Drew Park & The Stinky Mexican
I normally only shop in Pinellas for action but after cruising my normal shopping centers and parts of Nebraska and seeing the streets were like a ghost town, I decided to head to "The Fantasy Land" in drew park. Sometimes you can find ladies in these types places ready and willing for a slightly higher premium. On the way there, I spotted a slightly chunky Mexican chick hanging on the corner of the Citgo store at Orborne. She had shoulder length curly hair, was wearing a rather tight black shirt and some blue jean daisies with sandals. Said her name was Vanessa. It was kind cool that night too. As I spotted her, I cracked the window and turned the corner onto Osborne to get a better look and drove down the side street past the SAAAB Store. As I passed by, her eyes were glued on me and she started walking toward my direction of travel. I made a u turn and came back and picked her up. I think it is rare that you find this sort of girl walking in this area or that you find girls walking here at all, though in the past before I partook into mongering, I would see one every now and then. I was crazy because the conditions were like something out of fantasy, you know, not a soul in sight, no cars passing by, no police, no management or sketchy characters lingering on the corner with or around her or in the shadows, no competition from other mongers, just me and her and the silent streets. I pull up beside the Saab store and wait as she walked towards the car. She got in. As she approached the car, I watched her bits and pieces jiggle and move to the natural dance of her walk and thought, this might b good. What I was about to experience was a mixed feeling like never before, you know, like seeing your Mother in law backing off a cliff in your brand new BMW M5. Anyway as I drove around drew park looking for a secluded spot, we did a quick check on each other and started talking business. She quoted me 30 Pesos. Then I asked, what does 30 return? She said everything. Fair enough. Everything seemed cool at first. She kept feeling my right leg as we drove around which I didn't mind and I noticed her right hand stroking the crotch of her very thin blue jean daisies. At this point I could only smell the scent of her perfume. Not too strong so not worries yet. As we drove she asked to turn on the heater. On it went. By the time the cabin heated up, we were parked and I started to smell a slight stench. At first I though of it to be the clothes she was wearing. So I let her start the BBBJ. As she leaned over the center console to blow out my candle, she slipped off her right sandle and raised her right leg and began rubbing her crotch area. Mind you the air vent was pointed directly at her cooch. Then it hit me. It was like a 5 gallon bucket FULL OF FISH! But I just couldn't escape because the BJ was sooooooo figgin good! The perfect stroke, rhythm, wetness, and pressure for tightness!! There I was trapped in hell and heaven at the same time! I had to turn my head and breathe through the cracked window. She started to slow down and quit and she asked me " you want to fuck? " Quickly I replied, "no no no, this is good keep going!" Finally I pitched a fast one like it was the World Series MLB, exploding at a 120 mph trap speed and she caught all 3 table spoons and swallowed. I had to gather myself for a second rolling the window down a little further so fresh air could enter the cabin. I forked over the cash, zipped up, and started back to where I discovered her but she commanded a detour down an alley where a bunch of cars were parked. She got out, said thanks and disappeared through a crack in the fence that surrounded the cars. After I left the area, I drove around for 30 minutes, windows down to get the fishy odor out of the car to no success. I had to make a stop at the coin laundry. Its a good thing I had seat covers as the front passenger seat smelled really bad. Afterwards I sped home and took a hot shower. Sometimes dreams won't let you win for loosing.