My travels often take me through Baltimore. If I happen to pass through in the evening, I will often stop off and see what's available on Baltimore's famous Block in the way of female companionship. I'm very picky indeed, and my preference - no surprise for a devotee of big, no, make that huge breasts - is for beautiful, slim, and extremely buxom girls. I'm particularly on the lookout for girls who passionately French kiss during a session. A combination like that is hard to find anywhere, let alone on the Block.

Finding such a girl there (or in nearby Baltimore establishments) involves panning through tons of gravel to find the occasional nugget. Most of the girls working that strip tend to be on the ugly side - and if they're not ugly they tend to be fat. Many even combine both attributes! But the nuggets are there; I have definitely gotten lucky from time to time. With patience and perseverance, one can have really memorable experiences on the Block.

My first such experience was in a corner strip bar near Camden Yards; it is not on the Block, but is very Block-like. As I sipped my first drink, a very pretty black woman in her mid-20s came up and asked for a drink. Since, in addition to her good looks, she was wearing an extremely short skirt that showed off very fine legs plus a tight sweater that showcased an eye-popping pair of amazingly firm, all-natural 38G tits, I could hardly say no. In short order, she was fondling my turgid member and I was cupping and squeezing her huge jugs through the thin sweater. Before long we were passionately French-kissing: her really thick, fat lips made that activity really exciting, believe me! After several drinks and about 45 minutes of this extended, girl-friend-like make-out session, the woman urged me to pop for a trip to a back room so we could make love. I was really ready for it personally; unfortunately, neither my wallet nor my credit card balance permitted me to finance the venture. After a couple of passionate good-by kisses and the placement of a $20 tip inside the deep, deep cleavage between her tits (the only time I actually touched bare skin), I was off.

Even though we had not left the bar, the $75 or so I had placed on the bar or between her tits was money well spent; the memory of (a) her thick lips crushed against mine while her tongue searched for my tonsils, (b) her hand squeezing my rock-hard cock, and (c) the erotic feel of her so-full, albeit sweater-clad, bosom in my hot hands, all resonated strongly in my memory for weeks to come.

In Baltimore, trips to the back room typically involve payments of around $200 to the bar and $100 to the girl; the bar payment can be charged but the girl's fee must be in cash (I may have the process reversed). That's not cheap; yet for the occasional true find, the price is right.

My next successful trip was to the Block itself; for neophytes, the Block is located on East Baltimore Street on the eastern edge of downtown Baltimore. I was sitting in a bar with my eye on a super-cute girl with long black hair; she wore short jean cutoffs and a tight sweater. She was petite (5'2") and really slim - except up top where it really mattered: she had a pair of natural 32Es that were just spectacular. I bought her a drink, after which we chatted. She was new to the Block and until recently had worked at a biker strip bar somewhere else in town.

She was so good looking and so buxom that I inquired about a trip to the back room. A trip to the basement, it turned out, was available for a total of about $350 "Do you kiss?" I asked as I mulled it over. "Downstairs, I sure do," she replied. Done! We were hardly down the stairs heading for the tiny cubicle where our coupling would take place before we were passionately kissing with our mouths so wide open that breaking our jaws would have been the next step!

With trembling hands, I removed her shorts, sweater and bra and worked out for a while on her huge, amazingly firm tits. She was soon giving me a really expert BBBJ and our actual intercourse was truly hot and satisfying. This girl was a 10 on all counts - no doubt about it!

My next successful trip came on a Sunday night one summer after I had flown into BWI. I decided to troll the Block to see if I could find anything to cure what ailed me. I stopped off at a fairly new bar on a little side street off Baltimore Street - it might be called Custom House Street - which has about four or five bars in a row. When I walked in, I saw a spectacularly beautiful girl sitting with an old guy who must have been in his 70's. She was so gorgeous and stacked that the fellow probably could have passed on using Viagra that evening! The young girl was about 5'7", had long brown hair, an absolutely beautiful face, killer legs, and was wearing a skimpy sun dress. She also had really firm D-cup breasts that she later admitted might actually have become an E-cup since her last fitting. I could check them out because she was sitting next to the guy with the top of her dress down!

All it took was one look. I think my tongue was probably hanging down to the floor and my eyes were threatening to jump out of their sockets like those joke eyeballs attached to springs we used to play with as kids. She spotted me looking and in due course finished up with gramps and made a beeline for me. She was soon sitting on the next bar stool with her body crushed up against mine while I molested her still-bare bosom. She looked like the most beautiful of coeds - and indeed, she WAS a coed trying to earn tuition! We talked and talked; soon we were sensuously caressing each other. Very soon thereafter, we were swallowing each other's faces in wild, spit-swapping kisses.

After a time, she looked me in the eye and said, "I just have to make love with you - if not here, then we'll just have to meet somewhere else when this place closes at two!" It was only about ten o'clock and I had a two-and-a-half-hour drive ahead of me, so the idea of waiting until closing time - although highly alluring - took second place to a trip downstairs. We were soon lying on a pulled out hide-a-bed in the basement feasting on each other's bodies. It was fantastic! Although the BJ was covered (and the sex as well, of course), it was true girlfriend sex with a girl beautiful enough to be both a homecoming queen and the star in a big bust video! She was in both looks and performance a 10+ -- easy.

My next spot of good luck also took place on a post-BWI Sunday trip to the Block. After parking I walked into the first place I came to and immediately spotted a really cute young stripper on the stage. She was VERY good-looking but, I have to admit, it was her giant hangers of tit meat that caught my eye.

