Prostitute On The Strip

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

His c**k thrust against his shorts, standing proud and tall as he took off his coat. He was standing beside the locker by the massage parlor he had entered for the first time in West Hollywood's famous Sunset Strip.

Barney maintained a car agency just a few blocks from the massage parlor. After being told by not one but two customers concerning the parlor, and particularly the gorgeous, sensuous, long-legged dark-haired young woman who thrilled the customers, he decided he had to check out the action for himself.

He had wondered if his own high standards would find the woman as appetizing as she had been described by his two customers. One glance and he was able to answer the question in the affirmative.

Diane stood next to a nearby massage table. She was clad in a dazzling leopard-skin bikini which revealed every sensuous curve in glaring detail. The black high-heeled shoes she wore all accented her tall five-foot-eight-inch form.

“Good afternoon,” she said with a dignified air as she got ready to massage the heavy-set man who was lying on the table.

“Hello there,” Ronnie gulped, beginning to remove his shirt.

“You'll like the sauna very much,” she told him. “It's nice and warm. You know it's the best thing in the world to open up a man's pores.”

“There's plenty to open a guy's pores around this joint,” the heavy-set man looked up from the table, bursting in loud laughter.

“Shut your dirty mouth, Ronnie,” Diane said in a joking tone. “You're being very nasty. This man might be a gentleman.”

“If he's a gentleman, what the hell is he doing in this place?” Ronnie chided. “He must have got lost or something.”

“You really are a card. Ronnie is a frustrated would-be comic.” Diane said.

“I guess Hollywood is full of them,” Barney nodded.

“I haven't seen you here before,” Diane said, “and I've got a pretty good memory for faces.”

“That's right. You haven't. I own a car agency right down the street.”

“Oh, yes. I think I've seen the place. Well, just relax. Get yourself a nice sauna, and then you can get a massage.”

“I hope you will be available to rub me down,” Barney said.

“Of course. I have some free time as soon as I finish massaging Ronnie. That is, as soon as I finish working my fingers around all this flab.”

“Cut it out,” Ronnie said. “You really know how to hurt a guy.”

“I just thought I'd stab you back for all the cracks you've been making.”

“Don't mind us,” Ronnie looked over at Barney and chuckled. “We don't mean anything by it.”

“I recognize that,” Barney smiled back. “I like a good joke as well as the next person.

“Then you ought to really love this place,” Ronnie said.

“I'm liking it more and more already,” Barney nodded.

“Just one thing about the sauna,” Diana said as an afterthought as Ronnie was ready to move off.

“What's that?” Barney asked.

“It isn't advisable to stay in there too long. In other words, don't ever stay in there until you get just drained of sweat.”

“All right, thanks for the reminder.”

“Here's what I always suggest. After you have worked up a good sweat, but before you really start feeling weak or anything like that, just get out and have a glass of water. As you'll notice, there's a water container right next to the sauna booth. All right, so you drink some cold water, then go back in. The water puts something back into your system. You need some liquid in you to sweat off after you have done so much sweating before. Sometimes people violate these rules, and when they do it causes them tremendous problems.”

“I understand what you're saying,” he nodded. “Thank you, I appreciate your advice.”

“See you later!” she smiled.

As Barney walked off, his c**k throbbed more noticeably than ever. As he stood before the sauna, he pulled off his trousers, then his shorts. He picked up a clean white towel which was resting on a nearby bench. He entered the sauna, closing the door.

Barney was just as happy that the sauna was completely unoccupied when he entered. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about beautiful young Diane Ray. She looked to be somewhere in her late twenties, and he was particularly impressed by the knowledgeable air she had about her. He liked beautiful women who had a little bit of maturity.

When one of his customers told him about the sleek long legs of the gorgeous brunette who held court at the massage parlor down the street, his thoughts had immediately focused on the beautiful head cheer leader he had had an affair with in his senior year of high school. Those were the days in which he was the big man on campus, he thoughtfully reflected. Back in his home state of Pennsylvania, he had been captain of his team his senior year of high school. As the football captain, he had been able to swing a good deal of weight on campus. That enabled him to get next to gorgeous Judy, who was head cheerleader.

He remembered fondly the first time he had had s*x with her. He had scored the winning touchdown against his school's arch rival. Judy had been enormously impressed, and had kissed him on the side of his helmet as he came running off the field.

“How about seeing me after the game?” he asked. “We can go down the street for hamburgers and a malt.”

“That will be great. We can call it a celebration,” she replied.

He could remember that evening so vividly and fondly. After eating the hamburgers and drinking the malts, they got into his car and drove out toward the lake. It was there that things got particularly intimate. He remembered how he had exercised his fingers as he removed her clothes. He recalled how eagerly he had tugged at her panties, pulling them off, after which he slipped his fingers against her v****a.

He sat in the sauna room, and as the sweat collected, his c**k hardened even more noticeably than before. It hardened as he remembered the vivid details of that beautiful f**k, which was one of the most outstanding in his entire life. He had always been impressed by the slim sensuousness of Judy's long legs, and after he had fingered her v****a for a few strokes, he then put his fingers to work on her legs. Eventually he began working his tongue over her creamy thighs. He took turns running his tongue up and down both legs. First of all he would permit his tongue to exercise on the left leg, after which he then put it to work over her right leg. Well, his tongue kept on colliding with Judy's thighs, she leaned back in the front seat in the car and he'd go outside.

