I live in California and I had a business convention to attend in San Antonio, Texas and
naturally made a brief stopover first in TJ first.

The whole Tuesday evening, June 4 was spent between AB and the Couhilla Hotel where I was staying. I selected my first 'date' for the evening after ogling the chicas for an hour. I found Maria Magdelina very fetching in her tight pants and halter top. She claimed to have been working there since May (although I know that in reality she had been there since April or earlier). Her plan is to stay in TJ for a year and earn enough money to finish her major in Industrial Engineering. Her BJ was so-so, but she had the talent of doing the "vaginal squeeze" within her shaved pussy. I put her on my 'definite to repeat' list.

Although it was prime time (10PM-1PM), the population at AB was relatively sparse. For the first time, I was able to occupy that wall booth that faces hottie central right at the opening to the 2nd dance floor (because of the crowds, I have never had the chance to occupy that booth before). From there, woohoo, what a view! Many of my personal favorites were there that night all in front of me: Tanya (ex-HK), Tanya2, Oyuki, Miriam, Rosie, Maria Magdalina… Eventually, Rosie plopped herself across from my in the booth and greeted me. She did not push for drinks or anything, but simply slouched sideways on the bench to rest her feet. I had decided earlier not to pick either her nor Tanya2, because if I were to later make a breakfast out of one of the chicas, Tanya2 and Rosie would almost certainly be available around the 5AM hour. But now Rosie is sitting across from me, twiddling with the ends of her hair, in a reclined position, with her legs crossed up on the bench, and her high heel clad foot dangling about 20 inches from my face. Too much to resist! I bought her a drink and spent some time chatting and dancing with her
back in the 2nd dance floor area.

We danced a few slow dances, pressing her very tightly to me as my hands wandered up and down her backside. While chatting in the booth near the rear dance floor I was additionally amused to observe another couple getting way more intimate with each other than I have ever personally
attempted. The girl was standing up, leaning over the guy as he kneaded her big breasts, with the top of her dress pulled down. All this stimulation was too much for me and I invited Rosie up to my room. This was my third time with her. She looks like Minnie Driver's little sister. Ever have fantasies of screwing with one of the cute hotties serving at your local restaurant? Yeah, this chica used to work at a San Diego fast food counter. Just love that bare hairless pussy of hers. Our love making prior to penetration involved a lot of hands on. Eventually my hands were exploring places on her body where I had no business exploring. She declared "…heh, carefull weeet de feeenger!" ….

I bid farewell from my room and did not accompany her back to the bar. It was 2AM and I was wiped out. After sleeping for a couple of hours, I returned to AB. Surprisingly, neither Tanya2 nor Rosie was around. However, Oyuki was laying over a bench taking a nap. I spent the next hour exploring the compound, evaluating the remaining talent, narrowing down my choice to Oyuki. When she finally sat up awake, I rose from my seat to approach her. However, as soon as I took one step toward her, I caught a quick glimpse of a dark skinned wavy haired brunette beauty with a too short blouse and a too low riding pair of pants. I did a quick reversal to this stranger.

She wore a little purse hooked to a chain that she wound around her bare middle. Her name was Marissa. She was formerly a SG for a month who used to hang near the entrance to the Miami club, but joined AB in the last few weeks. She was somewhat of a shy interviewee, but I enjoyed our time together chatting and dancing. In the room, she was a passive lover. This enticed me to lick my way around and upon her nipples, then continuing licking down her torso. I licked my way back up to her chest where I began to suckle, while I had one hand pressed between her legs.
Her last article of clothing, her bikini panty, slid off …

I only had the opportunity to sleep another 1 or 2 hours because I had a midday flight to Texas. I left the Couhilla Hotel shortly after 8AM fearing the border wait. Indeed, the line was monstrous, snaking beyond the bend in the street. Fortunately, from the time I lined up to the time
I set foot on the USA sidewalk was a grand total of 35 minutes.

The Cable Television convention which I attended in San Antonio was a success from the business point of view. From the entertainment point of view, it was a failure. Relatively few hotties to ogle IMO. No supermodels hanging around again. I DID get to tour the famous Alamo. That satisfied a desire since childhood after watching Disney's Davey Crockett series.

Now, I had heard a lot about Boys Town of Nuevo Laredo from email correspondence with others who have been there and this was my first visit. I had heard that this place had lots of chicas and was just as wild as the Tijuana red zone. I cut out of the convention early on Thursday. After a brief nap, I was on the road to Laredo, Texas at
5:40PM, humming the Davey Crocket and the old Laredo TV series theme song. The dreaded rush hour backups characteristic of Northern
California never materialized. In fact Norcal's Sunday morning freeways sport heavier traffic than San Antonio's rush hour! Still it was one long drive, but the prospect of visiting the famous 'Boys Town' kept me excited. What is with these "picnic stops"? No bathrooms or water, sheesh! Fortunately the Texas Hiway Patrol (THP?) was not around to catch me pissing in the gutter. Actually they did pull me over when I arrived in Laredo. There is a construction zone which required a 45MPH limit. First off, I did not see the sign. Secondly, my California driving experience would have told me that NOBODY drives anywhere close to 45 in a 45 zone anyway, unless they want to get rear ended. By engaging in some small talk and steering the subject to how badly the recession hit Silicone Valley and how I feel lucky to still have a job, I likely influenced the cop to let me off with a warning. Sheesh, in California, a few miles over the speed limit is nothing.

