It was another one of those many Saturday nights I was staying at the Airport Hilton in Richmond in order to catch my flight back to Toronto departing at 12:30 pm Sunday.
Usually I'd watch a movie, use the spa and go to bed early.. business travel can't always be exciting. This night however was to be different. For starters, Blowhard (yup... the one who posts here) came over for a visit and a drink. We chatted and exchanged intel on a few girls we knew.
During our discussion he mentioned that there was this girl he thought might be out on Fraser near the Kingsway around 9:30 pm. We looked at the time and it was shortly after 9 so we figured we could both scoot down there in our cars and see what was avialable.
After exchanging the description of the make, colour and model of our cars, we headed out. Blowhard got a head start, as I had to lock up the room and go to the hotel parking lot to get my rental car.
Leaving the hotel I headed across the Knight Street bridge and cut over to Fraser heading north to meet up with Blowhard. But I never did meet him that night because when I got to 41st and Fraser (just before the Church's Chicken outlet) out of the side of my eye I saw a girl about to run across the street in front of my car. I came to a quick stop and then she hesitated. This allowed me to look at her carefully.
She was a very pretty looking native barbie doll, slim, 5'4" with curly shoulder length black hair. I pulled into the Church's parking lot and looked at her invitingly. She smiled and got into the front seat of my car.
"Hi", she said, "you're not a cop are you?"
"No", I replied, "I just saw you running across the street and you looked too cute to run over"
"That's good", she replied, "so what'cha doin tonight?" she asked.
"That's a good question", I said smiling, "I guess you could say I'm looking for a girl just like you to spend some time with."
"How much can you afford?" she asked.
Now at this point I thought the place I had stopped wasn't the best place to negotiate any further. I was blocking access to the parking lot of Church's and I needed a little quieter spot to take this conversation further.
"I'm going to pull around the corner and we can chat there, ok?" I said.
"Sure" she replied.
So I pulled around the corner off 41st (the next side street east of Fraser). It was quiet enough and darker and I pulled over to the curb to resume our talk.
"Well, first let's establish how long; how much time you got, I don't want anything rushed?"
"I got all night" she replied.
"Really!" trying to stifle my excitement and desire. "All night huh?"
"Yup" she said flatly. "My boyfriend hit me and I'm not staying with him tonight to teach him a lesson".
"Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" I asked
"Nope, he got the worst of it" she explained.
"Ok.. so you got all night. Hmmm... Well, here's what can happen... I have a place.. in Richmond.. at a very nice hotel... we can go there, you can stay the night.. and in the morning I'll drive you back here or anywhere you prefer. I've got to catch a plane back to Toronto in the early afternoon... but the night can be ours. What'ya think?"
"That sounds ok" she replied, "Can we get something to eat, I'm starved?"
"Sure! I can show you the room service menu and you can order something off that... good stuff... even pizza or steak!"
"Cool! Ok, how much can you afford?" she asked again.
I had been looking at her carefully... she was pretty alright and generally well taken care of. No obvious marks of a drug addicted girl, staight clean teeth and her clothes were clean and in a resonable condition. Her manner was polite, her diction and grammer denoted she had completed some education. The only thing I noticed is that her hair hadn't been washed in a while. This wasnt a problem as I figured I could coax her into a shower before we hit the sack and a pre-cursor to our evenings activity.
"Well, I think we can come to terms about the money," I said, "but I want to tell you I like our night to be like a boyfriend and girlfriend experience. Kissing, hugs, ...you know ... real intimacy.... is that ok with you?" I asked.
"Yah, whatever", she replied, "sounds fun."
"Well... for the whole night... dinner, breakfast too and all... lets say $80" thinking that starting way way low would garner me a price somewhere about $250.
"One hundred!" she replied.
I was stunned. Never in a thousand years did I ever think I would have this opportunity. I nearly let out a quick response... and ethusiastic YES... but then I thought... oh no..don't do that... she'll think she didnt deal good enough. So I thought of something to do to show her I had to think about it.
"Well.... may I feel your breasts... just to make sure your not a cop and this is for real?" I asked.
"Sure" she said.
I placed my left hand down the top of her t-top. She wasn't wearing a bra. What I felt was almost too wonderful to describe. Her soft pear shaped breasts were firm and pert with soft puffy nipples. She couldn't be more than a 34b and immediately felt my body react with a rush of excitement and expectation. I must have felt them all over for about 15 seconds as I looked her in the eye to see any reaction. Her eyes slightly closed when I ran my hand below the curve of her breast.
Carefully being sure not to choke on my next words I said, "Ok, a hundred it is."
"Ok, she said, "Now can we get something to eat, I'm starved".
"You bet," I responded as I pulled away from the curb to head for the hotel. "We'll be at the hotel in less than 15 minutes.. and we'll get you as much as you can eat... tonight is going to be the best for both of us."
End of Part One....
