First Impressions:
My first trip to Adelita's was on Saturday afternoon. After reading all the reports, I thought Saturday afternoon would be dead, but I wanted to get familiar with the area in daylight. Using the trolley from Chula Vista, (I stayed at the Best Western on E street /Bayfront) crossing the border and getting to the taxi stand was no problem in the least. My initial embarrassment of telling the driver where I wanted to quickly faded as we spent the ride chatting about the weather and contrasting Tijuana - San Diego with both our hometowns (his and mine both came off worse than SD/TJ, but then we both agreed what area wouldn't?). My first impression of the street scene outside of Adelita's was one of total mayhem. There were people, vehicles, more people, vendor carts, and more people everywhere. Now I am a Philadelphia boy originally,
some it's not like I've never seen a downtown, but I've never seen anything so chaotic (or vibrant depending on your point of view) before in my life. Kind of reminds me of old photographs of how major US cities were like at the turn of the century.
Anyway, after the initial shock wore off, I really started to enjoy it and spend quite a bit of time just walking around the neighborhood. As advised in many of the postings, I found walking in the street when going down the side alleys to be the smart way to travel, not so much out of fear of being mugged, but because it is so much less crowded. An added bonus is that you get to see the street chicas on both sides of the street at the same time.
I hate to admit this, but when I started to walk around, I almost immediately got disoriented since all the streets are so crowded they start to look alike. I think this is due to a lack of visual landmarks that prominently stand out. Anyway, thanks to the map supplied on the site, I was able to find my way back to Adelita's by way of the Chicago Club. By the way, I would not recommend trying this babe in the woods sight seeing method to anyone after dark. And even during the day you better keep your wits about you. Also take a copy of the map with you, it will prove to be invaluable as many of the locations and landmarks are not easy to spot (for example I never did find the Hotel Najera).
A couple of 1st impressions that stick in my mind, most people were very friendly and seemed willing to help with directions, even those of us that are language challenged. Also even though the area is very run down, and would be slated for demolition in any US city, I have never seen so many private citizens sweeping sidewalks and even the streets in any US city. And if they aren't sweeping, they are polishing their cars. Also watch your step while walking on the sidewalks - uneven, mismatched walkways, steps and curbs seem to be the norm there. On a more comforting note, the police presence is highly visible and frequent. Both patrol cars and foot patrols are common plus the officers have a no nonsense look about them that I found very reassuring. The one amusing image I have indelibly burned into my mind is the sight of the
police substation on Constitucion with at least a half a dozen SG sitting on the steps chatting among themselves and the
officers.
All in all, my impression was one of a fairly safe (with the caveats below), slightly exotic locale that I thoroughly enjoyed. The caveats are pretty much the same I would have for any major inner city, 1) pick pockets do exist, so keep your wallet in your front pocket. 2) Put your eyeballs on a 360 swivel, watch for people watching you, and if walking in the street beware that there are autos competing for the same space you're occupying (and they're bigger). 3) Monitor the crowd, don't go anywhere were there are not other people around and make sure that were you are going has a fair share of tourist types in the mix. (I don't want this to sound racist because it's not meant to be in any manner, but you do not want to stick out like
a sore thumb). One other fact of note - my walking tour was done during the daylight hours only, after dark I restricted myself to the area between Adelita's, Chicago Club and La Tropa, and I was only really comfortable between Adelita's and CC, it gets kind of dark up by La Tropa. Although I didn't try walking down to the next block (Callejon Coahuila) probably would have been OK, that gets you to the Miami Club and Valentinas.
Oh, thats my general impression of the area, for what its worth. Now on to my 1st club experience - Adelita's.
