The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs a lot less. -- Brenden Behan
I walked along looking at the buffet table. It was a shambles. The shrimp had been devastated. The crudités were scattered. The dips and chips had been thoroughly attacked. It was obvious an army had marched through the ballroom. I looked around the ballroom and saw the army in full retreat now that the free food was gone.
I was in San Diego for a three-day economic conference. It looked to be interesting. Well, as interesting as economics could ever be I suppose. The President of the Federal Reserve district was scheduled to speak, as was the former head of the Council of Economic Advisors to the President. High powered speakers certainly. I hoped the conference lived up to its billing.
The welcome buffet was put on the evening before the conference officially started for those who had traveled in. I mingled looking for someone I knew to no avail. I checked my watch, 8 p.m. Time for some entertainment.
Grabbing a cab, I rode to the nearest trolley station. The trolley runs from San Diego to the Mexican border. From there it's a short walk across the border to Tijuana. Stepping across the painted line, United States/Mexico was a bit of an unsettling experience. In one step I lost all of the protections I took for granted and mostly never even noticed. There was no Constitution anymore. My language wasn't the official language. I felt vulnerable for a moment. But two more steps and the feeling started to fade replaced by excitement. I was in a foreign country and just a few minutes away from the famous fleshpots of TJ. La Zona Rosa. The pink zone. Oh yes, TJ, renown for the donkey shows and other decadent displays. Clubs where the women were available for your pleasure. And right next door were hotels with rooms available by the half-hour or hour. And you even got a towel with the room. What more could you ask? Unlike the US with its backward laws it was all legal. No worrying about a police sting.
A line of decrepit cabs were waiting. I walked up to one and leaned in the window. "Adelita's?"
The hack smiled, "Si"
"How much?"
"Five," he answered holding up five fingers.
I jumped in the front seat. In my research on the TJ scene I had read that you should always sit in the front seat of a cab. Jumping in the back is almost an insult, as if you think of the cabby as a menial. "Let's go," I said smiling.
"You been to Tijuana before?"
"No. My first time."
"Go to Chicago Club. Mas better Chicas at Chicago Club."
"I know. I want to see Adelita's first. Then I'll walk over to Chicago."
The cabby smiled. "Si si. You want to see all the buenas Chicas."
I laughed. "Si, SI!"
The cab crossed the Tijuana River, a fetid and polluted stream, and raced into downtown. We screamed around a corner and were headed up the Ave Revolucion, the main drag of Tijuana. The driver swerved around traffic that was stopped in the street by having two wheels on the curb barely missing the sidewalk vendors and then through some run down areas on the Ave Coahuila. I was tempted to close my eyes but if I was going to die, I wanted to die with my eyes open. A quick squeal of the tires and we stopped in front of a garish building. Adelita's. I handed the cabby seven bucks. "How long you stay?"
"I don't know. Until the right girl comes along."
He laughed again handing me a card. "You call. I come pick you up. Safe ride back."
I took the card. "Gracias."
"De nada," and he roared away.
I turned and looked at Adelita's. Las Vegas it wasn't. But it also wasn't as rundown as I had feared. A nice dive is how I'd describe it. A large lighted white sign surrounded by bright red, Adelita's Bar with cacti as the background. Below a garish blue light ran the length of the sign. On it was a woman holding a rifle. Now you might be wondering why a woman with a rifle. It seems that during the Mexican revolution women accompanied the men on their campaign. The women came to be called Adelita's. I guess they were the Florence Nightingale's of Mexico. Except they weren't nurses. Different men fight for different reasons.
I took a deep breath and entered. The interior was dark and the music was blaring. I waited just inside until my eyes adjusted to the gloom. The place was filled with stale cigarette smoke. A girl, maybe twenty, was starting to dance to the music over by the bar. She was looking at the ceiling as she shimmied unconvincingly. I walked around to an open table and grabbed a seat. Most of the girls were over on one side. The dancer was slowly revealing her breasts as she continued to shimmy. She would look as interested if she were mopping a floor.
The waiter arrived. "Que quiere de tomar?" he asked.
"Si. A Carta Blanca por favor."
After the drink arrived so did the first chica. Maybe 30 years old. She had a round face and a round butt. I give her a 4 on a scale of one to ten. She had a nice cleavage on display as the dress was cut low and tight. I would bet that she was wearing a miracle bra. If she breathed too deeply the dress would have split open. "Hi. You first time?" she said as she slid into the booth with me.
"No. Been before."
She slid her hand up my thigh and rested it on my crotch. Starting a gentle massage she asked, "Honey, you want to buy me drink?"
Great. A hustle. A 'drink' would be colored water at $8 of which the girl would get a cut. No way did I want to blow money on colored water. "Maybe later," I said noncommittally.
She gave a last squeeze. "Ok. I see you later. And Honey, I can suck you until you cry out. Like a vacuum." Whoa. I'm not in Kansas anymore. She wandered over to the other girls and they chatted. One girl was giving me the eye but again she wasn't my type so I looked away. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. What the hell was I doing? Maybe I should leave. I downed the beer and thought about getting a cab and getting the hell back to the good old US of A.
That's when I saw her. Her eyes were cast down at the floor. She had dark hair that fell across her shoulders and part way down her back. She had on a form fitting dark blue mini-dress. Her face captivated me. She was pale with fine sharply drawn features. She looked more Spanish than Indian. She appeared too young to be hanging out in a bar. She wasn't exactly beautiful. But I was captivated. She had a youthful freshness that made her doubly attractive. What was she doing there? I was staring at this vision when the waiter showed up.
