. She was wearing a Brazilian-style thong to show off her shapely butt cheeks. I went into the sauna. She left the guy she was talking to and bee-lined to the sauna. She sat across from me in the dry heat. We were alone.
She had an embarrassed smile while we talked. I’m 29. She’s 20. I’m Colin. Her name’s Fiorella. She asked me if I exercise while touching the lower cleavage between her breasts while looking at me. The tension in the air was too much.
She said she saw me come back from the massage room with the other girl. It’s true. But I might want another massage. In fact, I was already sold. I just needed time for the juices to start flowing again. Another guy came into the room. Then the the first puta came in and sat next to me. Then another guy came in. Now it was a crowd. I was almost drunk again and started clowning, telling jokes and such. Fiorella laughed loudest. I left the room for another beer. When I came back to the bathhouse area, I felt a pinch on my butt. I turned around to see this young puta, Fiorella, giggling.
I noticed WWE wrestling was on in the TV room. I sat down front-and-center with my beer. I watched a match in which some guy I didn’t know beat another guy I didn’t know, to the crowd’s dismay. I have a soft spot for wrestling. I kept drinking.
I was drunk at this point. I started talking to the other guys in the place, which seemed like a taboo (talking to other guys in a brothel). But I was funny so they humored me. In the steam room, they place pounds of leaves over the steamer to create a pleasant smell. Aromatherapy. I don’t remember what the leaf is called.
I looked for my young honey. Because there were so many guys at that hour (4 – 5pm), she was busy. I watched her come back with an old, gross guy. We made eye contact and she winked. But she had somebody else in line. She went back to that same room with the next paying customer. She was busy from the moment she pinched my butt until now. It didn’t bother me. I waited for at least an hour drinking and drinking. It was finally my turn.
She sat next to me and asked if I wanted a massage. I said I did but I can wait until she is ready. I offered her some beer. She drank a short glass and said she’s ready. We went to that same room I was in just a couple hours ago.
I paid her and said that I don’t know if I’m ready to have sex but I just wanted to meet her again. I told her I wanted to hang out with her outside of this place – if she wanted. I told her I live in Cayma. She said that sounds cool. How can she get a hold of me? My phone got cut off. Can I call her? She said she doesn’t have a phone. Well I guess we won’t be hanging out. With her eyes down there, she said she wants to see me with my shorts off. I took them off and reiterated that we don’t have to have sex if she doesn’t want to. She grabbed it underhand with a facial expression of a kid with a new toy.
We started doing it. She was so adorable sucking her thumb during doggystyle. I didn’t finish by the time there was a knock on the door.
I’ll miss that girl. I got dressed and headed out. My drunken judgement was acting on my plans from before going to the sauna. I called Rosa. She sent me an email earlier that week (I ran into her a few times in the last two weeks and told her I was moving to Colombia. She sent me an email saying she would like to ‘talk’ before I leave). She agreed for a date around 10pm. Still drunk, I sprinted through a shower and over to Carlos’ place to drop off some work documents. Then I ran downtown to meet Rosa.
It seemed like Rosa wanted more than talk. We went to Istanbul for a drink. I drank juice and she drank scotch. I was almost nodding off at the table because of how drunk I got at the sauna. I told her I was tired from working so hard with Carlos on our new business. She believed me. She asked me how long it had been since I’d been with somebody. Three hours? I told her a month. I told her about the chibola. She said she hadn’t been with somebody since January. I told her I bought a DVD on my way downtown. The Wrestler starring Mickey Rourke and Marisa Tomei (remember my aforementioned soft spot). Would she like to watch it at my apartment? She would.
We made it a few minutes into the film before making out and petting. We did it. I couldn’t do it very good. I told her I was really tired from working all day. She believed me. We slept until she went home around 2am. We met for ceviche the next day. Afterwords, we did it again – better.
At the end of the weekend, it didn’t hurt anymore.
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