Adelita's
OK, I was done with my walking tour and ready to open the best present I've gotten in years. Walking up to Adleita's you pass two bouncer types and past a heavy light-blocking curtain. The bouncer types are no problem, as a quick smile gets one in return with a "welcome" greeting. Once getting past the curtain you are nearly blind, it is dark in there and it was very bright out on the street. However enough vision does return to quickly make out the interior. Loud, no, make that very loud music greets your ears and as your eyes adjust you see a bar to the right, a dance floor straight ahead and beyond that the famed "hottie central". Upon further inspection, you'll see a secondary bar to the left past the dance floor with a
more tables and a smaller dance floor beyond that. To the right, past the main bar is a fairly large alcove with tables and a third small dance floor. Enough geography. Adelita's had about 25 people in it when I got there (this was about 3:00pm on Saturday June 9 for reference). I would guess that about 15 were women and 10 men. OK, now this is my first time here, I've been looking forward to this for months now. I have been doing "research" for an equal amount of time and have played out this first encounter in my mind a thousand times. (And the lesson of all my scenarios were 1) take it slow 2)scope it out 3)don't make a fool out myself.) Three steps into the room, I feel a hand on my ass, hot breath on my neck, and two mammary glands pressed into my side. There goes lesson 1. Another half step and now I'm swung around (not an easy
task since I'm not a lightweight) this girl (yes I discover it's a girl) now has both hands on my ass, is giving me a full frontal message with her 38dd's and is asking me what is my name and do I like her. (I must have newbie written all over me.) A half hysterical giggle escapes my lips (nothing like this ever happened to me in Pennsylvania - at least not when I was awake anyway.) OK there goes lesson #3. I'm desperately holding on to lesson #2 to now, determined to regain my composure and not make a quick decision. Unfortunately this girl has other ideas and Mom never taught her kids how to deal with this situation. Suave and urban that I am, I attempt to tell her my name as they taught us in high school Spanish class - note to HS maybe we should have practiced this with a girl's hand on our crotch and a tongue in our ear.) Anyway my response came out something close to "llama Bill" which got a momentarily puzzled frown from my partner who was
now busily rubbing my ass and dry humping my leg. (A short time out, I must emphasize that I'm a forty-eight year old fat balding guy, this is like totally outside my life experience here). At this point not getting a comprehensible response from me doesn't deter her in the least. She immediately goes into her sales pitch. "I treat you so good, you never had it like I'm going to give you". My head starts buzzing, had what?, she can't mean what I think she means can she? My God she must! My big head is now having an out and out war with my little head, but at least momentarily my big head wins, "I want to get a drink first" I manage to mumble with as much dignity as I can muster. (Meanwhile, my hands have totally abandoned ship and are freely roaming over the young lady's posterior. A distant voice in the back of my head is saying "you remember reading on the website that you're expected to do a little exploring". I manage a quick assessment of this chica, hmmm, not what I would pick (but not bad, little head chips in), strong Indio features (that part I like a lot), coffee with a lot of cream skin (I really like that), good complexion, slightly plump, hair bleached blonde, (did I say plump?), about 5'5", black sheath dress that looks painted on. Name? I'm sure she had one, but at this point I hardly remembered mine own. Anyway she was not buying my feeble attempt at disengagement, having correctly sized me up as a total rookie. She puts on this incredible pouty face and says "You no like me?" She actually looks hurt, this woman should be an Oscar contender. I stammer, "No I don't mean that, its just" - that's as far as I get, she grabs me even closer, (I might as well be
in the dress with her), sticks her tongue back in my ear, then whispers those magical words we have all been waiting to hear since we were 13, "suckee fuckee for 30 dollars". What's a boy to do? Big head knows when he's whipped, little head takes over negotiations, (which were pointless since little head said it was a done deal), lesson 2 has now gone the way of all flesh and upstairs we go.
Hotel
Upstairs a totally bored guy is sitting behind the counter, my "date" sensing I have no idea of the procedures or possibly not wanting to waste any time, tells me to pay the 11 dollars, she quickly exchanges her "purse" (what use are these silly little things anyway? You could hardly cram a condom in some of them.) for a rolled up towel. We hustle (and I do mean hustle) down the hall to the proper room and in we go. I don't know what I was expecting at this point, my expectations were not the holiday Inn, my hopes were that I would not see a rat on the bead. So I wasn't disappointed or particularly surprised by the room, except perhaps by the presence of the ceramic floor throughout. Anyway, by the time I had the door locked, (the fact that there were 2 knobs threw me for a second), and turned around, my newly found partner had already
started to strip.
Encounter #1
Trying to be joe cool, (yeah right, I've done such a fine job of it up to now), I also start to strip. This is never one of my finest moments (read self description above) but the young lady, being a true professional, doesn't give a shit. Little head now comes up with a stroke of genius that will long live in my personal hall of fame, "Por Ano?" he urges me to say. Both the chica and myself seemed surprised this sudden outburst. By this time I am totally naked and she gives me the old fish eye. Her gaze lingers on my member, and she says "well I normally get 20 but lets say 10". OKAY, I guess having a small dick has it's advantages after all. Also, I noticed her command of the English language has improved remarkably in the last 5 minutes. But who cares, I'm going around the world for 40 bucks. As the more experienced readers will suspect by now, this was a high volume, quick turn-over kind of chica, but being my first in TJ, I really can't complain. After a quick short arm inspection, and the "are you clean" question, we got down to business. (The inspection and quiz in retrospection was rather curious, since no-one else in my entire trip did the same). She was mostly cooperative, allowing me a certain amount of fondling and kissing (but not on the lips), and although she did ask a couple of times if I was done in the various positions (her on top and doggie), there was no insistence that I should be. Oral was pretty much perfunctory, although she did go back down again after her first effort ended. Anal was a first time treat for me and I 'm sure it showed, but she was a trooper
and persevered. We ended after about 25 minutes with a quick shower and mutual promises that we would get together again. All in all not a bad 1st TJ experience and one that I will remember. (I do wish I remembered her name however).
