The last time I was in Acapulco I told my novia I would come back to visit her during her birthday. I kept good on my word. The lat time I went I recall arriving in Mexico City and passing through Immigration, picking up my luggage, going through Customs, and then re-checking my baggage and checking in for the remainder of the flight to Acapulco. That was not the case on this trip. My buddy and I arrived in Mexico City and went to baggage claim to claim our luggage. We waited and waited and waited. I tried to get some help from some bitch with a nasty attitude who finally informed me that she did not work for Delta, the airline I was flying. When it finally became apparent that we were going to miss our flight to Aca, we went to the Delta desk and had to be rescheduled on a later flight. We were assured that our luggage would be waiting in Aca when we arrived. It felt like I was being told “I love you” by some whore. Sure enough, when we arrived in Aca, we were told that the plane that we were originally supposed to take off on from Mexico City never departed because of mechanical problems. So, our luggage would have to be brought to our hotel the next day. Son of a bitch!! We had to go shopping now, and I ended up dropping several hundred dollars within the first couple of hours of arriving in Aca. There’s a particular type of clothing brand that I like called Tommy Bahama’s, hence the cost. Our luggage did arrive the next day with, of course, a few items missing and the suitcase opened and taped together.

In any event, we settled in at the Fiesta Americana, located in the Playa Condesa area, got showered and dressed, and headed off to Foxy’s. It had been a while, and I couldn’t wait. Upon arriving at Foxy’s we were greeted by some old acquaintances and shown to our seats. All of a sudden, my novia came from out of nowhere and gave me the biggest hug and kiss. Apparently, even though I had told her I would be returning to celebrate her birthday, she wasn’t sure. I imagine most of you know how it is when you have a novia in a certain place, there won’t be much p4p going on outside of the novia action. So, because my novia works as a cocktail server in the place, my first night was limited to knocking back some Sol’s and Don Julio’s. I was to find that outside of the whores and the novia, Don Julio was to become my best friend on this trip. Here’s a few pic’s of the novia.

Photos: Acapulco 01 02 03

However, my buddy was a bit more fortunate than I was on the first night. They have rooms onsite that can be used, and they don’t charge extra. While I was busy with my novia, my buddy had “negotiated” a deal for US$150. After he returned I read him the riot act because I told him before we arrived not to go for anything more than US$100. However, I had to remember my first few times out as well. Here’s a few pic’s.

Photos: Acapulco 04 05 06

After several hours of drinking, the only thing I recall next was having 2 hotel workers enter my room on what I thought was the next morning. They woke me up and asked me what room I was in. I told them 1233. They said great. The problem, however, was that at that moment I was in room 1433, and it was 3:00pm. Son of a bitch!! I asked them through a fog and haze how in hell I got there. They said that someone had called and said that there was some guy asleep outside of the room, and they came along and put me to bed. Great guys. In all honesty, I have no recollection whatsoever of the previous evening after about 2am. I promised the guys I wouldn’t have any more Don Julio (a promise I was not to keep, and one I suspected they knew was a lie as they laughed) and headed off to my room to sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

Now, fellas, before I headed off to Aca, I promised myself I was going to do a detailed report when I returned. In fact, I had intended to carry a notepad with me and take notes. One of the things I have always admired are the detailed reports provided by others. Not so much for the entertainment they provide, but also for the specific information that can be gleaned from them. I lied again. I was getting into so much shit (having fun), the report was the last thing on my mind.

The second night of the trip my buddy and I decided to hit some of the other spots. We started our night at Mango’s (non p4p scene) just to get some drinks in us that weren’t going to cost an arm and a leg. After that we hit Tabares (I wanted to check this place out as I had not been there since I was told there wasn’t any p4p about 18 months ago). I still was not impressed with it. I wish they would get rid of the circus atmosphere.

From here we move on to Las Chicas. There were a couple of girls who IMO were about a 7, but nothing for me to get excited over, so we moved on.

We decided to head on over to El Sombrero, which I fondly remembered from a previous trip. I’ll be damned if the place wasn’t closed down. There was another place called El Sombrero II that was located about a couple of doors down from the old ES, but it was a shell of what the other place used to be.

