The Night I "saw" Adelita.

The clock just turned 1:00 P.M. My amiga especial should be awake by now. I haven't been with her for two weeks and miss her. I miss the bright eyes and wonderful smile, the musical sparkle of her voice, the just plain fun of the time we spend together. It truly is una fiesta. And I'm ready to celebrate. Ready for una fiesta grande. She lives with her small son in one of those family apartment complexes withing walking distance of la zona. Women and children only, except for the landlord. I think about his job and it reminds me of a Woody Allen scene. He's working at a strip club helping the girls change costumes between acts and a friend asks him how much the job pays. "$50 a week". "That's not very much". "That's all I can afford to pay them". Her current landlord had been hitting on her, but she's refused and told him that she has too much respect for his wife. Since then he's backed away. Usually when I call I have to strain to hear her over the background noise of children. She's normally with her family and very business-like on the telephone. "Bueno". "Bueno, como estas?" (Hello, how are you?). "Bien. Te extranjo" (Well. I miss you.) "Es posible una fiesta grande esta tardes?" (Is possible a large party this afternoon?). "Si." This time is different. No noise in the background. It's quiet. She's alone and her voice is soft and sexy, inviting. Ricardo stirs. We arrange the time and the place. She'll come to my hotel at 5 P.M.

I pack up "la bolsa de la fiesta grande" (the big party bag) and stop at Ralph's deli for "ensalada mariscos" (seafood salad), and croissant sandwiches. I also get her a variety of American beers that aren't available in Mexico. Driving south on Interstate 5, I exit on Palomar in Chula Vista and head east a few block until I see Target on the left. I'm on a mission. Boy's bluejeans, size 6, for her "nino" (son). For her, KY liquid, a travel toothbrush and toothpaste, antibacterial soap, ear plugs, and a nice blouse with "estrellas" (stars). She likes "regalos practicos" (practical gifts). Driving south I see her name three times and smile.

Getting out of the taxi, a kid opens the door and wants to collect a "propina" (tip). He's one of dozens of street kids trying to make some money providing services to the gringos. I really don't need someone to open my door, but could use some help with la bolsa de la fiesta grande. As he struggles up the stairs with it, I feel like I should help him. But he's a game little guy and I tip him well. It's 4:45 and I've got company in 15 minutes. Like a character in a Woody Allen movie, I rush around setting up La Casa de Ricardo. I lay out the food and napkins, spray some body lotion scent in the air, brush my hair, and sit down in a chair by 5:05. I slip Luis Miguel in the cassette player, open the door, and wait for her. The sound of high heels on the cement staircase echoes down from above. I can tell that's not her; the footsteps are too heavy. Now, I can hear a softer sound of shoes on the staircase, look down and there she is. She's carrying a large gym bag with her work shoes and clothes. As she rounds the stairs she looks up, sees me, and breaks out in "una sonrisa grande" (a big smile). "Hola." (Hi). "Hola."

Inside we lock the door, close the blinds, and enter our own private world. A special time and place with no problems, no jealousy, and "mejor para ambos" (better for both). "Privado" (Private). She wipes her lipstick off and gives me a big kiss and "abrazo fuerte" (strong hug). We both excitedly talk and undress at the same time. Clinking bottles she laughs, "Viva la fiesta!". We jump onto the bed naked and begin the discussion. Am I going to f**k her or is she going to f**k me? We start with her f**king me. Quick application of lubricante and condon and she's riding me up and down like the beer can bobbing up and down in the water in the opening scene to the movie Jazz on a Summer's Day. A few minutes of this and I'm overcome with intense desire, flip her over, and I f**k her. Given that I'm "altura" (tall) and she's "corto" (short), it's surprising how well our bodies fit together - a perfect match physically. Lots of kisses, smiles, grunts, heavy breathing, ohhs and ahhs, "mas"(more) and "buenas sensaciones" (good sensations). She grunts, grabs me by the ass, pulls me closer into her, and together we ride the train all the way up the mountain and fall off on the other side. Whoaaaaa. Time to relax.

