It's getting kind of lonesome being a NL guy--all these reports from TJ, Argentina, Costa Rica, Thailand...gosh! So I thought I'd report on a TOTALLY ORDINARY trip I made to NL just to give others a sense of what it's like for at least one NL regular.

I try to fit in a one-night trip once every 2 or 3 weeks--it's a long haul to NL but the road is pretty fast. So I hopped in the car Wednesday afternoon last week and headed out. Now I said the road is fast, but unfortunately it goes through South Texas, blessed with some of the meanest weather you'll ever see. And sure enough, just out of San Antonio it started to rain... "So what?" you say, if you're from Seattle or Philly. Well I'd rather get hit by two water balloons than one South Texas Raindrop. They're huge! Pretty soon the sky was black, the road was soup, visibility was near zero, all for what the weather web page called "isolated showers". Oh well, at least these weren't what the weather service calls "supercells". You do NOT want to hit one of them--I was still remembering last June, when I hit one 40 miles out of Laredo, the sky went green-black, and the hail got larger, and larger, and larger, till I was sure the windshield would be gone--in fact I actually turned back home despite my aching 'nads and I EVEN was glad I did...because as it turned out, the hail eventually got so big it killed a flock of goats near I-35 outside of San Antonio. How big is south Texas hail? Well, have a look at the following from the US Weather Service's South-Central USA "Storm-spotter's Training Guide" on the web:


HAIL SIZES


HAIL DESPCRIPTION HAIL SIZE IN INCHES

SOFTBALL 4.50
GRAPEFRUIT 4.00
TEA CUP 3.00
TENNIS BALL 2.50
HEN EGG 2.00
GOLFBALL 1.75
PING PONG OR WALNUT 1.50
HALF DOLLAR 1.25
QUARTER 1.00
NICKEL 0.88
DIME OR PENNY 0.75
MARBLE 0.50
PEA 0.25


According to the reports, the hail that got the goats was 4 inches, that's "grapefruit."

Anyway, the heavy rain patches came and went but just outside of Laredo, it got super super intense, first eerily beautiful as the sunset shot under the clouds, but then scary once I hit the under-construction one-lane-open flying freeway interchanges just north of town, where, as I planed over a water patch with a curve approaching I said to myself, "hmm, I wonder if it's only this CAR that's out of control...why do I even TRY to come here when there are reports of ANY weather? Here in South Texas, ALL weather is insane..."

Well, I made it through and I parked in the free mall parking lot just along the border, which has been nicely upgraded, and the rain settled down as I brushed my teeth, put on an ironed shirt, and distributed my money into different pockets... I walked across in only light rain, emerged, only to find--DAMN, el centro is UNDERWATER, and people are walking around in above-ankle-deep water... This is the difference between drainage and no drainage. A rushing river separated the bridge from the line of taxis at the corner of Guerrero. I'm crestfallen, because this means the taxis certainly won't be able to get thru the railroad underpass leading to Boystown...

I sort of stared for a while, thinking of going back and getting a hotel on the US side... but soon, oddly, the little river became passable in one place and I picked my way along Guerrero's high-up sidewalks to El Pollo Loco for some eats. After that I looked for a cab, but the guy I found said that it wouldn't be possible to get to BT because of all the water. So, I headed to the Nueva Herradura in downtown NL, a sort of semi-hooker bar I'd been to once before... pretty dead, gorditas, music too loud... Well outta there, I tried again with a cab--Sure! He says. Pero el agua? I ask, because I didn't really want to do a daredevil watercrossing in a NL cab--and he reminded me of something I'd forgotten--you can go through a back barrio to reach a pair of one-way bridges OVER the rail lines, and through another even backer barrio from there to BT... We did it, and sure enough, the lights and (comparative) bustle of BT at 9:15 on a Wednesday night lay before me... I gave him the standard $10 (ouch!) and staggered across the flagstone courtyard into Papayayo.

Is this worth a stop? I'm asking myself--dark as usual, not a lot of people here, one knot of older-middle-age gringos in cowboy hats with chunky chicas, a few gaggles of chicas around back tables, and the precursors of hottie central (yes, Papagayo's has that too), maybe three of 'em, and not all THAT hot. Nah, not really worth it--so after a complete circuit I headed back out the door.

Then a little pass around the next block, the SG's are there as usual, and my mind starts going over the plan I'd been playing with in the last week, that once the heat of summer is gone, I'm going to get me a viagra--which I've never taken before--and see if I can make it thru six SG's in an evening... But hm, would I find six I'd really like to do??

Back around the block a second time and I decide to head into Tamyko's, the club which looks like a garish neon-lit pagoda. I look around the smallish bar, look briefly into the patio still wet with rain, and take a seat inside. Several of the agresivas ask me if I want company and I say I'd prefer to be alone; girls outnumber guys, and a few of the girls sitting around the periphery look ok. But before I really could see, a really attractive woman approaches--it's Marisol (not her real name). I had 4 sessions with her last winter, then called it quits because I actually found myself feeling jealous when she hit the bar after our last session. But then again last July (see my post under Learning Spanish) she caught me looking (I didn't think it was her) and, well, we spent an hour. She is gorgeous--about 24, short hair, slender, one son. But this time I had already resolved to tell her thanks, but this evening I'm looking for some variety.

