Excerpt from 12/2001 trip report.

And then I saw her. At a back table furthest away from the entrance, a really cute sexy dancer (Carina), no more than thirty years old, was giving a customer a fully clothed lap dance. Her movements were turning me on. To me, she was sensual with a capital S. Even at far range, I could sense that she possessed that rare "physical chemistry" factor that I previously discussed here. I could feel my heart rate quicken.

Frank had his eye on a really cute young and hot brunette whose dance maneuvers were ultimately responsible for enticing him to pay $60 for the privilege of "splitting her into two". While he was away from our table plowing her, I continued to watch the action on stage because Carina had disappeared.

Frank returned with a big smile on his face. And then much to my great pleasure, it was Carina's turn to perform on stage. I could feel the "physical chemistry" with her kick in again, and even moreso now. It was powerful. Every man has a composite woman who turns them on the most, and as I looked at and lusted after Carina, I realized that she was close to my perfect physical specimen: long straight medium-length soft brown hair; C breasts which were soft and jiggled even though they may have been artificial; a medium-sized frame and ample butt with baby-fat cheeks that were meant to be squeezed; and the best part: one of the cutest faces that I've seen in a long time.

I could feel some wood popping in my pants even before I took a seat closer to the stage. This just doesn't happen a lot anymore when you're my age. I tipped her a dollar and she responded by turning me around in the chair, leaning my head back, and rubbing her semi-soft breasts on my mouth and cheeks. Her hair tickled my face and she smelled intoxicating. Her voice and giggles were soft, just like I love them to be. I was breathless. I don't know what anybody else was thinking about Carina, but for me, she was perfect.

As soon as I returned to our table, the woman manager approached. She must have noticed my reaction. She asked me if I wanted to have sex with Carina for $60. I'm not sure why I was reluctant at first; maybe because I thought that Frank was all set to leave; or maybe because I didn't think that I had enough energy left to climax, even with my extreme attraction to Carina; or maybe because I had been told that kissing was not allowed and that it would be agonizing not to press my lips against those of this heavenly vision. The manager then offered a three song lap dance for thirty dollars instead. Frank encouraged me to go, so I agreed. I tipped the manager $2 and she was grateful.

Once behind the curtained booth, we chatted a little. I asked Carina if she had a boyfriend, fully expecting the usual negative reply. I laughed out loud when she told me "two". But I didn't doubt her reply for a second. The rest of the conversation made me realize that she was incredibly sweet as well as worthy of all of the adjectives that I've used so far.

Carina then took charge. She performed a very sensual dance in front of me for a few moments. And then, she began making physical contact with my member. I became instantly fully hard. I caressed her everywhere that I could. It was awesome, but the best was yet to come. I had incorrectly assumed that I was required to remain completely clothed, so when Carina began unzipping my pants, tremendous additional excitement began to build. Unexpected pleasures can be the best turn-ons. And she didn't stop there. She pulled down my underwear and then produced a bottle of baby oil. I was pointing straight toward the ceiling before she even laid a finger on me.

What followed was the greatest handjob of my life, bar none. For intensity purposes, it even rivaled the best sexual experiences of my life. Carina was incredible, for a combination of reasons, the most critical of which was my extreme "physical chemistry" attraction to her. She performed many various grabbing, rubbing, and other handling techniques. She used her fingertips, she used her palms, she varied speed and pressure, she teased my head, she rubbed me against her bare vagina and the crack of her butt, and other maneuvers that were forgotten in the frenzy of the experience.

Even though I was too tired to quickly climax, I was in complete ecstasy with that incredible sensual body draped against mine. I sucked her beautiful breasts, I kissed and nuzzled her neck, I squeezed her luscious buns, and I proclaimed my everlasting love for her just so that she wouldn't stop. And she didn't. She continued like a trooper, and I'm certain that we exceeded the time constraint. She seemed to make it her own personal challenge to continue the quest to get me off, as if it would be bad for her resume if I were to leave her lair with a scrotal sac still filled with juice.