We both "tienes hambre" (have hunger). She switches into hostess mode and prepares the food and drink while I retrieve her presents. Today's contest for her is between Michelob and Miller High Life. So far Michelob has been the continuing champion but today a new "rey de la fiesta" (king of the party) is crowned and she declares Miller High Life ("vida alta") numero uno. She duly thanks me for the practical gifts. Being new at buying little kids clothes I made a major error. I got the right size but the wrong style. It seems that "un nino serio" (a serious boy) wears straight jeans and the budding gang members wear baggy jeans. She patiently shows me the difference. I was concerned about getting the wrong size and asked the checkout clerk about exchanges. No problem as long as I still have the receipt. Time for "postre" (dessert). She tries on the blouse, and is enormously pleased. It has longer sleeves for the cold weather yet is still stylish and with the scooped neckline provides a hint of mint. I admire how she looks with the light reflecting off las estrellas and her chichi's peeking out from the neckline. Then she turns in the light and I get enormously excited. Her nipples are hard and pushing against the blouse. Wow. What a turnon! The smooth texture of the blouse flows over her jutting nipples and Ricardo snaps to attention. I reach over and slip her right tit out from the blouse and suck. She reaches over and slips Ricardo out from my pants and sucks. Now I'm really excited. Obviously, this calls for pictures. Together we laugh our way through about a dozen. I love to stick Ricardo in her mouth, get almost to the top of the mountain, stop, grab the camera, and take her picture before reinserting Ricardo. I can look at her picture now and remember the fantastically pleasant associations I have with her. This is what her smiling face and "suave y tivio" (soft and warm) mouth looks like just before Ricardo dives back in. The stunning visual of the silouette of her nipples straining against the blouse and the ease and comfortableness of sex with her stimulate me faster than I expected. Suddenly, I'm no longer climbing a high mountain but a rocket blasting straight into space. Ohhhhhh!

As we lie on the bed listening to Luis Miguel and smiling at each other, she softly murmurs "Soy muy contento." (I'm very happy). I become Ricardo Contento.

Time for her to go to work and for me to move on to other adventures. I walk her to work at the Chicago Club and leave her at the corner. She crosses the street, approaches the entrance, stops under the light, turns around and waves. Then she disappears into the club and I return to my room. A quick clean-up and Casa de Ricardo is ready to welcome another guest.

Attracted by the green and purple neon lights, I approach Las Chavelas. I stop first at the door to greet Fernanando the assistant manager and Julio the waiter. As I enter the red -light darkness of the club, I refresh my memory. 3 women on my mind. Any one will do. They're all good. Slowly their names pop into my mind and I silently repeat them. As I move along the bar on the left I scan las senoras, looking. Nothing yet and I keep walking further back into the new expansion area. There she is. Keely Smith with "las chichi's grande" (the big tits). She has got the most incredible set of natural hooters it has ever been my pleasure to lift. Whenever I see her and them, I think about Charles Darwin, evolution and natural selection. My practical application of all the theory is to specialize and trade. And when it comes to specialization, she and they fit the bill. I'm preparing for the ultimate fiesta grande - a 1 week blast with a different woman every night. And at least one night of my specialized 7 girl team is reserved for chichis grande. So far, she's got the spot nailed.

She smiles and invites me to sit next to her at the table. I slide in, smile into her eyes, and then look down at them. My right hand reaches around under her arm and closes in on the target. God I love the feel of them. I haven't gotten this excited since I was in high school and the girl next door let me "feel her up". It's just such a blast laughing and scratching with a girl half my age. A cute face, charming smile, and Playboy centerfold quality natural tits. She introduces me to her friend who speaks English and lived in Boston for 8 years. What a great combination. Her friend speaks English and is interesting to talk to. I buy a round of drinks and talk to her friend while gently rubbing up against them. What a kick. I smile at her, lean in close, and tell her I gotta see 'em. She blushes and pulls her blouse out so I can peek down. They're just so big, I'm always amazed. My mind races ahead and sees her in my bed. I visualize us doing "el perro" (the dog) with her pendulous chichis hanging down waiting for me to hold them. The movement of thought. I visualize the picture inside my head and make it real in the outside world. Up we go. A swirl of lust, haste, singlemindedness, and goal-seeking. A heat-seeking missile. Whoosh and we're in Casa de Ricardo. I start "musica romantica" and turn around just in time to catch her taking off her blouse. Her arms are raised and her tits jut out like enormous balloons. She's wearing a cantilevered white brassiere holding up the masterpieces and an enigmatic smile. I reach for the camera and take 3 pictures of her. "Sin ropa, por favor" (without clothes, please). She smiles that enigmatic smile and takes her brassiere off. Out they come. Gigantic. She leans toward me on the bed with those pendulous chichis hanging down. Her nipples are outlined by the pink wall behind her. I snap her picture, lay down the camera, and move behind her bent-over behind. Reaching around I lift each one. What a hoot. This whole thing is like a live action Playboy shoot. Much better than the magazine. This is real. What a "fantasia" (fantasy) come true. She's not really "una amiga especial" (a special friend), but she is una amiga. No pretense necessary. No time wasted trying to figure out what's happening. This is a clean, clear-cut commercial transaction. I'm renting her tits and she's giving me free access to them with an occasional smile thrown it. She's compliant. She doesn't have an agenda and seems to be patiently waiting for me to tell her what I want to do next. "I want to f**k your tits. Okay?" "Si". She lies on the bed, I get the KY and lubricate them, and awaaayyy we gooooooooo. What a hoot and what a set of hooters. Ya Hoo!

