Spent hours looking for an ideal working girl

Convinced myself to cruise the strip two nights ago and when I got a pretty late start I should have known that the task would be daunting. First area of interest was a fairly new-to-me environment which hasn’t exactly yielded any successful ‘matings’ for me to date. Complicating matters further is that the cruising area is one in which johns can be sitting ducks for law enforcement on hooker patrol. Several blocks of a flat, open area with few trees give law enforcement the opportunity to cover a wide area with just one or two patrol cars stationed well away from the action.

I passed through that area a number of times while cutting wide swaths around the red light district so as not to seem to circle and circle too often. It was a chilly, dark night and after 11:00pm when I set out, and when that first area didn’t seem to be yielding much of anything I willingly moved on to more familiar grounds. (the only thing I recall seeing in that first area was a police car stopped in front of a working girl whose position I made mental note of for a future pass-by – alas she was soon gone)

Then I drove to a more modern, lived-in area with a highway along which ladies of the evening can be seen plying their trade. I’ve read many references to who can be found by what landmark along this highway but for not knowing the territory intimately I don’t have a great command of how far to travel in either direction or of just who to look for in which certain spot there. Working girls were more plentiful in this 2nd area I tried and I locked eyes several times with flesh-peddlers who would have indeed been interesting company. Still I wasn’t quite inspired to park the car and approach on foot and whenever a young lass threatened to draw my attention she was quickly scooped up by somebody else.

At one point I did indeed see a real-seeming female form standing on a dark corner. First I circled her a couple of times and then parked a couple of blocks away to stow my wallet and other valuables so as not to risk being the victim of theft. Before long I got out and walked toward where I’d seen the woman only to find that she’d apparently been picked-up by somebody else – somebody far more spontaneous than I tend to be.

The theme of this night was undoubtedly "skinny", and it started early on and held its own all through the evening. Back in the car and up and down the highway again and on one corner stood a younger, innocent-seeming woman who was clearly working her spot on the strip. Around the corner there was an older woman at a bus stop seeming to be hitch-hiking and who would no doubt let those who picked her up know that she could be fucked for a price (and I’m guessing it wasn’t much either).

As had been the case earlier, when I looped around the block a 2nd or 3rd time the girl of my interest was gone. Soon after that I saw the exceptional silhouette of a woman taking off her sweater who was back-lit wonderfully by a brightly-lit advertisement. Alas this young woman was waiting for a bus. Another bus stop featured a woman making the deliberate looks exchanged only by working girl and john. It took me a while to get my nerve up to park at a nearby convenience store and approach this one on foot. Once I developed a game plan that way it was just my luck that the woman hopped on a bus and left the area.

Soon my head was nodding from exhaustion and I stopped for gas, caffeine, and a potty break. Somewhat refreshed I climbed back into the car and decided to head to other pastures where perhaps somebody interesting might be waiting for a ‘date’ just like me.

Then it was back to my favorite stomping grounds and the streets which have no doubt yielded most of the women I’ve ever fucked. I know the area. I know the traffic lights, and the general flow of traffic, and I generally know the distance parameters which represent how far in any direction a working prostitute is likely to stroll.

As it was a chilly evening, there weren’t too many women out selling sex, and what I did see were those whose drug problems were more prominent than anything lust-inducing about them. One familiar path of perhaps a half-mile certainly yielded its share of willing women but far, far too many of them were content to stand in the shadows as a way to camoflage their drug-impacted exteriors. I kept driving around and around, seeing many options… there was a big-busted blond in a white dress sitting on an odd chair that somebody had set up in an odd-seeming spot. I don’t think that woman had an ounce of "slow down" in her. She probably would have been a very fast fuck and not much else.

Some of my favorite corners and streets were bare of working girls and this was a disappointment as well as a frustration. I soon adjusted to making wider circles and checking out adjacent areas for sex providers. Each time I became more than mildly intrigued I would do closer inspection only to have my excitement dashed by unacceptable behavior on the woman’s part.

At times there would be two women working quite near to one another and if one had the goods and the allure, the other was always crowding up the street corner making it less likely that I would slow down for a slow pass-by. It seemed I circled every hooker out there in my main target area and the ones I most desired were the ones I never got.

By then it was reeeeeeeeeeeally late, and I’d just about lost faith in my usual area, so once again I found myself trudging to the secondary area, going the several miles between districts to get there. I began to resign myself to the chance that I just wasn’t going to find anyone suitable, even on a night when I had surely driven past more than 100 hookers of any sort.

Even at the late hour I still passed the occasional woman of interest back in this other red light district yet none of them inspired me to park the car and get out for closer inspection before they got picked-up by somebody else. By this hour, many of the working girls resign themselves to one last trick before calling it an evening and hoping to get the last guy to drive them home (so I couldn’t make note of the time and expect them back in 20 or 30 minutes).

Standing in front of a late night fast-food restaurant were a pair of young women who seemed very attractive but whose physiques were considerably thin. In this case they didn’t seem like drug-addled women but their natural figures just weren’t flattered by the "skinny jeans" they seemed to fancy. Being extra tall, they weren’t exactly flattered completely by the skinny jeans. Now at a dance club or the like perhaps these were the women with whom a man would want to be seen but in this scenario, when a guy knows he’s going to get to fuck them, perhaps he wants a woman who has a solid torso just meant for such a thing.

