Stories by Thomas

In the spirit of taking one for the team, I made a couple of trips down to the Botero/Iglesia Veracruz area to see what I could find among the working girls who offer their services there.
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I was encouraged to try my luck after a friend told me about a nice session he had there for a very reasonable (cheap) price. I had been through the area and knew that although the majority of chicas there were less than spectacular, there were almost always a handful that I found reasonably attractive. So, based on my friends positive experience, I decided to give it a shot.

The first time wasn’t bad. The girl was attractive and wanted to please, but the my stomach started bothering me just enough to put a damper on my mojo. But it wasn’t the girl’s fault, so I decided to try again the next week.

As I walked down the sidewalk a cute little spinner grabbed my hand and didn’t want to let go. She looked pretty young, but she showed me her cedula and she was of age. She offered to spend an hour with me for about $17, and she looked good, so I followed her to one of the short time hotels in the area. I paid for an hour, and we went into the room. Then things started to go south.

We had barely gotten started when there was a knock on the door, and two more girls came in, wanting to join us. What? I still don’t quite get what was up with that, but I told them no, and after some money being exchanged between them, they left. The condom was already on and my ‘date’ resumed her CBJ, which was nothing special. Then there was another knock at the door, and another interruption, just long enough for me to lose my ‘wood.’ When the interruption was over, my ‘date’ climbed on top of me and did about the lamest cowgirl I have ever experienced. She still had her top on, and when I asked her to take it off, she said only for additional money. Really? By now I was getting steamed. At this point it was obvious she wasn’t going to be worth a dime, but I had another 40 minutes left, I figured, and was going to do something with the time. I thought. I was wrong.

Without warning, she started putting on her clothes. I didn’t understand what was going on, but she was out the door before I could say ‘boo.’ I quickly put on my clothes and followed her out, asking what the deal was. She said I came and she was done. I had NOT, but she was off, headed down the stairs and out onto the street before I could do much more than complain.

It hasn’t happened often, but I figure she was probably a crack addict and in a hurry to get her next blast, though who really knows. All I know is that she was a total waste of money and time. Luckily, it wasn’t a lot of money. But it still left a bad taste in my mouth. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.

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I got Milena’s number from another of the escort websites. Her pictures looked pretty good, and her price was very affordable. My reasoning was that since I really didn’t know exactly what I was going to get, why spend a lot of money? That was part of my reasoning in choosing to hook up with Milena. Her price was only a little more than half what Valeria had charged and the pictures of her body looked fine. Like a lot of the advertisements on the escort sites, she sounded great:

Explore the limits of sexuality
Hello handsome! My name Milena and I am the escort you have been dreaming of. As you can see I am a sexy brunette with long, thin legs and delightful dark eyes. My breasts will be your downfall and once you meet me, you will know what I mean. I am a companion who knows what she wants and dares to cross the boundaries of sexuality . I am an experienced professional but I am also very loving, and tender, and love passionate kisses. I am extremely accommodating, and you will love it when you feel my lips on you. 

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The pictures were nice enough. Like 90% or more, no face was shown. From looking at her email address, I assumed she was past 30, but her body looked in good shape. For the price of a bit more than $25 dollars for an hour, I decided to take a chance. Like Valeria before her, her “promo” price was for a visit to her “private apartment.” I called her and made an appointment. She gave me directions, and I realized that she was rather off the beaten track. With the aid of Google maps, I figured out the closest I could get via the Metro and one of the main bus lines. Even at that, there was a fifteen minute taxi ride at the end of all that. But taxis are cheap in Medellin and I wasn’t going to let that ruin my “date” with this new chica.

I finally found the place and knocked on the door. I was a little put off when a young boy of about ten answered the door. WTF? Luckily, I guess, Milena came running down the stairs and shooed the boy away, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. She apologized for letting her little brother (or was it her son?) answer the door. She was dressed in street clothes, which she also apologized for, but led me up the stairs to her room, promising to change into something very sexy when we got inside.