A Curious Epilog
After dressing and finding myself back on the street (and tipping 2 room cleaners a dollar each - I know - I'm only supposed to tip 1, but this is not a job I would want) it's time to walk around some more and regain my bearings. Knowing that I now wanted to come back tonight, I needed to head back to the border to the hotel to make some calls. At this point I glance down to check the time - NO WATCH!!! Goddamn it I "lost" my watch in the room. This is trouble, that watch, while not expensive, will be missed by a certain party who shall remain nameless, and I will be questioned quite closely as to it's absence. More closely than I really would like. What to do? I could try to replace it, but the chances of that are slim to non-existent. After walking around for awhile, trying out one lame excuse after another, I decide what the hell, why not go back to the "hotel" and see if it was turned in. Believe me, I'm laughing at myself every step of the way back. I mount the flight of steps and ask the clerk (who, by the way actually recognizes me) if anyone has actually turned in a watch. (Meanwhile I'm mentally smacking myself silly for 1) "losing" the watch in the first place, 2)being such a smuck as to assume a TJ whorehouse would have a "lost and found" I mean come on, how lame can I be?) And then the most remarkable and amazing thing happens - the clerk asks what room I was in, gets on the walkie talkie with whom I presume was the room cleaner. That guy comes rushing up to the front desk and huddles with the clerk. They break huddle, the guy takes off down the steps. The clerk turns to me and tries to explain something, but then just tells me to follow the first guy
down to Adelitas. I only get down the 1st flight before the guy is coming back up the steps with the watch in his hand. Profuse thanks and a couple of bucks later, I back out on the street with a much improved viewpoint of my fellow man in general, and our neighbors to the south in particular.
Now I did I "forget" my watch or was it "forgotten" for me? I can't say for sure, so I'll assume I forgot it and the young lady was holding it for safe keeping, but it would have been just as easy for everybody to have shrugged their shoulders and sniggered at the dumbass gringo who can't even hold on to his watch.
One more thought on this, I met the young lady the next time I was in Adelitas and either it was totally above board or she is a great actress with brass balls because she did sidled up to me again, recognized me, remembered the watch and did try to establish another session, but that's another story.
Interlude
My afternoon adventures now complete, and with the return of my watch, it's time to make a quick run back across the border to make some calls and a cash run on the local ATM. The return trip is basically uneventful except for an encounter with a fellow passenger waiting for the trolley who after a brief warmup conversation ended up showing me a picture of his girlfriend (a lovely Mexican lass) and admitted that she was (or had been) a working girl in the zone and that telling his family (since they were getting serious) was becoming a real problem. I told him that my opinion was that it was nobody's business but their own what occupation either one of them had or has and why put anyone, his girlfriend, himself or his family through the trauma of discussing it. Anyway that was probably the most interesting and unique conversation I've ever had on a trolley. Shame I didn't think of getting an e-mail address, I would have liked to continue our discussion. Anyway, after making my necessary calls, a little dinner and a nap (still dealing with the after-effects of a 13 hour drive to get here) I was ready to get back into the fray for an Evening session in TJ.
Evening In TJ
Back to Adelita's the trolley trip (BTW doesn't anyone ever check for tickets on this thing?) and taxi ride are pretty uneventful. The Zona at sundown, its really getting crowded now, but it's not quite as hot and there's a nice breeze blowing. Nice time to walk around, which I do. Some of the SG's are looking pretty good, but I'm not ready for that kind of negotiating yet (as I proved on my earlier trip). So after a stroll around the area (basically the same ground I covered before, and yes I managed to get disoriented again), it's back to Adelitas. A line and a $2 cover charge greets me at the door, I get handed a beer, which I exchange for a soda, and I'm back inside. This time it's a totally different world, wall to wall guys so packed
you can hardly move. At first I'm really bummed out, must be ten guys to every chica in here, I figure there's no shot at a really outstanding chica. Pepsi in hand, I wander around looking for a quite corner. As I wander I notice a couple of things, 1) plenty of chicas, plenty of good looking chicas making eye contact everytime I pass - OK this is good, no, in fact this is very good. 2) Over half the guys, and mostly younger guys are studiously ignoring the chicas, talking to each other trying to act macho. I feel like I'm back in high school. What idiots, well if they don't know what to do with their dicks, at least I do.