I kept negotiating one last, wide swath of this area while always hoping to find somebody with just the right combination of mental sharpness, sexual allure, and perhaps an air of innocence about her. I kept seeing girls for whom this was such a nightly ritual that I was guessing they were going to be something of a ripoff even if I had been satisfied in picking them up. Those people are different based on the long, mid-thigh "hooker boots" and the other pricey-seeming accessories they like to carry. Too much make-up, and an unnat

ural vibe about them.

Perhaps had the prominent skinny girls had a bit of "realness" about them and not been part of the too-done-up crowd, maybe they would have been good to go. By contrast, had elements of the too-done-up crowd had solid size to their torso’s then I could have been inspired that way too. But everyone was just super thin on this night.

So I was striking out in that area too, for a second time during the now 4-ish hours I’d been out. Figuring that my original and favorite stomping grounds would likely yield the last possibilities of the late night, I decided to trudge back there for one final, desperate attempt at finding somebody to fuck in my car.

The ranks had surely thinned considerably since my last swath through the area but there were still johns circling and occasional ‘morsels’ to be located. Indeed there were plenty of candidates in the areas most likely to be host to all-out druggies, and while some of them might have been somehow worth settling for if alone, cheap, and without risk (disease-wise or police-wise), they were invariably working two to a corner and making a dire situation even more troublesome.

But I kept circling, and the circles were getting smaller now, not because I had ideas, but because the perimeters of the ‘live’ area at this hour of the morning had shrunk considerably. I noticed one woman at a bus stop and circled 3 or 4 times but upon closest inspection she wasn’t quite what I had in mind.

Soon I saw a fairly young woman walking while alternately giving "the look" to passing motorists, and the walking part is a general good sign as it assures they aren’t too far gone to maintain their balance, especially when going a quick pace. Furthermore, anybody doing a police sting would never be walking deliberately (beyond pacing up and down the same small ‘strip’) for fear of out-distancing their coverage area.

So I saw this girl walking… and seeming as though she was eventually headed home over a long distance of ground. Each passing loop around her further suggested that her derriere was a fun-seeming and substantial package on what was a fairly petite frame. She seemed pretty good contrast to the nightly theme mentioned earlier. So I kept circling as she walked… and I know the roads well so it wasn’t very difficult. Did have to dodge a police car here and there, and of course there would be a middle-aged guy pushing a grocery cart filled with aluminum cans in one lane of traffic, to draw police attention not far from the girl I was chasing.

Eventually I drove ahead and parked on a back street a block or two ahead of the girl before venturing away from the warmth of my car and out toward the main drag to get an up-close and personal sense of her.

Imagine my disappointment when her face was clearly peppered with the evidence of considerable drug usage and she wasn’t displaying poise and confidence that would have been much more suitable in the moment (darn, didn’t get to know the feel of that butt!). I did engage her in conversation for a moment, and paused there briefly as the angel and the devil on alternate shoulders of mine had a discussion. Alas I stuck to my standards and let the girl walk off.

Directly across the street at the time and a block away from the grocery cart filled with cans was another woman I’d not noticed before. As I was already on foot it was easy to walk over there and investigate her further without first needing to circle her countless times in the car.

She seemed coherent (a greater triumph than you might think at times) and it had been clear from afar that she had a full-sized torso in drastic contrast to so many others out that night. This was a woman of something near to 40 who fessed up to ‘only’ smoking weed and not doing the harder drugs. I’ve known many younger, more attractive weed smokers who were far more affected by their drug than was this woman. She appeared sincere enough, and given the time of night and the remaining alternatives out there it surely wasn’t a bad move to invite her back to my car.

We got in, cranked up the heat, and drove off into the night in search of a residential neighborhood into which we could just blend. We found a darkened spot on a seldom-traveled street and parked before turning off the lights. The woman wanted $70 for oral sex and a lay and I gladly obliged.

As usual my interest turned to wanting to warm up by nursing at her bosom, and my goodness was I surprised when she unveiled full-sized D cup breasts that were maintaining altitude pretty well for a 40-ish-year-old woman. My companion was very willing to offer those babies up and I took the opportunity to suckle each in turn. Soon she was leaning across the seat and unbuckling my pants as I continued to fondle her inviting bosom.

Soon I was fully aroused as the result of her agreeable mouth and tongue and then, after fumbling with my shoes and with vaulting into the passenger seat, I found a workable position as she lay back in the seat while I knelt on the floorboards at her feet.

We further arranged ourselves and she guided my arousal into her waiting love canal. I wasn’t going to take very long and I just enjoyed going through the motions so late at night after hours of searching for a suitable companion. As I felt my climax nearing I moved my hands to clutch either of her ample hips as she sensed my increased urgency and wrapped arms and legs around my eager body. Soon I’d passed the point of no return and was happily cumming into the condom which separated us.

Before dropping her off at a friend’s house we stopped at an all-night store so that she could buy some cigarettes. Once I let her off it was time to drive home for a much needed rest.

This has been the mindset of a john, in 2011.