Posted by Whistler on April 02, 2001 at 21:37:34:
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After the day trip to La Jolla, favorita was anxious to see Disneyland. Several of her AB friends had somehow seen Disneyland without a visa, through their kid's school. We were now talking on the phone every day. Each conversation would end with her saying "Te quiero mucho. Call me or I'll call you" If I don't call her at lunch the following day, she will call me at exactly 1 PM, knowing that I am in the office and not yet involved with something. In each conversation she asks "Cuando vienes TJ?" and "Cuando vamos Disneyland?" After not seeing her for 5 days, we agreed on a plan for me to come to TJ the next day, spend the night, and early the following day, we will drive to Anaheim. I told her I would see her tomorrow between 5-6PM. She was excited, but since she had not worked in 3 days because of her period, she said that she needed to work until I arrived, and could I pick her up at AB? Going to AB is always a little struggle for me. But, I have managed to shut out the jealousy and other negative emotions that will ruin a relationship with a working chica. Plus, I can entertain myself with a Pacifico and the forever-fascinating people watching. The following day, I was able to spring from work 2 hours earlier that planned. I tried to call, but she was gone. I didn't want to page her at AB. With light traffic, I was standing in front of AB, more than 2 hours early. A scary thought raced through my mind. What if she suddenly walks into or out of AB? I made a mad dash across the street, and walked down to Tropical. I never wear a watch in MX so I never know exactly what time it is. However, I've learned to tell time in beers. One beer equals 30 minutes, pretty darn accurately. I sat at the bar just past the waiter station. Two beers down and Tropical was pretty slow. I started to wonder if LC or Miami would be any better. Just as I was pondering this, a chica (bonita) walked up and handed me a ticket. "Por que?" I asked. "Escucha por su numero" she said, walking off. I tried to wave her back. "Mas tarde". I was lonely, she was cute. I would have loved to buy her a couple of ficha drinks to pass the time. But, I settled for watching her go around BT handing tickets to each guy. The place was starting to fill up and the cute chica was handing out tickets to guys as they came in. The DJ was starting to hype the raffle and the soon to be known lucky winner. More that half way through beer #3, there was a big fanfare, and the DJ called a winning number. I still was not sure what the prize was; I assumed something like a cheap bottle of tequila. After calling the number, the place was silent. Everyone looked around. 30 seconds went by. No one claimed to be the winner. The chica lifted the basket up to the DJ to pull another number. He read the new number. Damn, I was only one number off. Suddenly, a young Mexicano right in front jumped to his feet, waving the ticket in the air. The chica handing out the tickets and one other chica made their way to the lucky winner and led him to the center of the dance floor. The DJ played a Shakira song and the chicas began to dance around him. Within a minute the chicas tops were off, with some help from the guy. The danced around him, rubbing against him, rubbing his crouch, and teasing him as they removed his shirt. The chicas maneuvered him to the brass pole, with one chica in front of him and one behind him. Continuing to dance around him, the chica in back was making a lot of hand contact, and somehow managed to get the guys hands behind the pole, where she handcuffed him quicker than a TJ cop. The place roared with laughter and applause. How funny, and I nearly fell off the stool laughing. In about 30 seconds, the chicas reappeared, one unhandcuffed him, and the other handed him a beer. They both hugged and kissed him and signaled for applause. He was a celebrity. This was more fun then watching gringos get cheese platters with their beer. I headed over to AB. It was around 5 PM. I parted the curtains and took a left. I never look for her. I stand or sit near the DJ booth. She will find me. Sitting at the raised bar, I ordered a Pacifico. A few minutes later, I noticed a $1 bill on the floor, probably mine. Rising from picking it up, she was right there, right in front of me, having appeared from no where. She gently pushed me back onto the stool. Her huge smile, sparkling eyes, arms slipping around my neck, and her slipping between my knees for a hug, told me my