Based on info emailed to me and checking the NL website, I was able to find the parking lot at Water and Salinas Streets. I used the ample street parking, seeing no point in forking up $7.00 to use the lot when street parking is free. The bridge leading to Mexico over the Rio Grande River was very obvious, and I was soon across and caught the nearest cab to Papagayous for $10.

I entered the famous Papagayous bar at 8:30 PM to be greeted by several of the saloon girls. There were perhaps 10 in total milling about, and I was in no hurry to select a date quite yet, as I wanted to get a feel for the ambiance and wait until a larger selection is available. This has got to be the darkest bar I have ever been in and focusing on the chicas was difficult. It was a fairly large bar, perhaps a little smaller than Adelitas in Tijuana, seems to me. It seemed kind of weird to be in a Mexican bar that periodically played American Country Western from the jukebox. After around an hour and a half of ogling and rejecting several come-ons, I made my selection. I introduced myself to petite little Laura who responded to my invitation for a drink with "Un momento". Now, this happened to me once before at AB in TJ, and I figured that "Un momento" translates to "get lost", so I took that as my cue to get going and continue the Boystown tour.

I hung a right from the Papagayous parking lot and headed south (at least my internal compass told me it was south, for all I know, I headed north, but for the sake of getting a point of reference, lets call this 'south'). I crossed one street, bypassed the Shamrock Bar (which I decided to pass on), waved off the cocain sellers and entered the StreetGirl barrio. I was impressed with the setup of each SG leaning up against the open doorframes of their personal motel rooms, as opposed to TJ's SGs leaning up against the walls of their associated hotels. I turned right (west) and right again (north) passing the Western club on my left. I decide not to enter this bar either, having been told that there are a lot of TV's there. Turning right again (east), I passed the famous Maribou club on my left and on the right, the Tamyko club, and the Donkey Show. I entered Club123 on that same street side.

There were only about half a dozen patrons in Club123. I chose this place to hang out as I understood that they had a strip show. I stayed for a couple of dance rotations, but was not impressed because these girls did not really do any serious booty shaking at all, and worse yet, they did not strip, just sort of swayed to the music. I did lust after one incredibly beautiful chica, but I had the realization that my time is growing short and would have time for only one shot, so I adjusted my train of thought to 'ultra-picky' mode and would make my selection for a date very carefully after further exploration.

I made a brief tour of both Maribou's and Tamyko's, but neither bar had quantity or quality of girls to make me want to settle in and ogle. (I imagine, however that these places may be absolutely jumping on the weekend). I retraced my steps back through the SG barrio, checking out both sides of the street to make mental notes of who I may choose to play with later. I turned south at the Papagayous street to tour in a figure-8 pattern to study both SG square blocks. There were some very cute girls out there, but most had a little too much tummy for my personal tastes. Being from NorCal and not used to the heat, I was sweating, even though I wore a flimsy tank top and shorts, and decided to seek refuge in an air conditioned bar. I completed the figure-8 route and headed back to Papagayous which clearly had the most chicas.

Re-entering the bar around 11PM, I noted that the population had doubled and there were plenty of chicas to choose from. I would guess that this place must be a zoo, similar to Adelitas or Chicago Club on the weekend. The ratio was wonderfull as it appeared that there was as many girls as guys. Unlike AB in TJ, the ladies do not have a lot of walls or benches to lean up against and tended to congregate in groups in various parts of the bar. I slowly wound my way around the compound, taking close looks at all the girls
that I found attractive, registering girls rankings and locations on my mental evaluation spreadsheet. Three quarters of the way around the bar, I spotted Lisa Kudrow. Passing her slowly, I eyeballed her from head to toe, admiring this beautifull slender short haired blond dressed in
high heels, hot pants and halter top. I turned to make a second pass by her and she gave me a little smile. I immediately deleted my spreadsheet.