Still, it's nice to see her, she's attractive as usual, and so no harm in buying her a drink, right? Well, we talked, and soon enough that turned into "No harm in fucking her, right?" and so now here we are in the room. I suggest turning on the AC but ugh, this girl from sweltering Tampico says it's too cold!! But it feels like heaven to drape my hands over her shoulders from behind, hold her smallish breasts, pinch her nipples, rub myself hard against her butt, and kiss down her neck. She turns around and we kiss long, REAL kisses, something I have been missing lately. It is nice to breathe into each other's faces. Then she surprises me: Tienes otra cosita en tu mochila? Well I knew exactly what she meant by this--I had introduced her to a pocket rocket once last winter but she didn't really take to it. I think I may have taken it out again a few weeks later and she said she preferred just me. Well, as a matter of fact I DO have a pocket rocket in my backpack, and I bring it out and put it on the night stand, then we go down on each other... as I'd noticed before, she tastes great but it does not have a huge or instant effect on her. Eventually I settle into spoon position, taking her from behind while working her clit with the P.R--still very little reaction but still she wants to keep it there. And I'm realizing too that she's not all that tight, I guess I had known that but it somehow struck me this time. I keep going, harder and faster, and she seems to be reacting somewhat (I never found her all THAT reactive--her best assets, for me, had been how well she kisses, and just how sexy/beautiful her face looks). Then I handed the p.r. over to her, partly to see if it was even worth continuing, and yes, definitely, she was really clear on what she wanted. Soon I switched positions to mish, and, again, to my surprise, she didn't want to let go the p.r.--so I pinned her thighs over her shoulders with my arms as she kept at herself, giving her long strokes from below to make room for the p.r. A little awkward but hey, the view was unbeatable. Well I went on and on, and she started finally to get hotter and hotter. With a demure squeal, she suddenly took the p.r. away from herself, a sign, I guess, she had come. I did some more mish--she said she wasn't up for perrito--and decided to be finished, soon after which we collapsed in each others arms, slick in sweat, kissing each others wet faces and lips. Just then the knock, and we hit the shower together. Very very nice. I always love watching chicas get dressed again, turning magically from that hot, sultry "Just fucked" look, RIGHT back into their painted high-heeled "Fuck me!" look... $50 for you, plus of course the pocket rocket, now you'll have something to help you think of me when you're at home in Monterrey. A smile and a kiss, then across the patio and out into the club again, a little chat, another kiss, and I'm out on the street with a slightly unsteadied gait.

I walk past more of the SGs, then check Martha's Club where, for a while last winter, I had a favorita now long gone; but it's empty save for a few very scary chicas and a few tv's; then take a pass into Shamrock but don't quite find a fresh-seeming chica, and, worse, seem to have picked up Chris, kind of a leechy character who plays guide to newcomers ("My friend, I can show you some REALLY great new girls!"), is praised in some earlier posts here, but who is equally likely to introduce you to a chica who ain't (as still another poster tells it). So I shook him and ducked into 1-2-3, the strip club with steroid crazed meseros outside and some fairly youngish and cute chicas inside. Got a $2 coke (no pepsi, in fact not even sprite or 7up) and surveyed the girls, always wondering if they go to the room... well no one really looked quite worth the trip although this one goth chick was watchable as, again and again, she jumped athletically to the top of the (vertical) bar, upside down, and then slid slowly down it...

Well, bored eventually, I headed across the street to...Maribu, BT's most well-appointed but least populous club...as I walked through the grassy palm-festooned courtyard, a chica coming the other way spied me and exclaimed "Un hombre!!"--guess rare in these parts, especially on a night when the rain had slowed things down--while JUST at the same time, I exclaimed "Un araña!!"--for I was bent over, watching with fascination a small tarantula scuttling across the walkway. We both laughed. I went in, saw a few older women, Mr. Sanchez the nice elderly mesero, and his son, also a mesero, who greeted me and remembered I liked just a sprite. Sitting behind me I noticed Selene, from Monterrey, very pretty, tight curly dark blond hair, great bod--I'd been with her last winter once, when she was brand new--she was an excellent kisser, very nice, but one of these women--surely you've experienced this--who holds her legs in such a way that you cannot really penetrate very deeply. Ugh...I keep saying I should give her another chance, but, well, not this time, she was talking to a friend and I let her be. Anyway, had my sprite, hung out a little bit, but after two approaches from gorditas, one of whom INSISTED on a buck for--damn, who know for what--I then split, not much doing here anyway, it seems...

