It took a year to get back to TJ but I finally made it. With only four days available to frolic, I decided to keep with a program of tried-and-true chicas.

Thursday Noon - Araceli-SG

What else can be said about Araceli that hasn't been said a hundred times already? I'm glad I was able to see her again before her anticipated December retirement (which by the way has been terrible news for Hotel Teresa; their stock futures have hit rock bottom).

Araceli's BBBJ was wet and full of effort as usual. And she didn't show any signs of quitting when it took me longer than expected to rev the rocket to full throttle. It may have taken longer with her this time because I've been spoiled recently back in my neck of the woods by a world-class BBBJer.

Although Araceli did her usual great job, she didn't apply as much tactile tongue to which I'm now accustomed. She applied more of a light lip and tongue pressure (with gobs of saliva) instead of an I'm-going-to-suck-the-top-layer-of-your-penile-epidermis-right-off-the-bone pressure. Still though, it was certainly enjoyable. And for only $20, she remains as one of the best bargains around. She will be missed when she's gone.

I then chose to go for the covered cowgirl, but I began losing my erection after about 20 strokes. I could feel the confidence draining from my loins. Where was my energy? I blamed the condom; I hate to use them due to sensitivity issues (and since I never opt for BBFS, you could say I was going to be fucked here; or more correctly, not fucked).

So I turned her over and began performing a bareback slide along the full length of her anal and vaginal crack simultaneously. The combination of the natural friction and the softness of her vaginal pubic hair against my balls reinvigorated my erection. More than once I was quite tempted to enter her as my missile began the initial upward movement of the next slide stroke. But somehow I was able to keep my head (out of her).

My eventual climax was grand and I continually humped her and spurted until I felt like there was no remaining fluid in my sac. I collapsed on her back and stayed like that until I caught my breath. I then lovingly wiped the evidence off of her back with the toilet paper so liberally supplied by the hotel (I heard though that they may have to reduce their inventory as one of their future cost-cutting measures). I then dumped the wad into the garbage receptacle thereby giving a bukaki bath to whatever living creatures happened to be in there.

I tipped Araceli $5, the cleaning lady $1, and reappeared into the bright sunlight outside with an even brighter smile. Life was good. I suddenly felt more tired than usual so after only a quick look at the other alley street girl's and the meager Adelita's hotel traffic on the next block, I headed back to the border to beat the pedestrian rush hour.


Friday Afternoon - Isabela (Cascades)

It had been a year since I had experienced one of my best TJ sessions ever. Isabela had been responsible for that. As more fully described in her thread, the magic I feel with her is not based on acronyms of any kind. There's an intangible present that often makes me think about this sweetheart even when I'm far away.

I sat in the Cascades lobby for about fifteen minutes awaiting her arrival. And then suddenly there she was, looking much more like a young high school girl than the young adult she is. Maybe that's part of the intangible. For me, there's not many greater sights than watching her lean against the hotel's outer wall with her short skirt barely covering that little patch of Nirvana and her long soft straight hair caressing the top half of her countenance and her soft natural breasts, knowing full well that she soon will be pleasuring me.

As usual, she was a total sweetheart with me. She can be a tough cookie with others when she has to be but with me she is totally charming. I call her "my little angel" and she sweetly smiles and becomes a loving and lovable creature for me. She's a little bundle of joy, a chica cherub straight from heaven.

Once upstairs, I declined the CBJ (as usual) and opted for her delicate HJ to get things going. She does that so well too, in a fingertip fashion with the middle of her palm acting like the back of a vaginal enclosure. It is a total turn-on for me. As I became further engorged, she gradually switched to a more hands-on stroke. And when I became fully erect, she wasted no time getting the cover on and immediately impaling herself on me. Words can not describe how awesome it is to feel myself entering her.

I'm always amazed at how tight she feels because she has copulated thousands of times over the years. It seems like I can feel every millimeter of her internal womanhood on every stroke. I can't make that statement about many others. The only one that comes to mind is Monica-SG. Somehow I last longer than usual with Isabela despite how much I enjoy her. That fact just adds to the wonder of my moments with her.

As usual, Isabela was as steady as a rock in cowgirl position. She never seems to tire, and she never gets impatient. Maybe that's the reason I last longer with her; there's no fear that she will demand me to hurry up or give an impatient look that can kill the mood.

Isabela also doesn't employ that simple back and forth rubbing motion that does barely more than scrape female pubic hair against male pubic hair. She arches her back and extends each stroke; it often makes me think that I might pop out prematurely. But then she vaginally regrabs my member again just in the nick of time to send it on its merry way to another full stroke of ecstasy.

At the end of each stroke, she allowed her beautiful natural B-cup breasts to brush against my chest, further accentuating the joy of the moment. As she sensed my impending climax, her vaginal muscles squeezed me even harder. And as I spurted into the raincoat, she matched each of my final violent thrusts with perfect synchronicity, accompanied by the biggest and sweetest smile (albeit with braces) that you'd ever want to see.

She collapsed on me and time stood still for a minute or two as my gradually deflating piece of manhood, and me, eventually plopped back into reality. I could have hugged her in that position forever. And in my fantasy dreams, I often do. For the second straight year, the lovely Isabela won my monger heart again.

Unfortunately, I wouldn't get to see her again because I began feeling unusually tired later that night and it would limit me to only one more nonsexual trip across the border.

I spent the next three hours watching the Adelita hotel traffic. The quality of the women impressed me. A fellow monger who I met there (an LA lawyer) highly recommended Claudia (as others on this site have), but I had no energy to indulge any further despite being greatly tempted. She looks like a real cutie.

