Nogales

[Amigo69]

Go to http: //travel. State. Gov/ and you will see in yellow the requirements for traveling to Bermuda, Panama, Mexico, and Canada in yellow background. Click on this area of the page and the requirements for travel to these countries comes up. Starting January 23 2007 all travel into the US by air from these destinations will require a passport. Travel by land and sea may require a passport by January 1 2008. Its very easy to find the requirements. Also put in key words passport requirements into US.

[SexHobbyist]

Anyway, I was just wondering if US customs is requiring passports yet? There was talk of it last year, but I had not seen any comments that the requrement had been implemented.

Thanks,

LL

Yes, passports are required for air travel effective 1/8 and for surface travel effective 1/21.

Must have a passport.

Sexhobbyist

[LoveLOS]

They be talking about $200-225 for a booth with a chair, And $200-250 for a room with a couch and chair. ... Oh this is only good thirty minutes.

ouch!

Got him and the girl two agree to 50 minutes 2 rounds with her for 160.

Whew, sounds plausable. The thing about the eros babe is just that the word "babe" is singular, not plural. Enjoy her!

Anyway, I was just wondering if US customs is requiring passports yet? There was talk of it last year, but I had not seen any comments that the requrement had been implemented.

Thanks
LL

[Scott Bknaz]

They be talking about $200-225 for a booth with a chair, And $200-250 for a room with a couch and chair. A couple of real hotties in there and I mean real hot. Oh this is only good thirty minutes. Went from there to Boleros. Sat with a fine very slender girl can't remember her name. As the waiter kept trying to work me for a room I worked him. Got him and the girl two agree to 50 minutes 2 rounds with her for 160. I laughed at this finished my drink went to Tucson. Got a hold of my Babe From eros. And had a real good time with her 200 for an hour and a half no rush service. Oh I did stop at La Conga It was just too cold in there, no heat. Didn't stay. Will be in Thialand and Manila next month.

Happy hunting and Good luck.

[LoveLOS]

Nice reports, Munch Lunch. Good details that add to our info about the availability and price of services. It sounds like knowledge of Spanish was a tool in your conquest. Alas, some of us are bilingual, but our second language is profanity.

Sexhobbyist

Oh so true mi amigo, but the fucking third language is cash, which us understood by all.

LL

[SexHobbyist]

Nice reports, Munch Lunch. Good details that add to our info about the availability and price of services. It sounds like knowledge of Spanish was a tool in your conquest. Alas, some of us are bilingual, but our second language is profanity.

Sexhobbyist

[LoveLOS]

Munchies,
Those fucking reports were wonderful. I loved the "lurk in the hallway" trick, that is definately creative.

It appears your favorite Mexican dish is the same as mine...

Your reports also provide a lot of insight into lower-cost Nogales mongering, which seems to be the topic of the month.

Hotel note: I have spent an hour or two at Hotel Pancho Villa. While it is adequate for the job and inexpensive, I do prefer a slight upgrade: Olivia hotel, very convenient to the zona--$42./24hrs. I have also spent time in the Granada, which is another slight upgrade to Olivia for the same price, but it is a pretty good hike from the zona.

LoveLOS

Let's do lunch, or a few shots, in Feb.

[Munch Lunch]

later that night, after returning to my room from talking with the owner and desk clerk, i still could not sleep. but, i had hatched a plan, having seen several good looking “chicas” coming and going with “clients”. so, dressed in my pajamas and being the literary type that i am, i wrapped myself in a blanket, put on my house slippers, grabbed my book, and sat in one of the chairs on the second floor stairwell landing; it was almost like a little sitting area.

on the coffee table next to chair, i placed a couple of soft drinks, a bag of potato chips, some chocolates in a heart shaped box left over from last year’s valentines day, and a roll of us greenbacks. (i would never try this in most places, but here it was safe.) i started drinking and snacking, while awaiting my prey. what i lack in good looks, i usually make up for by being a well stocked circle k store; hookers are always hungry.

