At Last, At Last, The Zona at Last

Oh what a feeling, the first parting of those curtains, the anticipation now over, the games are about to begin. My first impression confirms that it is a Thursday night, good crowd, good selection and not so many guys that you can't move. I next notice that Candie is at her spot, looking as good as ever, flowered dress, looking exactly the same as I last saw her. But first, before I go over and see if she has any memory of me, I have to get it out of my system, and check for myself if Lirica is around. I make a beeline to her old haunting grounds, making first a quick survey then a slower more detailed pass, looking at every face, searching in case she's changed her appearance since my last encounter. But all reports are true, she is no where to be found. I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I'm not going to dwell on it now, not with Candie no more than 200 feet away.

Since I'm on the far side of the secondary bar I circle around and approach Candie from the direction of the men's room. Surprisingly enough, that area of HC is open so I'm able to make a casual approach and introduction, standing next to her with my patented silly grin on my face. I needed have bothered thinking up a good "we met last fall" line, because as soon as I opened my mouth Candie grabs my arm as says "Lirica is gone you know. I'm sorry". The shock of being remembered, being remembered in such detail most have shown on my face. Candie continues, now drilling me with those big brown eyes, a sorrowful and sympathetic look now on her face "She left last fall, nobody knows if she is coming back. So many girls……", trailing off with a shrug. I nod, smile and thank her for remembering, returning her pat on the arm with some chaste strokes of my own. She laughs "of course I remember you, you send me a letter remember?" And in truth I had, delivered by a friend, it was only a cover letter asking her to deliver an actual letter to Lirica, one of my many vain attempts to make some kind of contact. Candie waves toward the chica dressing room, indicating that the letter, still undelivered was awaiting it's final destination if Lirica ever returned. I'm deeply touched that Candie would invest that amount of thought into something and someone so tangential to herself and impulsively give her a hug. We chat a little, both of us attempting to back away from the earlier conversation, if for different reasons. Candie is looking even better than I remember, and having been with her previously I knew that as an opening act she was a sure winner. Having exhausted the ready crop of small talk, (when did you get in, how long are you here for, etc), we both swing into a familiar pattern, I telling Candie I'm thinking about getting a room for the day and she saying that's a good idea. We just naturally move toward the door with ever explicitly stating our intentions. The beauty of repeats with a class act.

Once in the room, Candie and I pretty much pick up where we left off. (Not that it's anything remarkable for Candie, but I realize that for me, Candie was my last session in Tijuana last fall and now she's my first on this trip). I get out my bottle of massage oil (Thank you Hombre, this stuff goes over big), Candie giggles, thanking me for giving her my last bottle after our final session last year, I wonder to myself on the use that's been put to. But my concern now is the use I'm going to put this bottle to, and there's no time like the present to get started.

I love giving a massage. There's something about the slow, sensual tactile contact that is a major turn-on for me, and also seems greatly appreciated by almost all the chicas I've run across. The massage has worked so well for me in fact, acting as an icebreaker, setting the tone and pace for an encounter, that it is now part and parcel of my standard routine. Even the a normally cold chica will melt a little and loosen up after a short 10 or 15 minute massage. And has convinced me that for my tastes, a 20 minute grabfest is a poor use of both my money and shots.

Candie is a wonderful way to kick off a vacation. A caring and considerate partner, she responds to me as if we have been lovers for years. After a long deep "hello" kissing session while still standing in the room fully clothed, we quickly undress and move to the bed for the massage. The massage is followed by a mellow period where laying beside her we just pause for some gentle necking until she slowly rolls over onto her back and I gain access to her breasts and box. Working my way down her body, I'm impressed all over again at just how well maintained she is, realizing that Candie, unlike most of my partners in the zona, is not that far removed from me in age. Instead of a daughters' worth of age difference, she would qualify as no more that a younger sister in years difference. Of course I'm thinking some very un-familial like thoughts about Candie, and soon am deeply involved with some of the best DATY I can imagine. Candie encourages me in my efforts with a series of wowowowow's, much to my delight. Nothing like some positive reinforcement. I do far more with Candie in this position than I would be comfortable doing with most other chicas, Candie being so fresh and well kept, her cleanliness and health fetish being apparent.

Then it's Candie turn to reciprocate, and she does, giving excellent oral, long deep strokes that quickly have me panting and moaning. I don't want to give it up this quickly, and not during oral at all. I've been waiting 6 months to get back here and during that time the thoughts of deep frenching a hottie while in missionary has acted as a incentive to lose quite a few pounds. Now it was time to live out this fantasy, and Candie is more than willing to co-operate. We spend what seems forever in this position, tongue locked, occasional low moans escaping from each of us, pausing, changing tempo to delay the long awaited orgasm. Finally no amount of pacing will delay my orgasm, and I thrust as deeply as I can, and again, each thrust timed with an ejaculation. Life does not get any better than this, I think as I collapse beside her, gasping. Candie does something that even today I look back on with fondness, she curls up into me and falls in a semi sleep for about a half hour.

