Pulled over this morning on the way to WsBF
And as long as all your affairs are in order and non inebriated. It should go something like this.
" I was speeding officer, I'm late to pick up a coworker. ".
And if I was pooning it would be.
" I was speeding because my Brother is stranded out here. ".
And if I was questioned as to why I was out it would be something like this.
" insomniac officer, cruising and playing the radio, Ill go home. ".
Or.
" doing the Lords work, praying that these Criddlers find Jesus. " Insert some Biblical reference.
But mostly thankful I'm Caucasian.
Late Recon Report: Tuesday Night
An unexpected Friday/Saturday job & the acedia of these times delayed these until this evening.
Bored & feeling somewhat frisky (to quote my favorite regular). Copilot & I decided to head out +-8:30 >11:00 JCB >82nd>Sandy upper # for a bit. Chilly windy as fuck & as seems to be my normal feckless routine continued my harlot hejira for the two South & North brunettes.
Flavel 711 was deserted so grabbed a water & parked hoping to spot the tall, long & lean brunette I have been chasing to no avail recently. Gave the copilot some ear rubs & surveyed for a while until the lot filled up with the usual detritus of the damned. As the lot went to overflowing was thinking time to head North when this early thirties blonde wearing a tight red dress, black heels hopped out of some mini van. Gave me that Marilyn Monroe body vibe as she looked my way as her & bundled up friend went in. Red dress almost immediately got kicked out for not wearing a mask & huffily stood outside. I must have looked amused or interested. I mean even Criddler General Store was enforcing mask laws LOL. As she walked up to truck window I got a better look at her healthy curves & chest w/ those nipples betraying how cold it was. A pale face accented w/ dress matching red lips. Immediately blurted out "can you believe they threw me out for not wearing a mask". Well, duh I thought but asked if she wanted one of my spares. "No, I don't" & went off on the usual denier's "herd immunity" tangent. Fuck me. I'm so sick of hearing that bullshit right now. I was itching to get moving as the area was filling up when she pivoted into "looking for some company". She went through her spiel of menu/costs until I begged off & her friend honked horn at her to leave, as she left she said she had ads on LC under Jamie Rose if I changed mind. Looked up the ad & was turned off at her friends & another photo.
I aborted further recon for the South brunette for the time being & headed North.
First pass Flavel>82nd>Fremont yielded only some unidentifiable BSW's. All were wrapped up so burka like couldn't figure out a damn thing about them except it seemed the cottage cheesed stayed in for the night. Some stationary observing near Bagger's bench for the barefoot brunette yielded naught. Long sad groan.
Sandy upper # were empty & headed back for another loop.
Division Powell revealed Sarah #1.5 in flowered dress & boots gesturing / screaming loudly at the cars passing her. A few times she even stepped off the curb to articulate her delusions & I felt I've seen the ominous sign of hell finally meeting it's handbasket that my Mom always talked about. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost...I wonder if she has regrets about putting that glass stem to her lips that first time.
A skinny older WSW gave me the look just past Eastgate. Even w/ all the mummy wrappings around her head obscuring all, her eyes gave her away & knew she a fuglie.
Empty on next lap all the way to JCB. Thought about parking for brunette recon but area high tide must have come in, as the usual pharma sellers & related were everywhere.
Again, unoccupied all the way up to Sandy upper #.
At Fork & Spoon spotted cute WSW blonde spinner in jeans & ankle boots. She waved & I turned in right there figuring to scoop behind building. As I started to come to a stop from behind the building some skinny tee shirted Tyrone came quickly out of parking lot shadows. Heard him though open window & stereo saying, "wait wait". Are you kidding me, fuck that & punched it up block & soon headed North on side streets. As I passed her again she gave me a WTF? gesture & look. She was pretty cute though.
As I headed South down the high school hill just stepping out of the States was the early thirties redhead I mentioned in my last recon. She just stepped on sidewalk looking fine in tan boots & jeans that red hair being emphasized nicely in the lights. In all of the 45 seconds it took me to get North again some fucker scooped her up right on 82nd. Sigh.
Fuck Zavi, what a waste of time as I called it & headed South on an empty 82nd to home.
Hello Ministry of Hookers? Yes, I'd like to make a complaint. Yes, I'll hold...
Visible PPD all night yet not really worrisome. Again, a night where I never saw a Clackamas.
Safe recons & life.
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Thursday Night Recon: Barefoot Brunette (or Christmas comes early for Zavi)
Finally getting caught up on my recon notes so here's another I didn't get finished until tonight.
