Down Mexico Way

by sourdough

Copyright© 2011 by sourdough

: A retired American living south of the border recounts a couple of his experiences with the local women.

Caution: This contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Hispanic Female   .

My name is Pete. I'm a retired American living in Mexico right next to the border with the U.S. I'm divorced and my children are grown. I don't see them any because they're afraid of the border violence. But living in a Mexican border town can be as safe as anywhere else in the world as long as you don't mess with drugs; you mind your own business and avoid places where violence is a possibility. I obey those rules and do all right for myself.

My retirement money goes a lot farther in Mexico than it does in the states and that allows me certain luxuries than I otherwise couldn't afford such as a girl to do my cooking and cleaning. I have one come in five days a week and I pay her the equivalent of a $1.50 an hour. That's the going wage. You don't dare pay them more than the going wage. The woman would invariably brag about it to her friends and then the other women would demand the same pay from their employers. That just pisses off your friends and neighbors.

The girls come and go. Some last longer than others. She's usually 18 years of age, a school dropout and the mother of a toddler. She may or may not be living with the father of her child and it's unlikely she married him. I allow her to bring her child with her since she can't afford a babysitter, but she has to make sure the child doesn't get in my way. I've never met any of these girls that speak English but I speak passable Spanish. She and the kid eat what she fixes for me and she usually does a good job.

One thing you have to watch out for is your personal property walking off when these girls are around so keep everything you don't want to lose under lock and key. Of course, she'll deny ever having seen the missing property but when I started locking up the things I cared about, the thievery stopped. Also, I'm there the entire time they are.

Another thing not to do is to advance them any money because that's a sure way to see the last of them. I don't know why they think this way, but if I give them a peso more than they've earned, it's like they think they've outsmarted the "gabacho". They disappear and never come back. Of course, there are plenty of other girls ready to take her place but I have learned some hard lessons which I'm glad to pass on to you. Not that there aren't some side benefits to enjoy.

Guadalupe is a typical example. She had been working for me for a while. And like the others, I'd pay her in cash the wages she'd earned at the end of the day. And like the others she always ran short of money.

"May I have an advance on my wages?"

"Why should I do that?" That's my standard reply now. She shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn't explain it.

"I need the money," she eventually said.

"We all need money."

"My husband lost his job."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Guadalupe shrugged her shoulders again. Mexican women like to do that as if silently saying they are helpless victims of fate. I couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not. But I didn't care either way.

"But I need the money," the young woman said. This time she added a whine.

"Come sit on my lap and let's talk about it." Guadalupe gasped.

"I can't do that. I'm a married woman." She picked up her daughter in her arms, gave me a disapproving stare and left without another word. I wondered if she would return. If not, I'd have to go to the trouble of hiring and training another girl. I wasn't worried about a sexual harassment complaint. They don't have that kind of legal remedy in Mexico.

Guadalupe showed up the next day but she gave me the silent treatment from the very start as if this would punish me for making an inappropriate suggestion. I responded by ignoring her in return and occupying myself surfing the web. After lunch, the girl put her daughter down for a nap and I went back to my web surfing. After a while, Guadalupe came and stood at my bedroom door where I kept my computer. She stared at me for a while and I assumed she was gathering her courage or giving me the evil eye. I had a feeling the negotiations were about to start.

"I can work extra for you."

"I don't have any extra work for you to do. Do you have any other suggestions?"

"No." She shrugged her shoulders again. It was time to make a couple suggestions of my own.

"I'll give you an extra day's pay if you do the housework naked tomorrow." She gasped once more but she didn't leave this time. Apparently she figured out trying to make me feel guilty wasn't going to work. I guessed she was really desperate.

"My daughter would see and anyone else who comes to the house."

"Your daughter is too young to understand and any visitors have to call first before coming over."

"You pay me now?" Oh, sure! The old 'trust me' routine. If I gave her cash now I'd never see her again and I'd be out my money.

"No," I replied.

"But I need the money tonight."

"I guess you'll have to do something else for the money."

"But what?"

"You can fuck for it," I replied with a leering smile. Guadalupe paled and stared down at the floor. I'm sure she wanted to run away. I was old enough to be her grandfather and I'm not what you'd call handsome with thinning gray hair and a paunch that won't go away no matter how much I diet and exercise so I don't think I was her ideal lover. At least I still have my own teeth. She remained silent. I knew we couldn't do anything once her daughter woke up from her nap and I wanted to get my money's worth ... if she was willing.

"I'm not paying you to just stand around, young lady. Either come in or get out." I'm not known for using a harsh tone of voice and I know I scared the girl. In fact, she started trembling and I saw tears start from her eyes.

"I can't," she whined.

"You have five minutes to get undressed and get on this bed. After that, I'll just send you home with a half day's pay and think about hiring someone to replace you. Try explaining that to your husband." She now had to shit or get off the pot.

