Posted by Porker on November 13, 2000 at 12:39:59:
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'De donde eres?' I asked the apparently GIANT titted morena that had sidled up within earshot at the loncheria Monday night, interrupting my mental replay of the freakish reaming the favored Vikings had just taken over a plate of bistek ranchero at an outdoor loncheria. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, had shoulder length hair, a kind face, expressive eyes and a very nice smile. She was not a small girl, but not overly fat either, and did I mention she had HUGE TITS? 'Soy de Colima' she replied with that melting smile. She and a friend had sidled up to the counter for some instant coffee to dunk a package of cookies while they took a break from their taxi dancing duties. Both ladies' eyes got big when I followed up with 'Ciudad Colima?' The white boy knows some geography. 'Manzanillo', She said. Again with a smile. Lo and behold the old battle ax behind the counter was from Manzanillo too, glad as hell to run across someone from back home, and of course she jumped right in and consumed the next 5 minutes with talk of the old neighborhood and 'do you know so and so is here too'. She was a nice old battle ax, but she was stepping on my dick here, and I wished she'd shut up. Soon the coffee was gone. Lonely locals fired up with Tecate and eager to dance awaited. The one with the smile opened her purse to pay. I motioned for her to put away her money (splurging for coffee! What a big spender!!!) Eyes got big again… 'Vas a pagar?' 'Claro', I said. 'But only if you reward me with your name'. Eyes big and smiling again… 'Gabriela'. 'Y tu amiga?' 'Susana'. 'Mucho gusto'… EYES VERY BIG. The bullshit was working well tonight. I asked them where they were headed. They said they worked at various local-centric bars - dancing with the muchachos for $$. 'Well, where can I find you if I want to dance?' 'There' - and they pointed to a particularly dive-like bar that I had walked into on occasion to confirm my gut feeling that there was no earthly reason to spend any time there. 'Oh, casa de caguamas (40 oz. Beers)'. They laughed. This was fun. I told Gabby that I would seek her out someday soon. I bet she lost sleep waiting… Crazy white boy! Fast forward to Friday night. Full of 'too much time in the Zona lately' ennui, I resolved to make a quick sweep of a couple of bars looking for some friends, and then take a nap to try and summon the energy needed to search for a companion for the evening. I was on my way back to Cascadas about 10 PM when I remembered the tits, er, uh SMILE from Monday night. It doesn't hurt to peek in the bar and see if I see her… A quick half-lap and I saw the friend. The BEAMING friend. This could be fun. She asked if I remembered her. UH, DUH. Remembered the name too. Man, brain cells are GOOOOD! We chatted for a minute or so, and then the silence got awkward. What now? The friend is who I was after. I did a half turn, and there she was, about 10 feet away, watching. I told Susana it was nice seeing her, but I wanted to say hello to her friend. Gabby's face lit up when I approached. 'I told you I would come looking for you,' I said. 'I have never been in this bar before, but I came here just to find you. I don't know how to dance, but if you would like a drink I would very much like to talk to you.' With that seemingly ever-present smile she led me to a booth behind the dance floor. A waiter soon had two beers on our table. We talked for a minute or so, but a bit of a panic soon set in. I can't keep talking this girl's ear off, I'll sound like a bore. A stupid bore who butchers her language at that. While she was apparently quite flattered by my interest in her, my new amiga seemed quite shy. She would answer questions when asked, but getting her to open up was a bit of a challenge. So, I did what any red-blooded alky would… I CHEATED! 'Tres tequilas por favor, y puedes invitar su amiga por un traigo aqui con nosotros? The friend scurried over when summoned by the waiter. She was much more outgoing and seemed wilder and more worldly than my amiga. A good ally, to be sure. I was half-expecting to be shocked at the price of the tequila. An amigo had ordered two chicas tequila that afternoon at Tropical and got socked with an EIGHTEEN DOLLAR tab due to the fichas involved. I was a total fish out of water here and the waiter had me over a barrel, but I was having fun and splurging seemed like a good idea at the time. But the knockout blow never came. 'Seex Sebenty Fibe' the waiter said. This little dive was becoming a whole lot more quaint by the moment - tequila w/ the muchachas was sin fichas??? HIJOLE!!! They sipped their poison while I slammed mine, and they seemed to visibly unwind before my eyes. My amiga now had someone to talk to and there would be no more awkward silences. It could get expensive, I thought, as the cervezas that came next were WITH fichas (35 pesos), but it seemed like a good idea at the time. A slow song came on and I figured it may help things if I showed that I don't HATE dancing, just don't do it very well. 'Quieres bailar?' Eyes blazed. 