Having watched and realizing I was a gringo he asked in English this time, "You like another drink?" he asked.
"Yes. Another Carta Blanca por favor. And send a drink to the girl in the dress."
He looked over at the wall. "Which?"
I pointed. "The one in the blue dress with her eyes down."
"Ah, si. Isabella." The way he said her name sounded musical with the long vowels. Esaaaaabellaaaaa. I threw a twenty on his tray to encourage him. He headed off to the bar. He brought my beer quickly and then took a glass of colored water over to the girl. They talked and he pointed my way. I smiled as she looked at me. She turned and walked toward the back of the bar. I was shocked and disappointed. She was walking away. Damn. She started talking to one of the other ladies with her back to me. I just got snubbed. I looked at the beer. I took two swigs and set it down. It didn't taste all that wonderful anymore. I was about to get up and head home when I looked up to see Isabella and the other lady sitting down in the booth.
"You want to see Isabella?" the older lady asked.
"Yes. She speaks no English?"
"Yes, she speak English. But it is her first night at Adelita's and she ask me to help her." I wondered if that was true. She did look young and innocent. More likely it was a ploy to get a higher price. I'd heard the stories about the kid on the street corner. 'Hey Mister. You try my seester. She is a virgin. Everyone say so.'
I looked at Isabella. She was very pretty. Up close I was surprised by how young she looked. I knew bar girls had to be eighteen in order to get the prostitute's work permit. But she was a young looking eighteen. "Oh. Yes, I'd like to see her."
"How long you wish to see her?"
Without thinking I blurted out, "Three days." Like I said, I was captivated.
The girl looked surprised and I saw Isabella's eyes get wide. So, she did understand English. The other girl looked at me with narrowed eyes sizing me up. "You stay here for three days?"
"No I'm in San Diego for a conference."
There followed a quick whispered conference. They didn't need to whisper because I certainly didn't have the Spanish to follow the conversation. The older girl looked at me again. "You are nice man?"
"Yes."
"You will be good to her?"
I smiled, "Yes."
"Bueno. How much you pay?"
"Three hundred."
The girl shook her head. "Eight."
"Four." I countered.
"Seven."
"Four fifty."
"Six."
"Five."
"Five fifty."
"Five," I said with finality.
She looked over at Isabella. "Five hundred, up front."
"Three now, two at the end. Also, I tip very well for her if she is nice for me." Christ, I was starting to speak pigeon English.
The girl nodded to Isabella and said something in Spanish. Isabella slid off the chair and headed off. "She get her things." I nodded. I reached into my pocket and took out a twenty and handed it to the girl. She looked surprised.
"Gracias," I said.
She took the money. She took my hand and looked at me earnestly. "Listen. Isabella a sweet girl. You be nice to her. I tell you this and it is true. Today is her first day." I'm sure I looked a little unconvinced. "I know many girls say this. I not say this to get more money. Really. Is her first day. Please, you be good to her."
"Thank you. Yes, I will treat her very nice." She patted my hand.
Isabella returned with a small bag. I stood and pulled out the card. "Could you call?" I asked handing the card to the girl who had been the negotiator.
"Si." And headed off to the bar.
The cab picked us up at the curb. He smiled as I jumped in the front and Isabella got in back. He looked at her and then gave me an approving look. We roared off to the border. At the border crossing I put my arm around Isabella and walked through to the U.S. side. I had left my wallet at the hotel just taking as much cash as I would need carefully split among different pockets. For ID I had my passport. The customs inspector looked at the passport, me and my arm around Isabella and waived us through. By his look I could tell he knew she wasn't immigrating. This was pre 9-11 and things were different.
Once on the U.S. side, I let go of her shoulder and walked over to the trolley. Isabella followed along. The trolley was getting ready to leave so I pulled her in. There were plenty of seats. The trolley started off as we found a seat in the front. Isabella looked out the window watching the darkness intently. She followed all the stops as we rolled into San Diego. We hadn't exchanged a word on the trip north.
"So this is how I go to Mexico?" she asked.
I pointed at the other tracks. "This one will go straight to the border." She nodded.
I grabbed a cab to the hotel. It was only a few blocks but I didn't feel like walking that late at night. Once there, I helped Isabella out. She followed me into the hotel. On the elevator up to my room I looked at her. She was even prettier in the light. I was sure most of the girls at Adelita's would be better looking in the dark. Isabella was an exception. She saw me looking at her and blushed as she cast her eyes down.
On my floor she followed me down the hall to my room. I opened the door to let her enter first. She stood still looking into the room her bag held in both hands in front of her. She looked demure and uncertain. I waited. She looked back down the hall at the elevator and turned toward the room and walked in. I followed. She stopped in the middle of the room and looked around. I went over to the window and opened the curtain. The bay was spread before us. Across the bay, San Diego created a bright panorama of lights.
She hadn't moved. "Isabella." She looked intently at me. "We have to talk to each other you know. You haven't said hardly anything since we left Adelita's."
"Si."
"No," I said shaking my head. "English. I know you understand English."
Her gaze fell again. Then, still looking down, she said, "Yes. But my English is no so good."
I laughed. "Your English is MUCH better than my Spanish. Gracias." My awful pronunciation of that one word finally made her smile. "Please, set your bag down. Are you hungry?"
