Two women on same day = OFF BUCKET LIST

For most of a year I’ve had what seem like four local online prostitutes in my primary (and undocumented) people-to-see list. I didn’t even have a true number until needing to list their names and phone numbers for potential use. There has been one young woman (1992 vintage) at the top of the list for a brief while since she returned to the local scene after spending half of 2012 elsewhere. She’s the one I attempted to see a couple of entries ago, who was kinda flaky in her communication (but I’d endure a little more of same to partake in all that!).

With priorities being what they are, I first messaged two or three of them online in order to have that quasi-authentication there for reference in the event that I contacted an individual by phone (this way they could know I was an online regular at the prostitution clearinghouse (LOL), vs. a potential officer of the law or some guy who had cause for not wanting an electronic trail to his identity.

Of course the primary interest was somebody I messaged a day or two early, whose response was merely "call me when you’re ready". I drove to an area near her location and texted, yet I wasn’t surprised when I garnered no response (admittedly well into the late evening). So then I drove to another area, where one of my other significant hooker interests last had a motel room to use as her "incall" location. Texted her, and once again there was no response. (of course these women could be in a session with another guy, and it would make perfect sense if that were the case).

Moving down the list, I texted the next young woman there, who also lists 1992 as her birth year. She responded quickly to assure that she was free and available, with the catch being that she was perhaps 45 minutes away from me. With one on the hook, so to speak, I commenced the drive, with my mind happily occupied by the presence of the young woman’s sharp-minded and witty banter on the internet, helping to create my personal image of her.

Upon arrival in the general area I phoned for specific directions and then went to purchase snacks for us, in part to keep me awake as by then it was after midnight.

I drove to the inexpensive chain motel and began to look around for her room number. I was comfortable to learn that her room was far from the motel’s office or any likely commotion among the denizens at the establishment. Soon I was knocking at the door, which was answered by a sub-five-foot woman with wig-like hair extensions framing her attractive young face.

I’d known all along that her ample D-cup bosom was central to her appeal to the general population so it was interesting to take stock of how reasonably shrouded her figure was by a blue pull-over hoodie. We talked comfortably given so much material provided by the online prostitution clearinghouse with which we are both familiar. Our own previous exchanges had been positive and non-adversarial, so that, too, was cause for shared comfort.

The girl took plenty of time before we got comfortable together but eventually we parted with our clothes and she unveiled the full of those overwhelming breasts, which certainly weren’t disappointing. Before our time together ended I gained the sense that this is a woman who is sort of lonely, and who is effectively crying-out for someone to talk with. She basically lives in that hotel room, which was quite a mess, but she reports that the proprietors of the local motel franchise are quite tolerant of the working girls housed there. Once in a while somebody in the way of a legitimate motel guest will complain about "traffic" to and from somebody’s hotel room, and at that point the staff will likely contact the working girl and inform them of the complaint, which causes the girl to usually reduce her appointment load for the next day or two.

So I spent some time really enjoying the full curves of this 4′ 11" dynamo whose real name I’d unearthed many months earlier. This young woman charges a considerably lower rate than is the local norm, however there are numerous "menu items" which she doesn’t offer, so she prices her time with that factor taken into consideration.

Indeed I’d have loved to ‘Dine at her Y" ("DATY")… but sadly that is one of those no-no’s which she saves for real-life lovers. The same woman has recently written about dating somebody in her real life, but I learned exclusively that he has been an on-again, off-again guy of many years. This being a young man who is fully aware of her occupation and has experienced the realm of all that comes with it.

So it wasn’t long before this easy-going companion reached for a condom and administered it onto me. She seemed rather instinctive when suddenly lifting her head from my manhood and then straddling me before guiding me inside. I drew her soft and curvy form to my body and enjoyed her kisses about my lower neck. The unreal-seeming hair tended to land in my face during what was a lengthy enough and pleasurable fuck. It seemed to take me a while to build toward a climax – perhaps because I was tired, and possibly because I’d not been at the height of arousal at such time as when I penetrated her.

The pleasure was all mine as I enveloped myself with her curves and it was only later that I saw her standing-up, and marveled at how very well she filled just 4′ 11" without the challenges known to some whose height is outside average range. Soon I built toward climax, and I enjoyed myself a great deal as she facilitated my arrival up and over the top, which was entirely pleasant.

