A couple of weeks ago while waiting to be stood up for lunch by a chica I'd been with a couple of times, I ran into # 2, she was working in the same bar.{This is a chica I went with for about 10 months}. She was the first "real" girlfriend I had in TJ. She was with a customer, a big ugly Mofo she was about to leave the bar with. She asked me to call her, told me she still loved me and missed me.I told her I missed her as well and I would call. I didn't call.

Last week, Potatohead and I stopped in again, a rarity, the manager warned me she was in there. I thanked him with a buck. He does favors for me, like going upstairs to get a chica for me when I have a date. I decided to go in anyway. She was sitting there, her skirt hiked up around those great legs, nice high heels, looking sexy as hell.

We had a drink, Potatohead and her took turns bagging on me as to what a turd I was for having dumped her and being in TJ so often and screwing so many different chica's. As I was hugging and kissing her lightly on the neck we set up a date for this week. She felt great, it had been several months since I'd been with her, her wide smile, the way she laughs, the softness of her body pressing into me, the blood was quickly draining out of my head.

I hadn't called her because she asked me not to after I told her I was ready to start doing other chica's. I needed to....she ended the relationship.....I knew she would, that was my intent. I let her save face by making it her decision. As Potatohead and I left the bar I gave her a hug and a kiss, I was already looking forward to next week.

So we met early yesterday morning, same corner we met on every week for almost a year, I was early like usual, she was late like usual, but not by much, ten minutes. I stood waiting, straining to see her,like I used to do, then I got distracted, just for a moment,like I used to do, and when I looked up she was standing across the street smiling at me, she had appeared like magic. In the year we were together I never once saw her step off a bus or out of a taxi, she would just seem to appear.

She was dressed to kill and this day I was more than happy to die. Hair, make-up, heels, tight skirt, she had it all going, I was about to be led to a slaughter, a willing participant.

We went to our favorite early day restaurant, Como Que No. Very few people are there at this time of day, the music plays softly,so we sit close,holding hands, laughing. I told her all about Cancun, the problems me and Potatohead had with our chica's, me getting drunk and sick in the taxi, throwing up and the Taxi driver who had been real nice up until then getting upset and wanting to charge us 50 bucks to clean up the mess, the chica's talked him down to 30.
Of course I couldn't remember any of this, Potatohead told me about it the next day. " Hey shit-head, we used your credit card last night to pay the bill at the disco, I hope it was ok ". " I don't give a fuck" was my reply, " How much was it"? " about 160.00 dollars ". " I still don't give a fuck, just kill me please".

I told her about trying to pick up non-working chica's at Teatro's, finally getting one to meet me for lunch, then accidently pulling out a condom with my note pad and pen and having it fall on the floor in the middle of the restaurant. She cracked up, coffee coming out of her nose.
She always looks me in the eye, paying close attention to everything I say, even with language difficulty we seem to understand each other so well.I could always make her laugh.

I feel so blessed to have had someone like this love me so much at the beginning of my adventures in TJ. She is such a warm and caring person. I have used her as a benchmark in all my other chica relationships.

She cried like a baby the day we broke up. I felt, I knew, I'd done something really wrong, making this girl fall in love with me, knowing I wasn't worthy of her. I fooled myself saying it was ok cause I told her from the start I was married.... that was bullshit... I was a cad, I had hurt someone, it didn't feel good, I was embarrassed for myself, trifling with someone's emotions was serious and I was here for fun only. It's still the one thing I regret having done more than anything else down here. I had to face myself finally, was I this shallow, it appeared I was.

She wasn't a "Trophy" although she was very pretty, she didn't have a fantastic body, it was good, she didn't speak English, but that had never mattered before. I simply got bored and wanted to find something better, the truth was I would never find anything better, like Potatohead said, she adored me what more was there? I feel so foolish.

We took two hours to eat, that was normal for us, it gives me time to bask in her company, the way she keys on me, it's almost palpable the feelings she has. Like a love sick teenager. Finally we head for the Parador, my home away from home.

I have one chica I always make laugh when we go, cause I am always there. I say, "I have to go check on my employees, make sure they are working."

Once we got in the room, she attacked me like a wild animal, stopping just long enough to grab my socks where she knows I keep a tab of Viagra, she loves this stuff. She deftly fed it to me, just a quarter of it,she holds it out for me to bite laughing as I crumble it to bits, yuck, tastes like shit!! I chew it cause it works faster.

Next she gets up and slides off her skirt, looking me in the eye the whole time, leaving her heels on, she knows exactly what to do to me, knows how to push my buttons. She bends one leg up on the dresser, like a stork, teasing me. Smiling,she pretends she is coy or shy, I stand, I want to feel her whole body against me, I kneel and wrap my arms around her legs, wanting to feel her perfect calves and thighs. She leaves her bra and panties on, knowing I want to pull them off when I'm ready.

Finally I make it to her mouth, she loves kissing even more than I do, something I never thought I'd find, she pulls my mouth into hers probing me like she is about to extract my tonsils.

She pulls me down on top of her and yanks her panties aside, wanting me to rub her clit hard with my dick, which by now is seemingly twice it's normal size. She wants me so much and I want her. She asks me if I have been using condoms the time away from her, of course, even with my wife, I say. We trust each other, I know her so well, she is so particular about cleanliness and protection. She slips me inside her, skin to skin, "don't come in me" she says, "I won't, you know that."

Practically nothing compares to the way she makes love, her passion is overflowing, holding me like she can't let go. One thing we both like, she taught me, she frequently slips me out of her and rubs herself with the head of my cock, then slides me back in, repeating this often I last even longer than normal.

The Viagra has a delaying effect as well so I feel like I can go on indefinitely. Laying back her eyes closed, mouth open, grabbing my head she searches for my mouth like a hungry baby bird looking for food from it's mother.

We lay there afterward for a couple of hours exhausted, I put my head on her tummy and wrap my arms around her. She scratches my head till I fall asleep while she watches the Novellas on T.V. This is the most restful feeling for me, very peaceful, no hurry, we aren't going anywhere. I drift in and out of sleep for a while in a surreal sort of state. Then we switch, she puts her head on my chest near the crook of my arm and falls asleep, to me this part is as important as the sex, it's a kind of affirmation, time for us to bond a little more. I feel it intensifies the feelings we have for each other the next time we meet.

Sometimes I cry on my way home out of frustration at not being able to help someone I've known down here for a while. They ALL have these monumental problems, I can't solve them, I feel helpless. Then, they WANT you to feel sorry for them, so they play on your emotions. That can piss me off.

Other times when it's so good, like yesterday, I thank God I am alive and can experience all this place has to offer.