Mid-Week Madness Thursday September 18, 2003

My laundry was piling up, and I knew I wouldn't be able to visit Tijuana's La Zona Friday night, because I was going to have to do laundry Saturday morning - a month's worth.

So Thursday afternoon I found myself day-dreaming of the new BBBJ resource I had found - old, ugly, but reasonably priced, dedicated, skillful, has a current health card, and does NOT use drugs.

Memories overpowered my personal dedication to my employer, so I called my boss and asked for an hour off. (This was necessary to return home, wash up, grab some bucks, and still get to Tijuana early enough to beat the traffic.)

He said OK, so I jumped into my piece-of-crap truck ('81), ran home, then onward to San Ysidro, parked at "World" parking, and walked across.

Took a $5 cab to centro, dumped off my stuff (had deliveries to make) at a caseta telefonica that I use as a paqueteria, and walked towards my "resource".

We entered the Hotel (90 pesos for one hour) and immediately began. A happy hour later I emerged, sans tattoo. (As in screwed, blewed, and tattoo'd).
I had been thoroughly serviced and completely emptied of vital fluids. ($40 for one hour)

Somewhere in all of this I noticed that I hadn't shaved in 24 hours and had sandpaper cheeks.

There was nothing to detain me. I had originally planned to make a few deliveries and return home early, but I sauntered over to Club LapDance for a while.

"LLD" (Lady LapDance) was not there, as Thursday is her day off. Sucked a dancer's tits ($1.00 each) while she was dancing on-stage. Rubbed the Paloma's back for a while.

Then I walked around a while, looking for the (working) girls to whom I owed deliveries (CDs & bras this week). All the several girls, I found only one.

I went to my favorite ficha bar and it was empty, apart from a few hard-core whores. So I danced a few tunes with a girl young enough to be my granddaughter and went out to eat.

When I returned, that "new girl" from the other week was there We danced. I told her that as I was only there to dance, if a regular client came in she could leave me without hurting my feelings.

As often happens, I leaned into her and she just hung on. I kissed her cheek and she just smiled. I said "Hotel - $20 for 30 minutes" and she said "Si".

What the hell I was going to do up there, I had no idea. My over-worked dick had shrunk to the size of my thumb.

When we went to the hotel I upped the ante to an hour for $40. This was the incomparable "Hotel Colon" - aptly named as it's a real shit-hole. We were directed to an upstairs room.

(As these rooms [in contrast to the "short-time" rooms] are often used overnight by druggies, there are often small glass fragments from broken light bulbs covering the beds and the floor - I got a nasty cut once there.)

After checking for glass, I shucked off all my clothes in a flash an she began to undress. When she got down to bra & panties, I had her stop so I could enjoy the view a while.

Later, she slipped out of the last of her clothes. My jaw dropped. I had forgotten how nice she was. We touched, stroked and talked to each other. She slipped on the condom.

I had her get on top, then after a bit I said "Better here (my face), than there (my cock), I believe. She wouldn't do it.

We positioned ourselves for "missionary", and I sucked her breasts, tongued her belly button, then run my tongue across the top of her pubic hair at her waist.

I went further down and she didn't resist - her legs were very wide apart - there was plenty of room to enjoy this repast. Ever mindful of my higher education, I sorted out my ABCs, trying to remember those added latin letters. (Latinas seem to love the " ņ ".

(Earlier she had admitted to a boyfriend, and ...) I asked her did her boyfriend do this to her ("No"), and had she ever been eaten by anyone ("No"). I believed the first answer, but not the second

After a turn or two (through the alphabet), she started having a well-spaced series of little convulsive shakes - silently. Sweet juices cascaded down my tongue, into my throat and down my chin.

I sucked her snatch for better than 45 minutes. One time her breasts even had the shakes - one at a time. No noise though (I'm gonna' have to work on that).

I've seen plenty of Zona girls fake it (those that bother at all). This girl wasn't faking. More shakes, more moves, and then - the big one.

I did my "silver-tongued, romantic devil" best and quipped "Bet you look at old fat fuckers a little differently now, eh ?" She agreed, smiling.