Well, next another turn around Papagayo's...definitely more chicas here, some guys, but...well they all seem kind of pudgy, or with kind of sour or disinterested looks on their faces... I could have hung around at least for some conversation, but, well, no; I figured I'd check out the SG's again, and so I did...I went past my favorite place, about half way down the 2nd street that goes down the slope (parallel to the street with Marabu and Tamyko), on the far side...but I only saw one of my favorites, and besides, I wanted to try someone new... Then I remembered a very attractive SG I'd seen earlier on the bottom cross-street, even farther away (between the 2nd and the 3rd street). Yes, she's still there!

She has longish dark hair, a clear face, an absolutely perfect, slender bod, about 5'5" or a bit more, no television in her room, and sits at the doorway somewhat slouched wearing a short skirt. Hola! Como estas? I say and she says Muy bien... with a little lilt at the end. And we talk a bit. She's Gabriela, from Puebla, she's been here a year (how is it that I never noticed you??) Eventually I ask how much and she says $20. Sin ropa? No, $25 desnuda. OK (I have kind of given up bargaining with NL SGs, it doesn't really work for me.) So we go inside. Pagame antes, so I do. Tengo condones I say, but she says "No, solo usamos los miyos, no los tuyos." Well guess she's taking no chances--typical rigid SG... Quantos años tienes? Diez y nueve. And I'm like "No puede ser!" because I somehow heard or mistranslated it to myself as "29". She laughs when I tell her that.

Well then she starts to unpeel, mmmmm good, her breasts are perfectly unaffected by gravity, with lovely puffy-conical umbras around her small nipples--I go down for a taste till she moves me away; then she peels down further, clearly no kids, and I see her perfect little snatch with thin naturally-bare lips and a small but unruly thatch of perfectly straight longish black hair; she insists on putting the condom on herself; and then I'm over her and in, working slowly in and out taking shallow strokes, only gradually getting deeper and deeper. Mmmmmmmmm good again, oh is she tight; so tight that I can feel a sharp band of pressure running up and down the base of my jones as I go in and out of her aperture. Oh, so good. I look down at her, her narrow brown shoulders, those perfect breasts, her sweetly distant face, and I put my lips on her cheek toward her ears as I pump--her head turns away, no kisses. But I keep pumping and I ask myself, as her body shudders in sympathy with each slap, 'Does this even affect her?' I stroke faster just to see, but she is remarkably stoic, only the slightest rushing of her breath as she inhales and exhales through her nose betrays my thrusts... I get into a groove and am going stronger and stronger, I'm getting harder and harder, sweat is breaking out everywhere; I can feel her well-defined pubic bone mauling mine as I bang into her, I feel its opposite surface raking over the top of my shaft on each upstroke, I can feel every contour of her flesh, inside and outside...and after a while, maybe 10 minutes, I slowly feel myself rising past the point of no return--I'm really loud, I can't contain myself. And then I'm spent, shaking and shuddering. Immediately, her hand is down at the point where we join. She wants to control the condom as we decouple. She keeps trying to get a grip, I think she's got it, I start to move out, but again "ay momentito!" and a fingernail digs in (ouch) to get a grip again... Well FINALLY I get out, and we eye each other getting dressed, she with a very sweet and shy smile. I give her a $5, she's very pleased and a little surprised--it's always worth a little more if I actually come, very often I don't, and in fact earlier, I didn't come with Marisol. I give her a couple of pieces of gum, she smiles again, and I leave. This was over a week ago but her image is right here before me.

Again with an unsteady gait I'm on the street, this time headed for Mexico's most perfect taco stand, where fajita meat is grilled over a huge fire and then served on tacos de harina o de maiz with your choice of a fabulous salsa verde, salsa rojo, or pico de gallo. Mmmmmmmm.

So now it's 12:30. A few clouds are visible streaking across an otherwise clear sky. Maybe I don't have to stay overnight after all..maybe I can head north without hitting any serious storms... Then I get a cab to a now waterless centro, walk the bridge over the surging Rio Bravo, hop into the car, and hit home just as the first few raindrops of the entire return trip strike my windshield.

What is the typical driving time from S.A. to N.L, presuming your tires touch the pavement every mile or so?

From smack downtown S.A. to the mall lot by the bridge in Laredo, 152 miles, your best case is 2 hrs and your worst is 2.5. Driving INTO N.L. adds a pretty variable increment to this.

Hey I have been to NL once and loved it! you cant beat the "bang" for the buck! we have to head out together soon sigue. Im thinking around march!!

Sigue, this was quite an awesome report which somehow I hadn't seen before tonight. Your descriptions of Boys Town were exceedingly insightful and your recount of a session with a street girl was CLASSIC. I have been there wondering what was actually going on in their heads while I'm banging away dozens of times, but inevitably I have to focus on the purely physical sensation and try to treat her like the blow-up doll she's emulating in order to successfully complete the mission.

How often are you going to NL these days, and PLEASE keep the reports coming.