sure enough, in about 15 minutes, a beautiful young thing with a flushed red face, and that “i just got banged hard” walk; left one of the adjacent rooms. when she saw me she became flustered and tucked the money that her client had just handed her into her bra. i looked up, said hello, and tried to engage her in a conversation. but, nothing doing; she went right down the stairs. i guess a bald, 50-year old in pajamas was just too threatening for her.

i turned the page, and began the next chapter. then, in about twenty minutes, a lovely girl and also a well camouflaged transvestite came up the stairs, arm in arm, with a fat mexican businessman. i nodded “hello” to the three of them and told them to behave themselves; to which they all giggled. two of the three, laughed with their adams apples bobbing up and down; i mentally crossed them off my list.

later, after another chapter in the book, a very young, cute, dark skinned, dark haired girl came down the stairs from the third floor. covered up in her winter coat, she didn’t even look like a working girl; however, at 3: 00 or 4:00 am on a saturday morning, why else would she be there? i doubted she was on her way to mass at the local church.

i said “hello”, pointed to my book, and asked her if she had ever read the author xavier velasco. she said “no; never heard of they guy.” i said, “could you tell me what this word means?” and pointed to the biggest word on the page, which i knew perfectly well what it meant. she tried to explain it, but was certainly no literary intellect like rebecca.

then, i saw her eyes land on my “babe magnates”. i said, “want a quick coke and chips? take a chair” as i waved to the vacant chair nearby. she looked around as if to ask permission from someone; seeing no one, she nodded, and then sat down. i popped the can open and handed it to her and slid the chips across the table. like most hookers, she was hungry and wolfed them down.

i slid the chocolates toward her and said “just a minute, let me get you another soft drink.” i turned and walked the few steps to my room, mentally calculating that if she tried to grab the money and run, i could tackle her before she got half way down the stairs. returning with a coke, a bottled water, some ritz crackers; i had given her the required 10 seconds to contemplate the final “babe magnet” - a money clip full of dollars.

she chose the coke, so i popped it open and gave it to her along with the crackers. she stared hungrily at me as she ate. we then exchanged about three sentences of senseless small talk. as the food and drink disappeared, the dollars seemed to stand out more on the small table. our eyes looked seductively at one another and then down at the dollars. i broke the trance by saying; i have a lot more “goodies” in my room and motioned to the still open door of my room. would you like some cookies, a beer, some canned tuna or some more candy.

she said she liked candy. as i unclipped the dollars and laid them flat on the table, i remembered they totaled about $40, in $1s, $5s & $10s; which, i had left over from tipping in the clubs the week before. emboldened, i said, “what kind of candy do you like; floppy, soft candies or hard sucky candy?” she responded by saying, the hard stuff lasts longer. i slid the dollars across the table at her and said, “i have another $10 for you; plus, tip money. would you like to shower up with me and stay for a couple of hours. she said, “yah, i’d like to shower up; its too cold to go outside now.” she pocketed the $40.

we stood up; she romantically took my hand and led me into my room. i showed her my well stocked wallet and said “i still owe you $10; plus, your “propina” (tip).” then, i told her to go ahead and turn on the shower; i’ll join you in a minute. as she was going “[CodeWord134] [CodeWord134]”, (yes, the word is the same in spanish), i threw all my valuables into my steel lined safety pouch and locked it to the bed frame. i also jammed a small rubber door stop under the door. if she tried to slip out on me early, it would be nearly impossible for her to open the door.

i stripped out of my pajamas, turned off the bathroom light. in the soft glow from the bedroom light i gazed upon her young beautiful body. i asked her how old she was and she said 19 and that she had been working 3 years. yikes; somebody had been in the jail bait! i walked over, hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, felt her up, and my finger noted her crotch was still wet from the previous client.

