Quetazaltenango , or Xela (shay-la) as it’s widely known, is the “second city” of Guatemala, and fancies itself the cultural center of the country. It’s not particularly touristy, but has become a hub of Spanish language schools, so you see plenty of other foreigners, mostly young students, backpackers, etc. And you see plenty of beautiful local women.
After a couple of weeks of looking without touching a buddy and I decided one afternoon to see what we could find. We told one of the cabbies around parque central what we were looking for and although he seemed a little unsure about it, he told us to hop in. He stopped by to talk with another cabbie to verify the address and we were off. The place was only a couple of miles or so north of the park, in a nondescript building with no sign or indication whatever of what might be inside.
As we pulled up, a white shirted waiter was looking out the door and he led us inside where we found a small quiet bar with several seating areas with couches and coffee tables. We just saw a few girls in the place, and none that were immediately appealing, but we got beers and sat down near the bar to look things over.
My buddy spotted a cute girl smiling at him from across the room and decided she’d probably do for him. I was still scanning for possibilities when a tall, and very hot girl passed through and sat down on a couch with some other girls across the room. It was becoming obvious that the ladies weren’t going to come to us at this place, so we decided to make a move. We split up and I walked over and sat down beside Karina.
She was maybe 25, super pretty, with long dark hair and a slim, athletic build,. We chatted a little and I asked her what the charge would be to spend some private time with her. 175 Quetzales for a half hour seemed very reasonable to me (that’s $23 U.S.), so she took the money up to the bar, then led me back to a small hallway where the rooms were. We stopped to get supplies from the old woman at the counter there and Karina made some entries on her cell phone before walking me to a surprisingly nice and clean little room.
She smiled and started undressing, revealing a body that to my eyes was flawless. I was already pretty turned on, but I had already asked her to give me a massage, so I lay face down on the bed and she straddled me, sliding her shaved pussy along the small of my back as she rubbed my shoulders and neck. With just a very little of that I was ready so I rolled over and she slipped a condom on and started blowing me as I caressed her from head to toe, taking in the view.
After a bit, she climbed on and started riding me cowgirl style, just how I like it, but with a little bit too much of the feigned excitement. She leaned forward to put her sweet little tits in my face and I began sucking happily on her nipples, which brought on even more furious rocking and moaning. I knew that was designed to bring me off quickly, but it was actually more distracting than exciting, but I wasn’t complaining. after a few minutes, Karina rolled us over and we furiously went at it missionary style.
When I pulled up and sat up on my knees, she knew what I was thinking, and she got on her hands and knees and backed up to offer me a view of her perfect ass. The sight alone should have been enough to make me pop, but again I was a little distracted a by her overacting , It became obvious to me that, though I was still very turned on and enjoying myself thoroughly, I was not on the verge, and I knew our half hour was about up. I pulled out and laid down with her and told her it was all good, and assured her that I was completely satisfied, which was actually very true.
When we walked out my buddy was hanging out just outside the door. He’d been waiting a while and had gotten an earful of the moans and bedsprings. We exchanged grins and slipped out into the evening to catch a bus back downtown. We’d both had a great time, but he was slightly disappointed that his girl hadn’t been as active and enthusiastic. We made note of the location and decided the place definitely would merit a return trip.
And I did return, alone this time, when I was back in town a couple of weeks later. Problem was though, I hadn’t really noted the location that well, and I ended up wandering the streets for quite a while , walking right past the door at least twice before I finally found a cab driver in the neighborhood who told me the address.
When I knocked on the door I was let in by a pair of guys who frisked me and had me leave my backpack with them. I was surprised by that treatment, but I went on in and got a beer. No sign of Karina among the six or eight girls there, and the only fairly hot one looked very bored and curled up in a chair and went to sleep. A few other girls came and went as I had another beer and then Ceci passed through. She was early twenties, thin and cute, wearing some knee high boots and an impossibly short plaid miniskirt. I wasted no time in going over to join her and after a little small talk she offered the same price as before and we were off to the room. Ceci doesn’t quite have the 10 face of Karina, but she made up for any of that with a warm and easy smile. And her body was exquisite. She left nothing on but the little Hello Kitty socks she was wearing under her boots and climbed on top of me to start with a massage. I didn’t have the patience for more than a minute or two of that, and when I rolled over she had the condom ready, slid it on and started giving me an excellent blowjob, all the while responding with her body as I ran my hands over her.
I was telling her how hot she was and how turned on I was, and she smiled up at me, “Si te gusta?” Oh hell yes. She smiled back and went down with even more pure sexiness, but with no sense of urgency. When she was ready, she climbed on top of me and started riding me slowly, mixing it up nicely between lifting up where I could look at her and play with her little tits, and then laying down on me, hugging my chest and squirming with warm full body contact. I soon got carried away with all this, and rolled her over to finish on top. Afterwards we laid there together for a while before getting dressed, and enjoyed one of the nicest after- moments I’ve ever had with a working girl.
When I left this time I was more careful to really note the location. The club is on the second east-west street north of the parque Alameda, just off 14th, which is in the area known as “La Democracia”. The address posted above the door is 14-30. As you might guess, I have every intention of going back the next time I’m in Guate. In fact as I wrote this I found myself trying to conjure scenarios that might work out to get me back there sooner rather than later. I would definitely recommend the place, but you should know that you are unlikely to find anyone there who speaks any English. For my experience though, the place was very laid back. I was never approached by anyone, let alone high-pressured, so you might be able to work things out with less than fluent Spanish. This is not a seedy part of town at all. There was no cover charge and bottles of beer were only $2, so if a guy didn’t see it happening, he could bail with little lost.
I was there in late afternoon to early evening on weeknights and there were very only a few other patrons, all locals, in the club. The girls were not all 9’s and 10’s by any means, but I would bet that some of those other girls would know what they’re doing.