All of this did manage to recreate a woody for me, so we screwed (she insisted on the condom - like it mattered after what we had done), but the well was dry. Oh Well, back to gentle pussy sucking.

When we were down to 2 minutes, I tried my "God, I'd like to spend another hour doing this, but I only have enough money for the hotel" line. She didn't bite.

We returned to the club and danced a few, I proposed dinner and we went to Lorena's (Hotel Enva building). (I had tuna salad, of course.)

After eating, I had just enough for my cab so I returned to the states - smiling.

Pauncho

p.s. I thank my lucky stars that my favorita didn't work that night. I hate to disappoint her. I just love her to pieces, but the truth is - she doesn't like to fuck that much.

After a turn or two (through the alphabet), she started having a well-spaced series of little convulsive shakes - silently. Sweet juices cascaded down my tongue, into my throat and down my chin.

A wonderful story, filled with drama and pathos. Why did you (of course) have a tuna salad?

Senor Pauncho,

Another very good story.
Love the I'd like to spend another hour.... line.
Very creative.

But what was her name?

It is easier to relate to a story with a name of the chica and a name of the bar.
Without a name I mine as well be reading Penthouse Magazine.





(Message edited by maximus743 on September 20, 2003)

I,m selfish. She's all mine til I'm through with her (or vice-versa).

But I pass down some pretty good seconds at times.

Also, this is to show that even an old, fat man who "couldn't get laid in a whore house with a fifty dollar bill" (as they used to say...) can have an acceptable time in Tijuana.

A hint - If you saw a fat bastard in restaurant la Diferencia at about 8:00 PM through 9:30 PM Saturday night with a nice looking (but rather "erect") latina, you know what she looks like.

And for those who read me often, I peppered the report with hints as to who and where.

Go find your own, so I can cry when i read your adventures.

LOVE - OR SOMETHING LIKE IT

Saturday, September 19, 2003

So I went back looking for her and she claimed OTR status - took her to dinner instead (see above), then danced the night away.

Went back Friday September 25th, and got the same story. Was she bull shitting me ? I asked her if she gave blow jobs and she said "No." What the hell, I took her to the room anyway, cuddled for an hour, and paid full price.
(Yeh, I know - What an idiot) Did the same thing Saturday.

Saturday, Oct 4, 2003
I skipped Friday night, went to the Santee swapmeet again Saturday morning, and showed up in the zona about 5 PM. Went to "Club LapDance" and did a lapdance with "LDD" (lady lapdance - see thread -Off-Topic-: -Relationships- Is My Stripper "Girlfriend" a Whore ?), returned to my ficha bar and spotted the "new girl" dancing with another patron.

Ran to my hotel, shat, showered & shaved, returned to the bar. She was still dancing. I grabbed a tall blond, danced 4 tunes and saw her partner pulling out his money. I paid off my partner, finished dancing the song, and walked over to her and asked her to dance.

We danced about 5 songs and I couldn't wait any longer. "Let's go to the hotel", I said. We walked over to my nearby hotel. I told her that I missed her, her touches, her smile, & her presence at my side.

I gave her a few token gifts (3 Cds and some calzones [underwear]).

I told her that I was looking for a favorita. I wanted BBBJ, bareback sex, & GFE (I just described it - didn't use the term), and that I wouldn't pay her more (than $40/hour), but that I would usually spend 2 hours with her and I would treat her right (I meant kindly - we both knew that mucho ABCDario would ensue [DATY]). Please note that she is normally fanatical about condom use.

I showed her my latest test results (Pauncho's "tarjeta de salud), she showed me hers, and then she started to grill me about the last time I did a chica without a condom. I fudged a little on the answers, but told her that if she would feel more comfortable I would get tested again soon.

We lay down and talked, cuddled and she headed south and started playing with little paunchito. She rubbed my cock all over her tits, nibbled and kissed it. A little like a BBCJ, but when I looked, sometimes it wasn't in her mouth, and sometimes it was. She did the "hot air" trick that I taught my LapDance friends, but she did it to my cock, not my ear. An artful blow job for ure

After a while I told her to assume the "69" position (I had to explain), and I started to munch her in earnest. After a while I got so interested in what I was doing, I was missing out on her special services.