At about 10 PM, I decided to accept the lawyer's suggestion to share a cab back to the border. And what a good move that became! Just as we had finished receiving our ID's back from the border guards, ALL THE LIGHTS WENT OUT and the emergency flood lights kicked on. A major power failure of some sort had occurred.

It was quite eerie walking back to the Travelodge that night without the familiar escort of the street lamps. Had it been my first night as a monger, I may have freaked out (because I still remember how scary that walk had seemed on my first trip ten years ago). It was also strange getting ready for bed in the complete blackness of a hotel room. Fortunately, I've stayed there so many times that I was able to do what I had to do before collapsing into bed.

I slept for eleven hours. I never did find out what had been the cause of the blackout, how long it lasted, or what happened to the people who were waiting in line behind us to cross back into the U.S.


Saturday late afternoon - Lola (Aztec Massage)

Despite sleeping a long time, I was still more lethargic than normal, so I decided to pay Lola a visit for one of her kickass massages. I arrived at 3:00, 30 minutes before her usual arrival time. I asked for a 90-minute session and was told that it would cost $40. But in the same breath, the owner told me that two hours would only cost $45. What a deal! Naturally, I went with the two hours. Has anybody ever survived a 2-hour Lola pounding? Maybe I'd be the first.

But at 4:00, Lola still hadn't arrived. So the owner brought me into the room at the left of the desk and introduced me to their massage chair. She set it for 20 minutes. Let me tell you, it felt really good; so good that I almost fell asleep right there. Lola arrived at 4:30 and for the next two hours I both enjoyed and endured her hands of steel. I tipped her $20.

After showering at 6:30, I realized that I was much too tired for Adelitas or Chicago (don't get old or sick, guys). I really wanted to go but my common sense prevailed. In order to avoid the pedestrian traffic, I walked 7 blocks or so to the bus depot. A guy at the entrance tried to sell me a $5 ticket. I remembered paying $1.50 last year so I thought he was trying to rip me off or get me to take a taxi. But inside the depot, it still cost $5. A 330% increase in one year? I want to buy some of THEIR stock. It was well worth it though because the pedestrian traffic was outrageous. I think I saved at least an hour or two by taking the bus.

The next day I awoke with a slight sore throat and spent my last day watching football and forcing fluids. Alas, there would be no more tender moments with Isabela. Wherever you are tonight, Isabela, may the good spirits that protect this world's inhabitants watch over you.


Miscellaneous Notes

Internet Cafes

As I'm sure you veterans know, there's a good and cheap TJ Internet access location two blocks south and about 50-75 feet east of The Arch. Also, there's a good one in San Ysidro about a quarter mile or so from the Travelodge. It's almost straight across the street from the 99 cent store.


TJ police hassle

On one of my walks across the bridge into TJ, I passed by an American being hassled by police at the base of the stairwell. He repeated "I don't have anything" a few times. On U.S. soil, I would have paused but not here of course.


New AB construction.

It really looks different than it used to. By force of habit, I was still stepping up as I passed by the DJ booth area to avoid tripping. While I took a piss, a chica entered the bathroom and stood close to me while chatting with the attendant. Good thing I don't suffer from bashful kidney.


Cute and busty Street Girls

I came out of Adelita's one of the days I was there, turned right, and walked toward the corner. As soon as I turned that corner to begin walking south toward the hill, I bumped into two very cute, busty (they looked natural) street girls only a few feet from that corner. I wish I had asked for their names. They were easily the most visually doable chicas of any I saw the whole trip.

An Isabela fella kind of guy,

Ootie (Out-of-Towner)

I can attest to your description of Isabela; I did her over a year ago and the memory still lives on.

mr.Ootie

good that you are having fun in tijuana.
nice detailed report.

(Message edited by the_happy_monge on December 03, 2006)

did you mentioned you went bareback in
Tijuana ??? i see , you kept your head
out of her !! that must have been torture
to see a pussy that close to your dick
with no penetration !!!!!

Items that fell through the cracks.

While watching the Adelita's hotel traffic late one afternoon, I saw a really cute girl come out of the bar and hop into a dark blue SUV without license plates. I think there were two American guys in the vehicle. The reason I'm mentioning her is because she could have passed for the daughter of the CNN Headline News morning anchor Robin Meade (who I think is REALLY cute).

Description: Shoulder-length straightish dark hair, very cute and fresh face, more short than tall, medium overall build with "B-ish" breasts, and no more than early 20's in age. She was wearing her sunglasses on top of her head.

She disappeared for about two to three hours and was dropped off back at Adelitas, so somebody or some group of guys must think she's a real good investment. She went right over to the door manager who said "so, you're a real working girl now". She gave him a big smile. I don't think I ever saw her go up to the hotel after that. She left Adelitas for good at about 9:00, walking eastward from the entrance.

Also, there was a real cute young girl who stands just to the right of the bathroom. She went to the hotel about once an hour, clearly one of the popular chicas.

Description: Dark medium-length hair, average to above-average height, very cute face that has a very shy look to it, seems very quiet, B to C breasts which may be natural, and was wearing a one-piece dark red outfit which gave her a bit of a classier look. Unfortunately, I saw her smoking (which stopped me from pursuing her). I think somebody said her name was Erica but I can't remember now (I know, I should have asked her).

A Keeping you aware of the chicas who made me stare kind of guy,

Ootie (Out-of-Towner)

how much did they cost you didn't mention the prices