Sheesh! It wasn't like Guadalupe was a blushing virgin. She needed money and I made an offer. She could still walk away but the girl glared at me like I was forcing her. Even though I'm 63 years old I can still get it hard for a pretty girl even without Viagra and Guadalupe was definitely pretty; still in the bloom of youth, a 5'5" brown-eyed dark brunette with a typically olive complexion and tits that would fill a C cup bra. Still, with her attitude, fucking the girl probably wouldn't be the most pleasant of experiences.

I was just about going to tell her to forget it and go back to work when Guadalupe finally found her courage. She walked to the other side of the bed, turned her back to me and got undressed. She then got under the covers with her back still turned to me. Heh! If I didn't know better I would have thought Guadalupe was taking lessons from my ex-wife. I undressed and slipped under the covers beside her.

"Ay!" Guadalupe cried the instant I touched her. Oh great! She was going to make sure I didn't enjoy myself.

"Relax," I urged her. She didn't relax but I think the young woman realized she was committed to letting me fuck her so she didn't resist. That didn't stop her crying "Ay!" every five seconds or so especially when I started massaging her hairy pussy. I finally deemed her wet enough for me to fuck her and climbed between her legs. Guadalupe crossed herself and covered her eyes with her right arm. She was a so-so fuck but at least I got my rocks off. As soon as I finished, she started pushing at me so I'd get off her. She scurried to the bathroom to wash out her pussy.

At the end of the day Guadalupe thought I didn't pay her enough for her sexual services but I assured her it was the same as I would have had to pay one of the local hookers. Being compared to a prostitute didn't sit well with her but was there any difference between her and a prostitute? I certainly didn't think so. I told her to take it or leave it. She took it.

I look after myself on the weekends. I cross the border into the U.S. to do my banking and collect my mail from my post office box. On the Mexican side I do most of my shopping and socialize. Guadalupe showed up for work the following Monday. She was quiet again but I don't think she was giving me the silent treatment this time. I didn't worry about it and didn't try to talk to her either. After lunch, I could tell she wanted to talk again but it was up to her to break the silence.

"Do you want to do anything?"

"You mean like last Friday at this same time?" She nodded her head and I said, "No, thanks." She looked kind of surprised that I rejected her and perhaps I injured her pride a bit.

"Are you angry with me?" I shook my head.

"Come sit on my lap and let's talk about it." This time Guadalupe barely hesitated before getting on my lap. I had an arm around her waist and my free hand was caressing her thigh.

"Well," I said. "I know I'm not your husband or your sweetheart. I also know I'm old and ugly. But I paid for the sex. And when I pay a pretty girl for sex I expect her to act like an enthusiastic partner even if she is just acting. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Guadalupe nodded her head.

"I was afraid."

"You don't seem afraid right now." She shook her head.

"You're nicer than my husband." She leaned against my chest and we kissed. I took the opportunity to play with her tits.

"You want me?"

"Yes, but I can't afford to do this often. I'm not a rich man." I'm long past the need to impress anyone so I live simply and always plead poverty. A display of wealth always attracts unwanted attention anyway.

"Let's go to the bed, you ugly old man," Guadalupe said and started giggling. The sex with the young woman that time was a lot better and a lot more fun. I started paying her a little bit extra for the sex. It was great until she had to leave my employment. Her husband sneaked across the border to find work and she had to go back to her family to wait until he could send for her. Her family lived in central Mexico.

Guadalupe made it clear that she'd be glad to move in with me and become my "woman". That sounded too much like marriage. No, thanks.

When I was first exploring the idea of moving down here I made the acquaintance of an expatriate Brit by the name of Colin. We're about the same age. Colin took me under his wing and educated me regarding Mexican law and dealing with the local bureaucracy. He also helped me find a decent and affordable place to live.

Once I got settled in I was invited to dinner at Colin's home and introduced to his girlfriend Maria. Maria introduced me in turn to her girlfriend Lourdes. Lourdes was 40 something and very attractive. She was a middle class Mexican woman who still watched her weight. I'm lousy at guessing weight but she was proportional to her height which was 5'7". Her brunette hair had a reddish tinge to it which told me she colored it. We had a pleasant conversation and I had a feeling Colin and Maria were trying to set me up with Lourdes but I just played it cool. Later on Colin took me to another room while the women chatted.

"What do you think of Lourdes," he asked.

"She's very nice," I replied and didn't say anything else. That just made Colin smile.

"Lourdes is married," he explained, "but has been separated from her husband for the past ten years."

"Ten years is a long time," I replied. "Why don't they get divorced?"

"Because of the church. Mexican marriages seldom end in divorce but that doesn't mean they necessarily stick together and that's the case here. She's in the market for a boyfriend. Are you interested?"

"I'm not sure. I'm glad she's not looking for a husband because I'm not interested. What does Lourdes expect out of this?"

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