Field Report on Jade

Reporter: Speed Racer
Date Received: August 13, 2005
Date of Party:  July 25, 2005

On my final night in town, on the Monday after CWMC-9, I once again decided to head east out I-80 to the Patrick exit and the Wild Horse Canyon Adult Resort beyond.  I wanted to see some of my friends there one last time before heading home, and perhaps meet some new ladies I didn't have a chance to see or talk to on my prior two visits there earlier during this trip.  I had enough cash left for one last party, but I wasn't sure if it would be spent here, or perhaps later that night down at the Moonlite BunnyRanch (where the prior evening I had met and talked with a very enticing young lady named Stephanie).

I entered the Wild Horse Saloon and took a seat at the bar. Several ladies, among them the lovely Jade, were engaged in conversations with various gentlemen. I didn't recognize any of the guys as being from the CWMC group, so I sat alone and ordered a beer. Later, a couple of the courtesans came over to me to introduce themselves after they had finished with their other conversations. All of these ladies were nice, but none caught my fancy enough for me to want to take a tour with them on this particular occasion.

Since my friend Jade remained occupied, I considered leaving and heading down to the MLBR to try my luck with Stephanie. By then, another gentleman had taken the seat next to mine at the bar and shortly thereafter, a well-known and highly-rated lady came out to the bar from the parlor area and approached us. Within ten seconds after introducing herself to the both of us, she rudely turned her back on me. When I attempted to continue our conversation, she made a snide remark in my general direction. I'm experienced enough in LPIN to recognize that she was going to focus on the potential customer seated to my left, but I feel that she could have been much more tactful in signaling her intention to do so. Therefore, after a few more minutes, I decided to finish my beer at one of the tables, leaving her alone to work the guy she obviously preferred. In spite of her reputation, she had totally blown any chance of my being interested in touring with her.

Before I finished my beverage, ex-Okie then came walking in the front door and recognized me. So I decided to stick around for a while and ordered another beer. During this time, as we were catching up and exchanging tales from CWMC, a couple of other nice ladies stopped by to meet and talk to us. But all the while Jade remained busy elsewhere. Finally, she freed up and came over to our table to say hello. After several minutes of good conversation, I leaned over to repeat something that had been obscured by the rather loud music playing in the room. In the process, I clumsily knocked over my half-full bottle of brew. Fortunately, none of the liquid spilled on either of my companions, but I did get some beer in my lap. Seizing the opportunity, I said to Jade, "No problem,
I'll just clean up in the shower when we go back to your room to party." She immediately smiled and I knew I had made a great, spur of the moment decision. We soon wished ex-Okie a good evening and headed back to
the negotiation room.

I had first met Jade over five years ago at the Chicken Ranch, where we had been introduced to each other by our mutual friend, Sierra. A wonderful party ensued later that evening. Little did either of us know at the time that it would be so long before we would be able to renew our intimate association. I did see Jade briefly last year, again at the CR, but unfortunately we weren't able to party on that particular night. Having just spent 12 hours traveling to Pahrump, I was very tired and also had an long-awaited first encounter scheduled with Paris (a/k/a Monet Dior) on the following afternoon. Plus, Jade and her pal Andrea (whom I'd partied with each of the prior two years) were both packing up to leave for the Wild Horse very early the next morning. Yet knowing that I had just made it to town, they both took time to stop by the CR's Leghorn Bar spend some time there with me. Andrea has since retired as a courtesan, but this very sweet, special, and incredibly beautiful young woman now works as one of the cashiers at the Wild Horse. In fact, I got to renew our acquaintance at the WHCR's Thursday night CWMC party, at which time Jade had also given me a full tour of the main house (which I hadn't seen in person since late 2002, during its construction).

Now alone in the negotiation "closet" (as WHCR regulars have nicknamed it), I told Jade how much I had available to spend. She agreed that we could, "have a lot of fun" for that price. So after the requisite DC, we quickly concluded the business end of things. Then she took my hand as we headed off to her cozy room the the west wing of the house. Once there I undressed, setting my damp shorts aside to dry while I took a quick shower. Now refreshed, I joined Jade on her bed and we began to reacquaint ourselves with each other's bodies and sexual spirits.

For those of you who aren't familiar with Jade, she is a tall, dark-haired, and very shapely woman who hails from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (but was raised in California). Naturally outgoing, she is the kind of person who can be the "life of the party", but also has a quiet, reflective side. Her nude form is extremely arousing, and we quickly began to caress and manually stimulate each other. I was rock hard as she slipped on a condom and went down on me while I played with and gently sucked on her wonderfully long nipples. After a few minutes of this ecstasy I moved down to return her oral favors, going down on her sweet, well trimmed pussy.

Jade pointed out the fact that we both had our pubes neatly trimmed into a very similar triangular shape (I guess great minds DO think alike).  Dining at her delicious "Y" for quite a long time as she squealed with delight, she made me promise it wouldn't be another five years before we got together to party again. Next it was time to enter Jade's waiting love tunnel, so she shifted on top and rode my thick rod like a ravenous cowgirl. Later we switched to Canadian (a term I like better than "doggie") and Mish. Since I had experienced a vigorous two-cum party
earlier that day I wasn't sure if I had a third pop in me or not. But Jade wanted to see me cum all over her luscious breasts, so off came the rubber and we each began to masturbate. Before long, I not only shot my load, but surprised myself with both its volume and the intensity of my accompanying orgasm. We were both grinning from ear to ear!

Once again, the fabulous Ms. Jade had delivered a memorable party.  After tenderly cleaning me up, I hopped into her shower once more in order to prepare for my departure. After dressing we strolled back out to the parlor, and the bar beyond, where Jade and I embraced and bade each other farewell. As I walked out the door, I ran in to the Wild Horse's general manager Susan Austin, who was crossing the parking lot from the newly-opened "World Famous ... Brothel" (the original, relocated, and extensively renovated Mustang Ranch - though they can't officially call it that just yet). I thanked Susan once again for the hospitality she and WHCR co-owner Lance Gilman had displayed throughout CWMC, and promised her it wouldn't take me nearly so long next time to get back out to Reno and visit their fine establishments once again. After a brief conversation and a final hug, it was time to drive off into the warm western Nevada night. I never did made it back down to Mound House and the BunnyRanch before I had to depart for home the next day - so Stephanie, please accept my apology and know that I really look forward to taking a tour with you the very first thing during my next visit! But I was also very glad I had not been too hasty in leaving the Wild Horse on this particular evening, because I finally got to make another wonderful intimate memory with the lovely Jade.