Setting her bag down she answered, "Si... Yes."
"What would you like?"
"I don't know. This is my first time to los Estados Unidos."
"Ok. Let's go find a nice American restaurant." I walked toward the door. Isabella looked back at her bag. "Leave your bag. It will be fine." She followed me out to the elevators.
In the lobby, I headed off to the restaurants. There were three open. I skipped the cafe and the snooty overpriced restaurant. That left a nice California Brasserie. The hostess seated us far in the back in a secluded table. I wasn't sure if she did that for our comfort or to hide us from the respectable guests. I have a feeling the hostess had seen other gentlemen with their 'nieces' in the cafe before.
We ordered a couple of appetizers, as neither of us was all that hungry. I've always heard that a chef will put more time into his appetizers than the entrees because they are often his signature dish. An entree is an entree. But an appetizer can be a work of art. I've found that to be true at better restaurants and have gotten in the habit of ordering several appetizers and skipping the entree. This restaurant followed the rule. Each dish was presented beautifully. Bellisimo. I shared my dishes with Isabella. She did a better job of cleaning the plates than I did. She was smiling and complimenting my choices by the end of the meal.
After the meal we headed back to the room. I let her in first. Again, she stood alone in the middle of the room. Thinking to make it slightly more romantic, I turned off the room lights. The lights from the city across the bay and the hotel floodlights on the beach provided enough light in the room to see. She was looking intently at me again. I walked over to the window. "Come. Come look at the city."
We stood looking at the lights across the bay. I reached up and put my arms on her shoulders from behind. I felt the tension in her muscles. I started a light massage of her shoulders and neck. She relaxed so I leaned down and gently kissed her neck. Isabella squirmed out of my hands and moved away from the window.
"What?"
"No," she answered.
"No what?" I asked.
"This is not right."
"Oh." I was very disappointed. But there was nothing to be done. "I understand. I will take you back to Adelita's."
"Oh no. I do not want to go to Adelita's I hate it this place." She was twisting her hands together, obviously distressed.
"Isabella. Come. Sit here and tell me what is going on." She continued to wring her hands. "Please. Maybe I can help."
"I don't know..."
"Come. Sit." I motioned to a chair by the window. She came over and sat. I took a chair on the other side of the window leaving the lights off for the anonymity the half-light provided. "Tell me."
"Tonight is the first night."
"Yes," I said. "Your friend at the bar said so."
"No. I mean the first night. Not at Adelita's. Ever."
I was surprised. "You mean ever with a man?"
"Si."
"Why are you working at Adelita's?"
"Mi familia is from a very poor place. It is small place and there is no money. Mi Padre get a friend to take me here to work in the factory. It pays the money. Mi familia need to send them money. Then the factory they say they don't need so many girls and the young girls, out the door."
"Why the young girls?" I asked.
"I do not know this. But all the girls who are not a certain age they are no longer to work," she said a touch angrily.
"So you try Adelita's."
"Si. I have a friend at the factory. She work there before and she go back. She help me. Introduce me to the lady who manage... yes, manage Adelita's."
"Isabella. This is a very hard job. Many women can not do it." I remembered that to get a work permit women were supposed to be eighteen in Tijuana. But now I wondered. "Isabella, how old are you?"
She looked puzzled and then said, "I no have the word." She held up ten finger followed by seven.
"Seventeen?" I asked.
"Si."
"But to get a permit..." my voice trailed off.
"No, this is easy. Mi amiga she take me to la policía and we give him some money and I have these permit, yes."
"Isabella you are too young..."
She cut me off. "No," she said with an air of determination. "I am a woman. If other can do this, I can do this. But, it is hard. I thought my first time..."
I felt like a shit. Here is this young girl forced into doing something that she doesn't want to do. I felt like an accomplice in her... I don't know what. Jesus Christ! What a mess. I decided to take her back to TJ that night.
"Isabella. I'll take you back to Tijuana. You don't have to..."
Loudly, "NO." And then more evenly, "You do not understand. I must."
"But I cannot. I mean, I'll feel like I'm... I mean, I just can't."
"Why can you not? You are not strange huh? I have heard of the men who like niños."
I crimsoned. I could feel the heat in my face. "I'm not gay and I don't like little boys" She was smiling knowing she had gotten to me. I continued as if I hadn't been gotten to at all, "But I cannot do something if you do not want to. I would feel like I was doing it against your will. Almost like it was rape."
"Ah, I understand. You think because it is my first time I do not want to."
"That's what you said," I answered confused. Isn't that what she said, I asked myself.
"Please, at the window. Maybe I am little frighten. I am sorry. I am sad that my first time will not be with a boyfriend. As a niña I thought many times what it would be like, my first time. I never thought it would be... like this. You understand. It was just for that moment. But that does not mean I am not a woman. I too wish to know what it like. To have a man hold me in his arms and make me a woman. In my village we niñas would sneak out at night and listen. I have heard women crying out when their men takes them. Yes I have heard them shout out their passion. Yes, I need the money too. I want to know that passion too." She paused and looked off into the distance. "Please, be my boyfriend for this night. It will be good for you to be my boyfriend." She ended looking deeply into my eyes holding them with her own. The last line lanced deeply into my soul and with it; she took possession of my soul. Just as women have taken possession of men from time immemorial.
"Are you sure?" I asked in a last bid of some control over my fate.
Seizing me completely by surrendering she answered, "Yes. Make me a woman."