This time I am going to follow the three rules. As a matter of fact, I promise myself at least a half hour observation time before making a move. There are several chicas that are making little head perk up, but I'm looking for one I saw on my earlier trip in the day. She was sitting alone in the alcove beyond the main bar. She was young, looked about 18 or so red tank top slacks, short sandy hair about 105 and 5'3" looks like a high schooler. I had spoken to her earlier and I thought she said her name was Fabalousa (or perhaps that was the type of session she was going to give me, - my Spanish isreally bad). (Ed. NOTE - Thanks to a fellow traveler, Farsider, this chica's name has been clarified, it's Faviola. But we'll let the story stand as is). Anyway Fab is nowhere to be seen. Time to do another circle. A beautiful, and I mean beautiful young goldenskinned girl catches my eye, slim, long straight black hair, about 5'5" B cups, big brown eyes, mouthful of sparkling white teeth, beautiful shy smile. She is buried in the corner by the men's room. Next to her is a guy and his girl. Or at least it seems that way, I can't believe some idiot gringo would bring his girlfriend to Adelitas. He's watching the room like a hawk, every once in a while he'll lean over a say something to the girl, never taking his eyes off of the scene. She'll look at him and smile every time his says something but this guy is a total smacked ass, he basically ignoring her. She is definitely worth some attention too. Short, about 5'2", medium reddish blonde hair (looks natural - eyebrows are light too (ok - so I got a real good look, he wasn't paying any attention to her)), a nicely filled out figure with c/d cups, nice brown eyes, a quick smile and a nice Southern California tan, age about 28. Oh well, not my problem, but I can see a potential fight if some drunk gringo hits on her hard. Well one more circle, this is getting more and more difficult due to the increasing crowd. Still no Fab so I wander over to the men's room area where my luck is holding, golden girl is still there. I catch her eye and get a quick smile in return. I walk over and try some of my half-assed Spanish on her (God I wish I would have paid more attention in that class). She knows very little English either. I do manage to make it plain that I would like to find a table and
buy her a drink, she nods and smiles at this and starts to scan for an open table. (Fat chance of this). However she does spot one across the room near the ladies room that just has here friend sitting at it so off we go. One side note on this, remember, golden girl is standing next to that idiot's girlfriend who has been listening to my feeble attempts at picking up this 18 year old. As golden girl is scanning the room, I happen to glance at idiot's girlfriend. She gives me this little smile and almost a giggle. Oh man, do I feel like a shit, how embarrassing I'm old enough to be golden girl's father. But I get over it and follow golden girl to the table she is busily evicting her friends from.
Gariela
As we sit the waiter is there like he popped out of the floor. We order a round and I suddenly realize that other than slobbering all over this girl, I have no game plan. It doesn't matter though, she seems content to watch me struggle through an introduction. Lots of smiles and giggles puts me at ease. A neat trick that worked was to have her write down her name on a pad. This serves several purposes 1) it allowed me to look at her name and sound it out phonetically, 2) it seemed to amuse her that I would want it or take this much trouble to get her name right, 3) allows me to report back to you guys accurately. Anyway, Gariela is from Sonora and I believe she said she was new to town. I asked her her age and she hesitated and said 21. I laughed and told her noway, and she admitted to 20. (I still think 18 is closer to the mark). She asked the same questions of me. Our conversations lapsed to silence with just smiles as we watched the crowd and listened to the music. She ended up rubbing my inner thigh as I messaged her back. I felt like a teenager
again, what a great time! Finally drinks done, she asks if I would like to go upstairs. I of course say yes and ask how much? She says 50 and I for some reason (maybe this website's influence) counter with an offer of 40. Much to my amazement and before I can mentally kick my ass for bargaining, she quickly says OK. (This is the stuff of wet dreams here, this girl is a young beauty and I can easily fool myself into thinking she's eager to go upstairs.) We make our slow way to the door, this cute young thing holding on to my hand like her life depended on it A word to the bouncer to ensure I can get back in without paying another 2 dollars, and upstairs we go. Once in the room she turns on that 100watt smile and starts a slow strip. This is great, but I want some tactile contact with that warm, taunt, fresh flesh. Now this is what I've always considered would be the moment of truth in the session. See I'm a foreplay, fondle, and kiss kind of guy and from my readings I have gathered that this can be a problem in these situations. Another words, some chicas just don't go for that type of material. Gariela however doesn't seem to have a problem with any of this except frenching. I start by moving her hair away from one side of her neck slowly working my way around her neck from ear to ear. This does elicit a giggle which after a frazzled (on my part) second she explains through gestures was due to my stubble. (I had forgotten to shave this afternoon.) We continue with this for awhile, and either it's having the desired effect on her (breathing rate has increased and gotten shallower with increased color in face and upper chest) or she is a great actress. Or I'm imagining the whole thing, but it doesn't matter because I'm having a lot of fun. Her nipples are hard (quite tasty too) and she now is actually following my lead by kissing my face, neck and nipples. She gestures me to the bed and after I lay down on it covers me with a condom and gives an energetic if less than skilled blow job. I don't want to lose my load this early so I stop her and we cuddle for a few moments while I regain control over little head. We then go through cowgirl for awhile and finish up with doggie. She is nice and tight and when I entered her from behind I get a sigh and then I get a squeak after every thrust. She gets very wet and I'm going assume for my own gratification that she orgasmed at this point. I certainly did shortly thereafter and collapsed on the bed. An image I'll never forget is that beautiful golden skin as I pound into her with her shiny black hair in a disarray on the pillow. What a wonderful time I've had with this young girl, my fantasy couldn't have been any better (except that I would have been a 100 pounds lighter and 3 inches longer and had the stamina of a horse). Smiles all around, a shower, a kiss (even a little tongue!) and we're done. A tip is offered and gratefully accepted (another kiss and smile). We are out of there and back on the street - I feel like a million dollars, Gariela, with a touch on my hand and a quick smile heads back to Adelitas. I stand outside for a few minutes to get my breath back and to thank the Lord for my good fortune. It's time to take another look at Adelitas, but that's another story.
