On a Thursday evening two weeks ago, I successfully penetrated the Mexican border at Nogales, along with an un-indicted co-conspirator (UIC). Those of you who have read my trip reports in the past are familiar with my operating style, but a few words concerning my UIC are in order. Where I am 52, my UIC just turned 22. When I am soft in physique, he is hard (a hoops starter for a major college before a career-ending injury). Where I am completely white-bread, his origins are in the Caribbean, and he speak much better Spanish than I.

Still, UIC works for me, and holds my 30-year history of mongering in respect. This is not he first time he has penetrated the border with me, and it will not be the last (we have a TJ trip in the planning stages).

It was a little after 7 p.m. when the joint penetration occurred. I had gone across earlier I the afternoon, browsed Cherries and scored an incredible BJ ($30) from a little cutie going by the name of Baby. Small, compact body, this was not the Baby of Ferni’s fame with the huge chi-chi’s. All in all, I was impressed by the daytime quality at Cherries, since in the past month or so the quality had been very, very poor.

But I digress.

As UIC and I passed the little stoplight device at the border (see a previous trip report for details) we noted that it was not working and that the great pedestrian traffic light experiment seemed to have died off. Oh well. Such is life in Nogales.

We decided to stroll for a while, so we headed up Avenidas Obregon to see if there was any early street action. Nothing worth noting on the main drag, but we did see the beginnings of some action near the Owl bar. Nothing worth pursuing, but certainly worth noting. We saw some great non-working stuff, but knew it was untouchable, so with aching loins we headed into Rio.

We were barely in there (after forking over our $3 each) when a skinny blonde with great tits practically jumped into my lap. I’d never seen her before, but it was evident she thought I was someone else, and she definitely liked that someone else. So I bought her a drink while she stroked my crank and I played with her bare ass. She even went slow on downing the drink. Bliss. The ticket taker came by and I bought a lap dance ticket and we headed into the corner. She bumped and ground all the right places, let me play with her pussy and such her tits, and gave me the dirtiest look imaginable when I wouldn’t go private. (Remember my age and the fact that I had already fired once just a few hours earlier.)

I got back to the table alone only to find the UIC missing, but his beer was sitting there. About 15 minutes later he came out from one of the private rooms with a cute but slightly chubby girl hanging all over him. We got back to the table and she yelled to a waiter to get a pen and paper and proceeded to give my UIC her home and cell phone numbers. She then took up permanent residence in his lap, definitely infatuated with his hard body.

We hung out for a while, I got another (unremarkable) lap dance from a different cutie and we decided to move on. Knowing that UIC was on a limited budget I laughed at him for blowing both his wads in the first 15 minutes, but he showed no remorse.

We moved out of the amateur zone and into the professional zone, and walked through the door of Placers. Damn cover charges. They wanted $3 each, we beat them down to a total of $3. Fuck ‘em.

Normally, when we come in we head to the left of the stage, but this time we headed right. As soon as we sat down, three chicas literally jumped all over UIC, completely checking him out. One stood behind him and stuffed pieces of that soft jelly-like candy into him mouth while one jumped on his lap facing him, checking out his pecs. Amazing, simply amazing. The third, a cute blonde wearing a white bikini, couldn’t quite get to him, so she jumped on my lap (I guess I was the consolation prize?). Within a few minutes it was quickly reduced to 1:1. Blondie in my lap and a tall slender brunette in UIC’s lap. We bought some drinks, had the girls go up and tip the dancers several times, and eventually we both went upstairs for privates. Probably the first time in several years I’ve been able to fire a shot across the bow twice within six hours, she was lovely. Quite sated we met again downstairs, half expecting our ladies to move on to newer targets, but to our surprise, they were content in our laps so long as we bought an occasional drink. When UCI accidentally knocked a full beer on the floor, his chica had a waiter deliver another and SHE actually paid for it after the waiter made it clear he would not replace it. First time I ever saw anything like that. Oh, to be in my 20’s and have a nice, hard body.

UIC and I have compared financial notes in the past, and he generally obtains services for $10 to $15 less than I do for the comparable service, I suspect because he is young and looks good.

Since Friday was a working day, we exited the Zone and headed up to an RV park n Green Valley where we ensconced for the night.

See part II