Was thinking of going Wednesday night yet my inspiration was weak & I held on to the dumb hopes a regular would call. Tonight, that constant wind had died down so headed out w/ the copilot & some drinks/tunes. JCB>82nd>Sandy upper # at 8:30+-. Not sure why I even went out as I did have to be up early Friday & Saturday for two day gig while client is away from their house.
Made my way to 82nd only to get screamed up on by Clackamas cruiser. Shit, I forgot they dropped the speed limit on Luther Road recently. Must have been just under the ticket threshold as all I got was quick spotlight flash at me as I turned South on 82nd.
First JCB>82nd>Sandy upper # produced goose egg of sightings. Most exciting thing that entire loop was grey SUV stopped in the Stark LH turn lane w/ 4 or 5 PPD SUV & silver UC SUV parked all around it. As I slowly creeped by them, all were tapping on the windows & yelling "wake up". Saw some dude w/ his face planted on the steering wheel obvious to it all. No shattered glass of bullet holes so probably a DUI. They finally woke the poor dumb fucker up as they had him handcuffed in gas station lot on later pass.
Again, parked for some static observation across from Bagger's bench for my barefoot brunette unicorn but nothing. Deserted cities of the heart was the theme.
Next laps it started to liven up some. Well, not really but compared to 1st lap. But yeah anything was an fucking improvement.
Sturdy younger Blonde WSW was sitting at Glisan arts center wall. She was really rocking some Pocahontas age of Aquarius fringed boots w/ her knapsack. SMDH. She got scooped fairly quickly.
Another WSW brunette in jeans & fur trimmed jacket was near Division. She looked alright in my quick glance but not the brunette I was after.
I swear long time dented head WSW Crystal was scuffling along in her weird gait near Woodstock. I didn't want to loop around whatsoever but her goofy waving looked the same. I haven't seen her around in ages yet imagine she still holds the record for most prostitution arrests on 82nd. Got to be at least fifty plus.
Young BSW Marge Simpson was near Autozone in jeans, low heels & bulky jacket. A few of you were circling around her until she finally chose & carefully got her & towering tresses into ride.
Was thinking of just fucking calling it around 10:30 yet decided one more circuit to enjoy the end of the cd set I was listening to. Early Little Feat FYI.
As I slowed for Fremont red light in my rearview got a flashing glimpse of dress & jacket wearing brunette skipping across 82nd to Bagger's 711. Nah I couldn't be that fucking lucky Zavi. Flipped turn in the 76 station & cruised by only to see squat. Around again from another compass heading approach & standing in the back driveway was the barefoot brunette. No bare feet tonight but some ballerina(?) like slippers tonight along w/ stockings under her dress & black winter jacket topped by some goofy flapped hat just containing her long hair. She smiled broadly & got in truck saying "I remember you, you 'kinda warned me about the approaching PPD one night". She had to have been talking about my October SW report #3575 when I'd just about stopped for her & got spooked by approaching headlights & shook my head & pointed up the street before my retreat. That night she'd been given some static by the PPD & it spooked her some & hadn't gone out since. Also mentioned some of the other BSW's are territorial in that area & the Tyrones are a pain to deal with.
Introduced herself as Felice & 24 years old. The check was her removing my driving glasses putting her hand on my forehead for a long moment saying, "your good right". I replied in the affirmative & touched her cheek for a long moment while we locked eyes. Compared to the usual boob or crotch grab it was fucking intense & slightly weird yet it was another of those instances where the eyes revealed volumes.
Smelled soap fresh w/ no perfume detected & had minimal makeup just a touch of pale lipstick & light mascara. A few ear piercings & simple gold chain around her neck. Unpainted nails & toes. Not overtly sexysluuty looking, instead one that came off more just off the farm meets beginning hipster.
We didn't even talk prices/services, we just started South as she asked if I could turn the seat warmer up. I laughed & told her "not unless you sit on the copilot". A cute laugh from her as I explained until a minute ago the copilot was curled up there. As she called the copilot "a furry little hot pocket" & soon had her sprawling half in her lap getting some ear rubs.
Back at my place as most do she asked if a fire was possible as she pulled her coat to reveal more of her childbearing hips & perky B cups. Her dress reminded me of some 50's housewife frock & my weird ass mind immediately thought that'll be a hot outfit w/ an apron, garter belted seamed stocking & some heels. Yeah, yeah I know my kinks are sometimes off the beaten path. I swear to get help sometime soon.