I walked over to her and held out my hand. She took it and I led her to the bed. I leaned down and kissed her. She returned the kiss her arms entwining themselves around my neck her body melding against mine.
Isabella broke the kiss and took a step back. Holding my eye, she reached behind her and slowly unzipped her dress. She shrugged it off her shoulders. She was wearing panties but no bra and her breasts stood proudly open to my gaze. They were perfect, lighter toned than the surrounding skin, rounded with an erect nipple topping them and just the right size to fit in my hand or my lips.
Isabella had kicked off her panties. She did a little pirouette for me and stood smiling at my appreciation. "You like?"
"Oh my God. Bonita Isabella. You are so beautiful."
Her face lit up and she responded. "Now please. You are my boyfriend, yes? I should see you," she said motioning to my clothes.
"Si," I said laughing. I threw off my shirt and quickly followed that with shoes, socks, and pants. Her eyes were looking down at my erection bouncing in concert with my rapid heartbeat. "Do you wish to touch it?" I asked.
Her hand wrapped around my cock and she slowly stroked it. Stepping close to me our lips touched as she continued slowly stroking my cock. She pulled away and crawled onto the bed looking back as if to say, what are you waiting for? I jumped onto the bed, threw myself at her, and kissed her, our kisses growing more fevered and passionate. I had to stop myself from mounting her right then reminding myself that this was her first time.
I kissed her neck and ears and then back to her lips for more kisses. I kissed down across her collarbone and down to her breast, first circling it with my tongue before laving her with licks, bites, and sucks. I circled to her other tit and then back for more kisses. Isabella attacked my mouth with her kisses and pushed her tits against my chest as we kissed. I went back for another round of kissing and sucking her nipples and breasts and back for more kisses. The next time I skipped her tits and kissed across her belly and down to her mons which had been recently shaved. As I got close I could sense her arousal and as I kissed down along her thigh I could smell it, the heady aroma of aroused woman.
Settling between her legs I kissed along the inside of her thigh closer and closer to the apex. Isabella shivered as my tongue almost touched her lips then veered away. A small moan sounded from deep inside her. I planted my tongue at the bottom of her pussy and let it work its way up, parting the folds of her labia as it slid up. As it reached her clitoris her body shivered and she hunched up mashing her pussy into my face. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth lashing it with my tongue and massaging the base with my lips. Isabella's body shuddered and her stomach muscles rippled with a rhythm matching my lips fucking her clitoris. Her fingers were clutching at the sheets.
I slid up over her body and my cock found the entrance to her pussy. I kissed her gently as the head of my cock parted the folds of her pussy. Is there any moment as wonderful as that moment when you first enter a woman, that moment when the hot wetness of her pussy surrounds your cock and welcomes it inside? I worked my cock slowly up and down, coating it with her juices. As I pushed into her I felt a momentary resistance. I pushed harder and then my cock slid all the way into her tight pussy.
"Aiyee," Isabella moaned. I held still as her eyes opened. "Oh, this hurt." She moved her pussy around my cock. "Si, mi novio, You are fill me so much." She reached up and put her hand on my cheek and said, "Gracias, mi boyfriend. Now we are lovers."
I kissed her passionately as I started sliding my cock in and out of her. I tried to hold myself to a slow rhythm and wait for her but it felt so incredible that my climax couldn't be denied. I picked up speed fucking into my little chica. Her body responded to mine, her fingers digging into my back. That sent me over the edge and the cum poured from my balls and into her waiting pussy. "Oh Isabella, I am cumming..."
"Madre de Dios!" she shouted as I emptied myself. Her fingers scraped across my back and her teeth buried themselves in my chest as her pussy pulsed around my cock coaxing the last drops of cum out.
Spent, I collapsed on her. I could feel the last vestiges of her climax on my cock. When her body relaxed I let my cock slip from her pussy and falling to the side I pulled her to me. She snuggled into my arms. She pulled my face to hers for a kiss, affectionate rather than passionate. "Now I know how the women feel when they shout in the night. You are so good lover," as she kissed me again.
"You are the good lover," I answered. "Mi chica, that was the best ever." Isabella smiled and snuggled into my chest.
The next thing I remembered was the buzzer. I disengaged myself from the naked sleeping body next to mine and cut off the alarm. Low sunlight streamed in through the window. I climbed out of bed and went it to pee and start the shower.
I was lathered up when the curtain was pulled back and I was joined by a squirming naked woman. We spent the time getting certain critical body parts washed very well. Very well indeed. When we stepped from the shower I was hard as a rock.
A quick wipe down and I pulled her into the bedroom before pouncing on her naked body. As much as I wanted to fuck her I knew she might be sore from the night before. So I pulled her thighs apart and kissed up her thighs to her pussy. I spread the lips and worked my tongue into her. I was greeted with a moan and soon after with a flood of her juices.
Unlike the previous night, I didn't stop licking and sucking on her pussy as she approached her climax. I continued sucking her clitoris until she spasmed under me. Her cum poured from her pussy and ran down the crack of her ass. Her thighs clamped around my head holding me away from her pussy as the last tremors coursed through her body.
After her body relaxed, I kissed her and went back in to wash my face. I left Isabella in the room curled up in the bed with a smile on her face. I told her I'd be back for lunch and to wait for me. Jaysus, but the morning dragged along. I kept having visions of her. Scenes from the night before flitted through my mind. The speaker was talking about unemployment rates and GDP deflators and I was having pants inflation thinking about kissing Isabella's breast. At the morning break I had to restrain myself from going up to the room just so I could hold her in my arms and kiss her.