Interlude
Back into Adelita's , past the bouncers without any problems. It's even more crowded now than earlier. Lot's of guys milling around, Tecante beer can in hand working hard at not looking at the chicas (why are they here anyway?). I circle the room once, lots of really fine chicas just standing around. A smile and a small wave from Gariela as I pass. I find a quiet (relatively speaking) corner to just observe since it will be awhile before I can go again. It's amusing to watch the chica with whom I had my afternoon session with hit on every warm body that enters the door. She comes over to me, recognizes me, asks me if I have any friends (maybe she gives out group discounts) and when she sees I'm not interested, drifts away. California girl and her boyfriend have disappeared and still no appearance of Fab. The strip show comes on and the girl while pretty good looking, my attention wanders. Feeling my oats I decide it's time to take a walk over to the Chicago Club.
God it's good to get outside , it's a bit cooler than inside Adelita's, plus its blessedly quiet. I cross the street right outside the door and walk down the block to the corner. Cross Constitucion and into the club. Chicago Club atmosphere is totally different, much quieter and fewer people by about a factor of 10. The chicas are different too, but the differences are hard to pinpoint really. The do seem better dressed, a little (ok - maybe a lot) more sophisticated. Are they better looking? Maybe, but I found some very lovely ladies at Adelitas (see above) and there are many more to chose from. However, on a scale of 1 to 10, chica for chica, Chicago is probably 1 point (maybe 1.5) above Adelita's. I walk the bar and find a corner to tuck myself in all at the end of the bar. A very attractive chica comes over and introduces herself as Sandy. Sandy speaks quite good English and fits my Chicago preconceptions. A little older than I normally would like but very nice. However, I'm in no condition yet to rock and roll so I regretfully decline Sandy's offer to go sit at a table. This doesn't bother her in the least and she repositions herself to intercept the next guy in the door. I compare Sandy to the chica at Adelitas that uses the same technique of hitting on everyone who enters the door, and yep, Chicago, in this instance is way ahead of its competition. Makes me wish I had entered Chicago Club before Adelitas this afternoon, but then I remember this afternoon there was nobody in the Chicago Club. I stay about an half hour in Chicago Club just watching the action. I amuse myself by eavesdropping on 2 mongers at the bar. The one keeps making the rounds of the room and coming back to report to the other which one he wants to hit on. Every time he comes back its a different chica. He's so excited and happy, that I realize this is what I must look like too. Oh well, another guy living out his fantasy. Now that I'm in a quieter place I notice that there really isn't much traffic out the door, another words lots of guys, lots of fine chicas but I'm not seeing lines to get to the chicas. I'm not sure what I expected to see exactly, but I thought I'd see more thru traffic.
Anyway, after about an half hour I decide to move on and my next target is La Tropa. This bar had guys passing out handouts earlier in the day. I struck up a conversation with one of these guys, Franco a Norte American, and thought I'd wander up there to see if he was around. When I got there, La Tropa was dead, and no sign of Franco. One quick look around was enough to convince me that my best bet was back at Adelitas. On the walk back I was tempted but resisted taking a quick peek at the night SG. This seems like something best left to those with greater experience than me. I continue down Calle Coahuila to Adelitas. On the way I'm feeling brave enough to try a taco from one of the cart vendors outside of Adelita's. This is a calculated risk on my part because I leave the area tomorrow, and am faced with a 4 - 5 hour drive followed by a marathon plane flight (with stop overs) of 9 hours before hitting home. So Montezuma's revenge is something I really want to avoid. I finally give in to a shoe shine after passing these guys about ten times today. The guy spends like 15 minutes on my beat up old leather sneakers and when he's done, has them looking better than new.
Adelitas (Again)
The bouncers are there but are no longer charging a cover so there no problem getting in. Still loud, still crowded, still hot. I grab a coke and a seat at the bar. Now it's time for an evaluation: I've had two good sessions today, I'm I really able to go a third? I decide that only if I find something really nice will I go for the hat trick. If not, I still have tomorrow morning up to about 2 or 3 o'clock to check out the zone one last time. This is a calculated risk on my part, since I've heard that Sunday's are dead in the Zone, but my stamina isn't what it was 20 years ago either. So this logic has a sort of liberating effect on me, allowing me to really enjoy the scene. If anything it's getting even louder and more boisterous, the strip is on again this time a chica in a silver outfit is really putting on a show for the ringside tables. She soon has her top off and is rubbing her 38's in the patrons faces. Good times! I take a saunter around the room. Couple of really nice chicas that I noticed before are absent, I guess some of my fellow men have actually determined what their dicks are for. Over by the men's room I meet 2 guys from the states, totally amazed, as I am, at the action and the candy. (And the easy availability of the candy). They introduce themselves and we talk for a few minutes, but it so crowded and noisy (the stripper is really got the crowd going now) that intelligible conversation is almost impossible. Then the most amazing thing to happen on my trip occurs. While standing with my two fellow mongers, I see her again, the girl that I had supposed was with her boyfriend earlier. This time she is by herself! Could it be? Could she actually be a working chica? I separate myself from my new friends, I'm usually not so rude, and I really would have liked to compare notes and impressions with these two guys, but I have to check this out. She is standing right next to the men's room entrance, next to two chicas, less than 6 feet away. She seems engrossed in the strip show, occasionally making a quick comment to her friend. It's definitely the same girl, even without recognizing the outfit, (a black skirt with a white see-thru blouse (not as revealing as it sounds, like I said, earlier I had mistaken her for a guest), the quick smile and laugh are a dead give away. OK, assessment time, little head is up for it, but is making no commitments on level of service. Still this girl, with her California tan, reddish blonde hair and girl next door looks and outgoing personality (this last is a guess on my part) is hard-wired right into every fantasy since I was 14. (OK, not every fantasy - but a lot of them). She is a little older than I had initially thought, maybe 30 or so. After a quick vote of all my participating body parts we are going to go in and make contact.