I finally told her to change positions and sit on my face. This is a great way to find out what she likes as she controls the movement. She had a few orgasms - 2 BIG ones. But intercourse was "condom only". I guess that this chica's idea of sexual health is a touch odd.

After the emotional fulfillment of her pleasure, and the damned condom, I couldn't come. But I had a VERY happy face. Afterwards, she gravely thanked me for being so clean.

We went back to the bar, danced a few, and I returned to my hotel to sleep alone.

Sunday, October 5th, 2003

PAUNCHO ENAMORADO

This was the day of LLD's brother's birthday party. It was to start at 6:00 pm (New girl's starting time at the bar). So I had told her I'd see her after the party.
I showed up at the house (next door to LLD's) and played with the kids - for 4 hours (algo sucedio). LLD's little girl (my favorite female in Mexico - age 4) affectionately called me "Papi Lindo" and made my day.

It was a small intimate party (15 family members, LLD's boyfriend, & I ) and rather low key. I left about 11:30 pm, and returned to my hotel, bathed again, and went to my fichera bar looking for the new girl.

She was there & she was occupied. But a while later we danced. In the middle of the first song I said "Do you want to dance first, and then go to the hotel ?, or just go now ?" It was a little late so she said "Let's go".

When we got to the room, she cleaned up, came to bed and said "Go ahead and hop on. After last night, I don't think I have any left." (I didn't have much energy either.)

I asked her if she had ever given head with a flavored condom. She said "No." (We used strawberry). After a while I told her to stop. I started DATY.

I proved her wrong about her capacity. She was passive, just plain ole "Look at the top of my head DATY". But she responded wholeheartedly.

We talked, snuggled, kissed, stroked, etc. She can't keep her hands off of me (OK, she's damn professional, OK). I extended from 2 hours to 3 hours. We slept a little, and she left. I went to bed.

Monday, October 6, 2003

I got up about 10:00 AM, had breakfast, went to 5 y 10 to buy a few CDs for my small-but-growing library, returned to my hotel, bathed, gave up the room, put my bag into a paqueteria and walked around.

Went to Club LapDance and did a lapdance with "LLD". Walked down into La Zona and walked the alley and encountered Rocio. Nothing special, but I liked her face and she made my dick hard. For 100 pesos (+ 30 for the room) we went into Hotel Eduardo.

Fully naked, all positions (with condom), tit sucking, hugs, etc. It was nice. I extended 30 minutes more for 200 pesos (+ 30 more for the room).

A fat little dickens, but really likable. I suppose she's a lower tier chica. She asked me why I chose her. The answer is that she didn't look like a whore to me, & I liked her face and her smile. One kid, but noticably snug. (Enough to make me come in a condom)

Had lunch, went to my "I used to be a nurse" SG and got a 2 hour massage (at 300 peso/hour). I used to get bareback BJ & sex from hera couple of years ago, but no more. I never got to see her health card. Told her that when she got a health card, she could suck my dick all she wanted.

Damned if she doesn't have one now. But I don't want to cheat on my "new girl" until I find out if there is something special there, or not. She was disappointed, but gave me some good body work.

As it was 6:00 pm, I invited her to dine. She said she usually ate with her friend, so I invited her, too. When we looking for her and found her entering the hotel with a client. We only had to wait about 8 minutes, then the three of us went to the nearest "chicken shack". I had Chile rellenos.

It's really interesting being "social" with working girls. I offered to help her friend make a blue-eyed baby (in humor). She'd like one, of course, but as I am clipped....

I walked them back to their spot, but before we got there, noticed I hd a big hardon and invited her friend to the room. It ended up being an hour and 20 minutes for 40 bucks.

I like this girl, she's warm and loving. I damn near ate that thing, actually licked the crease of her leg (both of them) next to her pussy. But I thought of the new girl and declined. She seemed not to mind though. Some day when I'm not busy with my new girl.......

Now I was about broke. It was 7:00 pm, new girl was at work, and I was broke.
So I skipped going to her bar, collected my bag, and returned to the states.

Seņor Pauncho