When lunch finally rolled around I couldn't stand it any longer. I bolted from the conference room and headed up the elevator. When I opened the door Isabella was sitting over by the window. She turned as I entered and smiled a radiant smile. I hurried over and pulled her into my arms, kissing her almost violently. She returned the kiss with passion.
"I missed you."
"Ah, si. I miss you. The morning, it has been long while I sit here."
I kissed her again this time gently nibbling at her lips. She smiled as I broke away. I looked down and realized that she was wearing the same dress as the night before. I hadn't even noticed when I walked in. I hadn't thought about that the night before. She had brought only one small bag. "Is this dress all you brought?"
"I do not bring other dress. This is all I have." I could tell from her eyes that she was feeling uncomfortable. Whether it was because it was the second day in the same dress or because it wasn't exactly a dress to wear around the town I didn't know.
"It doesn't matter." Then I had a thought. "Listen. I have an excellent idea. There is a store just down the street. I will take you there."
"Oh no. Clothes, they are muy esspensive in the los Estados Unidos."
"No. They are very inexpensive at this store. They are free. Come." She looked at me dubiously. I grabbed her hand and led her out. Her shoes were not made for hiking so I grabbed a cab even though it was just a few blocks. I remembered seeing a store on the way to the hotel but couldn't remember what it was. Turned out to be a Target. Oh well. Not Saks Fifth Avenue but we could get her some casual clothes.
I held her hand as we went into the store and then lead her straight over to the ladies department. She was like a kid on Christmas. "I have never seen so many clothes. We have a store but it has just one room for the clothes. Oh..." she said looking at the aisles of clothes.
"You need a bathing suit and some casual clothes to wear during the day." I lead her over to the sports wear. I saw a bikini that would look wonderful against her olive skin. I held it up against her.
"Ai. You will like this no?"
"Yes. I will like to see you in this. You are very beautiful." She looked down for second and then looked into my eyes. We held each other's eyes for a long time. I handed her the suit. "Try it on to make sure it fits."
She looked at the suit and saw the price tag. "You said this store is free. I could not buy this. I must send money to mi familia."
"Isabella sweetheart. It is free." She looked at me with disbelieving eyes. "Really. You'll see. I won't give the girl at the front any money. You'll see."
We spent the next few hours picking out several outfits for her. Enough for the next two days certainly. Unlike shopping with an American lady who never seems to like anything, Isabella liked everything. The hard part was narrowing down the choices. As much fun as it certainly was to please her I admit to wearing down after several hours of shopping. I pulled her away finally and toward the checkout.
I threw the clothes on the checkout. The girl started to ring them up and I could see Isabella getting antsy. "Watch." I said. I ran my debit card through the machine as the checker finished. Isabella started to look at me suspiciously.
"Any cash back?"
"No thank you," I answered. Aside to Isabella, "See she wants to give me money." She looked dubious as she translated the conversation in her mind. Then as the girl handed me the receipt she realized that I was teasing her.
"OH!" She was looking friendly daggers at me so I grabbed the bag and headed out the door. "Ai!" she said following quickly. "You get me yes. Now I get you." She threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on me, which I gladly returned. With her arms around my neck and her body molded to mine she looked up. "Gracias. You are good to me."
"You are very good for me. I am so happy that I met you and that you came with me." She smiled her radiant smile again. "Let's go back to the hotel." She changed into sandals and off we went.
At the hotel she wanted to try on everything she had purchased. I realized that for so little money I had brought her so much pleasure. Not wanting any more of the fashion business, the shopping trip had been long, I convinced her to change into the bikini while I threw on some trunks. We headed down to the beach with towels and sunscreen.
We lazed in the sun. I got to put suntan lotion on her. I found myself having to hide an erection as I rubbed the lotion onto her soft flawless skin. I flopped back into the beach chair and curled my legs up to hide the bulge.
"What?" she asked. "You did not put the lotion on my back."
"I'll get to that in a minute." I answered while thinking, 'as soon as I can stand without making a spectacle of myself.' After a few minutes I was able to finish the job. When I was done she rolled back over to get the sun on her front. I sat in the beach chair feasting my eyes on her. She looked so beautiful.
My eyes traced across her flat belly and down to the swell of her pubic mound. I imagined her from last night. The way her labia would start just there and continue down. And then disappear between her legs. Her thighs led my eyes down to her knees then to her calves. She had small calves and dainty feet. They seemed hardly big enough for her size. Her toes were spread and I realized they were different from the American women I had known whose feet were often formed from a lifetime of pointed too tight shoes. Isabella had grown up wearing sandals. God, I thought to myself. I'm in love with this girl's feet! I shook my head and when I opened my eyes they settled on her breasts. That's better. A man ought to be in love with breasts. They started like round hillocks from the plains of her chest but quickly disappeared in the fabric of her suit. I recalled her nipples, small pointed and hard in my mouth. I imagined her lying there sans top. My eyes moved up over her neck gently kissing it and to her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. Her lips were full and yet not protuberant. Her nose was neither large nor small; chiseled but not angular. Her brows were full but not hairy. Her forehead was clear and smooth. Her cheeks were high and round but not soft. Her beautiful dark hair was full and fell away from her face, neither straight nor curly. At Adelita's I had fallen for her face. But now I was truly looking at her. I couldn't put in words any particular part that was outstanding. Each part was a compromise, an in between. Yet the whole existed in heavenly harmony. No part could be changed but that it would detract from the whole. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I don't know how long I sat just watching her. But I started to notice the sun and it's heat. I am a white boy. I mean florescent glow-in-the-dark white. I was wearing krypton strength sun block. You know the kind that blocks x-rays sunscreen. Even so, I knew that if I stayed in the sun too long I'd quickly turn into a lobster. Isabella was sweating in the hot sun but looked to be enjoying herself.
