Streetwalker Reports

[ZaviJava]

Well written report with some laughs in it...

[Dave89]

During that huge rainstorm a couple weeks back, I amused myself by driving my big ol' pickup through puddles and having a blast, like I have been doing for years and years. So of course I got stuff wet and had to spend an hour wringing out spark plugs and polishing the air filter and rotating the hood. Usual "I should have known better" kinda swearing got me through until the motor once again gasped to life and I decided to drive around a while in the hopes that the warm engine made everything dry again. Or at least gave me an excuse to do nothing useful for a couple hours. Around 8 pm I was going north from Sandy out past 148th, and expectedly saw absolutely nothing all the way to 82nd. In the dim recesses of time, legends are told of action out there, but the map should just read "the desolate wastelands" anywhere beyond the Grotto these days.

The 7-11 on Sandy had an early-30's WSW wearing a leather coat and boots. And that's basically it. Reminded me of that video Cher filmed on the battleship, only this gal had long light-brown hair devoid of curls with a face far-cuter than what I normally see in the zone. She was purchasing some of the fine wares inside that establishment while out by the bus shelter an early-20's BSW guy, shirtless and wearing mesh pants pulled down over his frankly-enviable ass (hey, I calls 'them like I sees 'them) while he flipped the long blue curls from his wig around and did a pole dance with more energy than anything one is likely to see in a strip club. He also made blowjob motions at every single car that passed. If nothing else, he's a highly-effective communicator.

Chuckling to myself, I turned south and saw a couple SWs by the tree hotel that I'm positive had some sort of physical description, perhaps even a good one, but all memory of them was immediately purged by the time I passed the bible college where an early-20's gothy Latina gal with long jet-black hair and a long-sleeve, short-skirt, skin-tight little black dress with a deep V-shaped neckline that went all the way to her waist. Two amazingly-perky large breasts fought their way out of confinement on either side while her otherwise-elfin body and mischievous smile nearly caused my car insurance to get much, much more-expensive. She was standing in the shadow a few feet back from the road, at night, dressed in black, but was still shockingly-visible. And clearly working, making eye contact with every car that drove by while primly holding her purse in both hands.

Whatever the daily limit is on my ATM card, it's probably not enough for what I wanted to do right there, but that, combined with being completely drenched in various engine juices and whatever was in that puddle aside from water, made me hesitate before circling back. Of course, by the time I was back on that block, Elvira's Latina kid sister was gone, presumably scooped by the large chrome-covered monstrosity of a parking lot princess truck that I saw make a 73-point turn in my rear view mirror immediately after I drove past.

Sighing and continuing south I saw nothing much aside from a cute curly-haired 40-ish WSW by the church in a huge, sensibly-warm jacket with a knit dress who waved as I passed. At Taboo I saw tons of cars in the parking lot with nobody milling about, which is usually the signal that some intrepid lady is putting on a show or making fantasies come true in the sinema, and that was it. I passed Flavel, where the plausibility of spotting more SWs usually ends, and proceeded to JCB, where we all pretend is where the plausibility ends.

Of course, the next dozen times I was driving, prepared, and presentable. Nothing even remotely in-line with my preferences was spotted, but the thrill is in the hunt!

[Yessirie]

At this point, I just follow this forum for the comedy and the photography.

And the Zavi recon soundtracks. That boy has taste!

[ZaviJava]

Saturday Night:

After a long work week & with my recon desires running in the red. Skipped going out Friday until I had a sure thing scheduled. So, with Dania texting me Saturday morning plans were made to pick her up after work.

Had some time beforehand so did a JCB>82nd>Immigrant Statue>Sunnyside Road look around 6:15 +-.

The first subject of interest seen was at Powell Carl's Jr. wielding a "help" sign was trim & longhaired brunette WSW in wool cap & white with black top above black slacks. As she came even with truck window & "awed" at the damp copilot hanging out the window. I was wildly taken aback by her absolute cuteness & non frippery look along some liquid brown eyes. I fumbled for some cash & my game (SMDHS) as the light turned & impatient douchebag behind me laid on their horn.

Never got a name, only as far as handing her a fiver & mentioning I'd multiple that by 15 (or maybe more though I started low. LOL) for some quality time with her. She seemed a little bewildered but not yet deflected at that proposition. As the horns started up again had no time to find pen & paper so just gave her my business card. I bolted around block to see if she'd got some charbroiled snacks to nothing. She was the poster child for turnip truck picking goodness. Think greener than Bullitt's mustang. Sighs...