'CLARO!' Her slow dancing posture greatly surprised me. I was expecting a 'keep your distance' type professional approach, but my amiga was having none of that. What I GOT was a full-on BEARHUG. She pulled me close, rested her cheek against mine, and I had to make sure when we separated that I was, uh, ADJUSTED properly, because I got just a BIT excited when she pressed her absolutely MAMMOTH chest against me while we shuffled along the floor. I had yet to get a decent look at them, winter chills led to layers of clothing, but from what I felt pressed against me, and from the outline I could make out in her clothing, these were the biggest set I have ever encountered in my LIFE. This was no longer going to be a 'get acquainted' meeting if I could do anything about it. It was time to scheme. I simply HAD TO get inside that blouse. I was out of OPTIONS. This was a MISSION dammit! BUT… I am a big pussy. Getting beyond the 'dancing/drinking/talking' dynamic to groping and/or propositioning is not my strong suit. A shy pervert… At least when I'm sober! Otherwise I become a WHINY pervert! Well, on this night fate was on my side. Each succeeding slow dance led Gabby to pull me even CLOSER. She started stroking my hair, resting her cheek on my neck, and whispering in my ear. Again, much adjusting was necessary when leaving the dance floor! Her friend excused herself to use the restroom, and I saw my opportunity. I was going to lean over and tell her I wanted to leave with her. She felt me lean in, however, and instead of merely giving me her ear, she turned to face me and started kissing! AND KISSING. Tongue probing, biting gently with her lips. KISSING. 'You are very beautiful,' I told her. Mas besos!!! Did I mention this was FUN??? The friend came back and we managed a bit of decorum. They had only been working in TJ for ~ 3 weeks, and while I knew this was just part of the game they all play, I did NOT know how public my amiga wanted to be at the moment. There was no need for decorum the next time they came back from the restroom TOGETHER however! Pretty soon it was kissing between dances. Then it was kissing DURING dances. Then it was SCREW DANCING let's just sit here and kiss! The friend would just smile while we made out. This was great, and all, but there were pressing, uh, NEEDS that would soon be needed to be taken care of. The next time we were alone for a few seconds I finally explained that I wanted to leave with her and make out with her in a more private place. She said she would like that. Fine. Let's go. 'Where?' I have a room. 'Where?' It's right here in the alley, ready? 'Si, but I need to talk to my friend'. This couldn't be a problem, could it? Plying muchachas with fichas and ending up thoroughly frustrated at the end of the night is a road I have been down more times than I would like to admit. There is definitely a game to it, and the Zona chicas milk it well. The goal is to keep you just interested enough in buying the drinks to keep the well flowing. Often you'll hear that they can't leave until their shift is over at 'midnight… two… three… five… 6 AM', whatever they can get away with. Pressing them on the details can get them to take the charade a bit further: "Let me go talk to the boss, maybe he'll let me leave earlier. Meanwhile, my beer's empty and the meter is running.' It is the WALLET, however, that is emptying, and how freakin' long can you kill time entertaining some chick who you can barely converse with when all you really wanna do is JUMP HER ASS and get on with your evening??? There are different ways to handle all of the above scenarios, and the bottom line is that you will set your limits depending on how much you want the girl. If she is good at her job, she will make you want her desperately. Jaded as I am these days, I don't want ANYONE desperately. But for tits like this girl's… LET'S PLAY IT BY EAR!!! Well, the 'drag the time out' game was going as expected, but this time there was a pleasant twist: My amigas STOPPED ORDERING BEERS! We sat in our little booth (in a relatively crowded bar on a Friday night) not ordering ANYTHING and the waiter politely leaving us alone. True twilight zone stuff, but hey, don't fix it if it ain't broken!!! Every 5 minutes or so between dances I would ask Gabby if she was ready to go. She would respond with a kiss and then say something about 'just a few more minutes'. She whispered something to her friend every few minutes or so, and was always very assuring that we would go any moment now. I decided to just hang out until I either got too tired or was convinced I was being scammed somehow. I apparently had nothing to lose, as it wasn't costing me a cent to wait - highly unusual in my Zona experience. After 20 minutes of our intermittent dancing minced with the 'are we THERE yet' litany, my amiga finally excused herself to go get her purse. Of course we had to dance for 15 more minutes when she returned. Maybe this was just a ploy to drain me of all energy so she could have an easy time of it in the room? The final time I asked her when we could go, she said 'right now' which of course didn't mean 'right now'! But this time she looked at me and asked 'Are you going to pay me?' As well as I thought things were going between us, I never had the delusion that this was anything more than a professional transaction with her, and I was totally fine with the question. I told her that 'OF COURSE' I will pay you, how much? The illusion of romance was very well done in this instance, but single mothers don't generally leave behind their families thousands of miles away to make an altruistic pilgrimage to Tijuana to see how many friendly gringos that ply them with expensive alcohol they can satisfy sexually. Freebies DO happen, but in my experience expecting them is almost always bad news. 'How much do you want?' I asked, hoping not to have to negotiate, but leaving myself open to a punch to the gut if she was looking to take me for a ride. 'Three hundred' she whispered. 