Hombre: Originally posted to ASPT newsgroup 3/12/1998

The accomodations at Motel 6 were adequate as a place to crash, but I spent a lot of time inside so a few more amenities would have been nice. Next time, I'll spend it at the Best Western (more cable channels).

My first night in TJ, I committed a major tactical error. Not being a particularly good drinker, I should have stuck with mineral water. Guess what? I got pretty well buzzed. I wasn't dangerously reckless or anything, but a large amount of alcohol has a pretty strange effect on me. I get more charming (I think) and the second will be evident momentarily.

As I cruised thru Adelita spotting several prospects that I mulled over quite seriously (including the one in the white body suit, I believe her name is Valeria). I got my usual case of shopper's vaporlock. Then during a quick jaunt to the bathroom I spied the first girl I'd ever picked up in TJ. My old (not literally) friend Blanca. She still had that hard little body I liked so much. After a couple of acknowledging glances, we ended up in a booth cuddled up close. We did the usual talk about how've you been and etc. I bought her a couple of drinks (yikes! what was I thinking?). Of course we ended upstairs....nekkid. She still has a nice body.

Let me say up front, Blanca was fun, talented and conscientious. Unfortunately the second side affect of alcohol is inability to maintain concentration. I was aroused but the mountain top eluded me. Blanca tried her little heart out, but it just wasn't meant to be. I was a bit mortified, but at least I learned my lesson.

Adding insult to injury, I missed the last trolley and I wouldn't spend taxi money to get back to Chula Vista. Fortunately, I found a quiet booth in Adelita, ordered two mineral waters and asked the waiter to keep the girls away from me. At this point, I wasn't feeling so hot and just needed to rest. I crashed until 4:30am and then headed for the trolley. I tipped the waiter $5.00 for the assist...god love those guys.

After resting most of the day, I debated as to whether I wanted to go again. Normally I go to Adelita because I like the energy level, but lately I've seeing a lot of ill mannered Americans with closely cropped hair. I think young men should have a good time, but yelling "Will you blow me for $10.00?" is pretty pathetic. I know the Mexican men probably aren't a whole lot different from us, but at least I didn't see any of them screaming across the room grabbing their crotches.

Finally I screwed up enough courage, hopped the trolley and headed back with the intention of having no expectations. I would probably just watch the action at Chicago Club. Normally I find the subdued atmosphere a little distancing, but this night I preferred it. While I sat there sipping my mineral water and watching the beauties move to each table as beckoned by its occupants, I noticed a long haired girl in white sitting at the bar. I had trouble focusing visually, so I just let it go. After a couple of waters, I stepped outside to get some air. When I returned to my table, I noticed my long haired one sitting a couple of tables down from me. I could see she was quite pretty so my interest was piqued. However, she was sitting an asian customer. I have noticed recently that once a girl sits with an asian, they usually end up in the room. A quick glance at my watch told me in another 90 minutes it would be time to head for the border. I sighed my resignation and ordered another water.

You can imagine my surpise when I noticed her get out of her chair and start walking in my direction. When she asked if I wanted some company I choked out "Sure." Her name was Monica (please...no Clinton jokes). How can I best describe her? About 5'2", long black hair slim build and big big brown eyes. Best of all....she looked like a cross between Maria Conchita Alonso and Marie Osmond....Yow!

She was wearing this white outfit with a skirt and bare midriff looking very fetching. I must confess if she had been wearing blue jeans, a white oxford shirt and white oxford tennis shoes...I'd have proposed right there. I know that seems a little weird, but I find women in everyday clothing very attractive.

I bought her a drink and we sat down to talk. Her English was more than passable. She actually greeted me in Japanese thinking I was from Japan (duh!). Imagine my surprise since I'm Chinese born in the US and damn near illiterate even in Chinese. We had a good laugh about it. She had recently spent time in Japan and Germany working. Amazingly the conversation turned toward Hong Kong and her relationship to China. Monica wanted to know why the British had Hong Kong in the first place. I did my best to explain, but some of the nuances were lost in the language difference. She was smart enough to quip that maybe the US would give back California to Mexico. I scrambled for a snappy answer, and failed miserably.

All this time, Monica's right hand rested on my thigh tickling it with her long fingers. I was like granite at this point, but I resisted letting her know. It didn't take long however for Monica to figure it out. Okay she put her hand on it and just plain found it. Within minutes we were on our way upstairs. I couldn't help noticing that all the men at other tables were watching her as she walked by.

We started with me on my back and Monica dragging her breasts over my dick. The sensation was incredible. I could feel my dick twitch under each caress. As she dragged herself up my body, I could her nipples rubbing up against my skin. Then she gripped one of my nipples between her lips and gave it a loving squeeze. I actually gasped....I never gasp. Then in an incredibly sexy whisper she asked me what I wanted to do. I first said everything. She asked me once again. I sheepishly said that I wanted to eat her. She asked why and I couldn't come up with any answer better than...I like it. With that she sat on my face and I went to work. She damn near smothered me but she moaned appreciatively. I gotta admit it was pretty damn arousing.

Before I knew it she was sitting over me and guiding me in. Even with a condom on it was absolutely heavenly. Arms and legs were wrapped around each other, hips thrusting in unison. Damn! It was absolutely heavenly. I could feel the warmth of our bodies flowing back and forth. She just kept moaning in my ear. Now if she was acting, it was exceptionally good. Of course I don't mind since it shows effort on her part.

We finished in the missionary, not necessarily my favorite, but with Monica pulling me so close to her that I thought I was going to pass right through her. Finally my orgasm couldn't be denied any longer. As the blood returned to my brain, she whispered in my ear "Quiero Mas." When she explained it meant "I want more." I could only blush.

Then there was the best part. We talked. Not just little bits of personal data like homes, jobs, etc. We actually talked about relationships and how tough it is to keep one going. Can you believe it? I directed her to "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus". She explained the problems she'd had with her previous boyfriend.

As we prepared to leave the room, I expressed a desire to go to Cancun, but couldn't because I hated going alone. Monica expressed surprise that I wasn't married (nice of her to say). At that point she said she would go with me. When I asked if she meant it, she smiled a killer smile and said "it would depend on my schedule". Of course, I realize she has to make a living, so I tried to mentally calculate how much it would cost to bring her along. I guess I'll have to think about that one.

Summary. Even if sex is your only concern, Monica would be an excellent choice. The personality came as a delightful extra. My next trip out to TJ will definitely include Monica. This is living proof that the nice ones make the experience special.