patience, my tolerance, would again be rewarded. We agreed to meet outside AB in 5 minutes as she changed and cashed in her fiches. In the cab ride to PA, we held hands and talked about the crappie weather. The conversation drifted to what we were going to do that night. We were both hungry. A quick check in at the hotel, a couple of lingering kisses, some fresh lipstick, and we were walking out the front door. "Donde quieres comer" I asked. "Tu veras" she responded, and we got into the cab. Most of the time, I speak to her in Spanish and she speaks to me in English. It has gotten a couple of weird looks from cab drivers and waiters. She told the driver to take us to the culture center. The Culture Center? In TJ? In 5 minutes, we arrived at a beautiful complex of buildings, highlighted by a huge dome. Exiting the cab, she took my hand and we walked a block to a small café. As the mesero handed us the menus she looked up and said "Dos Pacificos and dos platos enchiladas mole, por favor." Excellent enchiladas mole. She paid for dinner. Unusual, but not the first time. Back at the culture center, I was really impressed. It was something you would not expect to find in TJ. That night they had a music group from Argentina and an exhibit from D.F. Neither really interested me. I was more interested in some private time with her before it got too late. She led us to a ticket window. Looking up, I could not believe it … IMAX. IMAX in TJ? It was true and it was a perfect 50-minute diversion after dinner. We were back at the hotel before 9 PM. SIDE NOTE: Last update, a couple of readers complained, good naturedly, about the lack of sexual content in my recounts. I reluctantly will include some detail below, although there is nothing unusual here. My motivation is that this is primarily a record for me. A special night with her is worth the price of the PA and it is simply because of the tub. I love to get into the tub with her. She is always to the back, facing forward. I work around the hardware in the front. Some of our best conversations are in the tub, and, of course, it is very erotic. The conversations are interrupted with kissing and fondling. In the last few minutes of the bath there is something that I do, that she is unaware of, and is highly stimulating for me. I place my legs outside of hers, with my feet on each side of her butt. Then her feet are placed outside my legs, crossing over my legs at her knee. I wash one foot, one calf, and one thigh at a time. She loves the attention. I enjoy it also, because all the time, her legs are spread and there is a fell view of the beautiful, well-groomed panocha. She often comments that I leave the bath, solid wood. In la cama, she makes love with her entire body. Her soft, thick, fine hair surrounds my face as she gives the gift of a deeply passionate kiss. Within a minute the throat sounds begin, she presses her breasts on my chest, and the pelvic movements begin. Friends, you'll have to take it from here. Asleep at midnight, 8 hours is perfect for me. Deep in a dream, I hear a sweet voice "despiertute, dispiertute." I peak at the clock. It is 7 AM. I peak at her. Her face is washed, hair brushed, teeth brushed. She has been up for awhile. I later find out that she woke at 6 AM and let me sleep until 7 AM. "Vamos a Anaheim" Her energy and enthusiasm quickly spreads to me. Showered and dressed in 20 minutes, I was worried about the weather. Yesterday's 5-day forecast called for a 40% chance of rain. I had told her and she wanted to risk it. After breakfast, and an uneventful border crossing, we headed up the I-5 towards Anaheim. It was overcast but no rain. But 45 minutes later, as we hit Orange County, it began to change. In San Clemente, there was a fine mist falling. By San Juan, it was more than a fine mist, but not hopeless. Several times she looked at me, the unspoken question was obvious "Will we be able to go to Disneyland?" I was still hopeful, but as we passed Irvine Spectrum, the mist had turned to small drops. At MainPlace in Santa Ana, it was a steady rain. Her disappointment was showing. Exiting Harbor Blvd. It was definitely raining. We pulled over and parked. "What we do?" she asked. I corrected her English, as we both had agreed to do, and then thought fast. "Lets go shopping! The best shoe store in California is close." I was willing to spring for a pair of Nordstrom shoes to help save the day. Her frown almost turned to a smile. Back down the I-5 to MainPlace. She loved the mall, she loved the shoes at Nordstroms. An hour was spent looking at shoes