"Isabella?"
"Si," she answered without opening her eyes.
"I am going to the room."
Stirring, "Que?"
"Because if I stay out here I will turn red and I won't have any fun."
She rolled over toward me. "Ah si." She started to reach for her blanket.
"You can stay. That's okay."
"No. It is good. I stay too long and I turn dark like a mestizo. I no want to look like that."
Once in the room I went in and turned on the shower. Isabella joined me. When the water was warm I pushed my trunks off and held open the door for her. She looked at me and blushed a little then reached up to untie her bikini.
"Do you want me to close my eyes?" I asked.
"No. You be silly. It is new to me having a man lover. Yes?"
"Yes. You have a man lover," I said leaning over to kiss her. She let go of her top and it slid off as I pulled her to me. Her breasts pushed into my chest as we kissed. The sun block made our skin slippery. I thought, Damn she's as slippery as an eel. Maybe she'd slip right through my hands if we screwed right now! I imagined her squirting out like a watermelon seed as I tried to grab her and go scooting across the bed with me chasing her. She'd slip right through my fingers. It was so ridiculous I started to giggle.
She broke the kiss, "You laugh?"
"It is because I am happy," I lied. "Let's get clean."
I grabbed a washcloth and soap and lathered up. It was fun washing her making sure that every inch was clean. Her nipples stood up as I ran the cloth over them and she closed her eyes. I gave each a kiss as I moved lower. Gently I washed between her thighs and then down her legs. Much too soon, she was clean. We kissed and she took the cloth. It was her turn to do me. As she moved across my belly I felt my erection spring up. She got the cloth soapy and wrapped it around my cock. She started a slow back and forth motion. I moaned from the exquisite pleasure.
"You want me to finish?"
Oh God, yes, my mind screamed. But I said, "No. No I want to be in you later."
She pulled the cloth away and I let the warm water wash the soap from my erection. She finished up on my legs and then we both rinsed off. I turned off the water and we dried each other. I was tired from the shopping and the sun. I led her over to the bed and lay down. Isabella lay next to me.
"You wish to?"
"No." I opened my arms. "Come here." She cuddled into my arms her head nestled into my chest. "Let's take a siesta."
"Ah si. Siesta." She snuggled in closer.
I fell asleep holding a beautiful nude woman in my arms slowly stroking her back as her breathing slowed and became regular. I woke feeling a tickling sensation of my nose. I realized slowly that it was hair teasing across my nose. I opened my eyes to slits and saw Isabella leaning over her hair trailing down to barely touch my face. I made a grab for her. She jumped back but I got an arm. Just like that I was wrestling with a naked lady. Not a bad way to wake up. She tried to roll away but I grabbed her other arm and managed to pin her hips under mine pushing her arms up and pinning them to the bed.
"Got you." She half hearted struggled. "Now the question is, what should I do with you?"
"Ah, you are thinking of bad things. Yes, you are bad man to do these things to me," she said in a teasing voice.
"What kind of things?"
Her eyes opened wide. "I am good girl. I do not know these things. I hope you will be nice when you do these bad things to me."
I leaned forward and kissed my lovely Isabella. She responded with passion. I lay next to her and felt her mold herself to me. We kissed for a while the skin to skin contact was exhilarating. I could feel every place my body that was touching hers. Her lips pressed against mine, her hair lightly brushing my forehead, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and then back, her soft breasts pressed against my chest, her belly rubbing mine, her soft hair rubbing against my growing penis, her thigh burrowing its way between mine and her foot ticking my ankle. Isabella pulled back from the kiss and smiled. "You make me want to be a bad girl."
"I want you to be my bad girl." Her eyes opened a little wide and then she buried her head under my chin holding me tight. We lay like that for a few minutes. I glanced over and noticed that it was dinnertime. "Are you hungry?"
"Oh si. I very hungry. And I would like food too," she said with a wry smile.
I slapped her lightly on the butt, "Then get up and get dressed so we can go to dinner."
"Aiyee, I get you for this," she said as she rolled toward me. I hopped off the bed as Isabella sprang after me. She caught me at the window and wrapped me in a bear hug her soft skin pressing gloriously against mine. I lowered my head as she raised hers until our lips met. Some time later she broke the kiss and released me. "See," she said. "I get you."
"Yes," I said solemnly. "You have me."
She looked startled, then quickly looked away. She turned and went to get dressed as I did the same. I realized that something had just happened but I wasn't sure what it was. I let it pass.
Twenty minutes later we were walking hand in hand down the street looking for a restaurant. I saw an interesting looking Mexican place and pulled her in. She chattered happily with the waitress before turning to me and saying, "I order something special for you. This is okay?"
"This is muy okay."
She giggled at the ridiculous juxtaposition of words. I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. When the waitress appeared Isabella didn't even bother with the menu. The two of them chattered away for awhile. The waitress asked me, in English, what I wanted to drink then continued on in Spanish with Isabella. I did get my Carta Blanca so that worked.
