Finally copulated with the 1992 vintage beauty!

Last month I was considerably disappointed by a young prostitute, as documented here, but her photos and general presence assured that this was somebody I thought I wanted to meet.

During the past month I became even more enamored of her attractive ad photos and the playful spirit suggested by same.  Anticipating a convenient day and time on which I could likely get to her suburb, I contacted the young latina miss to see if a session with her would be possible.  In the weeks since my last attempt the girl and I have teamed up informally to underscore some of her finer appeal at the shared online message board.  It is my guess that she became further confident that I would be a respectful and OK client.

Interestingly all of my past sexual conquests have now reached the point of their 21st birthdays (many 41st too, I’m sure) with the lone exception having been the latina beauty I met the other day.  I simply admired from start to finish the way she shares herself with the local sex industry.

First, some background on her.  The young woman was born in 1992 as the middle child of 5.  The point of her 18th birthday passed with her a virgin and a self-described tomboy – a pretty one at that.  Soon she evolved to have intercourse in her personal life with initially one, and then a second guy, and I sense that her "personal life" only numbers those two notches on her lipstick case.  At age 19 the young woman moved two states from her home, showing the seeming independence often connected to middle siblings.  It wasn’t long after her arrival locally that she took to the online avenues through which she could offer herself as a prostitute.  I recall that the young woman took the local arena by seeming storm as she was highly praised and desired upon her arrival.

Some months passed (with my eye on her way back then – a year ago) and the latina, for reasons I don’t know, moved back to her home state for a while.  Suddenly, early in the fall of 2012, she was back on the local scene, and apparently slightly bolder in her self-promotion as a prostitute.

Well I kept admiring and admiring her, and gleaning a sense for how she did business, and seemingly nothing was askew in the whole glorious presentation.

Most of the young woman’s sessions are conducted at her actual residence, and she places a mattress and sheet in the center of her front room for this purpose.  She’s the girl who could live at your complex, perhaps while hoping the numbers of visitors she sees don’t draw your attention.

Our text/phone connection was steady and useful leading up to my session, and she boldly offered her address well in advance of my reaching the area.  Soon I found myself in a maze of apartment buildings but then I phoned her for specifics and it turns out she lives very near to the entrance, off the main arterial street.

I parked, and confidently knocked at her door, and was greeted there by the same, instant sweetness I’d sensed to be her reputation on the internet.  This is a petite beauty whose anatomical features draw me in from every angle and the seeming perma-tan makes for a nice backdrop to her many wonders.

Unlike so many, I forked over the cash and let her count it and then even remove it to another room, hinting that I was very much at-ease and inspiring her to become more comfortable as well.  Upon her return she sat with me on the couch, then gave me a hug as we shared a lingering embrace.  We exchanged small talk about the industry, and about how demanding and disrespectful so many of the clients tend to be.  Soon she motioned me to the mattress where I wrapped my arms around her still-fully-clothed frame and began to kiss and enjoy her gentle vibes.  I had requested that she might skip make-up for our session, given my strong perception that she is far more attractive than she likely sees herself to be.  She looked fantastic even without the make-up so often prominent in her ad photos.

I just can’t say enough about how well the young woman avails herself to this occupation but I could read the authenticity in her from a mile away.

Soon our clothed embrace gave way to her asking if I was ready for her to take her top off, and indeed I was.  It becomes quite clear to me that my realities and my words match up quite well when I say that breast size means very little to me.  This woman sports smallish breasts adorned by what are the most admirable areolas I’ve seen in some time.  The color scheme of her entire body had me melting with admiration and the gentle comfort promoted by everything she was about was relaxing in every sense of the word.

I nuzzled and nursed at her beckoning breasts and soon enjoyed still more gentle kisses with this willing-for-the-price participant.  In terms of price, this girl does a good job of moving her pricing scale up and down to bring instant revenue as needed.  (The contrast to which is women who steadfastly maintain their $200/hr rate no matter the situation.  Neither is wrong.)

