Posted by kendricks on April 08, 2001 at 23:20:47:
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I was able to make it down to Tijuana this afternoon for a few hours, for the first time in about a month and a half. I have been wanting to try the street girl scene on recent trips, but always hit a few clubs for drinks first, would get distracted by and go upstairs with a club girl, and then find a street girl who caught my eye after I was already spent. To avoid this, I made a couple of passes through Callehon Coahuila, and then snagged the one who seemed the friendliest for a trip upstairs, who agreed to $20 sin ropas. It turned out to be one of the worst sexual experiences of my life. In sum, I have had doctors visits that were more sexually stimulating. She was completely clinical and business-like, and told me to stand next to the bed while she grabbed my crank with 2 fingers, and rapidly pulled in and out, in an attempt to make it hard. It got half-hard before long (I am usually rock-hard in no time, so this was not the best of signs) and she took the crappy hotel-supplied rubber out of its package, and slapped it on. I usually bring Durex condoms with me, since they feel better than anything else I have tried - well, this rubber strangled my cock, squeezing the blood back out of it. She tried the two-finger jack off method to bring it back to life, but that wasn't working very well. I finally asked her to haz le duro con su boca (make it hard with her mouth), and, of course, she wanted an extra $5 for this. I told her (this entire conversation took place in spanish) that would be no problem, I would give her the money. She refused to go any further until I broke the rhythm of the session even more (if there was any rhythm to start with) by going to get her the $5. Fine, I got it and gave it to her. She sucked on me (with condom) for a little while, until I was half-hard again, and then dropped onto her back and spread her legs. Now, I have always thought of myself as being turned on by sleazy situations that would make most people cringe, but this scene was doing nothing for me. Her pussy was kind of tight, and it was a little difficult getting my not-fully-hard schlong inside (I was never able to get the whole thing in). She closed her eyes while I pumped, but I just wasn't into it, and the thick, sensationless rubber was making me wish I had just stayed home and jacked off to a porno. After a couple of minutes, I did something I have never done before - I said thanks, but I had enough, she could go. I didn't even pretend to fake an orgasm, and she didn't seem to mind, anyway, since I didn't ask for any money back. I looked at it in the same light as walking out of a crappy movie, just to get the situation over with. I was in a slightly sour mood after this, and had a couple of drinks at Adelitas and La Tropa, but I knew that I would need to find someone really enthusiastic to wipe the SG situation from my mind. When such a situation didn't develop quickly, I decided to check out a massage parlor, for something different (I had never been in a TJ massage parlor, either, so this was another first for me). I remembered reading that there were a couple of parlors west of Constitution on 4th and 5th (which have apparently been renamed!), so I took a walk down Constitution, and turned right on what I think was 4th (but could have been 3rd). I walked down past the park, up another street, and then back down what I think was 5th (or maybe it was 4th - I could be totally wrong about the street names, and was in a weird kind of funk by this time). The only massage place I passed was in an optical shop, and had doctors' names on it, and no one behind the counter. I wasn't interested in just a therapeutic massage, and didn't want to start asking questions about extras if the facade was there to take heat off of crackdowns. I remembered seeing a massage parlor behind Sanborns by the Jai Alai Palace, and decided to check it out. This place is nice, clean and upscale, with very good showers and modern private massage rooms. I had a beautiful young masseuse, who gave me a decent rubdown. The prices for extras I was quoted were a little high - $40 for a hand job, $75 for oral, and $125 for sex. I was pretty relaxed by the massage, didn't want a repeat cheap-ass tijuana condom incident, and desperately wanted to get a nice, throbbing, rock-hard erection . . . as much as I would have liked to have had sex with her, the idea of just lying back and watching this beautiful young girl work my rock-hard cock to orgasm with her hands was sounding better all the time. I was not in a negotiation mood, either, so I just agreed to the $40, and let her work her magic. In my experience, most girls really don't know how to give handjobs, but she was working it better than I can do myself, and slowly brought me to the good, powerful orgasm that I was craving . . . The funny part of this whole experience is that I pretty much forgot I was even in Tijuana, I was so caught up in my pretty little masseuse. I really love being touched and felt all over my body, and plan on checking out some more massage scenes in the future, on both sides of the border. After leaving the parlor, I walked back to the border, and grabbed a couple of those motherfucking delicious bacon hot dogs the street vendors sell, and a few tacos al pastor, along the way. The line to go through customs was actually pretty quick for a Sunday afternoon in the springtime, and couldn't have taken more than about 10 or 15 minutes. An interesting thing I noticed on my walks through Tijuana - I really feel at home in this town now, even more than I do in the US (actually, much more than I do in the US). There's something about Tijuana that makes me feel lucky to be who I am . . . I know now that I could never move away from socal, and that my next move will have to bring me futher south. Orale, Kendricks
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