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Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) more character development than most other adult stories. This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults. It is based on both real life experiences and fantasy. Any similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional. Only the names have been changed to protect the involved parties. If you are interested in more like these, my E-Mail address is mushrom@hotmail.com. All of my stories and more are now available at my web site, "Adventures In Erotica". This is a free site, and the address is http://scroll.to/erotica. I welcome any input, or comments, or your own stories. Since I distribute it for free, please do not place it in any "pay for access" sites. Other than that, as long as nothing is cut out (including these comments) distribution is unlimited.
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It was looking like another fast-paced day at the annual trade show. I spent 6 hours, wandering through the booths, collecting literature and brochures for my company. Several times, I saw this woman through the crowd, and she seemed very familiar. Twice, I almost walked up to her, but the crowds would separate us.
Finally, the first day ended, and I decided that it was probably my imagination. Unlike most shows, this one started on Saturday, then had lectures during the weekend (that he was to cheap to pay for me to attend), then continued on Monday and concluded on Wednesday. My boss was not sure about sending me the entire weekend, but I talked him into it (I am sure that the quickie we had in the office may have had something to do with that decision).
Having the weekend free, I decided to wander around town. I had never been to San Diego before, and I decided to wander around. I spent Friday night cruising through some of the local bars, and even had a few dances before returning to my hotel room, and turning in for the night.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny, with just enough breeze to take the worst of the heat off. I wore my new bikini under a pair of shorts and tank top. Going to the beach, I had a great time, even though my mid-west body seemed awfully pale compared to the bronzed gods and goddesses that wandered the southern California beaches.
Finally, I wandered back to my hotel, and walking in the lobby ran into 4 guys that I had met the day before. Seems that they were all heading down to Tijuana, and it only then occurred to me that I was only 20 miles from the border. I asked them to wait, and quickly went upstairs to change.
Coming back down, I was met by Mark in the lobby. He apologized, but said that he was the one chosen to talk to me. It seems that the guys were planning on going down partially to take in the legal prostitution, and were a little uneasy about having me along. I told them I understood, but asked if it was OK if I followed them down to the border. Deciding that was OK, I got into my rental car and followed them down the freeway until we got to a sign that said "Last USA Exit".
We pulled into a parking lot, and paid the $5 to leave our cars there. We all got out, and the 5 of us walked over the foot bridge and down the other side.
Mexico was nothing like what I expected. When I asked why we did not just drive across, they said it was because it was not necessarily safe to park on the other side, and that it was often a 45 minute wait to re-cross the border. Seeing the long line of cars heading north (all of them crawling), I decided that was a good idea.
They told me some basic tips about coming down here. Spread your money about your body, and walk in the middle of the sidewalk. Keep my purse on the inside, away from the street. Seems like some purse thieves would drive next to the sidewalk on a motorcycle, and grab it if it was on the outside by the street. And also since I would be a single female heading back, take a taxi to get back to the border.
Mark told me "5 dollars is the typical fare back to the border. If one tries to charge you more, just move on to the next. And you might want to check out some of the stores. Silver down here is very inexpensive, and of nice quality."
I thanked them, and we parted company at the entrance to a little disco. I shook hands with all of them, and gave Mark a nice hug for being so helpful and polite. "Wow, one more like that and I may tell them to go ahead without me" he joked, earning a saucy wink and pursed lips from me.
The disco was everything and nothing like I expected. Loud rock blared from the loudspeaker. The floor was filled with all sorts of couples, and even a few singles. Most of the patrons were Americans, with an occasional Latino. I had one of the Margaritas ($1 each, $4 a pitcher) and sat down to get the feel of the crowd. I had a few offers to dance, but decided to wander on and see the shopping district.
Following the directions, I found Revolution Avenue. A long strip of small shops and bars, well lit, with donkeys and carts for the tourists to get their pictures taken at. I wandered into the first store, and was amazed at what I found.
They had fire crackers, switch-blades, stuffed iguanas, trinkets, and jewelry. I found a very nice necklace, and asked about the price. Silver, diamond cut, and about 18 inches, it would go for $120 back home. When the owner told me $50, I was stunned. I looked it over, and was about to pull out my wallet, when I heard a voice behind me softly say "Offer him $20, but accept nothing more then $30."
I looked, and it was the gal I had seen at the convention. Our eyes met, and she said "Here, you bargain for almost everything. And being the weekend, the prices are starting higher then normal."
I countered with $20, and about 5 minutes of haggling followed, finally settling on $35. I left the store with my new friend, and we walked back onto the street. "Here, let me help you with that" she said, and I turned my back to allow her to place it around my neck.