Nadia
As I had hoped (and not surprising really, this is her line of work) an approach got me a quick smile and her full attention. I ask her if she would like to sit and have a drink, she laughs and shakes her head side to side (my heart sinks) but not in negative, only in not understanding (my heart starts beating again). I motion to the tables, her face lights ups and laughs and nods yes (as if - why what a novel idea, why now that I think about it that would be great fun (this girl is good)). We circle around the 2nd bar and as we do she has a quick word with a waiter who (of course) manages to find an open table. As we get into the booth we order drinks and she sits next to me laughs and has a smile like she is really enjoying herself and is looking forward to whatever comes next. I quickly determine that her English is as good as my Spanish. So this is going to be a little more difficult than I had thought and more limited than I had hoped. This girl aside from her beauty attracts on another level. Although I don't know her, her personality, even from what I've seen at this point is such that I really would just like to talk for awhile. But we make do with what fortune gives us. We struggle through an exchange of basic information, I find out that her name is Nadia, and she is from Mexico City. Beyond that, everything else is pure guesswork. Nadia's physical characteristics however are not guesswork. Now that I get a chance to see her up close, they are as follows, about 5"2", weight about 100 (I'm really bad about this, she not slender but in no way would I call her fat, but not a dancer's body (leg/torso proportion wrong)), natural reddish blonde hair (this I'm sure about (the natural part)), big brown eyes, c/d cups and her age is somewhere in the late 20's to early 30s. We cuddle for a little, watching the floor show. She actually gives me a little peck on the cheek at one point. After our beers are done and our conversation having long since finished, she asked (as if it just occurred to her) would I like to go upstairs? I say yes (with some internal trepidation - I really would like to perform well for both our sakes). She quotes a $50 price. I could have bargained I guess, but I'm totally captivated by her personality now. It's worth the $10 more to keep the GFE illusion going. As we leave (another nice touch - she lets me more or less lead her out), I'm hoping the GFE illusion will continue upstairs.
Once in the room, she makes sure the blinds are totally shut. (I hadn't realized it at the time, but those little suckers that clean the room are peeping toms). I think she tries to explain this to me but it goes right over my head. She stands momentarily in front of me, close, tilts her head up at me, and melts me with those brown eyes. I'm starting to ache for her. I motion with my finger from my lips to hers (hoping to get across the question does kiss on the lips). She laughs and backs away, turning around and going to little table for some toilet paper, then proceeds to wipe off all of her lipstick. Well, this isn't good, I didn't get my point across at all. She comes back and with a smile positions herself as before so I decide to take a more direct route by just trying. She doesn't seem to mind kissing on the lips at all, although at first she seems reluctant to do french. We continue to makeout in this fashion (we are still fully dressed and standing) for awhile. As I kiss her on the lips and neck, she seems to loose some of her earlier reluctance and does french. (I do get the feeling though that this is not a normal thing for her because at times she's revert momentarily back to closed mouth kisses and switch back. Is this a cultural thing?) Eventually she breaks, giggles says something (probably we better get started or we'll run out of time, but who knows), and starts undressing. I do the same (she doesn't run from the room but does eye me critically and say something about me being very white (no nude sunbathing for this boy)). She motions to the bead and we lay down. She gets down to work immediately with some of the best oral I've ever had. Even covered this is great, she makes constant eye contact, and licks my balls as well. Plus, she seems to be enjoying herself to the point where I have to tell her to stop. I pull her up towards me and we kiss for a while then she mounts me. What a nice sight, a fine sweat has broken out on her face, her eyes are half closed and she is really getting into this. We switch to doggie (this is my normal finish move) and I'm ready to pull the trigger. I discover I've got nothing. Age, my 2 previous sessions and my long journey have left me with no ammo (actually it was that damn taco - I know it was). We pause and try a third position (me standing, her on the bed, rump padded with the pillow to bring her close to my level.) I'm really getting tired now I'm frantically pumping for all I'm worth, put all I got is blanks. I try to explain this (try it sometime in a foreign language you don't know) but she seems to understand on her own and after some more necking we finish off with some slow and soothing doggie. She let's me continue at my own pace until I stop on my own, no pressure to finish or perform here. When I indicate I'm done, she gets up, pats my member and says something with a smile. I Sheepishly try to explain again but she just waves me off with a grin and gives me a big kiss with tongue (I guess this means don't worry about it.) We both shower and while in there I decide this is the girl for tomorrow's farewell tour. Asking her if she planned to be at Adelita's on Sunday takes some time, but we finally agree to meet at 12:00 Noon (or at least I hope we agree to meet then). I tip her and we leave, I for a taxi back to the border, her back to Adelitas.
