The Mexico Lindo

The walk over to the Lindo is a short one, it's only a block and a half from the hotel, between Revolution and Constitution on Eighth. The outside has the usual barker/doorman, but other than that, it's quite different, the area being much quieter, darker (no thousand of watts of neon here), and few people. Once in inside the difference between the Lindo and the typical zona bar is even starker, it's basically like a typical neighborhood bar in the US. The Lindo is divided into two room, the first upon entering is relatively small, and contains a "U" shaped bar with a few small tables around it's three sides. Behind a partition is a much larger room with a dance floor and maybe 15 or 20 tables. But in stark contrast from the typical zona bar is the atmosphere, for starters, it's quiet, or relatively so, no dj, no blaring music. There is music, but much softer, it doesn't assault your ears. Plus like a neighborhood bar in the US, there is a TV behind the bar, (plus one in the other room), and it seems to gather as much attention as anything else in the room, being tuned to a soccer game. The room isn't crowded at all, there about 8 or 10 guys in the room, mostly scattered in groups of 2 and 3, mostly locals, and either watching the game or talking quietly among themselves. Only a few have sought out female companionship, and they, it becomes apparent after a few minutes are behaving in the what seems to be typical local behavior pattern, more interested in drinking and talking than in any sexual liaison.

On the far side of the bar, sitting at the tables are a handful of girls, maybe 7 or 8 total. All grouped together, some idly chatting among themselves, obviously waiting for some action, the only real tip-off that they are working girls, for most of them are dressed conservatively, black dresses seem to be very popular. Only one or two are dresses more flamboyantly, and only one, a very attractive mid-twenties long dark-haired hottie puts her wares on obvious display. Most of the girls are a little older than the typical selection at Adelitas though, and with the possible exception of the hottie, no hard bodies are evident. Most of these girls would be considered a 7 at best at Adelita's. Thank god I have low standards, I find most of the girls to be quite acceptable and without working to hard or staring too intently find 2 or 3 that are worth investigating.

I immediately like the place, the low-keyed atmosphere is perfect and the appearance of the girls heightens the fantasy factor, it's not that hard to imagine that you have just stumbled into a pick-up bar that I'm going to have a lot of luck in. I settle in at the bar with a beer, and try to avoid direct eye contact with any particular girl, wanting to soak up the atmosphere and enjoy the moment while I get a better feel for the place. Sitting there quite pleased with myself for making the decision to wonder up to here, it's soon apparent that being a single gringo (and one of only two in the bar), that I'm not going to be allowed to sit untested for very long. The subtle sidelong glances for the other side of the room become more obvious and persistent, finally resulting in one getting up and rounding the bar.

A shark attack!

Now of course shark attacks are quite common in the warmer waters of Adelitas and are not unheard of in even the less frenetic Chicago, but all my research had indicated that the Lindo was much more reserved and correspondingly less likely to be host to such aggressive behavior. To be sure this was one of the gentler attacks I've ever experienced, no dick snatching, tongue in ear, full rub that can happen on occasion in Adelitas. No, this was more of a nibble, she sitting herself on the stool next to mine, setting her purse on the bar with an air of finality that bespoke of her settling in for an extended stay. A bright if somewhat tentative smile, and a "Hello, my name is Estella" accompany an outstretched hand.

Estella is pretty typical for the Mexico Lindo I was to discover. Late 30's, very well dressed in a black pants suit, Estella exudes an air of sophistication uncommon in Adelitas and not seen all the often in even the Chicago club. Although to be brutally honest, Estella would not be considered a top pick in either bar being well past her early youth and not having the body of a young stripper. But here, given the atmosphere and competition, Estella is a good fit.

High cheekbones and a Morena complexion tell of her Native American ancestry, but a finely sculpted nose and thin lips spoke of more than a little European influence in her genetic makeup. This mix did right by Estella, her face has a classical beauty to it, with a strong sense of character. She also holds herself well, with the assurance that only comes with age and experience, and that fits quite nicely with the upscale (for Tijuana) location. Long raven black hair and a pair of those achingly beautiful flashing black Latina eyes complete the picture of her face. As for the rest of Estella, well the years were starting to take their toll, she obviously battling a weight war, and it was evident that time was not on her side. But at present she was holding her own and at about 20 pounds over her ideal weight still managed to carry it and herself with a quiet dignity that few women, of any size manage to achieve.