As I put some music on & got a roaring fire going, asked her if she wanted something to drink. Wine was preferable & she picked a bottle of cabernet out of my poorly stocked rack. She also mentioned she could eat so I put some leftover salmon & other nosh out which she devoured along w/ her first glass of several wines. As we sat at my dining room table & talked about our lives she'd occasionally run a soft slipper on my shins while looking at me w/ those brown eyes. It was mixture of innocence & erotic energy all at once. I feel I developed a slipper fetish after tonight. SMDHS.
By now it was approaching 1:00 & as she finished last of the wine excused herself to bathroom. As I eavesdropped on her open door pee policy started feeling my blood flow get diverted. When she came out came up behind me & lightly massaged my neck/shoulders & kissed top of my head & nuzzled my ear. I turned around as she continued & buried my face in her chest & cupped her soft ass. As I worked down her legs & underneath realized she had thigh highs under there. Cool. She kept up w/ the light kisses as I rubbed & worked my digits under the elastic of those boy short panties. Rubbed lightly along the outer band until I easily slipped a finger past onto her damp lips. I was positive I'd find bush yet no; just silky smooth goodness & the smell test was 'hella earthy eatable to my relief. She stopped her neck rubbing & kissed me on the lips lightly as our breath quickened.
Heading into the bedroom we peeled our layers off. Her Ozzie & Harriet dress was puzzling w/ it's arrangement of buttons & zipper & as I finally got it off still had several layers of upper camisoles etc. before I finally got to those cute firm half grapefruit w/ their perky prominent nipples. Her cute boy short panties had some hearts on them w/ "Lucky" on them & as I peeled them off thought how true. Not a tattoo to be seen on that soft skin as I licked/sucked all over those so firm titties. Once on her back I spread her legs & as always licked/kissed until I found my prize. A nice, understated set of labia minora that I always called the "manta ray" when encountered in the wild. LOL. As my tongue explored & moved all over all her holes. It did it's work she gripped bed covers tightly as she moaned, quivered all over as she came in a series of soft sobs. Sprawled & spreadeagled over my bed. Showed off her BBBJ skills. Very nice for a younger girl w/ some unexpected deepthroat along some nice sloppy wet spit sucking noises. I didn't want to finish that way & told her I had to fuck her. She breathlessly & quickly agreed she "wanted me to" & as that slippery snug pussy's wonderfulness engulfed me & w/ her soft encouragement all temperate thrusting turned noisy & wanton as we ended entwined together all too quickly w/ me dropping 4+ day backup into her.
A shower together w/ some mutual oral up where I slid a soapy digit up her backdoor as she came. My mind already was in her ass & knew where my second round was going w/ her enthusiastic response. Also, she said to "do you 'want to fuck my ass" LOL.
Some more chatting & wine for her, smoke break & drying off in front of fireplace led to back to bed. More mutual oral led to some more of that sweet pussy in doggy as she furiously rubbed her clit. After loosening up that cute backdoor w/ my thumb, spit on it & used her juices already on me to ease the head in slowly. Some slow, even deep down fucking until we both picked up the pace & I emptied hard all I had left as we collapsed in a sweaty santorum heap.
Now it was after 3:30 & had to be at job at 8:00 at latest. With a quick shower to clean up threw our clothes on & brought her to her parent's house up near Fremont. Yes, since Covid she moved back home for now. Never got the full story yet, but I will.
With my regular Heather in parole violation & serving some time (+ piss test for meth....dumb). For now, this one is going to be kept close to my vest until I hear otherwise. Felice said she'd get her phone turned on soon & I gave her my #. Total damage was 125.00 & she was overjoyed at that.
Oh yeah. Light traffic all night but PPD presence was heavy all night & not including the passed out fool @ Stark above saw several handcuffed by their cars. Clackamas was out in force. Had to be half the Clackamas department marked & unmarked methodically searching from Flavel>Johnson Creek plus side roads earlier.
Safe recons & life.
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Tuesday Night: Recon & Barefoot Brunette 2nd Round
Was just planning to stay in & hang w/ the copilot catching up on my Netflix queue. Until I got a call around 9:30. Since it seemed I was on the phone all fucking day I was swearing at whoever was calling me. Was especially slow to extract my drowsy self from the sprawling copilot sharing the couch. Already had a message & my heartrate increased when I heard Felice's voice asking if I wanted to have some more "fun" followed by some sexy ass giggling "she'll be at Klickatat 711 in half hour or so". Called back & it just rang forever w/ no pickup. So, going on the blind & dumb ass faith I sometimes try to ignore. Brushed teeth & threw on shoes/jacket & w/ copilot's head in the drizzle started a JCB>82nd>Fremont run. It started raining harder & I thought I wouldn't see shit, but to my surprise a few were out.