Sunday at Adelita's
Once more back across the border, my last chance since I have to catch a flight out of Vegas at midnight. I arrive at about 11:00, half expecting Adelitas to be closed. (What will I do then, I wonder, just walk around till it opens I suppose). But I needn't have worried, Adelita's open, albeit much quieter than Saturday afternoon, hard to imagine this is the same place I was in last night. After I walk in and allow my eyes to adjust I survey the room. About a dozen guys are roaming around and at least that many girls. Nadia is not one of them. However, I do see a familiar face, Fab is back. All the time I spent looking for her last night, now here she is. And she is not alone, she seems to be with an amiga. What a find this girl is: about 5'7" or so, short black hair (shoulder length), light olive complexion, very athletic build (a dancer's body) brown eyes b cups, looks no more than 18, if that. Anyway almost immediately Fav spots me and comes right over. Her english while not expansive is pretty good. She wants to know where I got to yesterday, I in turn ask were she was last night. We exchange small talk for a bit then she pops the question. Now yesterday I really did have the hots for Fav, and I still wouldn't mind a session with her, but I really do want to wait for Nadia. I explain this to Fav, who makes a face and says "she's old" like she can't believe I'm waiting for her. She then laughs and wanders back to Hottie central to continue a discussion with her amiga. As I wait I do another quick survey of the room. The chicas in general look like a younger crowd than last night. Several look like they just got out of high school. This is right up my alley and if I hadn't made prior arrangements, I'd be licking my chops. (Actually I am licking my chops). Business is slow and several very acceptable chicas are trying to make eye contact. I really would like to wait for Nadia but this is really torture. To make matters worse Fav returns with her amiga. She smiles and and stands next to the booth were I am sitting, meanwhile her girlfriend stands right in front of me, her back to me, her butt about 6 inches from my face. And what a lovely butt it is. She has on white slacks with a black top, those white slacks are skin tight and it's all I can do to stop myself from pulling her back those 6 inches and dry fucking her right there in the booth. This girl is driving me crazy and still no Nadia. It's now 12:00, I glance at my watch, Fav sees me and laughs both girls now move to the booth in front of me. The amiga keeps trying to catch my eye. Fav keeps looking at me and motioning to her amiga as if pimping for her. I've decided that if Nadia doesn't show by 12:30 I'm going to make other arrangements and that those arrangements are right there in front of me. I briefly toy with the idea of a double header but knowing my physical and monetary condition decide not to risk it. This is getting unbelievable, Fav's amiga is ignoring me, but lying (no, actually posing) on the table in front of me. Full recline on the table, legs slightly apart with one leg bent at the knee. Pose straight out of Playboy. I know my face is getting red, I just hope I don't have drool running down my chin. Fav is now openly laughing at me. I'm just about to pull the string when in walks Nadia. I have to give these Chicas credit, as soon as Nadia showed, Fav and her amiga disappeared, no hesitancy at all. Nadia gives me a big smile and a kiss points to her watch (it's now 12:25) and says something. Not that it matters, I'm just happy to see her and I am reminded all over again as to why I thought she was so special last night. We sit at a booth and she orders a beer. When the waiter returns the only ugly incident of my Tijuana experience happens. The waiter over charges me for her drink (plus he changes me again for my soda) he starts to get nasty about it. Now normally I am quite capable of getting nasty right back but I don't because 1) I generally don't like scenes 2) Nadia here and I really want to spend my time with her, 3) I only have a couple of hours left. So I through another $6 on the tray and wave him off. (This still rankles me and now I wish I would have made an issue of it, this guy was a real asshole). Anyway the waiter leaves, Nadia can sense I'm pissed, so grabs both of my hands and kisses me. We enjoy ourselves for awhile trying to make small talk that neither one of us understands. I reach for my hat and notice that its gone. Damn, first my watch now my hat. I take a quick walk through of the place but can't find it - who cares we're ready to go upstairs. (If anybody finds a white colorado(not Colorado baseball team, just a touristy type emblem) baseball cap at Adelita's it's mine
">, actually leave it there I'd like to think of it having some fun at Adelita's :>) Upstairs Nadia (who is dressed in a red see-though blouse today) picks up where left off yesterday (A funny incident - When I first try to kiss her on the lips, she backs away, shaking her finger at me, turns, grabs some toilet tissue and wipes off her lipstick. Great, my signature memory for her will be a hangup regarding lipstick). We slowly undress and make our way to the bed. This session is much like the last great oral, total GFE for me. But boy is that room hot, it's about 1:00 and it must be 90 degrees in the room. We are both soon covered with a fine layer of sweat, not that it makes any difference to us. We finish with doggie and this time I'm able to deliver. We shower dress and finish up the financials. (BTW at no point today did Nadia mention money, another reason why I'm still daydreaming about this girl).