There was just one missing ingredient: lip kissing. I had tried to do that before but she had backed away a bit. But now, she seemed to understand that some osculatory activity was what it would take to put me over the hump. Suddenly her face was near mine and I tenderly kissed her soft cheek while her right hand pumped and the other hand held my body against her chest. I moved my face closer, ever so slowly, my hungry lips approaching her mouth and my heart rate quickening past its safe aerobic rate. The anticipation was phenomenal.

And then I was there. The softness of her lower lip was within my grasp. I lightly pulled it away from her face with my lips and I rejoiced that she did not balk. I repeated that action several times, grabbing a little more of her lip with each effort, feeling the intense thrill of entering a previously forbidden land. I could feel the silky wetness of her saliva now, and a further sexual surge in my loins. My mouth now fully engulfed her wonderful lips and our tongues began to lightly intertwine. We began passionately French-kissing and she tasted more pleasurable than anything I can remember. I now knew that I would come, and that realization filled my mind with massive joy.

The ultimate moment arrived less than a minute later. I exploded like I have never exploded before. She continued pumping and kissing me, intent on relieving every bit of sexual tension and desire that had crammed its way into my genitalia. Once, twice...nine, ten. I lost count of how many times I ejaculated. Oh my God. It was unbelievable.

And she had been so patient too: at least five songs must have played; and yet, I couldn't remember a single note of any of them. She was a goddess to me, and for me. It is something that I'll never forget. I could have died in her arms at that moment and not cared. "Physical Chemistry", I love you.

I leaned limply against her comforting body from my seated position in the chair for about ten seconds. She was my support, she understood, and she did not move. As I finally regained my composure, I wondered where the semen had landed. I hoped that it hadn't found her. I happened to think about a recent tale of a monger who had shot a chica in the middle of her forehead with a load. Hopefully, lightning had not chosen this night to strike twice.

Carina broke the silence by saying "do you have the papers?". At first, I didn't understand what she meant and I amusingly thought about Amy-CC's plan to marry for "papers". Hell, if that's what Carina had really meant, I just may have said yes. But then I realized her purpose: she was simply looking for something to clean up the mess. Fortunately, I had my usual wad of extra tissues in my back pocket which I gave to her. I hadn't been aware that a customer was required to bring his own supply. And thankfully, it looked like all of the discharge had landed away from her, based on the areas around me that she was wiping.

I tipped Carina $10; it probably should have been $100. She seemed quite happy. We hugged and then she left. I wondered if I'd ever see her again outside of my dreams and my fantasies. If I ever get back to TJ, she's the first chica for whom I'll look, just like Monica-SG had been on the top of this trip's list.

I could see Frank patiently waiting for me at our table through the transparent privacy curtain as I dressed. We left immediately and I thanked him profusely as we walked back to CC. But I'm not really sure if he truly understood the magnitude of the moment for me.

The experience had been so great that I had no desire to seek Ariceli-SG the next morning. I don't even think that I would have visited Sada-AB if that had been possible, a testament to the degree to which this stripper had rocked my world. What an unexpected delight!

I thought you agreed on sex for $60, not a HJ. What am I missing here?

Socrates69

Almost 2 years between posts, for one!

Socrates,

I just saw your post for the first time, and it was just in the nick of time too because beginning tomorrow I will not have Internet access for at least two weeks.

To answer your question, the original offer was $60 for sex, but because I had already had my usual maximum allotment of orgasms elsewhere for the evening (2), I selected the $30 3-lap-dance option.

I really appreciate you raising the question because I had forgotten about my Carina post. What a graphic and detailed description! I should have sent it to The Penthouse Forum Letters, or to the AMA as a tool for erectile dysfunctional clients. Just rereading about that experience sends shivers down my spine and gets me significantly aroused. It still ranks as my best HJ of all time.

Unfortunately, I have never seen Carina again. On my following TJ trip a few months later, one of the Pussy Cat employees told me that she was working in Ensenada. *sigh*

A Will never forget Carina kind of guy,

Ootie