Hace algunos días viendo algo de porno me encontré con unos vídeos de gente que tenía sexo o simplemente se masturbaba en los baños de tiendas como Sanborn’s o Liverpool.

Pues luego de haber visto esos vídeos y aprovechando que estaba cerca de un Sanborn’s ayer decidí entrar a ver si veía algo. Dicho y hecho, en cuando me metí al baño alcancé a ver en el reflejo del piso que el del baño de al lado estaba jalándosela. No perdí tiempo y saqué el celular, según yo muy discretamente empecé a grabar cómo se masturbaba el chico de al lado pero no tardó en darse cuenta. Sin embargo, en lugar de hacerla de pedo se la empezó a jalar con más ganas y hasta me tomó la mano en la que traía el cel y me la acercó para grabar más de cerca.

Después de un rato me hizo señas para que entrara en el baño con él. Yo dudé un poco pero ya estaba medio excitado así que me metí al baño todavía con el celular grabando. ¿Te gustó mi verga? - Me preguntó quedito. - Sí, le dije. Agárramela, me dijo, Jálamela.

Se la estuve jalando un rato y me puse muy cachondo. Me empezó a bajar el pantalón y me volteó. Sacó una cajita de condones y se puso uno. Yo no decía nada pero estaba nervioso. De pronto ya tenía su verga en mi culo y me estaba cogiendo super rico. Así estuvimos un rato hasta que sentí que se estaba viniendo. A través del condón se podía sentir lo caliente de su semen.

After some effort to enroll me in school, which involved several visits to the American Embassy, visiting a private Catholic school in Cuernavaca and enduring a terrifying interview with Sister Marcella, Mother gave up and decided we would enjoy life awhile in Mexico City before heading back. Not long after becoming ensconced at the Hotel Geneve, Mother met a man who began to court her in the old fashioned way, by taking her out to eat every night and sightseeing every day. This left us with lots of free time, so in addition to sitting around the beautiful marble and tiled restaurant/courtyard of the Hotel Geneve, trying to look sophisticated and mysterious, also meant venturing out alone onto Londres Ave. and the Paseo de la Reforma and exploring the city by foot. After elaborate preparations in the bathroom, we emerged, and were hit with an immediate cacophony of catcalls. I assumed at the time that it was my hair (very naturally curly) which was suddenly shiny and cooperative in this high altitude and therefore made me more glamorous, but it was simply my first exposure to the Latin Male.

Our escape was Sanborn's. After crossing the Paseo de la Reforma, in itself a terrifying feat, and walking several blocks, we needed a destination, and this was it. We also needed something to order, and coffee was the most affordable option, as we had little money.  Before undertaking this trip, we knew very little about Mexico. I had had two years of high school Spanish, but my textbook, unlike textbooks of today, provided little cultural information. All preconceived notions of what Mexico would be like were dispelled by what we saw in Sanborn's. This was the upper class of Mexico, and the business elites, and we had never seen such a level of glamour or felt such a sense of real wealth before. We had no choice but to order coffee, as to get anything else would diminish our sought after level of sophistication. Of course, this was not the whole story, the poorer side of the country was much more exaggerated than we had expected too.

I can't remember how the coffee tasted, only that it was the first cup I really remember ordering for myself.  I had been terrified of speaking Spanish on this trip, so it was also my first successful transaction on my own.  My mother, with her crazy “conversational class” Spanish, was chief negotiator and showed much more chutzpa in speaking the language than I did.  But this was also my first exposure of many to the elegant manners of the Mexican waiter, something that continues to astound me, so many years later in life.

http://www.sanborns.com.mx/