About a recent ‘date’ with a black working girl

Hers is the body that many regard as optimum and her nude photos are flawless.  I made so many remarkable observations that I just need to chronicle some of my thoughts about the experience I had.

The disappointing cruise for hookers described in that last entry gave way to my renewed interest in researching what has been happening of late in the online underworld of local prostitution circles.

I do maintain a general familiarity with the local websites dedicated to matching prostitute and client and my occasional perusals there have resulted in a narrowed field of interest as far as whose sexual company I might purchase given suitable conditions (proximity, price, ‘spirit’ projected by their online presence, etc.).

The one woman I’ve been most intrigued by in recent months is one whose natural appearance pleases my thoughts to no end, but who simply wouldn’t be everybody’s cup of tea.  Not only that but she continues to get some negative press from other Johns and it seems she is slow to improve her game.  I can’t seem to finesse that particular woman into my life’s path and yet I continue to wish I could shower her with compliments as to her natural uniqueness, specifically that resulting from her mixed race heritage.

Several months ago, in the very same online world, I happened across the photos of an early-20’s black woman whose appearance is just so flawless that I mostly felt myself just stopping by her online ads to tryyyyyyy to imagine my being anywhere near to that impeccable structure.  I can imagine other women sensing her to be ‘ideal’ while at the same time somehow recognizing that they themselves should remain more ‘realistic’ in their own appearance-related goals.

So yeah, this woman is black and completely statuesque, while the first thing one anticipates when thinking about calling her is the intimidating attitude which often comes with someone likely praised quite often for her physical appeal.  I guess it is a fair guess that the effects on personality of that constant praise and socially sought-after status may even be more pronounced in black circles.

While contemplating whether or not to go and see a prostitute I happily browsed through the possibilities and kept trying to include that woman mentioned three paragraphs up in my considerations only to read still more about her inconsistent business practices.  It wasn’t long before I was reading the details and specifics about time spent by others with the black girl I’ve been mentioning here and I suddenly began to let myself imagine/envision going to visit her, or at least attempting to set-up an hour long session.

Soon I sent the young woman a message, and she replied to ask what time I was considering, so I picked a time a few hours away so as not to be in a giant rush to get things together.  The time suited her fine and I arranged to phone her from an area very near to her location, the specifics of which were still unknown to me.

I did indeed anticipate witnessing those mouthwatering body parts I’d seen in such detail via her self-provided advertising photos.  I don’t know that I could fully imagine myself knowing such splendor in intimate fashion but I was pretty sure it would be a special treat if at least I made it to fully-naked status with such a prized beauty.

I’d be lying if I said that thoughts and concerns about environment hadn’t come over me, yet none of the online ‘reviews’ of her ‘dates’ hinted at anything untoward about her among the experiences of others.  I’m somebody who does much better when interacting with a sincere and grounded persona than I do when encountering an assertive and over-confident type.  In this business the former equates to a person who names her price and then really gives herself to the time spent with a client who is willing to pay that price.  Those in it to lure somebody into paying the money up front only to "rip them off" (with no sexual services) are just the sorts who, coincidentally, tend not to have the personalities most suitable to me.

So maybe there is more to the fact that I’ve not been ripped-off by a prostitute in what seems like decades.  Maybe the sincerity I like to sense in their demeanor before they climb into my car is a factor which equates to far fewer ripoffs.

So, I spoke on the phone briefly to the working girl who then guided me toward her medium-class motel dwelling.  She phoned again as I sat fumbling in the parking lot, perhaps concerned that I might be one of those having second thoughts about seeing her.

Instead I assured her that I’d just arrived there, and that I was ready to meet her.  She gave me her room number at that point and directed me as to which direction to walk. 

I immediately felt a strong vibe of comfort upon her having opened the door wearing only panties and a bra-like garment.  She spontaneously reached to hug me and it was then that I observed how relatively slender she was as compared to very detailed and graphic online pictures of her taken from every intimate angle.

We talked comfortably and confidently with neither side ever having cause to hesitate even slightly.  Her vocabulary impressed me from the start and I was delighted that she was so unlike many others plying this trade.  She spoke of having recently moved to another town only to spend way too much money there before returning to my local area to ‘work’ her way back (and perhaps out of debt).

The young woman’s mind is well-adjusted to her role as a prostitute, and she’s quite matter-of-fact about her physical blessings and the ‘natural’ that is her sharing them with others for a fee. 

