|Ciudad Acuna, Mexico|
Subject: Ciudad Acuna June '97 I want to give everyone an accounting of my first trip to Ciudad Acuna last weekend (June 14, 1997). I see there is a category for Acuna, but no inputs, so here is the first one, and it is very positive. I am not a big Boys Town aficionado. I lost my cherry in Nuevo Laredo when I was 18, and that was a long time ago, because I'm in my 50's now. Now don't let my age drive you younger guys away. I am very knowledgeable about your lifestyle and have owned three ultra-modern nightclubs, so please don't run away from what I'm saying quite yet...especially if you live in an area which is convenient to Acuna, such as Austin, San Antonio, even Dallas and Fort Worth. It's (though only slightly) the closest place, and might be an interesting night out for you. If you are going to be in the Del Rio area, don't miss it. And above all, don't be confused by the lack of night life in Del Rio. It's all just right across the border. But let me start off by saying a couple of little preambles: I'm one of those older guys who has always dated younger women, because I look much younger than my age, have a little money to spend on them, and frankly, am turned off by the attitudes of older American women. I have been taken advantage of to the point of tremendous expense FOR NOTHING, and have been lied to and cheated by women who wanted money and intended to give nothing in return. I have bought women jewelry, clothes, nice weekends, etc., and got nothing but frustration in return. I have heard the phrase "You men are all alike" so many times that when I hear it early in a relationship now, I usually (even if I picked her up at her house and drove her to wherever we are at the moment) excuse myself to go to the restroom and then leave her to do whatever she normally does with those men she is used to being around. So the idea of sex for money, something I used to laugh about because I could have sex with almost anyone I wanted at one time, now is pretty appealing. But along with the older age comes the problem of slow or incomplete erections. This is a problem if you do the Harry Hines scene in Dallas, or even in some of the massage places. They expect a quickie, and older men don't do quickies. This past weekend, I decided to take a trip down to the Uvalde area to see some relatives, and thought I might just scope out Acuna while I was in the area. I'm glad I did. First of all, I was driving from Fort Worth, and decided to stop for a while in Austin for a little rest. I went into a Tit Bar called "Crazy Lady" which is right on the east side of I-35 about midway through Austin. .......Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dallas and Fort Worth have NOTHING to compare with this place. First of all, most of the DFW clubs have women who seem to want to make a big show of their dancing, and some come off pretty boring. There is a wide variety of music at those clubs because each girl chooses the songs she wants to hear, and the DJ must chatter and replay parts of the music while she changes out of whatever she started out wearing. It makes things very slow. Crazy Lady is ALL TECHNO!!!!!!!!! The music never stops, never backs up, and though the DJ does some little speed raps occasionally, there are very few times when the music stops for him to talk. Since the music is Techno, it is very fast and requires real dancing rather than the slow sensuous stuff the DFW girls play around with. It also means the girls turn over faster, and you see all of them more quickly. If you want a table dance, you don't have to wait three hours to see the whole selection, they have a different girl up there every 6 minutes. But that's not all. I saw this cute redhead (long hair, long, lanky body, lots of freckles - one of my fetishes) and decided to sit at a table close enough to see her doing a table dance to another guy. Instantly out of a door came this gorgeous blonde. The sexiest girl I have ever had on my lap, and she walked up and said, "Is this lap taken?" She had one of those butts that is so small that you can feel her digging into your leg, in fact I could feel her little pube rubbing on my leg, just with her sitting there. She asked if I wanted her to dance just for me, and I told her she had already given me the best sex I'd had in 6 months. But the dance was a whole other world. I have not had sex with anyone that was as exciting as that table dance in the last three years. I had tits in my face, pussy rubbed all over my thighs and my stomach, she went down and rubbed her face on my cock (of course it was inside my pants, unfortunately) and kissed it several times. For the same price I pay some gal to stand in front of me and wiggle her bottom at New Orleans Nights in Fort Worth, I felt like I really didn't need to go on to Acuna, because that was the best sex possible for me. If I had been twenty, I would have lost it in my pants with this girl. Ok, so much for that. I went on to Uvalde and woke up the next day with a boner the size of the Washington Monument, dreaming about that dancer. I knew that if I didn't get quick relief, I would be out committing sex crimes of some sort, so I headed to Acuna that night (Saturday). As I was driving through Del Rio, I started getting a little chicken. I am kind of shy anyway in situations that are strange, and this situation was definitely scary for me. Thankfully I had read a lot of the entries like this on paranoia.com and felt like I wasn't walking into something totally foreign. I got to the border and saw the taxi stand, with a huge field of parked cars. Decision number one was at hand. I was in a brand new Maxima. Did I want to leave it in this dirt field or take it across with me. I could remember when I went to Nuevo Laredo that time when I was a teen, I just gave a kid a dollar to watch the car for me, and he even cleaned it a little while I was inside. So I decided to drive across. It was very early, about 8:30, and that was my plan, because I wanted to drive around and scope things out. I paid the border patrol guy a dollar and he wished me a good evening very politely. I crossed the bridge and got waived through on the Mexican side after a quick glance into the car. Nothing in the back but my sport-bike helmet, who knows why that was back there. I drove past the row of already busy night clubs and restaurants. Quite a few clubs, some with music spilling out onto the streets. Obviously this was where the Del Rio young set went on weekend nights. I drove around, found the big market, found several interesting shops, found lots of dirt and rock streets that I didn't want to put my Maxima through. I went as far as I could in all directions, and found many other clubs, probably just for the locals...Acuna is a