Reunited 3

Last time when I saw Caroline, I waited maybe 5 weeks so as not to give her the wrong signal that I am loaded. I saw her again to reward her for her effort of capturing me, more than anything else. And since she didn't come to visit, I was in no hurry to visit her home. It takes time and effort to receive guests in your home and to prepare herself just for me. You know she isn't living in a modern apartment or a porshe studio.

In addition, I sensed that her heart sank and her face turned stone cold when I told her casually that last month my cash ran out all because of her. I just sensed; I wasn't looking for the truth nor the verification. It may be, "Fuck! I wasted my time". But more likely she could be disappointed that I hinted that I won't be seeing her that often, maybe never. I think that she changed her mind about giving me where her social media account is. I had to remind her of it.

Who would post your own cute childhood picture on social media all of a sudden? It's time for a welfare check! I'm such a nice person. I texted her screener, giving her the choice of coming to visit soon or I would visit her. Her screener is so nice that I suspected that it's herself. I was expecting my phone to blink in minutes while I went into the shower. It didn't. So I assumed she was busy with something, the reason she didn't come visit for a while. So I enjoyed a long shower.

But I was wrong. Her screener did reply within minutes. The Hangout app behaved differently. The screener asked me if I wanted to visit her before he/she called her. Everything was set. She was too happy to have me.

I arrived, drove around, found a parking space with 10 minutes to spare. I ended up waiting for maybe up to half an hour. For the first time, I felt that her screener may be real. First he/she told me Caroline asked for 5 more minutes to prepare. Then he/she tried to call her for what happened but apparently didn't get through.

I had no problem waiting. It's not like she bumped me for another client or her last client didn't leave on time. But being alone parking next to the meter, all sorts of thought came up, good or bad. I don't think she turned her home into a high volume brothel. She should be far from that desperate. But if she is, her acting is top notch. I really don't mind as I'm getting what I paid for.

Maybe she was getting rid of her boyfriend first and erased his obvious tracks. Or she could be waiting for her boyfriend to leave, who doesn't know what she's doing. In this case, I wouldn't fancy being her boyfriend and I am in a better position that I prefer.

A young woman like her will be very much like Chanel, the original, a natural born liar. Maybe she couldn't find the gift I gave her that she said she hanged it up. Either she was telling the truth or she found it after 30 minutes. But she did forget or couldn't find the rotten empty 2nd wallet that I left last time.

The official story was that somebody put her on hold during an important call. It is plausible. But when I finally went in another wave of thought came to my head. In the last two times, she was very casual, wearing shorts, T-shirts and didn't nothing to her straight short hair. She did makeup obviously, but you won't see it unless you were close within feet.

This time she was all dolled up, her hair stylishly curved with mousse. She had eyelash attachments. She had obviously more makeup on that looked great. She was wearing a sexy pajama robe with nothing in it except for an underpants. If she did all that for me I'm so honored. She didn't even have that eyelash attachment when she came to town. Her hair wasn't even that well done sometimes.

Maybe she woke up late and looked awful after a weekend of partying? Maybe she did that for another VIP client? But it was mid-day.

Her phone did bib a lot in low volume but she ignored it. If BP was still there I would think she also takes those clients. It doesn't pay well but it's quick money when you need it. I thought about that before but she looked so casual. This time she was all dolled up and seemed more probable. Yes, BP is gone but girls had been using all sorts of dating sites. I learned enough not to go into that.

Yes, she kissed the most but the tongue wasn't her thing. The cowgirl was a show and I enjoyed it, with hand-holding and breast squeezing. I was finally going to do a standing doggy on her but her bed was way too high, and her long legs didn't help. But she clung to the bed in a rather awkward position so I could penetrate, doggy style. I did it rough and I knew she liked it in the sense that she knew even though she looked like a teen model, she is competing with all the teens and all those claiming to be teens.

