The night was boring, not too hot, quite pleasant, but boring. It was past one in the morning and there was only had two

The night was boring, not too hot, quite pleasant, but boring. It was past one in the morning and there was only had two clients since he had started his "shift" several hours earlier. A friend told him that there was football that night, and when the game is Importantly, this is noticeable in the influx of customers. It wasn't a bad place to "work", considering that It wasn't the perfect job, but in that park until now I hadn't had issues. The police didn't bother them too much, they knew they were getting their share. not to throw them out of there, but at least they left them alone. I had even had good luck with her pimp, a man she had known for a long time and respected enough to the girls, as far as possible. He controlled several of those They were in the park that night, and some more in other parts of the city. They say theirs is the oldest profession in the world, and It would surely continue like this for many more centuries. Although that night it was not possible say that he could get enough money to retire. From where she where he was he could distinguish up to a total of about ten girls, although I knew there were quite a few more, spread throughout the park. Some of the girls were "working" at the time, I had heard at least a couple stop and park of cars in the last half hour, I could almost see how the windows had fogged and some moaning came from afar. The girls in that park were quite attractive, not that was a high-end place, that's why there are places with soft beds, sheets clean and services, but still, it was not bad, and customers did not complain of the inconvenience of doing it in the car, a quick and impersonal way of do it. Sometimes a client wanted to spend longer and more comfortable with one of the girls, and he would take her in his car to his house or to a hotel, although this did not It was very frequent. And of course even among the street ones there are categories, and That park was the best, compared to some other areas, especially through the center of the city, where drugs and violence are rampant freedom. One never felt completely safe, but in that park there was a certain tranquility and unwritten rules, which until now no one had broken. At least not in the barely three months that he had been working there. In the heat it is more comfortable to dress lightly and provocatively, and that always attracts more customers, who like to drive through the park to admire the girls, who pose on the edge of the small avenues, between the trees, like their professional colleagues inside stained glass windows in the red light district from Amsterdam. High heels, platforms, miniskirts, tops, short t-shirts and tight, anything, the more sexy and provocative the better, to excite and attract customers. It always works. But that night was very boring. Some girls did I gathered around to chat, others smoked, and everyone simply waited. Sara wanted go home Only two customers and I was bored and tired of waiting. It was said that he would endure one last customer and go home. Gerard had not passed through there that night to check them, and I no longer believed that it would happen. Very few passed cars for what would be normal on a day like that, even though it was diary. Since her last client, some driver had looked at her with interest, but no one had stopped. Not a single car had passed in the last half hour, and Sara was about to leave, when she heard an engine and saw the headlights of a car approaching. He decided to give himself a few more minutes before heading home. I longed for a good bath, something to eat, and some soft sheets between which sleep. The car passed by him, slowly, the driver was making a round to observe all the girls before deciding. As she passed him, Sara could see that he was a young boy with a certain attractiveness, without being precisely an Adonis. The young man looked at her, scanning her entire body with his look as if there were a scanner in his eyes, and lingering on his eyes more than which is usually normal, which surprised her. The car passed by and soon it was lost from sight. He had always wondered what made a boy, who didn't was terribly ugly, he would look for a prostitute in a park. I could understand it of the youngest and adolescents, but those usually go in groups and the majority are virgins. But there was something that intrigued her about a handsome and only looking boy. cheap sex in a park at dawn. And in the end he always ended up thinking about his favorite movie, Pretty Woman, and pining for one day her own Richard Gere would show up, put her in his car and take her out of that life. Their Fantasies vanished and he came back to reality suddenly when he saw that the car from before it happened again. But this time he had a feeling it would stop before her. And so it was. Then the little ritual of every night began: Sara He looked out the lowered window of the driver's door, leaning over to so that the future client had a good view of her cleavage and her generous breasts, a little trick