Her name was Patricia and I invited her to a table for a drink. They have a long alcove along one wall where one can get to know one's date with adequate illumination. Chica drinks were $2.00!!! Way better than the overpriced $6-7 drinks in TJ! The music volume was definitely lower than any of the TJ ZN bars, which made for a comfortable talking level. We chatted about her, about me and about life in Nuevo Laredo. She had been there 6 months. She claimed to be 28, although from her makeup covering the laugh lines, I would guess her to be in her mid to upper 30's (kind of reminded me of blond Carina CC, for those of you who know her ). She said that they were building a swimming pool adjacent to the bar and she invited me to return at a later date during the day to go swimming with her. She also encouraged me to return on Independence day later this year when all the chicas will be dressed up in costume. This year, she will be dressed up as Adelita. Imagine, Patricia wants to dress up as Adelita! Darn those chairs though! They use big wooden chairs with arms on them which inhibited me from saddling up against her for some fondling. I did the best I could, holding and kissing her dainty little hand, lightly rubbing her arm, stroking her slim thighs… By the time I started working my fingers under the borders of her bra, the conversation turned to securing a private room. I was the first customer on her first day back after a few days off and she described herself to be "…a virgin for you…" Sounds good to me! Her $70 opening bid was quickly re-negotiated to $60. The payment logistics were $10 for the hotel rental, $1 for a condom, and $2 for the towel. She left me momentarily to pay the hotel fee in advance, and were soon hand in hand headed for the private bedroom.

The bedroom was huge! It had 2 double beds in it. The crown jewel of the room was the big full length mirror. I watched our embrace in this
mirror. After kissing her narrow shoulders and easing the spaghetti straps off, I observed our now topless embrace. My hands were stroking her curves from her neck to her thighs. The hot pants came off. My shorts were dropped. We embraced again. Still observing the mirror, I eased my fingers under her g-string panties and slowly slid them downward. Now nude, I flipped her around so we both faced the mirror. An awesome view! I had one hand cupping a breast while the other slid down her front, down to her thighs, then between her legs… …She introduced me to a new variation of the missionary position. She worked her legs together, causing me to be spread eagle with my legs around hers. This inhibited full penetration, but, MY GOD! It was one helluva vice grip on me…

I bought one more drink for her back at the bar to keep her with me a little longer. Our time passed too quickly and she left me to "go back to work". Satisfied, I knew that it would be wise to head back to San Antonio at this midnight hour, but being surrounded by chicas, chicas milling before me, chicas approaching me asking for my company, chicas asking if they could suck my dick, this made it all difficult to just get up and leave. Fortunately, my watch told me it was 10:00PM. Yes, for the past 2 days, I was still basing my activities on California time, not Texas time, and my own internal clock told me that it was still
early. About an hour later, Patricia and her hometown compatriot (I think her name was Vanessa) sat down next to me. Neither had gotten any
business. But for $2 a chica drink, this was a bargain to have them join me. Again, I had a fine time cuddling and chatting with Patricia. I
KNEW I was not recovered fully, but her teasing, giggling, and touching were too much for any logical thinking.

Once again we are back in the room, first enjoying the self-generated strip show on the big mirror followed by a brief BJ then vaginal penetration. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, but after a half hour, had to call it quits as I was clearly out of fluids. It was past midnight, California time (2:00AM Texas time) and I really had to go, but I just had to spend one more drink with her. She cast a powerfull spell on me making me promise to come see her next week. I felt sad to part with her (my soulmate for life, on this particular hour).

The border crossing was a pleasant surprise. No lines, no metal detectors, no Xray screening, no interrogation, just a guy pointing to the door, "USA". The drive back was a royal pain after spending an evening playing with prostitutes. I set my cruise control for 66MPH on this 65MPH speed limit freeway between Laredo and San Antonio, and I was STILL passing trucks and cars. I never felt the feared 'dozing off' feeling as my mind dwelled on my plan to return and rescue Patricia from this life, take her across the border to the USA, fuck her twice a day, etc. etc. I also began to regret that I did not check out the donkey show while I was there. After all, how often can one get to witness a woman having sex with an animal? As I drove into San Antonio at 5:30AM, the expected rush hour backup was once again non existant. Heck, at this time, other cars were non-existant. All the working stiffs must have moved to Silicone Valley to clog up the roads.

I spent a good part of Friday's flight back to California sleeping.

Special thanks to Porker, Juplo and Dear-John for all the info you sent me. And special thanks to Senator for the 'Technical Manuals'. -A

Excellent report Lee!

Dude, Nuevo Laredo has NO donkey show. Its a myth, the donkey is just there for show. So don't worry, you didnt miss anything. As far as your comparison, I've never been to TJ but my guess is Nuevo Laredo is a little less quality but at a lower price so in the end it all works out. And yes, I do LOVE the traffic here in San Antonio, beats Atlanta traffic anyday!

No my friend you are wrong. In the last two years I have twice witnessed a women having sex with a real live doney. It was an animal and not a man in a costume, like a show I once saw in TJ. Granted the whore was well past her prime, and I wouldn't fuck her with your dick.

Believe it, it happens, although maybe only on weekends, and they try to pack the place for hours in "anticpiation" of the show. Hell you could drink a dozen beers just waiting for the show. Basically they know the night is done once that show is over so they try to milk it for every peso.