A hefty & homely WSW was all bundled up in jacket w/ long white scarf flopping just past Flavel. In the weird lighting & rain I think she had the mark of the beast.
Denise was South of Glisan in short skirt & black stockings. We make fun of her, but she was the only one who had the foresight to have an umbrella w/ her.
Sara #30 was taking refuge from the heavier showers at Utopia. She looked in a bitchy mood.
The skinny ass BSW crackhead who's always dressed so outlandishly 70's or 80's style at times was on the down low in jeans & sneakers. She did seem to be have been channeling the young BSW Marge Simpson style of hair tonight. That wig was coiled like an anaconda suffocating a rabbit on her head.
After some trouble locating Felice was found inside the 7-11 taking refuge from the rain & some creepy Lylerone type lurking outside. No dress or slippers tonight just jeans & long red wool coat. Her goofy hat was still there. Smelled faintly of lavender & again minimal mascara (that had run in the rain some) & pale pink lipstick. Gave me a nice DFK as she hopped in & before 60 lbs. of copilot was in her lap.
As we headed south talking near Mill was a trim & really cute WSW blond in modest skirt & ankle boots. Long ass blond hair walking along smoking. Could only gawk so much yet she was fucking 'hella stunning in a sexy elegant way. Never seen her before (I think) but she was fucking hot. When it rains it pours pussy. SMDHS. Absolutely one to keep an eye out for.
With Felice pretty much the same menu as before though a nice long round of mutual oral ended w/ me finishing down her throat tonight & her holding my head down in her crotch as I did some g spot work that made her "come fucking hard lots" (her words). Round two was in that earthy sweet lipped soft warm pussy w/ her legs wrapped around me & our tongues deep in one another's mouth. A bit less cost tonight though. Think I've found Heather's replacement. LOL. I want to get this one on a long coast weekend.
An outtake photo of that cute ass from last week & for the guys who messaged me asking what precisely is "a manta ray pussy". The photo from tonight should answer your questions.
Lots of PPD out on all my circuits, no Clackamas spotted until way home at 2:30.
Derek & The Dominos The Layla Sessions was the soundtrack tonight. Yeah, I'm old school besides being just old. SMDHS.
Safe recons & life.
Manta Ray & Face Pictures:
[QUOTE=Dblitz;5106648]Manta ray pussy. Not quite roast beefy but just enough lip meat to nibble on. I like it. Nice pics. I'm curious if I can find her out and about.[/QUOTE]
Yeah, the Manta Ray style are a nice one. If you get your angle just exactly perfect those curtains tickle you just fucking right. I also love the full on roast beef to a certain degree, but those rarer Manta Rays just are off the charts for that. Next time, I seriously need to fire up the video on phone to film those gliding along my dick...
As far as finding her out & about. Like a few out there, shes a teleporting enigma & doesn't need to make a daily amount to survive plus no one to answer to if she stays in. I've only seen her out 4-5 times since mid-September & only once getting in someones car. I've got @ least twelve+ stationary recon hours in since September. The area/hours I've spotted her are in my reports. I've been fucking stalker like obsessive in my hunts.
For what it's worth my take is like some of my other regulars Felice goes out when she wants to, for what reasons exactly I don't know yet. Not a druggie though she smokes cigs & as I found out she does like her drink. Until recently had an apartment/roommate in Vantucky until Covid & couldn't afford it on her salary after roomie's job was eliminated this Summer. Just another indirect victim of the soon to be gone administrations tepid ass response to science.
[QUOTE=Pdx503;5106912]Epic date. Any chance of a face pic?[/QUOTE]
As far as the posting face pictures requests both here & in my messages. Not on these particular ones unless they both start posting ads. Also, no matter how many of you send me your off forum email/phone (really?) it ain't happening.
I'll admit I've been inconsistent on that slippery slope of face photos. It's something I vacillate about at times. I compromise by cropping faces & editing tattoos depending on what level of committed working hoe they might be. Arbitrary? Yeah, but I'm the one who's posting most of the photos in SW forum.
Anyway, Felice's photo shows enough to give you a sense of what she looks like & along w/ my detailed posts anybody w/ some 82nd rubber to the road recon has more than enough info to extrapolate a happy outcome.
Perhaps even quicker than I did.
Safe recons & life.