Our hour session has stretched out for about an hour and half, far longer than I had any right to expect. As we finally prepare to wrap up our time together, I ask Candie if she would consider an outdate, she pauses asks if I meant a weekend night (the only nights I have available unfortunately), and reluctantly declines saying she would be too tired. I'm disappointed and yet not as much as I would have thought, I'm beginning to realize that with so many chicas, there's so much to experience, and so little time. Candie, sensing my ambivalence and interpreting it as disappointment suggests that she introduce me to several of her friends she is sure I'll like, and that will like what I like. This has worked well on my last trip and I readily agree, and we part once again on a high note. I leave the room thinking that even if I don't use it again it has already paid dividends on my $35 investment and promise myself that I will never again short time it at Adelitas.

Next on my agenda is something almost equally enjoyable as a session (well not really, but it's enjoyable non-the less), and that's meeting a fellow board member. My session with Candie has only left me a few minutes to catch my breath, a beer and a table before our appointed rendezvous. I just settle in to a booth when a guy walks up and introduces himself, "Hi, you must be Bill, I'm Strangelove." I'm really glad to meet him, but at the same time glad that I wasn't very creative in picking handles, introducing myself as Strangelove is not something I would want to do in a bar and be mistaken about who I was talking to. We spent the next hour bullshitting and are eventually joined by none other than The_Senator, who couldn't look less like one. Good times, good times. Too bad these times have to happen in locations with so many distractions competing for your attention. Some of these distractions seemed well acquainted with The_Senator and even came over and introduced themselves to me. Eventually the three of us, succumbing to distractions separated. I seeking a particularly tasty looking distraction that happened to pass by, perhaps to get the attention of The_Senator.

Mary Magdeliene (nice to see a sense of humor in one so young), came highly recommended. A new girl, just 12 days at Adelitas, Mary wasn't really my type, but since she came with such glowing praise, she peaked my interest. A small girl of 19, she couldn't have weighed more that 80 lbs.-soaking wet. Dark skinned with big brown eyes, short black hair and finely sculpted features, Mary could successfully audition for the role of a Pixie. After leaving my friends (and rather abruptly I'm afraid, distractions, distractions) I quickly zero in on Mary and start negotiations, and just as quickly realize that I had shorted myself the last time I had visited the safety deposit box at VdeZ. But Mary proved to be a newbie at negotiating and quickly agreed to a low-ball open-ended session. Once upstairs Mary showed all the characteristics of a new young chica not at all at ease with her chosen profession. Lights as finely tuned as a stage production, (on in the bathroom, off in the room, door positioned just so to allow the exact amount of light). Her back turned to undress, and slightly disconcerted at the fact that I was more interested in foreplay than in immediately jumping into a condom and on her bones. Not a good sign and thoughts of a long massage went out the window. After some coaxing, Mary loosens up a little and we (I) start to enjoy a somewhat limited foreplay session, but oral is out as is deep kissing. I soon tire of the restrictions and want to get this young thing under me in missionary. She has to lube herself twice to be comfortable and I think to myself that I could have saved her the trouble and expense if she would have been a little more open to something new. But no matter, she is very, very tight and despite her reserve quickly gets into straight sex, grinding her pelvis into mine at every stroke. The top of Mary's head barely comes up to my chin, I've never had sex with such a small girl before. I have to be careful not to smother her, since when I hug her while in missionary my shoulders and arms completely envelope her head and face. As much fun this is, and although I know CPR, I decide that this may not be the most gentlemanly thing to do and we switch to doggie. Man, is this girl tight, and since she is so thin there's no padding to prevent a really deep penetration. After about 5 minutes I pop and so I believe does Mary. No Shower for Mary, (she looses some points there) but she does wait for me, and we walk together down to the street. One curious note though, while escorting Mary out of the bar some monger loudly pronounces "Four times tonight" looking directly at Mary as we leave. Ok guys, who's the accountant among us?