We made introductions, and she told me her name was Marie. She spoke with a neutral accent, probably from Chicago I decided. Not the normal twang of California (interesting that people from California claim they have no accent, but I can normally pick it up).
I told her that she had looked familiar, but I could not place it. She told me the same thing, and we went through the normal "where have you lived and worked" game. We both came up blank. But that did not stop us from doing a little more shopping. I bought myself a silver ring with a snake biting it's own tail, a anchor link silver chain, and a delicate serpent link chain, and handed it to her.
Marie tried to refuse, but I would hear nothing of it. "Girl, I would have blown far more then I saved if you did not help me, and this is the least I could do. Besides, I think it would look great on your neck."
She softly thanked me, and I placed it around her neck, and clasped it. When she turned back around, I softly ran my finger over it, and said that it did indeed look lovely. We wandered a bit more, and decided to go into a nightclub on the second floor of a large building.
Walking in, she said that this was one of her favorites. Not as loud as the first one was, we checked our purses in at the counter (Marie said that this was one of the safe ones to do that at), and sat to have a drink. She ordered us a pitcher of margaritas, and we sipped the first ones as we got a feeling for the place. Soon, a tall blonde stud walked up and asked her to dance. She tried to politely tell him no, but I urged her to go ahead, so she followed him out onto the floor. Soon, I had a guy asking me, so I went myself.
20 minutes later, we returned to the table, and the guys followed. The 4 of us killed the remaining pitcher, and returned to the dance floor. It was getting late, so some of the songs were slower. After the second slow dance, George and I were next to Marie and John. The guys suggested changing partners, and with a silent wicked glance, Marie and I agreed. But the guys looked shocked when Marie and I wrapped our arms around each other, and started to dance, almost ignoring them.
Now we were only going to do that for a moment, to shock them and make a joke. But then George said "what, are you 2 fucking lezzies?" John quickly agreed, and Marie and I parted quickly.
Needless to say, that ruined the joke, and definitely turned me off. I quickly told him off, using words that doubted his manhood, legitimacy of birth, and his intelligence since he could obviously not take a joke. Marie was saying the same sorts of things to John, and we went back to the counter to recover our purses to return to the street.
I was still pissed, but Marie helped calm me down. We walked down the street, and she grabbed my hand and had me join her on one of the carts for a picture. We smiled for the camera, and each got a picture. Just as the guy was snapping the second one, she lifted my skirt, showing the bottom of my panties. I gave a small shriek, but the guy and her both laughed, and I had to join along. "I want that one for myself" she said with a wink, and it was all I could do not to double over laughing.
"What, you going to use that to tease your boyfriend?" I had looked earlier, and noticed that she was not wearing a wedding ring.
"Nope, I don't have one of those. Just have not found a guy to hold my interest yet."
That took us to talking about our love lives, and some of the tales every midto-late-twenties working girl has. College boyfriends, guys we had shacked up with, and occasional one night stands.
She gave a pretend shocked gasp when I mentioned giving the boss a quickie so I could spend the weekend here. She giggled, and asked me if it was worth it. I briefly took her hand, and told her it definitely was, since I had made a new friend. We smiled, then I had her almost peeing her panties when I said "since he is such a worthless fuck, I sure got nothing out of the quickie myself!"
We entered another small club, this time the music was quieter, and a little slower. We each had a beer, and were soon dancing with a pair of brothers. After the third dance, I noticed that her guy was running his hands all over her bottom, and she was pressing back against him tightly. I decided that that looked like fun, and gently pressed my groin against my partners.
What followed was 10 minutes of soft grinding, feeling his large hands holding my bottom as I gently bit his neck. The 4 of us returned to the table, and Marie and I went to the bathroom. Once there, we went to 2 stalls, and did the normal thing, gossiping as we peed.
"I don't know about you Patty, but I think that it is about time to head back North." I looked at my watch, and was amazed that it was almost 2am. I had spent over 6 hours down there, and loved it. I agreed, and the two of us went back to say goodbye to the guys. They were a little disappointed, but we each gave our partner a nice kiss, and promised to look for them again in the future.
Once back on the street, I noticed that the drinks had gotten to me a little. I asked her about sharing a taxi to the border, when she said that she lived there in Tijuana. I was surprised, and told her that I had not been sure if she was Mexican or not. She said she was not, but it was a short drive to where she worked in San Diego, and the rent was a lot less down there.
"Actually, my name is not Maria, but Mary. I started using Maria after I moved down here, and brushed up on my Spanish. With the dark tan I have, I can almost fit in as a native."