Soon I cleaned myself up, and the girl kept my interest with further conversation about how irksome as a group the men of the prostitution clearinghouse tend to be. I really can’t believe the unforgiving nature of some of the unending harsh male critiques, and I am so challenged to understand how some of those women maintain any composure at all considering…

I was enjoying her conversation and we were energetic in trading thoughts back and forth. Soon I took interest in a second, back-to-back session, but alas she had to admit that she was now out of condoms! (FYI – that’s probably a general no-no that some of those ‘tricks’ would complain about online, but I recognize it as a fact of hooker life, that sooner or later the end happens [both of the condom supply, and of one’s hooker career])

Had I been a horny teenage buck instead of an older male who just enjoys tender human touch I’d have been out the door in a hurry and back in a flash after a second trip to the convenience store. I might have gone, also, had I not just been to that same store – even though I’d never been there before in my life, I still felt more self-conscious about encountering the same night clerk once again.

Indeed there was another late night gas station down the street, but I sensed that my interest in fucking the young woman again was sliiiiiiiiightly less than my dis-interest in racing down to the gas station and back, interrupting the mood in the process.

The woman cuddled her naked, voluptuous body under the covers as we continued to talk for what turned into hours well after midnight. On occasion I reached toward her naked form, usually while making an especially emphatic point. All that and I s

till couldn’t talk  myself into bolting for the gas station for more condoms.

The fee for her time usually runs $150 an hour after 9pm but she’d been running a ‘special’ (surely for Christmas cash) about which she graciously informed me as I paid. I told her we could split the difference and that she could have a bit more than her present, special rate.

Eventually I drove off through the night toward  home.

Which brings me to the next day… on which I still had as my favorite target of interest the 1992 vintage girl from a couple of entries ago. Naturally she had been inactive online for a couple of days, and highly unlikely to be selling her sexual wares so near to the holidays (so I figured). I did text her again but there was no response, as expected.

Then I texted another long-time interest I’ve yet to meet, and she responded: "can we schedule something after the holidays?" (this one being still another who has made her real name & identity far too easy to obtain)

So that drove me back to the online prostitution website, and toward scanning the ads minted fresh on that day. It was there that a name popped-up and caused me to recall just how drawn to the woman’s appearance I’d once been. Indeed I was able to unearth an e-mail I’d send to the same person more than 2 years ago which had me suggesting that she wasn’t best flattering her impressive feminine physique to draw maximum response.

Her new ad told of "new photos" to go with, and to my disappointment (and mild amusement) they were the same sub-par, blurry, and poorly angled shots which do little more than to establish her as a thin and likely attractive woman of 5′ 9". This woman has quite a local history in that she eventually admitted to having begun in the local prostitution ranks many months prior to her 18th birthday – which isn’t so immoral on her side, but it threatens the serious criminal standing of any John who purchases her services.  The woman once wrote of herself that she was "young, dumb, and full of cum", later suggesting that she had ascended to being just "young and full of cum".

At some point she began anew and fessed-up to past sins before embarking on her adult life as a prostitute. Eventually she drew a decent enough following and was able to atone for past sins in the eyes of the local male sinners. Personally, I don’t hold it against a young woman for trying her hand at prostitution before age 18, yet I’m quite certain that I’d draw my own line if ever given cause to know a would-be companion of mine was under 18.

This young woman, now 22, has long featured a truly remarkable and sought-after torso featuring healthy-sized feminine hips and a flat and narrow waist which give her ‘THE look’ to connoisseurs of the middle part of the female form.

My e-mail of two years earlier was merely to point out to her that most of her photos did nothing toward highlighting that aspect of her beauty, even though male minds are said to be instinctively drawn to that very attribute. She did reply to that old e-mail, very briefly, and in appreciation of my compliments. I’d just never met her.

All of that changed… as suddenly my mind flashed to how much prior ‘value’ I’d sensed/put in that woman’s fine form, and to how great it might feel to witness her curves in person. So with that I was off, after committing to an appointment with her. First stop was a store where I could find a camera card to possibly give to her if the opportunity arose. My idea having been that, instead of those sub-par cell phone pictures she tended to use, I could maybe take a few pictures with a digital camera brought along for that purpose, and give her the card on which she could store them.

I’d printed a copy of the old e-mail, intending to hand it to her, but the e-mail must’ve fallen out of my hand enroute to her place.