The West side of Division>Stark was looking 304ish with a couple out...

An older brunette in red jacket & jeans was walking in across from the storage place at Main for idling sedan. Never got much of her bow view though stern looked tidy enough.

Not anywhere near tidy was the cottage cheese chunky WSW dirty blonde at Madison. Yeech...

Sunny Market phone booth had a cute late twenties blonde perky titted WSW in jeans & ankle boots below short jacket. Came down Holiday & she almost approached then blurted out "does that damn dog shed?" followed by "I get 400.00 on Seeking for fifteen & absolutely no bare, kissing or the like". Since she'd brought the bare subject up I asked "not even for blowjobs". She confirmed but not before telling me you could get HIV from BBBJ & she doesn't even suck dick covered. Not caring enough to refute her stupidity,I just started laughing & left her to her ignorance. She seemed pissed I passed..

As I drove South thought these 304 out there are convinced they can piss on us & call it blessed rain. Yet I guess some out are lapping it up, as on later pass she was getting scooped up & she seemed to stick the landing...

A shame because despite her mewling quim attitude she was definitely cute & fuckable.

Continuing the dirty blonde theme. Murder Street had almost homely chunky WSW all in black showing her prodigious ass. Yeech.

Skipped Upper Sandy due to time & low inspiration...

After picking up our Chinese takeout on lower Sandy. Headed South again & my evenings destiny...

Another seen at Murder Street was a thicker brunette WSW in heels & blue pants hiding under a beach sized umbrella. Hella' meh...

One bulbous BSW in front of the Aaron with vertical striped tights above heels. One look @ her electric blue lip stick & dogs breakfast face. I wish she'd been hiding under an umbrella...

That was all I saw this drizzly evening. Not one PPD SUV or related though near Sunnyside Road area where one OSP & Clackamas had someone pulled over all face on the pavement felony stop like.

I was happy to see my intended wearing slinky knee length black dress & black stockings above low matching heels. Got a glimpse of garter belt as she hopped in & all was right in the world. At least for the evening.

Recon Soundtrack: Grateful Dead San Francisco Civic December 31,1984. First set. One of my favorite Shakedown Streets.

https://archive.org/details/gd84-12-...12-31d1t01.shn

Sunday Afternoon:

After bringing Dan to work this AM, thought I'd reward the copilot with a 1000 acres afternoon hike. Her for being a good pup at job site & myself a chance to investigate the rumored Coho stacking up on Sandy. At worst an opportunity for a good walk to unkink my achy & aging bones.

Taking the long way home 205>Sandy>82nd>Sunnyside road 5:00>5:45 saw one thicker mixed or Blasian at Murder Street in in electric blue tights above bright pink galoshes. More meh yet the pink boots made me laugh. I swear some of these 304 are color blind...

Had to take additional Immigrant statue>82nd loop just to see any & unfortunately "Pink Galoshes" was still the only 304 seen North.

South again had the bublous BSW in striped tights & electric blue lipstick seen Saturday was near Hermiston's favorite locality. Today in short dress showing some shitty leg tats along with her tyrone nearby. Groans...

Deserted all the way to CTC. Perhaps 304 availability improves with darkness yet I'm not really seeing it.

Also, on my limited recon spotted no PPD SUV out.

Did find a fair amount of coho stacked up in some Sandy holes. Word on the rivers drifting some eggs was the ticket so I left spinning rod at home. Drifted eggs only to never see my bobber even twitch until I was blue in face. With one shitty spinner in my pocket tied it on & on casted awkwardly & most definitely amateurishly almost bonked this larger buck I'd been eying & started fast retrieve which pissed him off I guess as he slammed lure within three or four turns. Why the fuck he did is a mystery. I know it wasn't my subtle presentation...

Fought him for a good ten minutes with some Valhalla like jumps until I got him on the bar & with no extra fin disrupted his journey with large rock. Due to his time this far up fresh water river, meat wasn't the brightest red yet good enough to be in my buddy's smoker as I write...

Picked up Dan for a barbecue & movie who unlike the Sandy Coho experiences no lockjaw whatsoever. With the same sort of focus the Terminator had for Sarah Conner she cheerfully drained the remainder of my backup she didn't harvest Saturday night.

Dropped her off at work early for once & headed to gig before the rains start in earnest.