Her face was decent, if not beautiful, and it looked like the body would be nice once the ordinary clothes were off. Once at the top of the stairs, she steered me to her bedroom, but not before I caught a glimpse of what was probably her mother ironing clothes in the kitchen. So this was the “private apartment,” eh? To be fair, she didn’t say she had a private apartment in her ad. But I was not expecting a family situation.

When we were finally inside, she stripped and she looked pretty good, I will admit. The session started out pretty well, with the usual warm-ups. We kept on and after a while we were going at it pretty strong. Then I made the mistake of actually grunting or groaning or something like that, making some sound, and Milena stopped and told me to please be quiet, she didn’t want the family hearing us having sex. Now, I never thought I made a particular lot of noise when I was doing the wild thing, but apparently it was more than Milena wanted her family to hear. What exactly she thought she was hiding I’m not sure. Everybody in the place must have known why I was there and what we were doing. But Milena didn’t want them to hear, I guess. Not being allowed to moan in delight was no big deal to me, but it brought home to me just how weird the whole thing was, and got me thinking, which isn’t really a good thing in the middle of the sex act.

Despite all that, we were able to regain our “groove” and the session proceeded to its conclusion. Neither of us was in a talkative mood, so we just lay there, idly fiddling with each other’s body until the hour was up. She asked me if I wanted to shower but I declined, not wanting to run into the brother/son or mother. So, I got dressed and waited for the taxi that Milena called for me. Took the taxi to the bus stop, the bus to the metro stop, the metro to my barrio and hoofed it home. It was a kind of date, and I wasn’t inclined to repeat, but it was memorable!

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Valeria wasn’t my first choice, but my first choice didn’t answer the phone. Valeria had Whatsapp, so I sent her a message asking if she was available, and she replied she was. I got her price (about $40 for an hour) and the directions to her “private” apartment in Laureles.

I got on the Metro and headed to the San Antonio station, where I switched lines and got off a few stops later at the “Estadio” station. It took me a few minutes to get a taxi, but once in the car I handed him the paper where I had written down her address. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to know quite where it was. He eventually called somebody, a friend I think, and we eventually found the apartment. He was nice enough to wait outside until somebody came to open the downstairs door, not Valeria but a “roommate.”

I walked up a flight of stairs to the apartment and the chica who opened the door had me sit down on the couch in an otherwise bare front room. A few minutes passed, and eventually my “date” came in, and had me follow her to her room, which was also minimally furnished, though clean enough.
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To start with, I want to share what Valeria’s advertisement said. The headline translated as follows:

“19 year old LOLITA. Private apartment, very sexual. AVAILABLE 24 HOURS very flirtatious”

The description said “Brunette with beautiful face, nice breasts, cultured, educated , discreet and eager to give you all the passion that I have. Come meet a pretty and hot, horny girl. Come and bring out your wild side with me.”

Most of what she wrote was true, I have to say. She looked no older than 19, and said she was actually 18. “Lolita,” well, in this context, I guess it means just a young, horny girl, and I concur. I don’t know how cultured she was because we never got around to discussing the fine arts, but she said she was a freshman at the university, and I have no reason to doubt her. She was indeed eager and passionate. She was very much a girlfriend experience, and was enthusiastically kissing me almost before I got in the room. She was indeed a brunette, with nice, long hair. And yes, her breasts were nice. The only thing in her advertisement I would dispute was the “beautiful face” bit. Her features were nice enough but her complexion wasn’t. Her cheeks were covered in acne scars, as was a fairly large part of her back.

A nice complexion is something I always appreciate, and it’s too bad Valeria did not possess one. Nevertheless, I found her to be very good company, quite sweet and responsive, and definitely seemed to bring plenty of passion to bed with her. Her orgasm seemed quite genuine and I enjoyed my hour with her quite a bit. She set a pretty good standard for performance. If she hadn’t had the skin thing, she would have rated a 9. I considered calling her again, but, with the zillion other chicas in Medellin, why not keep looking?

I have faith that there’s a chica out there who is equally passionate and enthusiastic with a smooth complexion. So the search shall go on.
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