If you would like to read the rest of this evening of pleasure and want me to post it here.... Please let me know and I'll post the next part.
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Usually I'd watch a movie, use the spa and go to bed early.. business travel can't always be exciting. This night however was to be different. For starters, Blowhard (yup... the one who posts here) came over for a visit and a drink. We chatted and exchanged intel on a few girls we knew.
During our discussion he mentioned that there was this girl he thought might be out on Fraser near the Kingsway around 9:30 pm. We looked at the time and it was shortly after 9 so we figured we could both scoot down there in our cars and see what was avialable.
After exchanging the description of the make, colour and model of our cars, we headed out. Blowhard got a head start, as I had to lock up the room and go to the hotel parking lot to get my rental car.
Leaving the hotel I headed across the Knight Street bridge and cut over to Fraser heading north to meet up with Blowhard. But I never did meet him that night because when I got to 41st and Fraser (just before the Church's Chicken outlet) out of the side of my eye I saw a girl about to run across the street in front of my car. I came to a quick stop and then she hesitated. This allowed me to look at her carefully.
She was a very pretty looking native barbie doll, slim, 5'4" with curly shoulder length black hair. I pulled into the Church's parking lot and looked at her invitingly. She smiled and got into the front seat of my car.
"Hi", she said, "you're not a cop are you?"
"No", I replied, "I just saw you running across the street and you looked too cute to run over"
"That's good", she replied, "so what'cha doin tonight?" she asked.
"That's a good question", I said smiling, "I guess you could say I'm looking for a girl just like you to spend some time with."
"How much can you afford?" she asked.
Now at this point I thought the place I had stopped wasn't the best place to negotiate any further. I was blocking access to the parking lot of Church's and I needed a little quieter spot to take this conversation further.
"I'm going to pull around the corner and we can chat there, ok?" I said.
"Sure" she replied.
So I pulled around the corner off 41st (the next side street east of Fraser). It was quiet enough and darker and I pulled over to the curb to resume our talk.
"Well, first let's establish how long; how much time you got, I don't want anything rushed?"
"I got all night" she replied.
"Really!" trying to stifle my excitement and desire. "All night huh?"
"Yup" she said flatly. "My boyfriend hit me and I'm not staying with him tonight to teach him a lesson".
"Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" I asked
"Nope, he got the worst of it" she explained.
"Ok.. so you got all night. Hmmm... Well, here's what can happen... I have a place.. in Richmond.. at a very nice hotel... we can go there, you can stay the night.. and in the morning I'll drive you back here or anywhere you prefer. I've got to catch a plane back to Toronto in the early afternoon... but the night can be ours. What'ya think?"
"That sounds ok" she replied, "Can we get something to eat, I'm starved?"
"Sure! I can show you the room service menu and you can order something off that... good stuff... even pizza or steak!"
"Cool! Ok, how much can you afford?" she asked again.
I had been looking at her carefully... she was pretty alright and generally well taken care of. No obvious marks of a drug addicted girl, staight clean teeth and her clothes were clean and in a resonable condition. Her manner was polite, her diction and grammer denoted she had completed some education. The only thing I noticed is that her hair hadn't been washed in a while. This wasnt a problem as I figured I could coax her into a shower before we hit the sack and a pre-cursor to our evenings activity.
"Well, I think we can come to terms about the money," I said, "but I want to tell you I like our night to be like a boyfriend and girlfriend experience. Kissing, hugs, ...you know ... real intimacy.... is that ok with you?" I asked.
"Yah, whatever", she replied, "sounds fun."
"Well... for the whole night... dinner, breakfast too and all... lets say $80" thinking that starting way way low would garner me a price somewhere about $250.
"One hundred!" she replied.
I was stunned. Never in a thousand years did I ever think I would have this opportunity. I nearly let out a quick response... and ethusiastic YES... but then I thought... oh no..don't do that... she'll think she didnt deal good enough. So I thought of something to do to show her I had to think about it.
"Well.... may I feel your breasts... just to make sure your not a cop and this is for real?" I asked.
"Sure" she said.
I placed my left hand down the top of her t-top. She wasn't wearing a bra. What I felt was almost too wonderful to describe. Her soft pear shaped breasts were firm and pert with soft puffy nipples. She couldn't be more than a 34b and immediately felt my body react with a rush of excitement and expectation. I must have felt them all over for about 15 seconds as I looked her in the eye to see any reaction. Her eyes slightly closed when I ran my hand below the curve of her breast.
Carefully being sure not to choke on my next words I said, "Ok, a hundred it is."
"Ok, she said, "Now can we get something to eat, I'm starved".
"You bet," I responded as I pulled away from the curb to head for the hotel. "We'll be at the hotel in less than 15 minutes.. and we'll get you as much as you can eat... tonight is going to be the best for both of us."
End of Part One....
If you would like to read the rest of this evening of pleasure and want me to post it here.... Please let me know and I'll post the next part.
SC
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