Normally I try to fend off sharks, my experience being that they are sharks mainly because if left in a more passive mode they would be unable to compete successfully with their peers. And although I'd had a very nice experience with a shark on my last visit to Tijuana (Sophia of AB), I've also had some bad ones too (my first TJ experience). But I'm captivated the elegant beauty of Estella's face. Like many here, I've long since come to consider myself a connoisseur of Latina features, and Estella was one for the mental scrap book. So I bought her a drink and was rewarded with a bright, if somewhat relieved and slightly surprised smile. Estella has little English, just enough to start a conversation, but quickly gets lost at sea after an memorized opening gambit. The cynical among us will say that this is typical puta English, enough to initiate contact, negotiate and close the deal. The typical "Hello, want to go to the hotel", "Thank you", and numbers, a firm grasp of numbers. But to be honest my Spanish is not much better (typical monger Spanish perhaps?), and after months of Pimsleur I still tend to forget more than I remember and also quickly get lost. But we manage well enough. I'm starting to like this girl, her approach is so unlike Adelita's, no "suckie fuckie, let's go upstairs" line. More of a gentle question and answer session with long pauses in between, always skirting the issue of our mutual intentions, but collecting useful information subtly, like if I'm staying in TJ, where, and for how long, and doing it all under the pretense of interest in my travels. Very well done, and so refreshing. And it works too, she reels me in like a fish, finally getting down to business and negotiating a price of $80 for an hour back at my hotel, "mas o minos", but more "mas" than "menos" she quickly assures me. A quiet walk back to the hotel hand in hand is just the right touch to continue that illusion of a pickup bar, even if I had to pay a $10 bar fine. Using my own room is a real plus for me, it's much more conducive to a relaxed GFE type session.

And Estella provides a relaxed GFE type session, with the single exception of deep open-mouthed kissing.
Out of her clothes further evidence of her constant war on weight is visible, sadly I can see that's it's down to hand to hand combat, with Estella giving up ground grudgingly. Ahh, but what a sight she must have been 5 or 10 years ago. Age has started to take it's inevitable toll, but it's ravishes have not yet obscured what once was. What a beautiful wreck of a woman, proof that aging, like war, is hell.

But it's time to do a little ravishing of my own, and I start with my now set pattern of face kissing and slowly moving to her neck and ears, lightly licking and nibbling on her earlobes. This slow and gentle opening always seems to set the right mood and the session usually proceeds down the desired path from there. Estella is no exception and the leisurely paced opening moves proceed eventually to the bed and then to a massage. The massage goes over really well and after a relaxing 15-minute rubdown Estella and I are both ready for something a little more intimate. She flips over on signal (two pats on the rump seem to be an international signal, it never fails).

I slowly proceed kissing her, further and further down her body, starting with her face and paying particular attention to her large, all natural breasts. As I near her mons, I feel her tense up slightly, I can tell that this is something she normally does not participate in (do the locals have some aversion to dining?). Not to press the issue at the moment, I skip over the target and continue on my journey at her thighs. She reluctantly allows me access to her inner thighs, and this seems to be a particularly sensitive area for her as it is for many women. A low sigh escapes her lips, and with gentle coaxing her legs open wider as I switch from one thigh to the other., moving upward towards the prize. Finally my lips are brushing her pubic hair as I switch from side to side, the scent of her pussy is becoming overwhelming. As I am now kissing her inner thighs as high up her leg as possible. Estella is now moaning slightly as I move in for the kill, she gives a slight shrug and with a low sigh says "Se le gusta" giving herself freely. My slow buildup has had the desired effect, her pubic region is hot and her labia lips, already moist, tremble at the first, gentle probing of my tongue and part slightly.

The first gentle probing turn harder, more insistent. I quicken the pace, her moans become louder, in drawn breath hissing between clenched teeth. He hips, previously still, start to sway, then buck rhythmically to my tongue strokes. She is starting to get into it as nearly as much as I. Suddenly her soft moans and cries are cut off, she has wrapped her thighs around my head, and all sound is muffled. I have to reposition myself slightly in order to breathe, thinking this would be a hell of a way to suffocate. I push my nose as hard as I can against her mound, my tongue beating furiously side to side against her clitoris. She tries to push my head away, but I'm having no parts of it, she's going to orgasm and like it. Estella quickly gives up trying to push my head away, he last inhibitions broken, she pulls my head tighter to her. Soon she arches her back and holds it for a few exquisite moments and then goes limp. Sudden wetness tells me that my quest is complete and I come up for air.

Why I take such pleasure in this I don't know. Perhaps it's because I feel more in control, more powerful. I've now thoroughly dominated and controlled the session. By giving pleasure without concern over my own I've now turned the tables on a professional, I'm now calling the shots, and I've forced a woman who had no intentions or expectations of receiving personal gratification first reluctantly and then with increased need to respond to my insistence. . .