We talked about nothing at all while I sipped my beer and she sipped a coke. When dinner appeared I took a look and had no idea what it was. Two bites into it, I knew it wasn't meant for weak gringos. The sweat started on my forehead and my mouth was burning. The beer didn't make a dent in the burning. I switched to the rice knowing that starch will cut the burn. After that it was one bite of the meat, two of rice, beans or tortilla followed by a swig of beer. I got half of it down before I ran out of fire suppressant and gave up. Isabella wolfed hers down with nary a peep. I finished off the chips and left half of whatever it was on the plate. Whew.
After we left the restaurant Isabella prated on about how good the food was. I held my peace. I led her down to the beach. We walked along the beach, hand in hand and holding our shoes. The lights of the city flashed in the small waves as they broke on the beach. An occasional wave rolled all the way to us erasing the evidence of our passage. I put my arm around her shoulder and Isabella snuggled into my side resting her head on my shoulder. As we neared the hotel, I stopped. She looked up with those beautiful eyes. She looked so lovely at that moment, her eyes sparkling and a soft almost imperceptible smile on her lips. My lips found hers and we kissed, once, twice, three times lingering together before I pulled back.
"You are so beautiful," I said quietly.
"You are handsome," she echoed me.
My heart filled with desire for my Isabella. I grabbed her hand and walked across the beach fighting to keep my steps slow and measured. We brushed the sand from our feet at the back door and quickly crossed the lobby to the elevators.
In the room Isabella dropped her shoes and melted into my arms. Our lips met and the kiss grew in intensity until my whole body was afire with desire. Her hips were pressing against me rubbing her pussy around my quickly hardening cock. I reached behind her and pulled down the zipper on her dress. She shrugged it off her shoulders. Isabella reached behind and unsnapped her bra also allowing it to follow her dress at her feet. I stared at her enraptured by her. She smiled at the desire in my eyes and slowly pushed her panties down, stopping before her pussy was exposed. I looked up into her eyes. Our eyes locked and I knew in that moment that she wanted me to desire her. She desired me as I desired her. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her with all of heart.
Our lips parted and our eyes met. I saw love in her eyes and was deeply stirred. I still wanted her physically and sensuously. But the physical desire was now heightened by my feelings for her. The desire was stronger and gentler, deeper and wider, new and seemingly with me forever. This all passed between us in a heartbeat. Isabella smiled and touched my cheek. "Mi vida," she whispered. She pulled my shirt off over my head and pushed my pants down. My erection sprang up bouncing in unison with my heart, both pointing at Isabella. "I do this for you," she said and slowly fell to her knees in front of me. Taking my cock in her small hand she pointed it toward her face. A last look at me and she bent to my cock her lips kissing the end. They parted and she sucked the glans into her mouth. She sucked gently at the end and then started a slow bob over my cock. It wasn't the most expert blowjob I have ever received but it is the one I will cherish the most. She was doing this for me and I knew it was the first time she had ever touched a cock like this. She stopped and asked, "Is right?"
"Oh yes sweetheart, it is wonderful," I answered. "But please. I want to do you as well."
She looked a little confused so I pulled her up and kissed her. Then I pushed off my clothes and pulled her to the bed. Lying in the middle I pulled her hips over my face. She got the idea and put her knees on both sides. "Ai," she said. "This is for bad girls," in a teasing voice. "Si, you make me the bad girl."
"Yes. I make you the bad girl. A very good bad girl," I responded.
She smiled and then turned to take my cock back in her mouth. Her pussy was right above my face and I could smell the subtle scents of aroused woman. I ran my tongue along her labia and back the other side. Her lips found my cock and sucked it into her warm wet mouth. My tongue parted the folds of her pussy and I tasted the musky sweet flavor of her. She slowly took my cock into her mouth. My tongue found her clitoris and circled it, teasing and caressing it. Her mouth moved up and down my cock caressing it and laving it. I sucked her clitoris between my lips lashing it with my tongue. Her lips caught behind my glans sucking as her tongue lashed the tip of my cock. I started to fuck her clitoris with my mouth, sucking and licking it as she mashed her hips back against my face. Her mouth began to fuck my cock and she licked and sucked my cock as my hips bounced in rhythm with her movements.
My mouth was flooding with her juices. I broke away and said, "Isabella."
"Si, mi amor."
"Turn around and sit on my cock." She turned and positioned herself over my loins. Taking my cock she pointed it up toward her waiting opening. As she settled my cock lanced up into her pussy. She released it as her body came down and met mine, my cock buried in her. She rolled her hips mashing her clitoris against me.
"Si, si," she said. Her hands rested on my chest helping her control her pussy as she started to glide up and down my cock. "Madre," she said. "This is good, this way." I smiled watching my lovely Isabella impale herself on my cock. What a sight. I rubbed then tweaked and gently twisted her nipples causing her to moan. Her motions became more frenzied. I could see the tension building in her face as she climbed toward her climax. Suddenly, she stopped with my cock all the way in, her head thrown back as convulsive shudders wracked her. A low moan broke from her as a red flush spread across her chest. Several more shudders passed through her and her head snapped forward before she fell against me her pussy milking at my cock.