pretty large city, it turned out, much larger than Del Rio. I drove around until about 9:30 or so and decided I would never find the red zone by myself. So I drove back to the border area, and looked around for help. There were people on all the corners, but then I saw a taxi driver getting out of his car to talk to some friends. I asked him where I could find someone to take me to Boys Town. He offered to take me in his cab, but I wanted to drive my car. A little boy, probably 14 or 15, stood up and said "I'll show you for a dollar." I opened the door and in he jumped. We drove straight out the main road, a little farther than I had gone before, and then jagged left and then right to get on the main road heading out of town. We went only about a half a mile past the city gates (in Mexico the "city limit"is a little more elaborate than in the U.S.) and he pointed at a white gravel road heading up a hill to the left. There were no signs or flags or lights of any kind, just a gravel road going over a little hill. I turned and saw a winding gravel road going around several little hills. As I crested the last one, it kind of reminded me of "Dusk til Dawn" because it was a *compound* out totally by itself. About an eight foot chain link fence, gates and a guard house. The guard came out and the boy said "just give him a dollar" The guard joked with the boy for a minute, and then we went in. Clubs in a cluster, kind of back to back. As it turned out - at least to my observation - they all used the same hotel area, which was in the middle of the cluster. I asked the boy which was best and he smiled and shrugged and pointed at the biggest one called "The Hunters Club". I said "Where should I park?" and he just pointed and said "You have a nice car, park right in front" so I did. We were met by 3 valet-type guys and I gave one of them a couple of bucks to watch the car. I paid the boy $10 and he let out a whoop and disappeared (I really thought he would take me back, but I remembered the way). I figured it was well worth the $10 because I would never have to have a guide again. I walked into the club for a minute, then turned around as though I had forgotten something, and went back out. All of the valets were looking into my car, but they were just admiring the interior. Nobody hurt a thing. So I went back into the club, and a waiter showed me a table. It was really early and the lights were still up. There was no music, no show, a couple of TV's going at the bar. But it was a very, very nice place. Nicer than New Orleans Nights, and not far off Lace in Arlington. The chairs were comfortable, and it was pretty quiet. I ordered a coke - because at my age, I can't drink alcohol and get it up!!! The coke was only $2, and I tipped the waiter a dollar, as recommended by paranoia.com (that's what I usually tip waitresses at tit bars anyway, but cokes are usually $3.50 or so. I told the waiter I was waiting for friends, and I didn't want to be bothered by any girls yet. He said he didn't care what I did with the girls, he served drinks... I started looking around. Probably twenty customers, forty girls or so. I saw none below a five, and there were several eights in that first scanning. But immediately, here came a strawberry blonde lady, wearing very high heels and fishnet hose. She was wearing a wonderbra with the cleavage all poofed out at the top, so I knew she had some big ones, but probably a little droopy. But she was gorgeous. About 4'11, 100 lbs, pretty face, light skin, blondish hair. She was very polite, and talked to me for a minute. I didn't want to be rude, but wanted to scope the ladies a little more. But then I took a good look at her, and realized she was pretty close to my peak requirements, so I decided not to chase her off. We talked for a minute, and I asked her how much. She said she did a little more than most girls, and preferred older men, because they take their time. I knew I had found the right lady for me. She said she did a full body massage, and then would fuck my brains out. Hard to say no. I asked her how much, and she said "not much" and we both laughed. She said including the room and the rubber, $60. I knew I could have talked her down to half that if I had been looking for a in and out deal, but I wanted a full-service deal, and agreed. She was a little surprised. She said she needed $11 up front for the room and the condom, and I gave her a twenty. She gave me back my change and I followed her down several long corridors and up some stairs. We got to her room, and she obviously lived there, with pictures of people on the dresser, clothes and shoes laying around, but it was quite nice for its small size. She said take your clothes off and lie on the bed. I did, she stripped down and got the baby oil, and started rubbing my back. I noticed she had baby shoes on the doorknob and a poochy tummy after she took off her control-tops, so I think she had not been too long past childbirth. I was wrong. She was so tiny and tight, it was hard to get my slightly larger than average dick in, especially since it wouldn't respond quite as well as it had that morning (no monumental performance). She lubbed me up and tried and tried, but I couldn't get in. She took off the condom and tried some more. Finally it came up enough to stuff in, and we tried several positions, and when she felt I was about to cum, she stripped off the rubber and finished me by hand, almost damaging my gonads for life! She did the hot washcloth bit, and toweled me all over to get the last of the oil off, and I gave her even more than she asked. We had been in her room over an hour, and she had not complained or hurried me in any way. We walked back out and I saw other girls in the corridors that were eights or even more, so I know there is a lot of action there, and I will be back. I told the lady goodbye as we entered the club, and she wanted me to buy her another drink and watch the show that was in progress (a stripper) but I was happy just to hit the road. I went out into the biggest thunder and rainstorm I have seen in over twenty years...maybe God was a little concerned with my behavior, but I don't think He really disapproved. I was glad I had brought my own car, because I would definitely have been drenched and probably stuck in the mud at the taxi stand on the Del Rio side of the border. I had no trouble driving, even in the heavy rain, in Acuna, and other drivers were pretty courteous. Del Rio had more problems, both with stupid drivers and with flooding, than Acuna. I had the biggest blast between Crazy Lady and the Hunters' Club that I've had in quite some time. Considering my age and my shyness, I think it was spectacular. Try it. You'll like it.
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