“Oh, baby doll, you are a great tongue man,” she told him. “You're going to do it just right, sweetheart. Oh, baby, you're going to suck my hot cunt. I know you are. You're going to give me a good thigh sucking, and then you're going to eat my mound. You are going to do a beautiful job of it, baby. Oh, yeah, suck me. Oh, you really are. You're going to suck my mound. Oh, baby, oh, you're going to eat me. This is going to be beautiful. Oh, honey, it really is.”

Back and forth his stimulating tongue kept on flipping wildly. He worked it spiritedly for a few more strokes, then removed it.

“Oh, those legs are too much,” he panted. “I'm going to have to suck you baby. Oh, I enjoyed my tongue inside your box. I'm going to suck, darling, oh, I'm going to really plunge my tongue inside you. I'm going to eat out your p***y. Baby, oh, oh, I really am, I'm going to eat it.”

“Oh, I'm ready. Just reach out and finger my mound a little bit.”

“Oh, yeah. I'll be happy to,” he sighed. “I want to finger your snatch. Here we go.”

With that Barney eased the fingers of his left hand inside her v****a. He ran his fingers over so smoothly, running them back and forth, running them circularly inside her mound.

“Oh, suck my p***y,” she said. “All I needed were a few strokes, darling. You've supplied them. Oh, you've got me agitated. Sweetheart, oh, come on baby. Oh, suck me. Come on, dear. Oh, come and suck my p***y. Come on, suck it.”

He could hear the soft words reverberating in his ears just as readily as he did on that other evening so many years before. As she lay back, panting, her legs trembling, he got set to slide his tongue inside her p***y.

“Oh, baby, sweetheart, suck me,” she said. “Baby, doll, oh, you really got to work your tongue inside my mound. Really plunge it. Oh, baby doll, eat me. Come on, do it, doll.”

He slid his tongue forward, allowing it to make its initial contact with her mound. Ever so eagerly he wiggled it, flicking it back and forth, driving it with sturdy impact against her p***y. He worked his tongue with great resourcefulness, letting it collide with her hot p***y.

“Oh, yeah, come on and suck me,” she said. “Oh, darling, run your fingers up and down my legs. Do it, sweetheart. Oh, come on, dear. Oh, finger my thighs. Come on, sweetheart. Oh, work your fingers up and down my legs. Come on, baby. Yes, baby doll. Oh, do it, honey. You've really got to do it. Oh, suck me. Oh, suck me.”

Her hips flounced back and forth on the front seat of the automobile. She panted wildly as the hot football captain kept thrusting his tongue. He enjoyed the fruits of victory a lot more than the actual victory itself. It was more fun to suck the cheer leader's p***y than it had been to score the winning touchdown.

“Oh, baby, just keep working your tongue,” Judy exclaimed. “Come on, sweetheart. Oh, really do it. Come on, dear. Oh, your tongue is beautiful. You're sliding it so beautifully. Oh, you're about to bring me off. Sweetie, oh, you really are. Oh, here we go. Just brace yourself. The snatch juices are about set to shoot.

They really are, my sweet. Just keep rotating your tongue. Oh, keep rotating it.”

As the sweat began to collect throughout Barney's body while he sat on the edge of the bench in the sauna room, he remembered with such great vividness how eagerly her legs trembled, flipping back and forth while he kept up his hot, steady grinding tongue movements, propelling her ever closer to the point of climax.

While he kept sucking, he reached out and grabbed her thighs. He loved touching her trembling thighs, and it thrilled him that a little bit of sweat began to accumulate there from the hot tension that was taking place between them, the body friction that was driving her ever closer to the point of a dramatic climax.

“Just keep your tongue probing inside my p***y,” she said. “Come on, dear. Oh, suck me. Come on, baby. Oh, suck out my mound. Oh, baby doll. Come on, oh, really work your tongue. Oh, you've got me there now, sweetheart. Oh, this is beautiful. Oh, the juices, oh, they are really gonna spray. This is so nice. Oh, ahhh, this is great. Oh, the p***y juices are gonna shoot. Baby do, oh, they really are. They're gonna spill into you. Oh, swallow the stuff. Come on sweetheart, go after it. Come on, baby. Go after the juices. Swallow them. Oh, baby, come on and swallow them.”

As Judy's hips flounced back and forth, she heaved one loud prolonged sigh. Barney could remember it so well, even years later, some twenty-five years later, to be more precise. The p***y juices bolted from her mound and into his mouth, and he eagerly collected every droplet of her juices. As soon as he removed his tongue from her p***y, he knew he had to get his c**k juices off.

“I hope you don't mind if I f**k you now,” he said.

“That's your big victory celebration,” she laughed. “Any guy who could score the winning touchdown like that can score a touchdown inside my p***y. So, come on, honey, oh, come on and f**k me. Oh, baby doll, come on and do it. Screw me, sweetheart. Oh, you did such a good job sucking my p***y. Now you can f**k my mound. Dent my hot p***y. Run your c**k inside it. Oh, really drive it. Come on, baby. Oh, baby doll, come on and f**k me. Oh, f**k it. Come on, f**k it.”

“You sound as enthused as I am,” he smiled with delight.

“I probably am. Go to work, baby. Oh, go to work on me.”

“With great pleasure,” he laughed.

Barney recalled how at that point he had reached out with both hands and had slapped her firm ass cheeks.

At that point, however, he returned himself to the present. He recalled Diane's advice. By that point his whole body was drenched with sweat. He could see that he was perilously close to draining himself dry.

He got up quickly from the bench, walking toward the door. He exited the sauna, holding his white towel in his right hand. As he stood outside the sauna, he toweled himself off, then picked up a paper cup, filling it with cold water from the container next to the sauna.

He consumed three cups of water, after which he tossed the cup into the waste paper basket and re-entered the sauna room.