Afterwards I helped her in the shower make sure they're clean. "Tocar" (Touch). I can still feel the hot water, the soap suds, the smooth feel of her skin, and the heft when I held them. She gave me her number, smiled enigmatically, and told me to call her. I remember telling her truthfully, "Soy muy contento" (I'm very happy). The last image I have was as she turned at the door to leave. The light from the hallway silouetted her breasts as she turned and I took a picture with my mind. A quick clean-up and Casa de Ricardo is ready to welcome another guest.

By now I was truly "muy contento". Good food. Good drink. Doubly good sex. I'm a happy camper. It's possible the happy state I was in contributed to what happened next or maybe the cervesas. "No se" (I don't know).

Following knowledge from the board consciousness I stopped at the second cart in the alley from Ninos Heros and got a fried chicken thigh and tortilla for a buck. I took the food with me into the Miami Club. Stepping inside I could see straight ahead of me a bar that lined the far wall. Nice mirrors (espejos), glass bottles of liquor, tiny white lights, and a few ladies in evening dresses sitting at the bar. I was still very much muy contento, relaxed, and had no further interest in pursuing women at this time. In the middle of the first room (the old Miami club) was a dancer dancing on the dance floor. Behind the dance floor and against the far wall was an empty table and chair. I settled in to quietly eat my chicken, drink a beer, watch the dancer, listen to the music, and just enjoy being alive. A lovely young waitress in an ethereal white dress approached, smiled sweetly, and took my order. When she returned with the cervesa, I found out she was Morelia de Cuernavaca and was all of 19 years old. She brushed up against me and smiled sweetly, again. I sat back and watched her as she made her rounds. Directly across from me, past the dance floor and tables was the DJ booth. I could tell because the neon sign on the front of it said DJ. On the wall on my left was painted Happy Christmas. Opposite it on my right by the large Hong Kong dragon was painted Feliz Navidad. "Yes", I thought, "Soy un Ricardo Feliz" (I'm a happy dick). Between me and the dance floor was a post on the left, a post on the right, and a heavy horizontal beam in the ceiling connecting the two posts. The effect was like being in the first few rows of a movie theater looking up at the screen. On the screen was the dance floor and the tables beyond the dance floor to the far wall and DJ booth. There was a dancer swirling about in the glow of the lights, mirrors, and glitter. She was dancing to a strong Mexican song and the smoke machine was working overtime when I looked down momentarily. When I looked up I couldn't see the dancer anymore through the swirling smoke. I assumed she had gone out to one of the tables to get a tip when the scene in front of me changed like a flashback in a movie picture. I saw the smoke swirling about a battlefield, heard the Mexican cries for help, looked out and saw her, dressed in white, moving from soldier to soldier, providing solace and care. To the thirsty she brought cervesa, limon, and sal. To the lonely she brought a sweet smile and gentle touch. To the aging she brought her youthful enthusiasm. And to man she brought woman. She was the spirit of Adelita. "Viva la Adelita!"

When Morelia returned I told her what I had seen as she moved from table to table. She smiled sweetly and said "Se" (I know).