Recon Soundtrack: Grateful Dead San Francisco Civic December 31,1984. Second set.

https://archive.org/details/gd84-12-31.sbd.gorinsky.6395.sbeok.shnf/gd1984-12-31d1t01.shn

Safe recons & life.

[ZaviJava]

Reading, and judiciously editing quoted text, is fundamental.

To Infrequently: Well said & thanks...

And to kraknowsky: Even if I had her digits....No...

[NachoCheese]

Reading, and judiciously editing quoted text, is fundamental.

At this point, I just follow this forum for the comedy and the photography.

[InFrequently]

Seemed surprised I declined her number...

Can you inbox me the number of this blonde in the pictures.

Reading, and judiciously editing quoted text, is fundamental.

[Krakanowsky]

Friday Night:

With my last couple recons barely having all the appeal of watching paint dry, did just that & finished up some work before the rains came. Finished up the day early & thought the copilot & I would check out the state of the avenue. Nothing to lose as I knew Dania was coming over Sunday after work.

Tonight's sunset recon was barely minutes long when I again spotted this haughty & feisty fireplug near Woodstock as I passed. Looking low key yet very fuckable in black & white tartan skirt & braless white spaghetti top above sandals. She'd added some pink to her hair since I'd last seen her.

Now I've seen this one out around & walking in the South a couple times since August +-. All I'd ever got was a noncommittal smile or look yet failed to fully realize she was for rent.

Tonight's instance was far from ambiguous as she wiggled her braless boobs & ass at us as she passed. Caught her at Martins & she hopped in registering some mild surprise at copilot popping up from cab back & me grabbing a handful of her twenty-two years young bulbous boobs. Introduced herself as Mia & started high price wise with some low-key attitude " just how old are you". Laughs...

Along with some bitching about this is really her boyfriend's idea. Yeah of course, it is. I only had one question. Do you like to fuck? Not entirely convincing me of her dedication to dick when she said did. Then borrowing a page from Rammer's playbook told her the mostly unvarnished minimum of what I needed from her. Sensing enough low self-esteem in not only her price & a lurking submissive side, headed to barn with two pops agreed on...

Wouldn't get totally naked for pictures ann/or kiss much. Strike one...

With the cold eye of a lab technician analyzing a bacterial smear under a microscope she eyed my dick before starting an alright BBBJ that only got better as I took control with some dick slaps to her forehead & face. Seemed to like being abused. Getting that less than subtle message she worked harder with more deepthroat & ball licking & an occasional eye contact. Became somewhat irritated at my point of no return when I grabbed the back of her head & coated her throat & gullet with a few days back up. Laughs...

Pulled her plain granny type underwear off for some lower access & licked that previously smell tested pussy until it dribbled some & she put an end to my efforts. Strike two...

As it got to the 2nd round. Mia mentioned I'm the oldest guy she'd ever fucked. Along with some earlier solipsistic snark that counted as strike three...

Yet for some reason that snotty remark got me harder & after dick slapping & spitting on that young slimy quim & while those sweet boobs bounced in mish. Grudge dug her guts out with extra endurance.

Due to her bitchy tendencies, a one & done for me. Seemed surprised I declined her number...

Dropped her off eighty minutes later at the nearest Pick & Pull zombie rv bivouac where Lyle & her got into it some as I left. Made me undecided whose idea it really was. Laughs...

Damage was $80.00 & tipped her $10.00. Also left Lyle a healthy backup tip especially deep in that tight pocket-sized slimy gash.

Recon Soundtrack: John Coltrane Quartet "A Love Supreme". Well at least first ten minutes or so.

Saturday:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ll3CMgiUPuU.

Skipped any & all pussy endeavors due to weather & some serious avenue enveloping ennui. Likely some seasonal affective disorder mixed in my neuroses.

In preparation for Merry & I heading to SF & Hardly Strictly Blue Grass festival Thursday morning changed all fluids on truck. Then cut firewood & kindling for the rest of the day.

Despite both Tori & Galina texting me. The copilot & I were firmly couch locked all evening with a book until the Japan F1 race came on.

Sunday Afternoon:

After a Tabor walk the damp copilot & I did a quick Division>82nd>Immigrant Statue>Sunnyside Road recon at 5:15 before picking Dan up at 6:00.

Not that I was expecting much. Nothing seen all the way to Sunny...

Where a chunky fuglie faced WSW brunette in red slicker over black shorts, red fishnets tucked into boots was under the markets overhang. Later caught a photo of her at 84 overpass on way back.

The way back had a couple sightings...

