Waiting For Godot, err, Redongdo

Sunday my last full day in Tijuana. I like Sundays in the zona, the pace is slower, and it's quieter, as if everyone is catching their breath from last night's frenetic pace.

I arrive at Adelitas at about 1:30 in the afternoon, and find Laura again looking lost in Hottie Central, and again we find a quiet corner to sit a talk. Small talk is much easier today, in addition to the lower noise level, Laura is now more comfortable with me, and is willing to share much more information, willing to invest much more time and effort to get her point across. But I can tell she is in some pain, her toothache seems to have worsened and at one point pops a couple of Tylinol with Codeine.

Yesterday she told me she never does outdates, but today, while discussing music (I surprise her with my knowledge of banda), she gets excited about a visit to Las Pulgas and says she would take a night off if I wanted to go. Something to keep in mind if I return, though I'm not sure this is such a good idea, outdates with Lirica were a major contributor to my issues I encountered last fall. But it is tempting, Laura is beautiful, and the more we talk, the less she is acting as if this is business as usual and more like a newly acquired friend.

The Tylinol takes effect, and her toothache becomes less of a concern, she moves in closer to me, and we sit for a while just listening to the music, Laura eventually asking if I'm getting another room for the day. I ask her if I should, she smiles and says oh yes, it's much nicer that way. Taking the hint we retire upstairs.

Laura and I spent he next couple of hours in the room, pretty much going through the same routine as yesterday, this time at a slower more relaxed pace. Truth be told, I think part of the reason Laura is in no hurry is the tooth, I notice at every break rest her check so that the tooth is warmed by my chest. I'm being used as a giant heating pad.

But Laura is also interested in the sex, and again a long daty session provides her with multiple orgasms, and again I teasingly get my tongue bit, when it momentarily gets beyond her teeth.

A very relaxed session, and a wonderful way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

We return to the bar eventually, Laura sits with me and seems reluctant to leave, but I have to beat it back to the VdeZ, so I promise her that we will met up later, and have another extended session tonight. I'm thinking of trying to entice her back to the VdeZ, much quieter and the beds much more comfortable.

I know this won't happen in any case until very late, earlier in the evening I'm supposed to met that most rare of monger species, the oft heard but seldom seen semi-primate homo redongdus.

I return to the AB in the early evening, to have plenty of time to people watch, another favorite activity and also to let Laura know that I'm interested in another extended session later in the evening. Laura actually spots me before I can spot her, a gentle tug on my shirt from behind and a small smile greets me, we stand together for a few minutes talking, I reassure her that I will see her later. As I continue to wander around, I think I see everybody (guys and chicas) that I've met in the last week, but no trace of Redongdo.

It's been said that the quickest way to get trampled to death in AB is to get between Redongdo and an unattended beer, so I decide to stop looking for him actively and set a trap of sorts. I know that leaving a saucer of beer out over night in a garden will rid your plants of slugs because of their strong attraction to and eventual drowning said beer. So following that logic, I buy two beers and find an unoccupied booth set one beer in front of me and the other across from me and wait.

Of course waiting for Redongdo is very often a fruitless task, even when using beer bait. And so it proves this time as 8:00 turns to 9:00 then 10:00, then 11:00. The best part of waiting for Redongdo turns out to be that if he doesn't show you get to drink the bait yourself.

While sitting in the booth, occasionally Angela and the gang would stop by to take a break from the hunt, sometimes standing, sometimes joining me in the booth. As if she had some kind of radar, every time this would happen I would catch a glimpse of Laura out of the corner of my eye, not looking happy about it. Not realizing until later I suspect that Laura was trying to tell me she was leaving early, perhaps because of her tooth, because when I did finally go to look for her she was gone, and I never did get to see her again. Bad timing all around.

So at midnight after an hour of fruitless searching for Laura, I was left partnerless, and no known quantities in sight. Time to roll the dice and try someone new. I approach a couple of chicas but nothing clicks so I move on until I spot a cute tall chica by the big screen TV, a chica with one of the nicest smiles I had seen all night.

Rossi de Sonora is about 5'6", dark auburn hair, nice "c" cups and in her early 20's. The thing that most impresses me about Rossi though is her smile. It lights up her face and if not genuine, it's the best fake smile I've ever seen. It's also topped off with a high-pitched squeaky cartoon voice that makes me smile in return. A quick introduction is followed by some equally quick negotiations, Rossi reassuring me that she is ok with kissing (open lipped, but no tongue on her part) and is agreeable to daty.

We head upstairs, Rossi in the lead, and I notice just how fine a body she has, just a touch of baby fat, but very athletic looking, she would make an excellent dancer. A good choice I think to myself as we go to the room.

Once in the room Rossi proves good to her word about kissing, and I spend some highly enjoyable time kissing with increased passion, slow quick pecks to start, developing into longer, more relaxed kissing with increasing heat as I kiss her parted lips (no tongue, damn it) neck and ear lopes. I slowly try remove her top, but Rossi beats me to it, pulling it off with a couple of quick motions, and offers me first one breast then the other. Her nipples are erect already, and I can feel that Rossi is warming up, and a good session is in the offing.

And my God, is it! Rossi quickly strips, displaying her beautiful long legs that met at the well trimmed "V" of her pussy. Her breasts, the breasts of a young girl, stand proud, no sag at all, as she does a quick pirouette and moves to the bed. I quickly undress and join her.