[Munch Lunch]

by then, i had a raging hard on, so grabbed a condom, had her put it on, turned her around, leaned her over; and as she held on to the sink, banged her **** from behind. i was about to cum, but didn’t want to waste it; so, i stopped. in the shower we scrubbed each other up all over and enjoyed the steam. i pulled the condom off, as johnson had shrunk down. but, then i had her soap up, for the second time, johnson and the twins. she asked how come. i said that i wanted the hard candy to be nice and clean for her. she nodded.

washing of the suds, i turned the shower off and motioned for her to blow me. she knelt down and started licking the twins and johnson. as she sucked, a little pre-cum started to trickle out and she stopped. i said, please continue and mentioned that magic word “propina” (tip). (this word had the same effect as when i used to say, to my ex-wife, “don’t you need a shopping trip to the mall tomorrow?”)

then she went to work in earnest on johnson, when i was about ready to cum i said “por la boca o por la cara; eliges tu.” (take it in the mouth or on the face, you chose). she looked up and as i started to cum, she pulled off and said “cara”. i pulled her face close and shot, with some landing on her cheek and eyebrow. it was the money shot. then, i turned on the shower and we both washed off. i had her towel me dry and handed the towel to her. (the single rooms only come with one towel.)

on the way to bed, she snagged the coca cola and some crackers. i grabbed a beer and we sat together eating and talking. she did not seem to be nearly as smart a rebecca, but who is complaining? after brushing the crumbs out of the bed, i gave her a nice 25 minute full-body massage with hand crème. she thought i was being nice to her; but i was really just ogling her beautiful body. then, she massaged me and we started fooling around. eventually, i got hard again and we worked our way through several positions, then on with the latex dental dam and i started eating her. she loved that and either faked or came to an orgasm. later, she told me mexican men hardly ever eat pussy. i said it was my favorite mexican dish.

i tried to cum again by banging her, but couldn’t; so, i finished by hand and came on her tummy. she wiped off the goo and we lay down together. i told her if she would hug me till dawn i would give her a good “propina” and motioned to my pouch locked to the bed. she agreed; so, off went the lights and we slept for a few hours. during the night, i would finger her or have her jack me once in a while as we were half a sleep.

around 7:00 or 8:00 am, i woke up with a hard on, didn’t quite know who i was with or where. i rolled over on her and johnson was knocking at her door for entry. she said, “no, no, no… and reached into her purse and got a condom out. “ she put it on me, mounted me cg, but was too tired to stay up; so, collapsed on me as i banged her. the condom had the thickness of a michelin tire so i could not cum. so, i had her finish me again by hand.

as she showered up, i got my money out and put some soft drinks and food in a plastic bag, as she headed out the door, she looked even better than the night before. i gave her a the remaining $10 i owed her, the $10 tip and the bag of food. she peeked in the bag, pulled out her breakfast coke, and thanked me.

i closed the door and went back to sleep for a few hours. when i awoke i could smell her scent on my genitals. i smiled, dozed a bit, and was happy knowing it had not just been a dream. i showered up and checked out of the hotel by noon. this was definitely not the “hotel california.”

m. l.

[Munch Lunch]

Having blown my wad, both of money and cum, with Rebecca of Cherry’s the previous weekend; I vowed to keep my budget under control. I arrived in town and checked into the Pancho Villa and hit Boleros, had a drink at the rail of the dance platform, and tipped a couple of “chicas.” Then, all of a sudden they cranked up the music got all the girls (about 10) up on the platform and they danced. The waiters went around selling “two for one” (double the time) “privados” for $21. I forked over the cash, pointed to a tall young girl, and the waiter helped her down the stairs to me. Then, she took my hand and we went downstairs to the booth. The booths are open on the front and all lined up in two, opposing rows, and in spite of a lack of privacy, I did enjoy seeing three other guys getting worked over by lovely lassies. My gal was beautiful, sensual, and let my hands roam at will. Her breasts were small, but had huge erect nipples which I loved sucking. After, two songs, that was it; so, I then just left the club. All the additional services were overpriced and the waiters were pushing the drinks hard. “Guys in ties.”