and trying them on. With any other woman in my life, past or present, I would have been ready to go in 15 minutes, and insisting on going in 30 minutes. But, with her, an hour of looking at shoes was really an hour of watching her, watching her body movements, watching her facial expressions, occasionally interpreting communications with the sales person. At 1 PM we left Nordstroms with a $70 pair of shoes. Even though it was clear that I was to pay, she was careful to balance cost, beauty, and utility. One more reason to admire her. Looking out the mall door, her fear was verified. It was still raining. We went for a casual lunch. At 2 PM, it was still raining. "Que quieres hacer?" I asked thinking a movie might work. "Vamos a su casa" she quickly responded. Well, this was not a new idea to me, but for some reason a moment of panic set in. I was sure that we would end up at my house before we returned to TJ. I was prepared for it, the place was clean and well stocked with firewood, beer, wine, tequila, and food. And, having her at my house was the real reason for the trip for me, not Disneyland. Even though prepared, I was panicked. Hearing her say those words meant that a defining moment was a 40-minute drive away. I stood motionless, thoughts racing through my head. Am I crazy bringing an Aldelitas chica to where I live??? In just the first hour at my house, she will see more of the real me than all of the time we have spent together in MX. And in the course of a night, there will really be no hiding. She will probably see in my closet, my medicine cabinet, my cupboards … oh, there is no end. She will see much more than the pre-packaged me that always arrives down South, ready for a date. As I pushed open the front door to my house, thank God I resisted the urge to pick her up and carry her over the threshold. Where had that thought come from? That would have been way too symbolic. But having her there was something that I had fantasized about many times. Inside, I was filled with happiness and excitement. Once inside the house, I was suddenly embarrassed by the sign that hung in the entry saying "Bienvenida _____ me amor". But, when I looked at her, the embarrassment suddenly disappeared. I was too moved by her moist eyes, the tear on her cheek. There was a 5-minute tour of the place, and I left the master bedroom until last. In the years that I had lived there, I had often wondered why the designers have placed a large skylight in the bedroom. I soon found out. It was so that on that afternoon, I could have the pleasure of ravishing her exquisite young body in brilliant, natural daylight. As I unbuttoned her blouse, the sun made its first appearance of the day. The room was as light as if we were outside. I looked at her and we both looked at the skylight. "Vamos?" I asked, not wanting a "Yes". "Quedamos" she replied, pushing me onto the bed. Taking off her bra remains one of my favorite things in life. Today was more than special. As I caressed her breasts, delighting in the quickly erecting nipples, I noticed for the first time, with the aid of sunlight, that there was a definite pinkish hue to her nipples. A gift. I love pink-cocoa brown. An hour later, dry from the just completed shower, I reached into the closet, withdrew a silk robe, and held it open for her. She looked at me and before she could ask, I gave her the answer "Es tuyo." I gave her a pair of my socks to wear. She looked down for a long minute. Raising her head with a finger on the chin, her eyes were again filled with moisture. "Hay problema?" "Contraria" The sound of a light rain patter began on the skylight. The sun had lasted a little more that an hour, almost the exact time of our lovemaking. Another storm was coming in, it was getting dark, the perfect setting for a fire. Damn, this was working out so well! The next 5 hours were extraordinary. We built a fire, cooked dinner, ate on the floor in front of the fire, drank a six pack of Rolling Rock, listened to American music, listened to Mexican music, and played checkers. I could and should write many more pages about our afternoon, evening, and night together for my record of this incredible adventure with a beautiful Mexicana, a person raised deep in the heart of Mexico, a daughter, a mother, a sister, a friend of many, an intelligent, kind, caring, honest, passionate, sexy, funny, generous chica, who happens to be an Adelitas chica. A chica that will soon be an ex-Adelitas chica, but will still be all the other things above. |
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