that makes the driver more focused on look at your tits than in other things, and ended up getting into the car; the series of typical and stereotyped questions and answers on the part of one and the other; he agreement for the price to pay; and the business closed. This time was no different, Everything followed the pre-established script, and Sara got into the car and sat in the seat. driver's seat and told the customer where he could park the car to be more intimate. When it stopped there was an exchange of false names, Sara confident, secure, master of the situation, in her role as an expert prostitute for Do not let yourself be intimidated by the client, and the nervous boy, not knowing very well how to behave, not knowing whether to be himself, or act like a tough guy and scoundrel who knows everything. The boy parked between the trees and stopped the engine. HE He turned and looked at Sara, her breasts peeking out appetizingly under her shirt, her thighs, which the short skirt left completely exposed, the mouth, moist and juicy, and the eyes. The eyes again. For a moment Sara felt uncomfortable, not scared, but rather she felt that she was not in control of the situation, so she deflected look and talked about closer and more vulgar topics. He asked what kind of service wanted, and he said that he would like me to blow him, and suggested going to the back seat to be more comfortable. Once they were sitting in the back, Sara unbuttoned his pants and began to caress his cock. But something wasn't right. The boy, who said his name was Juan, He seemed unfocused, as if the whole situation was overwhelming him. Maybe He regretted at that moment what he was doing. That's something that happens to many customers, both young and old, who at the last minute feel pangs of conscience for what they are doing, and end up causing a quite uncomfortable situation. The boy was nervous, he was breathing heavily, and his penis did not stand up. Sara stopped touching him and looked into his eyes, ready to leave, when what she saw left her frozen: tears fell down her cheeks. Sara had never encountered a similar situation. He The guy apologized, said it was a stupid thing and that he was sorry for doing it. waste time. Sara should have gotten out of the car at that moment, she already had the money, and wanted to go home. But... He caressed the boy's cheek and He asked if I wanted to tell him what was wrong. And Juan opened up. He had broken up with his girlfriend, and he was desperate. He had decided to go whoring with the intention of get revenge on her, and now that he was with one, he couldn't even get hard because he I felt stupid and guilty. Sara had had many clients who were looking for scorned a whore, after having divorced or having left their girlfriends, but No one had ever started crying before. Sara didn't know why, but the sadness he was attracted to that boy, it's not that his instincts had surfaced motherly, but she told herself that she wanted to encourage him. They talked, they smoked, and little by little both Juan and Sara became They began to feel better and more comfortable with each other. At one point in the conversation, Sara's hand slid back to his crotch, He caressed her while smiling at her, and this time there was a reaction. The cock began to agitate, now she did react to the contact of the caresses, she became hard, and Sara He bent down without saying anything and caught it between his lips. Juan felt the mouth hot to swallow his member, sucking him like his girlfriend had never done before. The He stroked her hair while he moaned and felt Sara's wonderful mouth, without even knowing. want to realize that he had not put a condom on. Before you let it ran, Sara stood up, took off her panties and sat on top of him, raising her shirt to offer him her wonderful tits. Juan told him that He had only paid her for a blowjob, and Sara silenced him by kissing him on the mouth. Juan felt how his cock slid inside Sara, he grabbed her breasts with his hands. hands and kissed them, licked them, bit them. Her nipples became her entire world, as Sara moved rhythmically, the walls of her pussy surrounding and rubbing the hard and stiff cock. Juan managed to stutter between moans and gasping that he couldn't last much longer, that he couldn't take it anymore, that it was the biggest thing he could do. had ever felt before and he came, with his eyes closed and panting like a animal, feeling Sara's tongue and breath on her neck. They stayed like that for a long moment, until the adrenaline was dissipating and breathing normalizing. Sara got out of him, kissed him and He straightened his clothes, but did not get out of the car. Juan was like in a trance, but little Little by little he came to his senses, looked Sara in the eyes and told her his real name. Sarah she looked back at him and did the same, and she laughed like a fool, thinking that That was the dumbest situation I had ever experienced. But that boy I had something. It wasn't Richard Gere and this wasn't Pretty Woman, but he asked if he wanted to take her home. They changed seats and left. None of the two slept alone that night.