I then went in a “locals bar” called “Potros Cantina” or something like that. It has a huge 40 foot tall sign in front of it. This is on the same street and just a few doors uphill, deeper into Mexico, from Placers & Boleros. Upon entering there was not a gringo in sight; that was a good sign. Nor, was this an upscale Mexican singles bar. It is a dive where working class Mexicans goes to drink and connect with young hookers; if they are lucky enough to steal the rent money from their wives.

I sat at the bar, a comfortable two stools away, from a cubby but cute, 35 year old, Mexicana. I ordered a beer and chatted with some drunken Mexican truckers to my left. They were cool, and helped me gain acceptance in the bar; however, they were wasting my time as they just wanted to talk forever. Finally, I whispered to them “Hey, guys: look at yourself in the mirror behind the bar. What do you see?” They looked mystified so I said “What I see is two ugly Mexican truckers, one ugly gringo, and two stools down a beautiful Latina just waiting for me. Would you guys quite screwing with me so I can start screwing with her?” We all laughed, they gave me the thumbs up, and wished me well.

I then turned to her and started chatting. She was interesting, but definitely not into literature; so, I had to find something in common. She was humming the words of all the songs that were played. So, I bought her a drink and started singing too; because, I know the Mexican songs by heart. Then, she started singing with me. After about a dozen songs we had a good vibe going. The Mexican truckers leaned over and whispered to me “Hey, man, you’re here to screw not fall in love; they patted me on the back and left.”

Her name was Irlanda and she simply worked there as a drinking hostess; she was on duty until 3:00 AM and even then, probably not available for take out unless you were Brad Pitt. Then, at 8:00 PM, about eight young girls walked into the club, half of them were gorgeous, and stuffed their purses and bags over in a little cloak room to the right of the bar. Irlanda explained to me that these girls would be happy to go to my hotel with me; or, to a little hourly hotel down the street. The price was $50 for a full hour in a room. She said they would do anything I wanted. She called one of them over and introduced us; it was her sister. However, she already had a regular client lined up so was not available. Nevertheless, she did give my Johnson a nice squeeze through my jeans as a consolation prize.

Irlanda and I sang one last song together, and I gave here a gift of some miniature Arizona playing cards. Then she sent me off to the “brat pack”, (pandilla de mimadas) as she called them. Irlanda said a lot of these girls were just getting started in the trade as independents.

[Munch Lunch]

i honed in on one of the girls (maria) that was incredibly good looking, slender, young, with jet black hair and fairly light skin color. she had a spooky, gothic look to her. she peeled off her black jacket to reveal a fake leather black halter top and mini skirt. they did not at all match with the platform tennis shoes she had on. (i haven’t seen platform tennis shoes in years.)

anyway, i asked her to join me for a drink at a table. to which she responded, sure but i gotta go [CodeWord140] first. she walked over to the ladies room, which was already occupied. she banged on the door and told them to hurry up. she then came back to the table where i had sat down and i told her to order a drink. she said, no i want to [CodeWord140]. i looked into her eyes to see if she was drunk or high, even hookers rarely use that kind of language with a stranger. she didn’t seem high, but just blunt and had a bit of an attitude. nevertheless, i decided to go for it.

i just came right out and told her, well you can come back to my hotel, the pancho villa, and [CodeWord140] there. she said, “yah, that’s better than waiting for that ***** to finish putting her makeup on.” she said you got $50 on you? i said, “if you have an hour of free time i do.” she took my hand and almost seemed friendly. don dinero, caballero poderoso.

then we just walked right out of the bar; there was no bar fine. on the way out, irlanda grabbed me and asked me laughingly why i was cheating on her. we laughed. walking the three blocks to the hotel maria began to tell me about her services. basically, gringo, you get to do what ever you want with me for one hour for $50 or $75 for two hours, i take your money, but i’m not your damn girlfriend you know.” i laughed and said, “sounds fair to me.”