Soon she surprised me a bit by asking that I use the provided mouthwash in preparation for what would be KISSING during our time together.  So around the corner I went to what was indeed a large bottle of mouthwash and disposable cups.  Soon I was back on the bed, and getting quite comfortable with the young woman, perhaps in her early 20’s.  (I so very seldom get to kiss anybody, so this form of intimacy with a 20-something dream girl who certainly wasn’t passive in the matter, was invigorating to the core)

She first initiated me to the most pillowy-soft lips I might ever imagine kissing, and this young woman went at it as if ‘customer service’ was her only inspiration.  I could barely believe that I was being allowed to kiss such lips, and that the woman in my arms was so young and so willing.

Soon I stopped to untie my shoes, as I knew that I wanted to expedite the progression of our time together.   She in turn was quick to remove her panties, and then off came the bra to reveal the pair of incredible breasts I’d seen in many photos.  The shape of the woman’s breasts just defies nature and yet they are remarkably soft to the touch and very tender to the tongue. 

At 5′ 7" and 125 pounds she cannot be called "petite", but her frame is remarkably ‘slight’ when seen in person and in contrast to the impressive curves highlighted in many oh-so-up-close photographs.  Those curves and that firmness are still there in full force, and it was great fun to trace my hands along every square inch of her terrain as if to sea

rch for some tiny imperfection.

So difficult to believe that I was fully engulfed in such an optimum representation of feminine beauty and even better yet that we were kissing as if I were some Adonis.  My arms held her tightly as we kissed and kissed and it wasn’t long before I was nursing at what are perhaps the most exceptionally shaped breasts I’ve ever encountered.  They are perhaps solid handfuls and a bit more, but with their firmness extremely evident and affixed to a woman whose slight-seeming torso is considerably blessed by their size.

The woman’s dark mocha-colored legs are flawless to the eye and touch and even her… uh… nether regions were optimized to my tastes.  Why she was even in the process of letting the hair on her pussy grow out a bit, which didn’t bother me at all!

It wasn’t too long before she was on her back on the bed while I remained stunned by her physical beauty.  Soon my knees hit the floor as my arms parted her soft and smooth legs as I made a beeline toward what I really wanted.  She was plenty responsive to my tongue and her natural reactions in all ways made pleasuring her quite the satisfying experience for me as well.  When surfacing for air I took the opportunity to enjoy the color contrasts provided by the bright pink marvel just inside of her before continuing to indulge myself in the darker-on-dark combination that was her impressive labia.  One vision which remains in my mind is that of my having gazed up toward her face as she moaned ever so softly in response to my tongue, and at that point feeling my thoughts hesitate at the sight of her soft-yet-firm breasts having maintained such remarkable form despite her lying flat.  (these weren’t the bullet-like shapes known almost always to augmented breasts – they instead represented a youthful firmness perhaps furthered by her heritage in some way)

The combination of all of those top-notch visuals and her remarkable comfort at my full enjoyment of them made for quite the joyful experience.  To no great surprise I was soon wanting that unreal-seeming woman’s form on top of me.  She seamlessly reached for and applied a condom and then warmed me up for the main event with experienced lips…

Soon the woman was straddling me as I lie on the bed and she then reached to guide me into her waiting tunnel.  I continued to be comforted to no end by the kissing, and by her attitude of complete willingness despite her working with a body the likes of which I’ve probably never witnessed in person. 

It was a grand feeling to be fucking such a human ideal and yet the full impact of my experiences with her wasn’t known until later.

I’d been aware of time the whole way, and had a silly notion that I might be good for a 2nd round within my 60 minutes of time/company purchased.  In some ways it wouldn’t have mattered what I was doing in naked company with such a physically ideal-seeming companion, and yet I focused a little on becoming aroused again and getting-off in some way. 

Well toward that end her kisses worked wonders as I continued to be in awe of such beautiful lips seeming so eager to kiss me.  Soon her hand found my manhood, and she did her very best to augment my building arousal.  I had visions of maybe getting-off between her wonderous breasts but in practice that seemed rather awkward.  Finally I pulled her chest close to mine as we resumed kissing while she accommodated my arousal with her hand.  That was plenty suitable to me and my young companion didn’t let-up until the mission was accomplished.