When her dance was finished, she headed to the back to dress. She put on a nondescript everyday dress that, although short, did not really flatter her looks and spectacular body. When she emerged, she came right over to my bar stool. "Wow," she said, "you were really checking out my tits while I was dancing! Would you like to buy me a drink?"

I did indeed! I was soon trying manfully to cup her massive right breast as it overflowed my hand. She was so petite - I don't think she was even five feet tall - and her bosom was proportionately so big - 34E+, she said - that she seemed to be in danger of tipping over! She snuggled in and we were soon French-kissing and playing with each other's bodies.

When she asked for another drink, I asked about the possibility of getting more up close and personal. She was initially very dubious; she went to the end of the bar and had an extended conference with the bartender. At length they both came over, checked my ID (two pieces, please; perhaps they thought I was The Man), quoted a price ($350 total), and finally ushered me into a back room. The session was really passionate - true girl-friend sex once again with lots of hugging, caressing, and deep kissing. I removed her giant bra with shaking fingers and was astonished at how huge her uncovered tits turned out to be. I naturally gave them a careful inspection with my hands, fingers, mouth, tongue, and lips.

One drawback was that she could not get the condom she had brought along to fit over my cock; perhaps she had gotten me so hot and bothered that I had grown out of its size! In any event, it was not a problem as far as I was concerned. We wildly kissed and tongue-dueled while she stroked and jerked my throbbing dick. During this really erotic hand-job, I rubbed, squeezed, and pummeled her gigantic tits.

As our tongues lashed and searched deeply into our mouths and my hand frantically mauled her bosom, I shot a wad so powerful and intense that I thought it was going to make it all the way to the ceiling! Even though we had not actually had intercourse, it was a totally satisfying sexual encounter. In looks she was about a 9 with 10+ tits. The service, even with just a HJ and even though she was not into BJs, covered OR uncovered, was just great - a 10 for sure!

You can be certain that I stopped off in Baltimore on later trips to search for these women; however, I never saw any of them again. The buxom black stripper and the drop-dead gorgeous co-ed simply could not be located. The bartenders I asked certainly remembered the co-ed, though - she had apparently become sort of a Block legend on account of her drop-dead gorgeous looks! The giant-titted, 4'11" HJ artist was not working either, but I did find out something about her whereabouts. She had quit, gotten married, and was pregnant with her first child. My mind reeled at the prospect of her baby sucking on a pair of tits that in nursing would have undoubtedly expanded to some unbelievable size! L-cup breasts, anyone?

The back-room approach to sex in Baltimore may not always be available. On a later trip I encountered an incredibly fresh-faced beauty in a Block bar in which all the other women were old, worn, and ugly. She had just started working at this joint the day before; it was, she said, her first such gig anywhere. I couldn't imagine what she was doing in such a dive! She was a D-cup blonde with a fantastically beautiful face who was working the bar in her skimpy striptease outfit; she could have scored an 11 on my scale or anyone else's! She was phenomenally curvy and boasted up top what she described as "a small D-cup," whatever that is!

We had a drink and I proposed a more intensive get-together, but she said nothing of the sort was available. It might have been me, or her disinclination to do it with anyone on account of her newcomer status - or perhaps the heat was on.

On another occasion I ran into a really cute blonde in her upper 20's who looked like the young soccer mom of your dreams, right down to her full C-cup bosom. We really hit it off within seconds of saying hello. We were soon passionately kissing and even moaning before the bartender arrived with her first drink; about two minutes after that, she broke the kiss; the kiss had been so passionate that in the process, strings of saliva stretched out between our mouths as we separated.

She then looked up into my eyes, and said, "You've just GOT to take me out of here RIGHT now so we can make love all night long. How far away is your hotel?" I was, as usual, just passing through, so I had no hotel; I asked her instead about on-premises sex. She told me nothing like that was available at the bar and called over the bartender. That lady informed me that I could indeed take the girl to a hotel (I'd have to engage a room), and that the fee (not counting the hotel room) would be $700!

Well! The girl was both cute and hot, but really! Minka or Deena Duos or Elizabeth Starr might be worth that kind of money, but not that girl, however fine she otherwise have been. She was a real sweetie but I regretfully but firmly demurred.

As you can see, one can do well on the Block; it just takes lots and lots of looking. These experiences I have just recounted took place over a period of a few years. I looked at and rejected hundreds and hundreds of really sub-par women in the process of finding these few gems.

Still, even the looking is fun! Getting revved up for the chase is really exhilarating. Generally, I park in a safe spot, head for the Block, and quickly go in and out of each place, giving the lineup in each one a swift evaluation. Time is money! If I see something promising, I stay for a drink and await developments; otherwise, I'm out of there and on to the next bar. The doormen understand the routine, and do not object when I'm in and out in less than a minute. Sometimes, I affect looking for some friends from whom I got separated. The girls and bartenders all know that is total BS, but so what? It works! And sometimes, as I've recounted, I have on a few occasions gotten VERY lucky indeed.

I should add that on my last trip to the Block a week or so ago, I walked into a bar just as a guy (a 60's businessman in a Brooks Brothers suit) and a girl (a VERY buxom - I'd guess a G- or H-cup - but notably plump black stripper), were, hand in hand, exiting a cubicle along the back wall of the bar. From the satiated look on guy's face, the back room in the Block still lives - at least in some of its many clubs! For those within driving distance of the Block, I say: May you encounter similar good fortune! And if you do, please pick an appropriate Internet forum and tell us all about it!