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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women. No
testing on animals was involved in the production of
this story. Some of the participants in the story may
be under the age of 18. If you live in a backward
society, like the United States or Afghanistan, in
which it is illegal for you to know about sex or read
sexual materials immediately delete this from your
computer and scourge yourself with a whip for having
any sexual thoughts. If you are under the age of 18
please continue to pretend you don't know about sex
and continue to get each other pregnant in increasing
numbers so that we have more young single mothers
raising children. Don't learn about safe sex or
contraception as these are tools of the devil. Please
do not masturbate while reading this story in public
places as this can excite the authorities into rash
conduct and result in grave consequences for you.

La Zona Roja

(continued from part 1)

(Mf rom)

The Second Day

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 bush. I spread the lips and worked my
tongue into her pussy. I was greeted with a moan and
soon after with a flood of her juices.

Unlike last 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 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 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
some 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 lead my eyes down to her knees and then 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 ok."

"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 and 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 ok?"

"This is muy ok."

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 ok?"

"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
impaled 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.

The Third Day

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 like
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 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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