When return to the bar, we sit and talk for awhile. Nadia at one point brings over another chica (thank god it wasn't Fav) to do some basic translating. The main question she has is how long will I be staying in San Diego. She seems disappointed that I'm leaving today and asks when I will be returning. When I answer through the interpreter chica that I may (actually probably) never return she seems genuinely sad. (OK, so most of this last part is probably wishful thinking on my part, but leave me with my illusions. Or even more cynically maybe she is sad, I just tipped her pretty generously). We sit for a while, but this is really doing me no good, I'm getting more depressed by the minute so it's time to wrap it up. I lean over kiss Nadia on the lips, hold her hands, look deeply into her eyes and thank her very much. Queue the sad music in the background, I get up and leave without looking back. This ends my adventures in Tijuana, and that final act is one of the most difficult things I have ever done in my life.
Conclusions:
1. This is one of the most wonderful times I have ever had in my life. Although I can see where and how you can get into trouble, I never really felt at risk at any time during my visit.
2. These chicas are not at all like the working girls in the states. For the most part (and I know there are many exceptions to this) these girls are doing this for the money of course, but also to make a better life for themselves and their families. (Now I'm restricting myself to the girls in the bars, not street girls, I have no experience with Tijuana SGs). These girls are more comparable to our medium priced escort service girls. In my mind this several cuts above a US SG. Also I saw no, and I mean NO indication of any drug use among any of the bar girls. The girls I saw without exception were personally clean, friendly and enjoyed their work. They certainly deserve some respect and consideration from us when we are lucky enough to visit.
3. Some of these girls are extremely young. I'm no perv, but what a wonderful time I had with Gariela. Such a refreshing attitude and honestly tried to please as well as enjoy during our session. And there were a dozen Garielas there (particularly on Sunday afternoon). I still regret greatly not taking Fav up on her offer of her girlfriend (or her for that matter).
4. If you can only make arrangements for a single trip, be prepared to deal with the realization that your trip will end and you will have to return to your mundane life. This is said only partly in jest, I really did leave with great sadness and I'm still working through Post-Tijuana depression.
5. I love the idea of a shower immediately after sex. Particularly since those rooms are not air conditioned.
6. Among my regrets: 1. I didn't budget enough time for my taste of Tijuana. I spent a wasted Friday night in SanDiego, where I could have been at AB. 2. I didn't have a session with Faviola's girlfriend (This is a major regret), 3. I didn't have a session with Faviola herself. 4. I didn't take a camera and get some pictures.
7. Among the items I wish I had taken with me (aside from more money and time, of course) is a camera, a notepad to record impressions on the spot (and names of chicas, this part I did do in the later part of my trip), my own condoms, hygienec wipes (for use after sex - can't be too careful and bring enough to share with partners) a Spanish-english dictionary (small pocket sized).
8. Spanish phrases that I'll want to know next time:
Where are you from?
How old are you? Followed by "You don't look that old" (Probably works as well in TJ as it does here. And judging by some of the young beauties down there, probably true)
Do you come from a big family? How many brothers and sisters?
How long have you been in Tijuana? (This will get a handle on how long she's been a pro).
These would all be nice ice breakers to help built up the anticipation of a session. Understanding the answers with the help of a dictionary could be a lot of fun also. It also shows an interest in the chica beyond sex, and as with any human being, showing an interest in a person as a person will generate good will, and if your lucky, translate into a better session. And who knows, you may learn something.
Gariela
A beautiful, young golden skinned chica. Slim, a dancers' body. Long straight black hair, about 5'5" B cups, big brown eyes, mouthful of sparkling white teeth, beautiful shy smile. Looks to be 18 but says she's 20. No hardware or tats. Body firm, and tight. From Sonora, speaks very little english. Kinda shy but good GFE. Will kiss but no open mouth. Seems to enjoy some foreplay and caressing. BJ amatuer but enjoyable. Did her on top and doggie. Excellent session. Be nice to her, she's very gentle.
Nadia
Short, about 5'2", medium reddish blonde hair - natural, a nicely filled out figure with c/d cups, nice brown eyes, a quick smile and a very light olive complexion with a nice Southern California tan, age about 30. Weight about 100 (I'm really bad about this, she not slender but in no way would I call her fat, but not a dancer's body (leg/torso proportion wrong). Great personality, quick smile, sparkling eyes and a nice laugh/giggle. Almost no english. From Mexico City. Fantastic GFE. Very girl next door type. Gives great bj, great eye contact. Seems to love her work, really gets into it. Body not in perfect shape, a little flab, but a great session. Enjoys kissing, will french although it doesn't seem to come to her naturally. Likes foreplay. Be nice to her, a favorite.