Upstairs I hand her a 200p note & she asks for 50p more. I say “no, 200 pesos” and she says that “sin condom feenish es mas” I again repeat “no 200 pesos” as she shakes her head at me. I had already kicked off my laceless sneakers and was about to start rolling up my blue jeans, but instead I started to put my blue jeans back on.
She said “c’mon, cincuenta mas” but then begrudgingly agreed to 200p as I slipped on one shoe and was about to step into the other. Her attitude was surprisingly good, despite losing the effort to get a raise. She even helped me spread out the sheet and did all the folding up of it at the end of the session. Because of the time wasted at the beginning of out time upstairs, I rushed through the cbj & all three positions. It was not until I was opening the door to leave, that the jiz king came by to knock. I had forgotten to pack-up any cheap jewelry, so the propina was all coin: a gold US dollar and an oversized to 20 pesos coin.
As I walked back to the Leyva, I saw her again: Blue jean dream. Only this time she was wearing peach colored jeans that made me want to cream in mine, despite popping only eight minutes earlier.
I was determined to do that chica with the super tight ass and pretty face! I went back to the leyva and ate half a Levitra pill. And then laid down in the bed & began imagining blue jean dream naked.
I fell asleep and woke up two hours later with a raging boner. I loaded the SG pack with a fresh sheet and jewelry and headed to the Michocan, where Blue Jean Dream stood.
No Blue Jean Dream. I waited at the Najera corner for a good 20 minutes but she never came out to play. At one point I strolled down the alley in front of the Lavamatica to see who might be out in the alley. Just as I was about to turn back to the Najera corner & wait some more for Blue Jean Dream, I spotted Sandy looking at me. Damn, an exact replay of yesterday where I saw an old time regular, while sporting a SG pack and trying to hook-up with my Blue Jean Dream.
Instead of bailing out on Sandy, I accepted my fate and walked up to her smiling. We went into the Cascades S/T room and I came out 15 minutes later with my boner cured and my wallet 200p lighter plus the room costs.
It was now a little after 11:00 A.M. I hurried back to the Leyva to pack up my van. I carried out a couple of wet towels from my shower and the client file I worked on. I put all that crap down on the ground next to the passenger side side-entry doors only to discover I had left my keys up in the room. I ran back to my room, quickly packed up the rest of my things, reloaded the SG pack with another fresh sheet, and loaded all these remaining items in the back cargo door of my van. I checked out of my room, turned in the room key, waited forever to get my $2 key deposit, and then decided to hang out in AB and keep checking for Blue Jean Dream to make another appearance on the street. After two drinks in AB, more than two tips to the AB dancers, and three or four scouting missions around the AB corner, I finally saw Blue Jean Dream standing on the sidewalk.
I ran to my van on the middle level of the Leyva parking structure, grabbed my loaded SG pack and then ran to where BJ Dream was. Thank god she was still barely casting some shade on the sidewalk with her thin bod. I approached her and had an unusual negotiation that resulted in my paying 250p for sin ropa and two positions (she would NOT go for multiple positions, period). She said her name was Graciella, and she used the Michocan. Any other girl asking for so much for so little in the early afternoon would have been a pass for me, but I just HAD to sample that tight little ass & her thin thighs.
With her hand she got me hard (on the sidewalk she made it very clear that suckie added 100p to the bill) as I looked upon her perfect little hard body. But when we were about to fuck I understood why she was so adamant about rejecting multiple positions, and only agreeing to dos positions, as she refused to do cowgirl – at least without a 50p upgrade.
Well I wanted cowgirl, and agreed to pay the extra for it. Her motion was exceptionally good. After five or six minutes in cowgirl, I requested perrito. Again with the upsell. Mish would be free, perrito cinco mas. I decided I had already agreed to pay this girl too much dinero, so I declined this upsell & had her lay on her back. I fucked her until she started to get figity, so then I asked if she would finish me by hand. She agreed, but then started shaking her head when I whipped off the condom. She insisted con condom. I was not going to offer her even more money. So I went to the SG pack and got out another condom for her to put back on. Her technique was inadequate through the condom, despite the fact that each of her tight little ass cheeks felt just PERFECT in my right hand, and soon we got a knock. Rather than agree to pay more money and extend the session, I called it at 14 minutes, 30 seconds. I got dressed, paid her her 50p additional for cowgirl as per our contract, and headed out.
As I got in my car at the Leyva to head home I couldn’t believe the trip had ended on such a sour note. Man had I become spoiled. I had enjoyed eight pops in eight SG sessions in a day and a half, but yet was feeling sexually frustrated because of the ninth session, My Blue Jean Dream had become a very blue nightmare.
When I got home to the OC I continued to feel blue about that last failed session with Graciella. How could such a tight little bod give me such an unsatisfying session I moped around the house all Sunday afternoon and evening. I didn’t even get down to doing the final hour of computer work on that estate file until 11:00 P.M. that Sunday night. But when I did decide to get that last bit of accounting work completed, I was horrified to discover that I had far bigger problems than simply not cuming in the sessoion with Graciella. As I went to my van to get the thick tax file, I discovered it was not in my van. At that point I came to the depressing realization that I had driven off from the second level of the Leyva’s parking structure AND LEFT THAT FUCKING TAX FILE ON THE GROUND ON THE PASSENGER SIDE OF THE VAN along with the two damp towels.
This file had TONS of client original documents that simply couldn’t be replaced. And the manual schedules I had worked on had no back-up alternatives.
At nearly midnight on Sunday night I realized that I had to hop back into my van IMMEDIATELY and track down that client file.