i tried to small talk a bit, but she wasn’t interested in chit chat and cut me short. when we slammed the hotel room door shut, she unzipped my pants and gave me a few jerks causing me to get even more erect. (i guess, difficult women just turn me on.) then, she dashed to the bathroom yelling at me to follow. she shouted, i’ll bet you have never seen a girl [CodeWord134] have you. i said, no. she pulled up her mini, with no panties, sat down and peed.

she said, look you, you got a hard on watching me [CodeWord134]. sometimes i charge guys to watch me [CodeWord134], but that was a freebie. i ignored her attitude and suggested a shower. to which she said we don’t have time. i said how about 2 hours? she said show me the money and i fumbled to open my wallet and gave her $50; and said you get the rest after two hours; plus a tip if you work me good.

she stripped, threw her cloths on the top of the toilet tank and turned on the shower. she turned to me and said, “what are you waiting for? strip it off man...” so, i went back in the bedroom, stripped, threw my valubles in the suitcase case, locked it and locked it to the bed frame with a steel strap.

back in the shower she was washing up and i had her wash me up. i thought she was warming up to me a little bit, so i slipped my finger in her ass crack. approaching the holy grail, i asked her if she would do anal for a “propina”. she said “no way, man” and we finished showering up and toweled down.

in bed, i began caressing and licking her almost all over; she was just so gorgeous. then she gave me a fairly perfunctory cbj and mounted me in cg. we went through cg, rcg, doggie, and then into mish, where i popped. she was fairly responsive, but not excellent. she had lost the attitude, but wasn’t even close to gfe.

i looked at my watch and saw that we were almost at one hour. i was tired and knew she would not be worth taking for the full two hours. so i gave her a $5 tip and she left.

if you speak spanish and can handle the drunks that frequent these dive bars, then i highly recommend this route. some of the other girls there were just as cute a maria, but without the attitude. however, for the price this was great.

m.l.

[Munch Lunch]

Sorry guys, I posted these "bass ackwards". If you want the long winded version read them in reverse; starting with "1", then "2" and finally "3"
M. L.

[Munch Lunch]

After a few strokes and her pussy lips exactly one-eight of an inch away from my Johnson; she leaned forward and said “I’ll marry you for $100 for me; plus, $50 to the house and a total of 40 minutes. I said, fine but I’d like a longer honeymoon. This time of day, you are not really busy anyway. How about, I tip the “Tio” so he doesn’t come knocking on the door for at least an hour. She smiled and squeezed Johnson and said “trato hecho.” (Done deal.) I told her she was a wonderfully convincing, business woman. She jerked me a few more times and then we dressed and left the booth.

I paid the $150 all to the waiter, Rebecca took my hand, and he escorted us up some stairs, to a row of dingy rooms. The only furniture was a small sofa, or ottoman like thing. I have seen “privado” rooms which were nicer. Meanwhile, just outside the rooms in a surreal twist, there where cooks slicing up vegetables on big tables. Both the tables and cooks looked like they belonged in a mechanics’ shop. One waved a knife at me, smiled a “missing teeth” grin, and deftly sliced a whole onion in half. We both laughed as he saw that I got the joke with an “ouch” expression on my face.

I turned and told Rebecca and the waiter “thanks but no thanks; I can’t perform in this setting.” Being a great actress, she looked sad and asked the waiter to take us to the hotel. (They own the Hotel Andres, an hourly hotel, right out back.) He said no problem, down the stairs we went, and my love went off to change into her street cloths for the 10 second trek across the street. When she returned, she was even more radiant than before, in tight black slacks, low heels, and a green silk blouse. (The look was just right for, my increasing frequent mental fantasy of the moment, “Hi Mom, “guess who I brought home for Sunday dinner? Do you like my fiancée?”)