All the while I’d been slowly removing some of my own clothes and before long I’d moved down her body with only a small pair of pink panties between my eyes and her eagerly anticipated pussy.  I’d been expecting a bit of a furry presence there based on recent, intimate photos dominated by her jet black hair.  Instead I slowly slid down her panties to reveal only bare skin and beautiful naughty bits.  The woman’s outer labia are improbably full and quite protective of the nuggets housed between them and that made for a fairly unique look as I hovered only inches above.  Soon I buried my tongue in her softness and began to instinctively search for the centerpiece to her pleasure.

It was a long, gentle build-up with me relentless in my pursuits as the woman slowly signaled that she was feeling more and more pleasure.  She wasn’t very vocal at all, but only near the end did she finally nudge me away while making mention of how sensitive she was getting.

With a bit of time for recovery, we shared further embrace and additional kissing.  Soon she was asking if I wanted a blowjob, and for that she got up to find a flavored condom in a different room.  Not missing an opportunity, I watched with piqued interest as her foxy, naked form departed and then reappeared, heightening my admiration of her slight-ish hips with each stride.

Soon my companion was going down on me… but that didn’t last for very long as I soon wanted her mounted above me.  She was quick to understand that the timing was right, and with that she perched above me and guided my manhood into her waiting loins.  Indeed her petite frame didn’t quite afford the enhanced effects provided by gravity with most women, but it wasn’t difficult to find various ways to explore her youthful form with my hands as I worked myself toward orgasm.

At times she would make deliberate effort to move her long hair out of our way, and on occasion she would move toward me with beckoning lips.  It wasn’t so very lo

ng before I could feel my satisfaction building up within me… and during the moments immediately after climax the latina lingered, willing to milk me for all I could offer.

Her mere presence, in petite, feminine form was fully enjoyable, and her demeanor was absolutely ideal despite my having made the unwise move of getting my hopes way up prior to meeting this long-time interest.

Soon we got cleaned-up a bit, and resumed our close proximity on the mattress, and it was at this time that the woman made an interesting request.  She paused in surprising fashion, seemingly unable to get the words out, and I did all I could to encourage her to express herself, no matter what it was that she wanted.

Turned out that all she wanted, at that point, was a ride to a nearby coffee shop upon conclusion of our time together.  That seemed rather odd, but I do know that the girl doesn’t drive, and I have come to understand that she hasn’t even toured the city despite her having been stationed in outlying suburbs for something near to 12 months total now.

From start to finish the girl had both the stereo AND the television on, presumably to maybe drown-out any audible evidence of our activities.  Later I came to understand that a "roommate" was present in the back of the abode, and that the latina and I would need to sneak out without drawing the attention of the roommate.  Every bit of my perception feels that the roommate is a female, and one who has previously worked in the business of prostitution.  I also understand that the apartment and related bills are in the latina’s name, so this was not a case of, say, somebody sneaking out on the rent.

It was just, really interesting…

So we drove a few blocks, to a targeted coffee shop, and only upon my asking whether we needed to be stealthful about her getting out of my car, so as not to draw interest from somebody who was supposed to meet her there, did I learn that she’d planned to take a cab to somewhere else.

As told to me, the idea was that she was going to meet a friend, at the friend’s work, before embarking on a brief, few-day visit to/with the friend in a different suburb.  Now maybe the friend did work at the AIRPORT to which the young latina had me drive her, and indeed maybe they were then headed toward the friend’s abode.  It was rather cute, I felt, that the latina had positioned a large suitcase and a smaller bag not far from the front door of her apartment, for easy and stealthful exit upon conclusion of our session.

That is the kind of girl I’d have taken to the moon and back, so I was more than happy to offer the ride to the airport upon hearing that she had planned to take a cab.  I got more time to learn a bit more about her on that journey, and she seemed to trust me moreso than some would trust a first-time client.

I do not know whether I have ever before seen assembled on one woman the number of appealing anatomical attributes to the degree to which hers just beckoned my eyes.  To later see her in street clothes was an additional bonus, and she looked in many ways just like the "tomboy" she described herself to be.

I’ll definitely see her again if indeed the stars align and she stays in my area. 

This session was one of the more pleasing encounters I’ve ever had with a prostitute, and I don’t think there is any connection to the fact that my long ago "favorite prostitute" from the start of this diary was herself a latina.  It is noteworthy, perhaps, that this new latina discovery would have been all of 8 years old when I began this diary.