McFlurrie headquarters had a couple umbrellas out.

A meh chunky assed BSW in blue shorts. She walked in for some open-minded monger behind strip mall.

A thinner WSW brunette in black jeans & jacket above Doc Martin type boots dressed up with bright pink socks. She did an extended window talk & hopped in some silver sedan. Methy & meh looking.

Every other spot was empty...

Did notice there does seem to be some possibilities around the tree named streets just North of Burnside the last few times I've passed.

Earlier just past Glenhaven Park some chode whistle white BMW racer passed us like we were standing still. Almost losing control & sideswiping the vehicles in front of us while weaving in & out down 82nd. Thought that fool is an accident waiting to happen. As I came up to Sunny this douche nozzle had lost control. Not only did this fool trash his ride he totally uprooted some sections of the recently installed metal bar fence at new pot shop. Thought of calling 911 or taking some photos of the carnage. Instead threaded my way around the shattered pieces of German engineering littering the area while failing to keep an imperceptible smile off my face.

One more weird scene on the avenue this afternoon was the dude in dog mask waving at all near 84. The copilot was absolutely no help if was Goofy or Pluto.

Picked up Dan at work & after a quick stop for her overnight bag. Watched a Netflix series & broiled some of my Buoy 10 salmon in olive oil & a bed of homegrown tomatoes with rosemary garnish. Almost as tasty as Dania herself. Almost.

Recon Soundtrack: More Coltrane in the form of "Coltrane Plays The Blues". Good rainy-day soundtrack.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QExnO0hZNr4

Safe recons & life.

Can you inbox me the number of this blonde in the pictures.

[Krakanowsky]

In the midst of a late day materials run crowded in a JCB>82nd>Parkrose Hardware>JCB 5:15>6:00.

Harrison had a late twenties +- WSW dirty blonde in jeans shorts & colorful top getting scooped up as I came around block. Nice ass & almost cute...

Murder Street had an almost pudgy BSW showing some ass in leather skirts that flirt & transparent belly shirt. No cottage cheese but I'd take odds it's coming. Later she was trolling McFlurrie central. No jungle drums heard. Meh...

Near Parkrose Hardware had a garishly made-up little person brunette WSW in semitransparent sleeveless white onesie above sandals. Full disclosure: with those tiny hands & stubby arms waving at me along with noticeable arm pit stubble had my fuck parts rapidly retreating & last time I can remember such a like visceral reaction was when I took an unintentional dunk in the Willamette one early Springer season. She triggered some latent Achondroplasiaphobiaa I wasn't aware of...

Beech had another onesie attired one in the form of a BSW in blue with black thong underneath. More meh...

Sunny had a short & widebody long haired younger LSW in blue outfit. I'm seeing a pattern today...

Almost clipped the older skinny 5150 curb criddler walking against traffic near PCC with truck mirror as she appeared from the vehicle in front of me. Fuck me...

Nothing else seen to the barn near except a nice noncombatant or two. Got the stink eye from a redhead in shorts just South of Foster...

A few PPD SUV out & about. The motorcycle cops were out & making their presence known to a few's chagrin.

Recon Soundtrack: Art Blakey & Jazz Messengers - "A Night In Tunisia".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvw9CcveQpY

Safe recons & life.

Hey what's the prices you guys distribute for these streetwalkers?

[Sugar Daddy PDX]

There has been so many stings and LE activity lately. I've been just sticking with my regulars and laying low for a while.

[Berol Loz]

Not a report in over ten days. Ya'll gave up on the avenue I guess.
... unlike Julian Lennon she more than renewed my faith the apple doesn't fall far from the talent tree..

Always love reading your reviews for gems like this.

[ZaviJava]

In the midst of a late day materials run crowded in a JCB>82nd>Parkrose Hardware>JCB 5:15>6:00.

Harrison had a late twenties +- WSW dirty blonde in jeans shorts & colorful top getting scooped up as I came around block. Nice ass & almost cute...

Murder Street had an almost pudgy BSW showing some ass in leather skirts that flirt & transparent belly shirt. No cottage cheese but I'd take odds it's coming. Later she was trolling McFlurrie central. No jungle drums heard. Meh...

Near Parkrose Hardware had a garishly made-up little person brunette WSW in semitransparent sleeveless white onesie above sandals. Full disclosure: with those tiny hands & stubby arms waving at me along with noticeable arm pit stubble had my fuck parts rapidly retreating & last time I can remember such a like visceral reaction was when I took an unintentional dunk in the Willamette one early Springer season. She triggered some latent Achondroplasiaphobiaa I wasn't aware of...