So, out we went, across the street, and up the stairs. The waiter grabbed a couple of room keys from the clerk, and started looking for an open room. The first one he opened turned out to be occupied, with a cute chica moaning en acto flagrante on a groaning client. The waiter quickly pulled the door closed, and we all looked at each other wide eyed and then laughed. (I apologize if I disturbed one of you guys!) The next door had a round hole drilled out below the door knob, obviously left over from a previous lock replacement job. I said “No way, I don’t want anyone spying on Rebecca and me on our honeymoon.” Rebecca held me close and said “you are so sweet.” (In puta speak that translates to “your good for a hefty tip.”) Finally, to the third room, which was very basic, had a comfortable, large bed, and was just fine. On the way in to the room, I tipped the waiter $5 USD and told him not to knock too soon. He turned on the lights, adjusted the curtains and handed us a roll of toilet paper for wiping up. I had Rebecca tell him again, not to disturb us for at least an hour.

As soon as the door closed, we both quickly stripped. We had already had nearly and hour and a half of foreplay in the bar and were ready for action. It was BBBJ and ball licking, she took them in her mouth, which she did well. Then on with the condom and her mouth slid, way, way down Johnson; she gave excellent head. She said that was her favorite activity and it showed. After a while in heaven, I put a dental dam on her pussy and licked away. (My mind cursed the CDC; God how I wanted that pussy juice on my face!)

Then, we went into mish for penetration and honeymoon consummation. She had one of the tightest pussies I’ve ever had, and it took us a few minutes of slow working to get all of me inside. I asked her if she wanted some lube, and she said “No, I want to feel all of you and it’s more sensitive without the lube.” I wasn’t complaining.

We then went through the regular four or five positions, each one with her transitioning, smoothly from one to the next. Her “perrito” was excellent. Like a good professional, she could sense my intention and responded nicely. (In everyway, this was total GFE for me: that is, if I could ever find a GF who could screw this well!)

Then, right at an hour the knock came. She yelled out. “Were coming and will be out in a minute.” She facing me, sitting on my legs, and I told her to take off the condom and jerk me. She started in: first with one hand, then the other, then both. After a few minutes I sprayed out the two weeks worth of cum I had been saving. She wiped me up, lay beside me, and hugged me for another ten minutes. The band in the billards bar, down stairs started up and we laughed about being serenaded. Then, and we got dressed. I tipped her a $10, and told her a book title to purchase.

We then walked downstairs, arm in arm, and I asked for a restaurant recommendation. She pointed be to a little sea food “loncheria” just around the corner. We hugged there on that dark, cold street; she crossed and entered the bar. The waiter walked me the half block to the open fronted restaurant named “Marlin de Mazatlan”. He then shook my hand; wished me well and left. As I was eating a fish taco (while all the while fantasizing about Rebeccas taco), the lesbian dike security guard from Cherry’s wandered in for carryout and recognized me. We said “hi” and chatted while she waited. As she left, I told her to say “hi” to “mi novia, Rebecca.” She said, “Sure will, I heard you guys talking about books.”

I highly recommend Rebecca for the Nobel “Piece” Prize.

M.L

[Munch Lunch]

I ordered a second round of drinks for us, for which she thanked me by leaning over and giving me a warm juicy full mouth kiss, and then another, and another, while perched on my lap.

After more than an hour of literature and fondling we were both hot and stared to trash talk. I asked her, “on any given weekend, how many times do you get a marriage proposal from her clients?” She said, “at least a couple of times each week, usually just about the time the guy is cumming.” I said, “I’m not even that far along and I already want to marry you.” She said, “Honey, you can take me to the altar anytime you want.” (For a brief moment, my mind played with that thought: “Hi love; how was work last night?” I decided to pass on that fantasy and concentrate on literature.)

Then she suggested a “privado”. I said I would be delighted, but the time just goes by too fast in a booth, when you are with the one you love. I counted out $21 USD and laid them on the table, but kept my hand on them. She said, “look, its early, there are no other paying customers, you are a lot of fun; so, I’ll give you 2 or 3 songs for the price of one.” I nodded, smiled, and kissed her. The waiter walked by, I handed him the money and off to a booth we went.