Or maybe it's just that I like the taste of pussy. LOL

Whatever, but one thing for sure, I do love the look of amazement and satisfaction on the faces of the chicas afterward, it must mirror mine after a particularly intense ejaculation, and if so that's enough for me, because I've now changed from a faceless john to someone they'll remember longer than it takes them to get dressed.

I always ask if it was ok, if my attempts had any pleasurable effects. The response is almost universal, quick emphatic nods and exclamations in the affirmative usually accompanied by rolling eyes and big grins. Estella is no exception, and she welcomes me topside with open arms. Another round of kissing follows (still no open mouthed kissing) ensues. This time Estella works her way down my chest, pausing at my nipples to give them a thorough going over, belly, and finally providing a partial BBBJ. I don't think she normally provides bareback, but she may feel obligated to make some kind of half hearted attempt because of my earlier efforts. She runs her tongue softly up and down the shaft, circling the head at the top of every pass. Her breath on the now damp trails left by her slow moving tongue on the head of my penis are quite stimulating, and I ache for her to take my entire member in her mouth, but she never does, at least not bareback. I don't force the issue, her pussy is looking quite inviting, I daydream of cracking her aristocratic demeanor with me inside of her and my tongue down her throat. She does skillfully cover my member up, and then looses all inhibitions about taking my entire member, and gives me an increasingly rigorous workout, but blowjobs are not her forte. I pull her away, and taking the hint she mounts me. Estella is a sight to behold, riding cowgirl. Large breasts swing side to side as she positions herself, slowly descending on my member. She emits a small sigh and her eyes roll up in her head, her head tilted slightly towards the ceiling, while the tip of her tongue protrude from her lips, giving the impression of one in deep concentration. I can tell she is in the zone already, again close to organism, and to confirm this she grinds her pelvis into mine and winces. Slowly at first, then with increasing tempo she strokes up and down, eventually bending almost horizontal as she kisses me full on the lips as she releases yet another flood of wetness, that trickles down my penis to my balls.

I don't let her pause to savor the moment, it's my turn now and I can't hold back much longer. With me still hard and inside her I switch to missionary, and drive into her as hard as I can. She seems startled at first, then animal instinct must take over, she spreads her legs as wide as she can, allowing me even deeper access, clasping her arms around my shoulders and legs around my waist as if her life depended on it. I'm the one being driven to a frenzy now, pumping furiously, grunting with exertion. But I want to finish in doggie, which Estella readily agrees to, flipping over and thrusting that somewhat ample ass invitingly up in the air. I reach under her and feel wetness not only on her pussy, but her thighs and ass crack are wet also, yes this girl is more than ready. I quickly mount her, again thrusting deeply, a low soft grunt from Estella, and she lowers her head to the mattress and uses both hands to brace herself against the headboard. I take this both as a signal and a challenge, and do my best to pile drive her into the next room. Oh, I love looking at that fine ass, smooth skin vibrate after each smack from my hips at the conclusion of each stroke. I can feel a climax building, normally I would try to hold off, but this time I can't and quickly explode.

We cool off after Estella cleans me up, (this is a nice touch that I've noticed many of the more senior providers have acquired). Estella laying next to me, slowly rubbing my chest hair, murmuring, "Memo, Memo" (I think Memo is the diminutive for Guillermo, i.e. William). Afterward as she dresses, Estella makes her best sales pitch for an all-nighter, lowering her price until I agree to look her up tomorrow night. She's been an excellent partner, and really doesn't have to work all that hard to sell me. One sour note that should have set off alarm bells and would foreshadow our next meeting however was the demand for $10 cab fare. But it was late and the end of a long day, so I just found a tenspot and gave it to her, quickly locking the door behind her.

As I prepare for bed, I notice a long streak of makeup on the sheet at the top of the bed, arrowing toward the headboard. My pile driving attempts while in doggie have left some skid marks apparently, something for the maid to titter about tomorrow.

Vivid writing, Bill; captivating. Excellent pace. Great read!!

MrBill

$10 cab fare??? Sounds like the end of western civilization as we know it. Yer supposed to leave her with her motor running, not her meter running. Actually, $10 doesn't seem to forshadow anything horrible, but I'll read on.

No change in the Dogster Count. I went to Mexico Lindo several years ago, and I doubt that this is the same chica...

Dogster: I went to ML many years ago and some of those girls are still there. At one time ML was the class place, most of the girls spoke English and some wore evening gowns.

I really don't know what you look like or your age but I am surprised to see someone pay to have sex with an old lady pushing 40 years old. You can get girls like that for free in a Chula Vista dive bar.