After returning to the bar, I discovered that both The_Senator and Strangelove had made themselves scarce. So, I thought it was time for me to do the same, retreating back up Revolution, towards my hotel. Time to check to see if a potential "date" would materialize at the Unicornio, but unlike my amigo Ben, my luck here is not very good, and the chica I had met briefly on my previous trip was no where to be found. So it's back to the hotel. Once there, I'm in the odd position of being wired, and ready for some late night action, while being exhausted at the same time. I realize I'm running totally on adrenaline but decide that I'm not ready for sleep, and I may as well make the most of my rush. But I really don't want to walk all the way back to the zona, and I'm now too cheap to use cabs since I've discovered it's a relatively safe walk to and from the zona. So, it's time to try a place that had been on my list for my last trip but I had never gotten around to, The Mexico Lindo.

Wow, thats amazing, I've known Candie two years and didn't know she spoke English. I dated her best friend for a year and in all that time, not a word. But you show up every 6 months and she is fluent. Now why did I ever think going to school to learn Spanish was a good idea. I guess she sand bagged me. Or did I misunderstand and YOU speak Spanish? Were you paraphrasing the part where she speaks English?

Maybe Bill just brings out great oral skills in the chicas he selects. Ah, yes, Candie. A keeper! So here's the Dogster Count so far:

Dogster's done her: 1
Dogster FDA Approved: 1

I think you got me, Sr.P, I should not have put quotes around Candie's words at the top of this section. I apologize if I mislead anyone on this point.

Candie and I communicated as best we could in a combination of English, Spanish, hand gestures, and smiles. However, I do have to disagree with you on whether or not Candie speaks any English. I would put her English on par with my Spanish, which while not great, can with some effort by both parties get a point across.

However, I will stand by the gist of our conversations, which may not have been direct quotes had the stated meanings. Candie did remember my connection to Lirica, did still have the letter, and did get her point across that Lirica had left. And I was shocked, amazed and pleased beyond measure that she had remembered me.

I do not put down her rememberence as anything special about me, but rather that Candie is a very special kind of person, rare in any walk of life, that genuinely cares about other people.

Am I totally naive and wrong about this? Perhaps, but again this report is more about me, my impressions, and my experiences as interpreted through my eyes than it is an investigative report written by a trained journalist. That is not to say that I haven't attempted to be as honest and accurate as I can, because I have, my writings be of no personal value to me if I hadn't.

Again, sorry if my oversight has diminished anyones enjoyment of the story and thanks Sr. P. for pointing this oversight out.

I once brought down a small potted plant and some See's candy for this chica cause she really loved plants. She was supposed to meet me and she stood me up, so I gave the plant and candy to her best friend Candie. Then I went upstairs with someone else.

When I came down later as Candie was leaving work, she was giving away the candy to the guys outside.

Later I learned from # 1 that she had been so incensed that I had gone upstairs with someone other than her friend that she threw away the plant as well. Nice.

Do you think she felt any sympathy for me later on when I lent # 1 some money she refused to pay back? Doubt it. HOWEVER,one time she did say she felt bad for me cause I was nice to # 1 and she treated me badly. Thanks.

It's an act. A good act, but an act none the less. 200 times down there has taught me that. I learn slow but I learn. Tania, Monica,doesn't matter, the better the provider the better the act. It's practiced and they have it down as smooth as a babies butt. It's not news to anyone that goes frequently, but in the beginning we tend to see through rose colored glasses, I was no exception.

If you want more quantitative proof, just stand outside of AB on a Sat. night and count the number of times Candie goes upstairs, and just as importantly, with whom. Drunk, dirty, obese, old, gang members, doesn't matter,ALL ABOARD! Accepting ALL loads ! It's a 40 or 50 dollar ticket.

You think at heart she is a true altruist or has a natural tendencey to nurture? It would be nice to believe. I know better. Another 198 times down and so will you.

Awww, c'mon, SeñorP. Lets Sees if I have this right.

You brought Candie candy, but randy Candie sucks suckers but doesn't suck candy.

How's that for a tongue-twister? Repeat that phrase 198 times quickly.

I have another idea. Was the candy wrapped in plastic? I think she's more likely to enjoy the candy if you uncover it first. Just a theory about her. I dunno.

Dogster... were you Dr. Seuss in another life?

What's better... unwrapped candy, or unwrapped Candie?

Rumor has it that Mary has had a sex change operation and most find her bad body odor and breathe a distraction in the hotel room.

Thanks Big Mouth.

I was not, did not, in a previous life;
It would have caused me too much strife.
I do not like my candy wrapped-up,
I'd rather like the inside lapped-up;
I do not think so, Mr. FarfromRedding
The latex BJ is not worth bedding;
I put in her mouth
inside-her-my-ham;
Our Mr. Raincoat has got to scram
I do not like Candie sans jam
I do not think so,
Farsider-I-am.

Dogster Seuss

Somehow, I knew that post of mine would generate a typical Dogster retort.

Good one!