'No problem! Vamos!' WHEW!!! With that out of the way (that couldn't have been the holdup, COULD IT?), it was time to talk to the friend for REAL, purse in hand, meet you later, the whole 9 yards. The friend was off to troll for fichas at a different bar. We were off to parade down the alley arm in arm. We started making out in the elevator as soon as the doors shut. 30 seconds later we were tucked away in my room, and the beso-fest kept right on going. And going. And GOING. The girl liked to KISS. Clothing was gradually removed in leisurely fashion. I knew I could have what I wanted at any time, but the anticipatory build up was quite a turn on. Finally she turned slightly so I could undo the boulder holder. Believe me, this thing was heavy-duty industrial strength! It had to be, because her enormous tits were truly the size of watermelons. When I finally caught sight of them the only thing I could do was sigh in amazement while reveling in my good fortune. FUCKING A YES THERE IS A GOD!!! And God is GOOD! I had to resist the temptation to start manhandling these incredible specimens. I cupped them gently while continuing our constant liplock. Soon my face was buried between them, and the nuzzling that followed was about as close to pure joy as I have ever been. Tits like these are simply rarely seen, and when they are, the overall package is one of a lard-assed heifer. Mi amiga may end up porking up greatly in the next several years, but at the moment, she's merely a larger than average woman with the Treasure of the Sierra Madres in her chest. Surely too much for others, but a true miracle for me! I wound up on top of her and we humped for what seemed like an eternity while I nuzzled the mother lode of chi chis. She asked if I had a condom, and I assured her I did. Until it was on, however, she kept her leg between mine to prevent any 'accidental' bareback penetration, something I actually appreciated. On a weird side note, I am always a little tense when I have to put a condom on myself. The only time I have ever really used them is with prostitutes, and the vast majority of the working girls I have been with were quite eager to slap one on for me. During GFE type experiences, however, the chica almost universally seems to expect me to handle all of that as they are too busy enjoying themselves to deal with it! I am all for GFE, but fumbling with a condom (I have put one on myself less than a dozen times in my life) can cause a bit of a pause in the mood. On this evening everything went smoothly, however. Once properly equipped, Gabby positioned me on top of her and slowly guided me inside. Holding myself while she pulled me in, I could feel the wetness about her crotch area. An ego boost to be sure. For a chica that apparently thought that missionary is the be all and end all of sex, she really went to town on my dick! Screwing this chica for the first time and CARING how she wanted it and what felt good to her led to a bit of experimentation. There was much starting and stopping of the rhythm and a search for a mutually agreeable pace. It turned out that her favorite mode was quite new for me. She wanted me to thrust deep and hold still while she would take care of all the movement - undulating her pelvis while gripping my rod. This felt VERY good, and I didn't mind at all. USE MY DICK, BABY! I didn't mind until I got severely TIRED, however, of supporting my weight by my arms while she did her thing. So we had to take a break every few minutes while I supported my weight by lying directly on top of her. After a good 20 minutes of this start-stop dynamic, though, my arms were seriously reaching the point of exhaustion! It was time to carry it through to completion, which for me necessitates being in control. Like a good lover, she read my changes in thrusting rhythm and could sense what was about to happen. Deeper, faster, harder - there was little mystery what I wanted. She appeared as into it as I was, and when the moment finally arrived for me to come, she puckered up, urging me to kiss her while I released. Ok, if I GOTTA!!! She held me for a long time afterward, and I just pretty much went limp on top of her. The kissing resumed almost immediately after I had sufficiently caught my breath. A minute later she uttered the greatest post-session words I have ever in my life heard and which I will always long to hear again after future sessions: 'Tienes mas condones???' CLARO QUE SI!!! 'But I gotta call the front desk. Do you want a coke or something too?' 3 minutes later I grabbed a towel as the knock came at the door, fished two bucks out of my pants pocket and thrust it through the door grabbing the soda and the condoms. LIFE IS GOOD!!! After a short drink break and a quick sink wash for my dick, it was back to the action. Her kissing became even more urgent than it had been before. She liked to bite my lips with her lips and teeth. I thought it a little unusual, but I must say it felt fine. I noticed the next day that there was a complete absence of dead skin on my lips. There was also quite the hickey on my neck. I remembered her nuzzling a bit, but it came as a bit of a surprise when I finally saw it. No wonder her friend was laughing when I dropped Gabby back off at the bar! Kissing led to more breast play, led to more humping, led to condom number two… Wash, rinse, repeat. Afterwards I pulled her head to my chest and she gladly obliged, with her massive breasts mashed against my side. She fell asleep for what I would estimate was about 15 minutes and I ended up dozing a little myself. I woke to find her committing the ultimate sacrilege - PUTTING HER BRA ON! She asked me to get dressed and walk her back to the bar. Surely the LEAST I could do!!! While my pace has slowed of late, counting street girls I have been with more than 100 different chicas in the 2 years I have been frequenting the Zona. I would rate most of my sessions with club chicas in the solid B range, while A sessions have to have something almost freakishly unique to get me truly excited. There is something tremendously exciting about free sex and the chica wanting ME that automatically vaults it to the top of the list, but the two hours I spent in my room this past weekend with Gabby ranked as the highlight of all my Zona experiences, bar none. What we had that night was HOT. I have a feeling that I will be searching long and hard to try and top it. Hard work, I know, but SOMEBODY'S GOTTA DO IT!!! |
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