Rossi really gets into the massage, I don't think this girl ever had one before. Low moans are accompanied with "Mucho Gracias" every couple of minutes. But I'm the one that should be thanking her, her skin and body are perfect, and running my hands down her legs, from that well formed ass to ankles is a joy. Her face turned towards me, a wide smile eyes half closed, her is also a joy to watch. I spend a good half-hour giving her a massage, I can't get enough of this girls ripe young body.

I finally lay beside her, my face next to her face, and gently kiss her, she responds in kind, and slowly rolls over, and snuggles close. A short kiss lingers, and turns more intense, more passionate with the first hint of tongue. I kiss her throat, and work my way down to her breasts, taking each in turn in my mouth, teasing them to hardness, and continue down to her trimmed "V".

She readily accepts my attention, spreading her legs wide as I reposition myself for better access. Kissing the inside of her thighs, brushing my lips against her pubic hair as I switch from thigh to the other, her pussy emits that musky smell that I love so much. A low, drawn out "Oww" and a slight shudder is her reaction to my first touch of tongue to her lips, and some gentle stroking up and down along the crease is met with some equally gentle wiggling of her hips. This gentle contact however quickly turns more insistent, as Rossi raises her knees and with her hands on the back of my head urges me to up the ante. Soon I'm in full contact, my nose pressed down on her mons, my tongue making maximum penetration. Rossi is getting quite excited, her body once in rhythm with my efforts, now is writhing, left to right, her moans become louder, more deep throated, she grasps my head in both hands, one hand on each side of my head, guiding me to her most sensitive spot.

Suddenly she spasms, as if an electric shock has coursed through her body. With surprising strength she forces my head away from her mound, and curls up into a ball, near fetal position. To say I'm concerned is an understatement, her sudden change, now seeing her curled up, rocking back and forth scares the daylights out of me. Images of trying to get help if she's having some kind of convulsion pass through my mind. I put my hand on her shoulder, ask if she is ok. Long seconds pass as she rocks, moaning softly. As suddenly as she went into this position she uncurls, and with the same surprising strength she displayed pushing me away moments earlier she uses to force me down on the bed on my back. With one quick swipe at a nearby condom she with a single motion opens it with her teeth and unrolls it on my member. The Rossi mounts me, no gentle easing here, she is well lubricated and slides on quickly and with some force. Pausing for one delicious moment, as if gathering her strength, Rossi then proceeds to give me the cowgirl ride of my life. I watch her young beautiful face as she builds herself up to orgasm, shuddering and collapsing on me, laughing and kissing my face from the power of her release.

I was so stunned by the sudden mood changes that I hadn't orgasmed myself and now, at a much slower pace, much better suited to my age bracket and condition, we walk through some missionary and finish in doggie. But it's an anticlimax for both of us, even for me though I do manage a orgasm. The earlier frantic coupling was the high point, one which I still look back on with wonder and amazement.

After a resting period of about a half-hour Rossi, with much reluctance gets up to shower and leave, and to be honest I'm equally reluctant to have her leave. Another shot is out of the question for me, she's wrung me out like a dish towel, but cuddling with that fine body and necking has it's own appeal. I offer Rossi an additional $40, all I have left, expecting to be turned down, but with a radiant smile she accepts and curls up in my arms, kissing for awhile and eventually falls asleep in this position.

We stay this way., curled up together for the rest of the night, occasionally waking briefly and kissing, then falling back asleep until early the next morning.

We part the next morning Rossi to her room, and I dressing to head back to the VdeZ. As I leave, I pass a line up of tired, sad eyed chicas on the steps of the Hotel Coahuilla waiting to collect their bags at the front desk, another night at Adelitas done, another night of less than successful sales, because here they are at 6:30 a.m., after hanging in to the bitter end, and not generating enough business to call it a night before the doors close, the last potential paycheck disappearing into the night. They watch me pass almost resentfully, as if I represent all the guys that could have partaken of their company but didn't. I wonder for how many of them this is the first time they've mounted these stairs since they deposited their bags her so many hours ago at the start of their shift, and fruitlessly wandered downstairs all night.

The zona in the gray half-light of dawn is a much different place than that of night. The chicas, now freed of the need to sell themselves, appear as sad, subdued figures out of place and out of character, creating a melancholy air, not helped by the slow misty drizzle of the weather. It's starting off as a dreary day walking back to the VdeZ, the streets and sidewalks as slippery as ice, years of grease and dirt just wet enough by the rain to be dangerous. As I check my watch I realize I have just enough time to shower, pack and catch a couple of hours of sleep.

HAH!

I guess that beer is "the one that got away".

I think I arrived around 9pm...a couple of hours late. In spite of recruiting the help of guys like Erip and Ronin to help me spot you we came up Bill-less. Perhaps you were "in session" at the time.

Catch ya next time!

Bill, is this "Rossie" the "Rosy" in the ZRG (Zona Roja Gallery)? If so, I was smitten by her, too - kicked myself for months for not going with her. If that's her, I'm glad she's still there. She did have one hell of a coy smile.

MrBill, I have trouble id'ing chicas from the photos most of the time. But in this case I can say with some assurance that neither "Rosie" or "Rosy" in ZRG are Rossy from my report.

By the way, in checking my notebook I see that I did have Rossy write her name down. Somehow in writing my report I overlooked the unusual way she spells it, it should be "Rossy".

Red,

Sigh, and I had been assured by so many that the beer trap would work.

Next time I guess I'll have to troll with a six pack.