I phoned for final directions upon arrival in her neighborhood, and she guided me right to her "sketchy" (in her word) apartment. She greeted me wearing a brief, lacy outfit and with a generous hug. I put the fee on a countertop and she quickly guided me to a back bedroom. Small talk was fairly brief, and before I could even think about taking my clothes off she’d already offered me a nice visual helping of her soft pussy. After removing just my shirt the woman coaxed me to her beckoning loins where I planted my face into the most inviting terrain. I went at her that way for quite some time, never even letting up to say so much as a word. I don’t honestly know whether she orgasmed completely (wish I knew!) but I’m certain that she was very close more times than one.

Soon she reached for a condom (as had the other woman not 18 hours prior) and applied it before going to town with her mouth. She at one point said: "what can I do to make you hard?" (I think I was only semi-responsive because of our having jumped so quickly from greetings to oral-on-her)

I responded: how about we just cuddle??

So I drew her lean form toward me in a ‘spooning’ position… and I then proceeded to run my hands about the to-die-for hips I’d previously only seen in too few of her pictures. I can still feel the special, natural firmness right there in such an appealing, yet not particularly ‘sexual’ spot just below her waist. A woman lying on her side often accents the impressive curve of her hips and this was just such a case, only maximized by her already exceptional form.

To some surprise, the 22yo prostitute reached down and drew the tip of my cock toward her waiting pussy and guided me inside right then and like that. My intrigue deepened considerably as I began to enjoy the wonders of her particular body in this particular position. I could run my hands right along those hips I’d admired in usually-blurry form from afar as I thrusted. Not only that but I didn’t have to expend energy holding myself up, and she was all too willing to avail her pussy to my interests by presenting herself especially near to me.

My enjoyment was gradual at first, and then it found a steady stride for what seemed a considerable amount of time, only to have it become even better when I seemed to involuntarily thrust as hard as I’m ever known to do while rising toward climax. The prostitute, having been through this routine countless times before, compliantly offered her beautiful body to my enjoyment and matched my rhythm and intensity at every move.

I found myself rather stunned that a sexual position I’d never tried was so very much a turn-on. Her pretty little A-cup breasts were within easy reach, and the firmness of her torso enhanced my pleasure to no end. Soon I came in thunderous fashion into the condom which separated us and my companion lingered mercifully as I ran through the full of my climax. She then reached tenderly for the condom as she effected my withdrawal before heading toward the bathroom to get me a towel for clean-up.

My many reminders during our short time together surely had her convinced of the exceptional appeal to her torso, and it wasn’t then difficult to suggest that her pictures just didn’t convey the message entirely.

I then made it clear that I had both a camera and a new camera card I could give to he

r if she had interest in having me take some sharp and appealing shots. Before long I was in my underwear as she posed without make-up (or at least without whatever amount of make-up she would have preferred for such a shoot) while I took dozens of various photos of her.   At one point the 22yo woman glanced down and said:  "I can see you’re enjoying this".   (my enjoyment was more sincere [and in ways non-sexual] than most can appreciate, oddly enough)

We unabashedly sought to emphasize the full appeal of her gorgeous hips while emphasizing the impressive curves from waist to hip. I was so pleased at this opportunity, and noticed among my shortcomings the inability or lack of familiarity with inspiring my model with continuous rave compliments about her form. I found myself instinctively ‘going there’ a time or two, but then stopped and interrupted the air with laughter over my possible unsuitability for that personality.

Yet it was so fun to afford her a chance to share some sharp images which should place the accent right upon the spots which might tend to be her best selling points.

She tells of soon moving away from town, and likely half a continent away to work in prostitution in another large city for a while before moving a 3rd time back to the city in which she grew up (not here).

I am guessing that her life story is quite interesting, and that the details would be somewhat devilish indeed. A one-time 17yo prostitute who is still in it and reasonably near to thriving (prostitution-wise) at age 22 has surely lived and seen a lot more than have most 22yo women. Add to it that she became a mother (by a then-boyfriend) a couple of years ago.

I’m eager to see some of the photos I took land in her online ads somewhere. Upon conclusion of the impromptu photo session I gave her the camera card with all of the pictures on it, for use as she chooses. At any rate, hopefully some of the shots will share the impressive expanse of her enjoyable hips.

Two different women in less than 18 hours.

Happy holidays indeed!