In Cherry’s, the booths are right there in the bar, toward the side, and are open with no doors or curtains. But, that did not inhibit Rebecca. The bustier and stockings quickly came off, leaving her only in a small g-string. She danced, then wagged her ass in my nose and asked if I was really orally gifted. I started licking and kissing her round globes till they glistened, with my tongue outlining her delicate ass crack. If it hadn’t have been for a Center for Disease Control (CDC) advertisement going through my head, I would have rimmed her right there. But, it was defiantly an ass worth worshiping. I was beginning to feel like a literary giant.

By the end of the first song, she forgot all about literature, sighed and swung around to face me. She said, “Let’s see if my magic is working” and she reached down, unzipped my jeans, pulled out Johnson and the twins. Then to uncage them further, she slid my jeans half down my butt for better access. She then, pulled her g-string aside, fingered her clit a few times and then mashed her **** against my half hard Johnson. Then, as Johnson grew and became unruly, she sat him aside upright and ground against the twins. As my heart pumped she turned around and lowered her crack right on Johnson. I dry humped her ass as the second song came to a close and my grasp of Spanish literature failed me.

(My mind was going crazy, I was thinking, “What the hell: is she going to fuck me in a privado, open to everyone to see?) I then pulled her face close to me and we had a passionate wet kiss. I said “Honey, its time to talk business. But, as a gentleman, I don’t want to have an unfair advantage over you. She smiled and laughed, while I placed her hand on my engorged cock and told her to convince me that we go to a room. She began to stroke slowly. I said, “We both want it; so, give me your best price first and I’ll let you have what you want.” We both smiled knowing full well who wanted what and who was in control.

[Munch Lunch]

I crossed the border around 3:00 PM on Friday, checked in at Hotel Pancho Villa, showered up, and started to prowl. After checking out a couple of upscale clubs, I wandered into Cherry’s, which is toward to lower end of the local TD scene…just my style. At that time of the day, 4:00 PM, there were only about 4 girls sitting at the bar or various tables. Most were either fat, ugly, or there eyes stared back at me blankly.

Then, I saw “Rebecca” dressed in a white bustier, white stockings, and those “just screw me please” 6 inch, crystal, see-through, high heels. She said she is 32 years old, but showed few signs of wear. She is dark skinned, has dark eyes, 5’ 7’’, dark brunette hair, very slender, A-B cups with very nice nipples, and those full, luscious lips painted bright red. She has several small tattoos, and a large one on her upper arm that says “Alejandro” in honor of her best friend who was shot to death. Rebecca is a regular there; so, some of you may know her. She was excellent for me; but, as we all know your mileage may vary.

She invited me to sit down, I ordered myself a drink, and we began to talk. After we had a good vibe going; I ordered her a drink. Then, she installed her beautiful trim bottom my knee and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. As she lowered the bustier my hands and tongue soon found their way to her warm breasts, which she accommodatingly rubbed in my face. My other hand did some bottom fishing.

I sampled her drink and found it was straight whisky; she said she didn’t like anything watered down. The surprising thing was that this girl liked to talk and she and the waiter were not pushing the drinks. After the typical formalities we found that we both had similar literature interests and favorite authors, like Gabriel Garcia Marquez. (God, isn’t this sweet, just like a college date? Actually, when not screwing, I do actually read literature in Spanish.)

Right then, I knew that if I was going to get the best out of this girl, it was going to be through first connecting with her intellect. (What the hell, I thought to myself, this is like a real date; except I know for sure I’m going to get laid….if I brought enough money.) We talked our way though various books and just kept warming up to each other. (This is great; a well-read hooker!)

She was very responsive and eventually ended up sitting on my lap facing me, with the bustier pushed way down exposing her breasts completely and the g-string off to the side for my viewing pleasure. She caressed my Johnson, through my jeans, and once in a while ground her snatch into my crotch. Then, her hands slid under by shirt and started working my nipples. I was a little surprised that I was getting this far for only one ladies drink. I have paid for table dances before which were far less than this.