We decided to make one final stop for the night at a place across from Mango’s called Samantha’s. Another disappointment. All of these places seem to be imitations of what one would expect (or hope for?) in an establishment. The girls are anywhere from 4-7's, and management seems to be a bunch of rookies, begging for your business, rather than luring you in.

So, the remainder of the trip was spent at Foxy’s. I just love the atmosphere as well as the selection of girls.

Now, I didn’t stop to think about the difficulty I might have in playing around while my novia was working. On a couple of occasions she spotted me looking at the various girls and would put her hand over my eyes. At first I thought it was a little cute. But then I started to realize that if that shit kept up, I was going to find myself paying a pretty penny for an actual vacation, which is not what I was there for. So, at one point when she went off to serve drinks, I grabbed a couple of girls and took them to the back room. An hour later I returned and she was pissed. Evidently she had gone looking for me and was told by my taxi driver where I was. At this point I had to tell her that although we have a friendship, I don’t recall there being any committed relationship and, that, in fact, when I first met her, she had a boyfriend. And for all I knew, she still did. This seemed to cool things down a bit.

On another night I had the pleasure of catching what turned out to be the biggest freak I had come across in ACA. This girl did it all. I took her back to the hotel and was caught by security and had to pay what I believe (the brain was a little foggy here after many Sol’s and Don Julio’s) was US$60 to check her in. But, it was well worth it IMO. See for yourself.
Here we go

Photo: Acapulco 07

A pure freak

Photo: Acapulco 08

Come get it
Loosening up the holes
Hellllooooo!!!
Nice cheeks
Temptation
As pink as it gets
Damn! Don’t loosen it up too much

Anyhow, although I had a hell of a time, I realized after leaving that I was actually burnt out on the place. I’ve been there 4-5 times over the past 18 months or so, and now it just feels like it’s time to move on. I’ve got a couple of trips to DR coming up and RIO at the end of the year, so I think I’m going to concentrate on RIO, Central America, and SEA for the next couple of years. So, this will be the last Aca report you’ll see from me for a while. Hope all enjoyed.

I like The Last girl...freaks are always good. Did you save any contact info on her?

I guess that old adage about having a 2X4 strapped to your ass so you don't fall in really does work.

Freaky chicks can be fun but what is with those darker red spots on her pussy in pic #031 ?

Prowler is da mudda fukkin MAN

Well, hope you have a big dick because that pussy is about a foot in diameter. Sounds like you had a good time. What's with the matching Vanilla Ice plaid short/shirt combo?

Djanselmo, in all honesty I don't bother with the girls names. I imagine I ask initially just to be cordial. But the fact of the matter is that I am only passing through, so I don't see a need to make it a point to remember. Additionally, I am not very good with names even when I have a need to remember them.

Tongue4u, thanks for the compliment. I try and enjoy myself with each trip. If not, why bother, right?

Roadglide, I am color blind, so I don't see any difference in color, unless it's really significant. If the implication is that there's something wrong with the pussy, someone else will have to deal with it. I don't eat a whore's pussy, and I don't fuck her without a condom, so not my problem. As far as a 2x4 strapped to the ass to keep from falling in, my attitude is that I'd rather have enough up front than a 2x4 to the ass. My experience has been that this is usually how pussy looks after it has been tampered with.

Blazers, the outfit you saw belonged to my exes brother, who made his first trip ever, and happens to be 28 years of age. I didn't have a problem with his outfit, but the wife beater t-shirt he had underneath. But, as I said, he's still young. So, what you see are two different people in this series of pic's.

You dont eat pussy? Why does that not surprise me.....

Blazers, do me a favor and don't start an issue that doesn't exist. If you, and many other people, would read these posts and replies as they are written, rather than proceed with your own interpretation of them, you would have noticed that I said I don't eat a whore's pussy. Even if I didn't, why would it be a surprise to you? And, more importantly, why would it matter to you?

Prowler

Thanks for taking the time to post.

well thank goodness girls don't have the same attitude or else BJs would be a thing of thie past

Just a reminder, we are all whores.

Im sorry but the first girl your novia is really scarry looking. I hope that she looks better in the flesh

Scooby

Prowler1, good post. Very cool of you to take the time to post your story and photos. Having just joined I am a bit disappointed in how old the posts on here are. Hopefully there will be less guys picking one another about trivial shit and start focusing on reporting worthwhile trips.