We cleaned-up, got dressed, and talked for a while.  It was then that I mentioned all of the stereotypes and expectations which might be the only thing holding her back.  She was so sincere during that conversation, and at some point at the beginning of our session I laughingly said that I wasn’t certain that actually experiencing her sexual wonders would be quite as grand as writing/telling about them online later.  To that she responded:  "oh, you’re gonna do a review?"

We were in agreement that she already had pleeeeeeeeenty of reviews online, each telling of her services and sexual appeal as known to a different observer.

Very early on the wheels in my mind had been churning with regard to how I might be able to present a different spin on what is clearly a collection of some of the finer female body parts assembled on one being.  When I got home, I looked back on the same photos of her which are constantly so lust-worthy and it became more clear to me that those pictures weren’t conveying much of anything about the woman’s perfectly delightful and accommodating personality.

When the uninitiated look at her photos they are seeing what appears an ideal physical specimen who seems both far-away in terms of the improbability of her beauty, and far-away in terms of seeming to have a personality that would allow full appreciation of those exceptional physical traits.  One imagines, at best, mechanical ‘fucking’ in hurried fashion with nary a hint of feminine vulnerability shared along with the purchased permission to traverse such superstructure.

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Time out here to observe for female readers, that while this woman’s physical form was as near to optimal as I could ever hope to know, there are elements about her, even when talking ‘ideals’, which at times take a back seat to many of your own attributes.

FOR EXAMPLE:   While it was purely sensational to have her chocolate mocha skin draped on top of me as we fucked, and while her firm ass was impressive, it would have been even more pleasurable to be gripping some of your fuller figures, with more prominent hips.   (yet I know that hers is the look toward which you would strive, if you could…   mostly because you too were caused long ago to see what she has as being "ideal" somehow)

I also came to be reminded of just how little physical appearance really matters relative to so many other human attributes.  Had this woman not had a simply SHOCKINGLY wonderful disposition to go with so many of God’s gifts served up together in one spot, she wouldn’t have been anything near to the breathtaking experience I knew.

Furthermore, had I not initially had the unique opportunity to survey and survey this woman’s fetching photos only to first deem them worthy of such high praise, then their significance when merely banging a young twenty-something would have been greatly diminished.

So I just can’t find the right words to assure most of you that where you ARE is good enough, appearance-wise, and that you would more greatly improve yourself by resolving not to stress over it, than you ever could by following that strict diet/fitness regimen you envision for yourself.

The society around us NEEDS the variety represented by that young working girl’s beauty, and by the looks of the variou

s individuals in your building or on your block.  Those contributions to the variety in all humans just make each of us better as a result.

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SO, we get cleaned-up…  dressed…   and we chat for a bit… and she positions herself so as not to expose bare cheeks to potential passers-by as I open the door.  She sees me off with a hug and I am just charmed by the spirit of the young woman I’ve just met.

Indeed I get home with more and more ideas about how best to present my experience for online consumption, and I consider how I can somehow assist/reward her for being such a healthy breath of fresh air.

The next day I organize my thoughts and soon begin to put words to internet.   I direct my efforts toward those who, like me, can clearly see the vast societal appeal to the young black woman’s physical charms, and who, for various reasons, won’t bring themselves to adjust their ‘read’/guess at her personality to allow for the chance that she’d be a great companion.  By the time I was finished I was quite optimistic about my efforts, and I lined everything up to even look tasteful in terms of format.

Not terribly long after I posted the review, somebody came along and said it was a "masterpiece"… and a couple of others echoed that same sort of a sentiment.  The next day the young woman herself came along to thank me for having presented her in a whole new light.

Soon after that, the very same young beauty linked my review to her new online ad and she did so with the expectation that it might/could adjust numerous perceptions about her.  I think my written effort really did make a profoundly positive impression on someone whose own sincerity assures that she deserves the little boost.

The photos she uses in her prostitution ads are exceptional in the area of conveying with great clarity the extreme allure of her prized physical traits yet they just give-off an unfortunate vibe of aloofness, as well as a ‘troubled’ vibe.

Troubled or not this woman is so genuine and sincere in person that she deserves to know all of the business traffic that she could want or handle.

Sexually experiencing the likes of her was in some ways a pinnacle of something, yet it remains clear to me that much greater heights can be experienced merely for first having invested yourself in a partner.  It was really interesting to experience what were seven wonders of the sexual world but doing so merely reassured me that true ‘ideals’ are much nearer to all of us than we tend to let ourselves believe.

(another ‘new’ entry back one, FYI )