I rolled her to the side and then continued up over her. Once on top I started to fuck into her. She quickly matched my rhythm as I fucked her with long slow strokes. But I couldn't hold out and I felt the tremors building. My pace picked up and I felt the imminent climax when Isabella went wild under me shuddering and scratching and moaning. Her climax drove me over the edge and my cum burst up my cock to flood her. Spasm after spasm sent my cum into her. Drained, I fought to hold myself up so as to not crush my little love. It was a losing battle so I rolled to the side pulling her with me. She snuggled into my chest burying her head under my chin as the last of the shudders went through her body.
We lay like that for a while. "Madre de Dios," I heard.
"What?" I asked.
"Ai," she said. "I not know it could be so... I no have these words." She pulled my face to hers and we kissed. "You are so good as the lover. I never have feel this way in my mind." She stroked my cheek before nestling her head into my chest. We lay in quiet lassitude enjoying the moments together. I drifted off to sleep with my arms around her.
I woke in the morning with Isabella snuggled in my arms. She looked so young and pure in the soft morning light. Her face was untroubled. The soft skin was unblemished. I remembered the night before and couldn't reconcile the two; my pure Isabella of the morning with my sensual hungry Isabella of the night.
Troubled, I untangled my arms and went into the bathroom. What was I feeling for her? I had hired her in a cheap TJ bar. But she had touched me in a place hidden away deep in my breast. A place no woman had touched quite that way before.
'You're thinking like a hormonally challenged teenager,' my mind railed against itself. How would that look to turn up with a seventeen-year-old illegal immigrant at your parent's house? Mom, Dad meet my new live in girlfriend who is half my age and barely speaks English. But Jesus, I have so much fun with her and we are good in bed.
I looked in the mirror and didn't like who I saw looking back. I quickly finished getting ready for the day while my mind, in turmoil, resisted the topic I really should have been thinking about. My clothes were laid out and I quietly slipped them on. Isabella had rolled over but was still drowsing. I looked at her, once again filled with her beauty and grace. She looked so serene. The sheet draped from her shoulder down across her waist exposing one breast but hiding the other. I admired it but my gaze was drawn irresistibly back to her face, the gateway to her soul.
I pulled out my wallet and took two hundred-dollar bills out. Pausing I looked at them feeling that this isn't what I wanted to do. I pulled out another one and threw them on the desk. I grabbed the pad of paper and wrote, "Isabella my dear. Please wait for me. I wish to see you before you go. I have something to tell you." I put it on top of the money. I quietly slipped out of the room.
The morning went by in a tumult. I wrestled with conflicting emotions. One minute I was sitting happily thinking about Isabella and wishing it wasn't our last day. The next I was agitated counting all the reasons it had to be our last day together.
Finally, I shouted down the battering voices. I knew I had to decide. What did I really feel for this girl? Everything else was important only in relation to how I felt deep in my real self. I pictured her in my mind asleep as she was that morning. My heart leapt at the image. And I knew. I knew with a crystalline certainty that I cared for her, deeply. I loved her. No, the conservative social part tried one last time. You can't love someone in two days. Maybe not, the inner self answered. But whatever it is I feel, I want it to last forever. Isabella, I want you.
The lecture was half over when I shuffled the papers together and headed out to the elevators. On the way up I rehearsed how I would tell her. Tell her that I wanted her to come with me. To hell with them all. I wanted her with me. That's the only thing that mattered in the world. I skipped down the hall my heart rapidly beating and a silly smile on my face. I burst through the door. No Isabella. I looked in the bath. Empty. I looked on the desk. There was a note next to mine. I picked it up and saw the three hundred-dollar bills still on the desk. A feeling of dread welling up I started to read:
Mi Amor,
You have be so very good with me. I will never forgot my first man. You make me know in my heart that I love you. I know that I can never be an Adelita. I must only give myself to a good man. Like you. I must go back to mi casa. I will carry you always in mi corizon.
Isabella
The note fell from my hand as I stared into an empty future. Before the note hit the floor I turned and ran from the room. Downstairs I ran to the front door. I asked the man at the front door if he had seen her. "No one of that description," he answered.
I asked the concierge. "No," she hadn't seen Isabella.
I asked the taxi stand. "No."
Isabella had disappeared.
I sat down in the lobby and tried to think as tears welled in my eyes. I looked at my watch. She could have left three hours before. Mexico was only forty minutes away by tram. She could be on a bus right now two hours south of Tijuana heading off to somewhere in Mexico. But where?
I didn't even know where she lived. A small town in Mexico. How many small towns were there? I didn't know a last name. How many Isabellas were there in Mexico? I could run down to Adelita's but I knew that Isabella wouldn't go near the place too afraid that it would hold her in TJ. As I ran through my options the futility overwhelmed me. If I had only told her once how I felt. But I hadn't and she had no way to know. It was then that I felt the certainty that I had lost Isabella and that I would never find her. Other than our hearts we had never had any connection. And despite all the romantic stories about finding your lost love, without something in the real world to lead me to her, I knew I would never find her. Finding your lost love among 100 million people only happens in the movies.
I dragged myself back up to the room and fell on the bed. I lay there staring at the ceiling tears streaking my face. My mind kept repeating, If only I had told her how I felt. If only...
About four, I struggled up, stuffed clothes in my bag and caught the shuttle to the airport. I sleepwalked through the airport not even noticing the things going on around me. I found myself in the airplane as we climbed out over San Diego bay. The plane turned and continued climbing. Off to the right I could see Tijuana like a leperous brown scab on the face of the earth covered by a brown cloud of smog. The tears started rolling down my cheeks. The plane turned again heading north and Tijuana slid away into the past.
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