I looked at her closer, and said "UCLA Volleyball team". She looked shocked, and said yes. I told her that I was on the Illinois State University Volleyball team, and that we had played against each other in the semi-finals in Las Vegas. Then we both shared a laugh.
"You were the bitch with the blonde hair, that smashed every return back at us!" she exclaimed. "Oh, how I hated you then! I was sure that we were going to make it to the finals, when you knocked us out."
"It's OK Maria, we got knocked out by Princeton the next round, and had to watch from the sidelines also."
We then started talking about our college years more, sharing a mutual interest, and finally making the connection. I remembered Maria well, she was a 5'4" dynamo on the court, her short size letting people fool themselves about her ability. I am 6'1" myself, and had years ago given up the bleached blonde hair of my youth for my natural brown.
We headed to her house, about a 5 minute walk from the downtown area. The area was nice, and a large change from the bright lights we had just left. We talked as we went, and she pointed out several landmarks out to me.
Maria had a nice, compact two bedroom bungalow house, and gave me a tour of it. The second bedroom was made into an office, and the master bedroom had a queen size bed. The kitchen had the nicest of electronic toys, and a pine kitchen nook filled in as a dining room set. It looked perfect, and I told her so.
After the tour, we sat back on the floor and listened to some music as we sipped some good California wine.
"You know Patty, This has been a great evening for me. I had thought I recognized you also, but was not sure. But when you mentioned the tournament, I immediately placed you. I even remember that you were with one of the guys from the men's team. During breaks, you two seemed to be all over each other."
I giggled, and said "Yea, that was Jake. He had a red Celica, his own apartment, and was a great fuck." I giggled, and said "This wine must be getting to me, to talk like that!"
We both collapsed in laughter, and she said "It's ok, I have heard ladies say 'apartment' before."
We both rolled over on our backs, unable to hold it in anymore. Wiping tears from my eyes, I stood up and stumbled to the bathroom to get rid of some of the night's drinking. Upon returning, I noticed that she had changed into a long t-shirt that said "Co-Ed Naked Volleyball Team". I laughed at that, and she found another tshirt for me to sleep in. It was a little short on me, and left the bottom of my panties showing.
"Ahhh, perfect" she said. "But you should be careful, dancing got me so worked up, I might rape you tonight."
We laughed again, then crawled into her bed to sleep.
Thankfully, I slept in so late so I did not have a hangover the next morning. I smelled bacon, and walked into the kitchen. Maria was also working on some pancakes, and told me that breakfast would be done in about 15 minutes. I had her tell me where the towels were, and took a quick shower.
Feeling like a new woman, I came out in time to see watch her finish setting the table. We spent equal amounts of time eating and talking, and gave more details about our lives.
I told her about my failed marriage. Two people with two careers can not always make things work. Our divorce 2 years before had been friendly, and we still occasionally went out together. "I mean, how many people our age love listening to Shakespeare in the park?"
"Oh, you would be surprised. Normally, I have to go by myself. I talked my ex-boyfriend into going one time, but he fell asleep before the third act of 'The Twelfth Night."
"Oh girl!" I exclaimed. "That is my FAVORITE play!. I have seen it probably 20 times, and have a movie version at home on video."
We then went off, quoting from the Bard's words. Together, we said what is probably his most famous line: "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."
Then the conversation took a strange twist. It seems that Maria had seen a version put on by a gay acting troupe in LA the year before, and the play went a totally different way. Instead of Olivia ending up with Viola's brother, and Viola with the Duke of Illyria as the tale traditionally ends, Olivia marries Viola, and the Duke marries her brother.
"I tell you, it was so cute. The actor and actress looked so much alike in that production, you would think that they were actually twins. The girl was tall and thin, and her 'brother' was also thin, and actually rather effeminate. I myself would have had a hard time picking which one I would want."
I took a moment to long to respond, and I could tell that she thought she had stuck her foot in her mouth. "Oh, I hope you are not upset at me. I did not mean to make it sound like that. I mean, I am not always attracted to tall, thin females, er, I mean..."
Maria dragged off into silence, and I could tell that she was terrified of what I was thinking at the moment. Her eyes were looking down at the table, as if she was afraid to meet my eyes. Contrary to popular belief, most female (and male) volleyball players are not gay. I felt bad for not speaking up, so decided to make a joke of what she was trying to say.
"Ahhh, so you are only sometimes attracted to tall, thin females." I chuckled lightly, and she finally raised her head and looked at me again.
"Yea, something like that" she replied, giggling as she said it. But by the look in her face, I seemed to sense that she was telling the truth, not just going along with the joke.