I was getting sleepy and had "una cita" (a date) in the morning, but I refused to go to bed.
It was 5:30 in the morning but I didn't want to miss anything of this magical night. Moving down the alley I saw my street woman amiga. Sometimes we just dance and drink. Sometimes we just break bread together. Once she came back to my room. Just a standard session. My attraction to her is other than sex. I think it's her sonrisa and the sound of her laughter. Sometimes we exchange greetings, I slip her a $1 or a $5, she slips me a hug, and we continue on our separate journeys through the night. On this "noche de magia" (magical night) her "sonrisa" (smile) is especially enticing. This time we started with a nearby breakfast. I explained to her that my body was completely satisfied and I didn't think I could possibly party again. I wanted to be with her but wasn't really interested in sex. Maybe a little "tocando" (touching). What the hell. I suggested she come back to my room and we'll see what happens. I explained that it was okay if I didn't get off. No performance pressure. She smiled that great big smile she gets and her eyes twinkled like she knew something I didn't.

The first thing she does is jump in the shower. I've never been to her regular hotel and have no idea if it has a shower or what. But she seems happy to jump in the hot shower and scrub down throughly. I undressed to my long underwear, crawled in bed, and dozed off listening to her singing in the shower. The next thing I was aware of was her fresh smelling skin as she slipped in bed and curled up in my arm. We talked softly and she giggled as I looked into her sonrisa and slipped under again. Then I could feel her hands lightly massaging Ricardo. I was probably deep in the alpha state by then and fading in and out. It was like a dream mixed in with real life. "When fantasy and reality blend into something more real than either". I reached for the lubricante and handed it to her as she pulled my bottoms off. She put the lubricant on Ricardo and on my "huevos". I laughed when I remembered what I'd had for breakfast and said "huevos rancheros". She giggled and said "huevos americanos". I closed my eyes and felt the sensation of her fingers as her stroking intensified. I opened my eyes and saw her watching me intently. What an amiga. She smiled. I smiled. We gazed into each other's eyes, and she played me perfectly. Teasing. Slow strokes working up a lather until I'm about ready to explode and then pulling back, slowing down, "suave" (soft). She got a devilish grin on her face and laughed. She had me and we both knew it. She toyed with me for a few minutes. Each time she took me right to the edge, pulled back, and laughed. When she reached for the lubricant, I showed her how to focus on "la cabeza del ricardo" (the head of the dick). She smiled and after a few minutes play when I was on the edge of ecstasy and overload, she did exactly what I had shown her and took me screaming over the top. She laughed and I laughed. Whoa! I didn't think it was possible and she just did it. It turns out she had been trained and worked in a massage parlor before and really knew what she was doing. What a great find. Another special niche. The woman with the magic fingers. Not only do I enjoy being with her, but we've found her specialty. We fooled around a little and I taught her the words "soft and warm" (suave y tivio). Totally, utterly, completely, relaxed I drifted into a deep, deep sleep. At some point I awoke to her getting dressed to get a taxi to her house. Like in a dream, I closed and locked the door when she left and fell back into a deep, relaxing sleep.

There are only traces of memories from that night available now, but I can still see her clearly through the smoke, an angel in white, moving among the men and offering whatever she had that they needed. "Viva La Adelita!"

Regards,
RickFeliz

RF,

Great report of what is possible with a little strategy, experience, and kindness. Keep it up, you're setting the pace.

Nomar

Rick

Great writing,you and I need to have a beer,we are on the same track. "Strategy,experience and Kindness". Kindness down here has taken me further than I ever thought possible,nice to know there are other people who think and act the same way regarding chica's.Pick the right one,treat her well and you are rewarded ten fold.

Rick:Great report!Without nameing names,is your CC fav from vera cruz+ did she work at AB last year.She sounds familiar.

Hey Rick-nice post man.I was wondering about your fave,in a recent post you sounded like you were having problems,but hey who doesn't have problems with women? 4 times in one night? You stud!! I get
jealous when I read about chicas kissing their mongers,you've obviously got a good thing going with your fave.It was just my luck to get involved
with a high volume,bitter chica.I've started doing another hottie at AB,but this time I'm keeping a tight rein on my emotions,no involvement.I saw my ex at AB the other night and she just looked so unhappy,and I really don't think that it had to do with me being with another chica(I wish!),I just think that her job is getting to her.Anyway,glad to read another of your always fine posts,take it
easy amigo.
Amamenena

Rich Feliz
One of the best report I have ever seen since Out of Towner..
I don't know you write out of fantasy or reality or mixed of them both but it is fantastic..keep up the good work..
Are you on Viagra?

Feliz's report just goes to show you that although you may think you're first in line with a chica, you may not be!

I like the concept of the party bag, but then I gotta lug all that stuff to the zona and then some of it home. I'd just as soon take em out to eat. The only thing I bring for them to eat is my peni!