Beech had another onesie attired one in the form of a BSW in blue with black thong underneath. More meh...

Sunny had a short & widebody long haired younger LSW in blue outfit. I'm seeing a pattern today...

Almost clipped the older skinny 5150 curb criddler walking against traffic near PCC with truck mirror as she appeared from the vehicle in front of me. Fuck me...

Nothing else seen to the barn near except a nice noncombatant or two. Got the stink eye from a redhead in shorts just South of Foster...

A few PPD SUV out & about. The motorcycle cops were out & making their presence known to a few's chagrin.

Recon Soundtrack: Art Blakey & Jazz Messengers - "A Night In Tunisia".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvw9CcveQpY

Safe recons & life.

[PoonHound1969]

With 82nd imparting the same sort of confidence as the future reliability of a 3rd hand Chevette & a healthy upcoming 76 bill in my near future been reigning in my wanderings somewhat.

Though she's thrown a text or two my way Tori been somewhat MIA since late July. With nothing planned for the weekend as call came in Friday night from her cuteness. Somewhat irritated since the copilot & I were minutes from bedtime. Agreed to an early evening Saturday rendezvous overnight night to her then disappointment.

Knowing she'd be late. Copilot & I headed out on a JCB>82nd>Sandy Upper recon +-5:00>6:00.

South was desolate of dick diversions...

A quick you turn as I remembered a check languishing in glovebox & needed to hit bank for some cash & deposit.

I cannot decipher, any of your post, but you seem to find some hot trim, so congrats!

[ZaviJava]

With 82nd imparting the same sort of confidence as the future reliability of a 3rd hand Chevette & a healthy upcoming 76 bill in my near future been reigning in my wanderings somewhat.

Though she's thrown a text or two my way Tori been somewhat MIA since late July. With nothing planned for the weekend as call came in Friday night from her cuteness. Somewhat irritated since the copilot & I were minutes from bedtime. Agreed to an early evening Saturday rendezvous overnight night to her then disappointment.

Knowing she'd be late. Copilot & I headed out on a JCB>82nd>Sandy Upper recon +-5:00>6:00.

South was desolate of dick diversions...

A quick you turn as I remembered a check languishing in glovebox & needed to hit bank for some cash & deposit.

Heading South again I had to avoid the older brunette skinny criddler who has trouble walking on the sidewalk. While not as irritating as the froggers suicidally dashing across the avenue, I've seen witnessed this gutter traveling one almost get clipped numerous times recently. Little doubt to her odorous availability as she hit me up for some "spare change" at walk up. Yeech.

Fremont gas station had the previously documented glasses wearing blonde PAWG in black skirt & boots + matching belly shirt under red sweater. She headed into McFlurrie headquarters. No doubts of the origins of her jelly belly rolls...

Baggers had an alright though pushing the limits of my sturdy envelope definition bleached blonde WSW in black mini above black heels showing serious cleavage with her impressive albino Hermistons'.

Sandy at Baxter's had another sturdy pale WSW with reddish blonde hair in black & gold dress & jean jacket above knee socks carrying a take-out tray. Offered me some fairly expensive time in her motel room a few blocks east. The copilot was very interested in her takeout. The driver not at all...

Madison & Beech vicinity had a semi-fuglie younger mixed duo who as soon as the rain started quickly headed into tree name hotel. Yawns...

No other early bird 304 seen after that. No PPD SUV seen.

Picked up a surprisingly on time Tori in Montavilla looking deliciously spinner slutty cute as always in some jean shorts & tank top. Minus a neighborhood copilot walk & a quick trip to FM for some needed socks & underwear she needed. Barely left the house until I dropped her off Monday around 9:00 AM with my dead swimmers' remnants in every of her tight & right orifices before reluctantly continuing my day...

Recon Soundtrack: The Band November 1, 1970 at Syria Mosque Pittsburgh Pa. A nice sounding FM bootleg I recently found.

https://archive.org/details/the-band...h-1970-wydd/18+-+Slippin'+And+Slidin. Flac.

Safe recons & life.

[RammerRammer]

Holy shit the middle Blade is dangerous, 5150 and possibly deadly. Careful out there, the Jay Cat is walking in the road, against traffic. There's a fucked pothole near Universal and just before Mill is another naked Jay Cat fighting the World.

Stay safe out there. On to the first tee box.