Some midweek action just after lunch
Hit Ramsey near Scarey and was hailed by a thirtyish brassy blondish thingie named Tracie. That IS the correct spelling, I double-checked. Parked and got out to check the goods first hand. I've seen worse. Coarse persona, loud, unsubtle, almost a male energy about her, but the promise of a fine body, and her not undesirable face stood up well to the "daylight" test with its clear light blue eyes and winning smile. All of her visible teeth intact and tending to the white. What a departure from the typical W / W SW. Had never seen her before in all my many years of cruising the area. Intrigued.
Walked just around the corner to her little shambles of a house where, as she had told me, the only person present was her half-sister, hurting for meds and with a picked face that betrayed exactly what meds she was hurting for. Poor critter also tricks, of course, but I'd think thrice on that one. And then say no. Sent sissie out to do her business with a small house gift, then repaired to Tracie's room (typical junkie clutter. How do these girls live in such squalor?) where she proceeded to ask me for something I would never surrender up front. Because of my suit & tie & general genial & gentle demeanor. Or was it just my good looks? Har har har. She decided I could be trusted and proceeded apace to drop her bottom garments to reveal a truly spectacular ass. Shook it for me, just a little jiggle to the thing. Not very sexy, but perhaps some men respond to this sort of lapdance move. At any rate, this tushy worth a few more words, being of a rare and beauteous variety, far better a bottom than anything posted on the Philly board right now in the Great SuperE End of Year SW Showdown. The shape and complexion of the thing? Sheer perfection. Not large, not small, but of a sweet proportion, bubbled just as you'd wish, and zitless. A trifle soft to the touch, but that Holy Grail of a hard ass such as might be found on many young BSW's is just my personal preference. At her age, and white, Tracie sports a great genetic gift, that who'd-a-thunk-it sweet globy specimen lurking like a pair of twin moons under my eager fingertips. Though I have no argument with ink, large tramp stamp sorta out of place above such a temple, rather like posting a Zap Comix frame above the doors to the Walters Art Gallery. Tat artist should have turned down the job on the grounds of artistic integrity.
Anyway, she then turns around and displays a treasure of equal value, an absolutely superb shaved kitty. Picture perfect. Gorgeous lips, tucked and neat, classic formation. Impressive gap between the thighs, so the cunny was just lounging out there in its naked glory, all powdered and clean as the lobby of a thousand dollar a night hotel. DATY on the menu, and what the fuck, just had to taste it. Went for the appetizer and turned it into a five course meal. Dropped her on the bed with her shirt hiked up and rolled the well-shaped legs up so that her knees were pinned almost back to her ears. Flexible little minx. Open and accommodating. She claimed 5 o's, but I doubt that she had even one. No sweat, no change of coloration, no engorgement of the clit, though the belly danced involuntarily, so who knows. My guess? Just a good little actress trying to keep the play moving. She started humming when I was about halfway through. Very distracting. Says she always does this when she is enjoying herself in this way.
The top half of the lady was interesting, too, at least to me. No titters to speak of, a true flattie, but beautiful hard pointed nips just crying for a little attention. Says she is going for an enhancement. Told her it would be a mistake. Others might disagree. I was married once to a lady with enhancements. Unfortunate choice. Life is better as a bachelor with time and money to roam. I digress.
32 years old and 4 kids, but no evidence on the body of childbirth, just a slightly rounded tummy that is very charming. The Marilyn Monroe type of tummy as opposed to today's standard of washboard abs. All in all, the bod a total surprise to me, validating her claim that she has danced in many establishments, and currently dances as well. She named the place, but I cannot recall what she said. I steer clear of those joints. All fantasy, no real time. Guys in there an excellent portrait of who I'd rather not be. Yes, another digression.
Sounds like I had a good time, but she was a little rushed, though no real pressure, and when I told her I wanted to cap off the oral festivities with a good hard mish, she said okay, but had to stop to hit the pipe, which did nothing but kill my desire and quickly expiring willy. Which went promptly limp as a dead snake. Wet the dear boy and attempted to push my way in, but her obvious disinterest sealed the death of the fuck. Asked her to bring the staff up to full mast in the traditional way, but she politely demurred, citing the fact that I had spit all over my dick. I asked her if she kissed, then, since spit is obviously swapped when doing that sort of thing. She said no way, never, gross. I asked her if she liked girls. Nope, no way. I asked her if she even gives BJ's. She said only with protection. (Kinda like eating lunch meat without taking it out of the bag.) I asked her why she was going to let me drop willy into her kitty sans raincoat, and she said she never does, that it was just the way it played out between us, but she really hates bodily fluids and is ultra wary of germs and was, in the final analysis, just trying to be nice to me.
All of that sincerity. But who trusts platitudes in the mouth of a working girl. At least gave me some small sense of her cleanliness, her germaphobic 'tude being obviously real and perhaps saving me from some horrid disease that my little head was stupidly willing to risk. Of course, her repeated remarks about keeping herself healthy and clean for the sake of the kids would have been more satisfying if the house hadn't been a shambles and if there were some evidence that little kids lived there. They don't. Still, that pussy was powered like Marie Antoinette's cheeks, and perfectly groomed. I suspect that she really does dance, stays in shape and tries not to take too many risks.
The tuition was standard, and the whole experience comes down to this: Sometimes the most beautiful meal looks a whole lot better on the plate than it tastes to the palate. Wish I had some pics, but I don't carry a camera around with me. Got to start doing that. No real complaints except her general disengagement, which is a deal-killer for someone seeking a GFE. Would likely not repeat except in a real pinch, but would not condemn the girl, either. She is what she is. Just puttin' bread on the table and snow in the pipe. Rock hard snow. Ugh.
Also hit B / CB, thinking that a second scoop might provide some satisfaction. Streets empty and frigid. Nuthin', honey.
The search continues.