I sensed that her face turned stone cold when I didn't come with all her multimedia encouragements and efforts and asked her to get ready for the final missionary. Once in, I tried to kiss her but she wasn't putting up her lips. There's something off about her so I didn't push. My finale wasn't spectacular either, though she was trying to get an orgasm all alone, or the pretense of it.

With sex out of the way, she was working for the next time. She told me she was a recovering alcoholic, sober for a long time though she still drinks socially. She asked me to touch her bumps behind her head when she was hurt because of drinking.

I wondered if it was too much trouble for her to receive me at her home. She said I'm welcomed anytime.  Maybe I'm really paying too much. I burst out if I could see her on Sundays when there's little traffic. Immediately she told me she will be free the next two Sundays after some commercial work. And she went on to ask if I will come in the morning or afternoon because she will only be free in the late afternoon and after. Ooops, bad mistake. Really, it was too late. She begged me to come like a little girl. My facial expression said it all. Luckily, she would be thinking that I can't come that late, not that I want to come some Sundays after a month, or two.

Now I come to understand a little more about the Trump base. Not that she cared to support anybody. The great America that the rest of the world knows has free high school education, all the great colleges and all the technologies in the world. But if you were born in the flyover states, attending an average rotten school as an average kid, what chance do you have?

If you are too pretty to stay and rot, what do you do? She got out by studying for a low paying profession and took a break to follow her Hollywood dream. Certainly, she isn't doing too well as she is doing it for at least a year now. I can't imagine she living there all alone. If she is living with a boyfriend they would be very miserable. If she is living alone she has nobody. I know because I know where her social media is. If I were her it's hard to go back home.

Lives tough. Even when she was or is working in a classy club/restaurant, someone said that she stood like a sore thumb. Sure yes. This is LA and she is tall, pale white with blue eyes.

I hope her commercials work out and she will be posting more happy updates. Or I'll have to do more welfare checks, lol. Maybe I should go next Sunday hoping for some rewards?

Reunited 2

Life is so interesting with all these twist and turns.

I knew this car is trouble, or the driver, probably a young woman (and sorry for saying this!). This car was in the fast lane, seemed to be in a hurry, but never got anywhere fast, for I was driving in a 3-point mode mostly in cruise mode to control my speed. There were few cars on the freeway but I caught up with her a few times.

In low-speed cruise mode, I was catching up with her again; it seemed that she even couldn't keep the car in the lane during a gentle curve. With only she and me, it seemed that inevitably I was overtaking her in the fast lane. Just when my car was right next to her, she decided to overtake the car way in front of her, signaled, changed lane, and was going to hit me. I made a hard turn right to avoid the collision. Luckily, I knew there were no cars on my right; we passed them all.

I looked at the replay on my dash cam. I turned so hard that it looked as if I was hit. And I felt I was going to be hit so I turned so hard. Her right signal blinked only one once when she turned, meaning that she didn't look at all. The right blindspot is easy to see if she looked. I wasn't even in the blind spot. My headlight was next to her side mirror.

It's OK to be a new driver. But you should stay at home on Friday, 15th! She seemed to be late, staying in the fast lane, didn't know what she was doing. It's OK to be aggressive. Aggressive new drivers will learn fast or be eliminated soon. There was absolutely no sign, no reason for her to change lane. My only mistake was doing nothing. I should have stepped on the accelerator and passed her in one sec rather than 10 with the cruise control. But if I had fewer points I would have left her a hundred miles behind.

The next morning, near the same stretch of the freeway there were three traffic-stopping crashes on both directions within miles.

I had time to reflect in the traffic jam. I could have gone last night for a stupid mistake by someone clueless. Life is so fragile and so unpredictable. What did I do? I went for a massage. Usually, it didn't well without doing research beforehand. But they promised a lineup on the ad! It wasn't to be. I didn't regret wasting my time and money but my other resource.

On a peaceful Sunday, I was supposed to do the taxes at the last minute. It wasn't but usually, it came to that. But I just couldn't do it, as usual. The Friday 13th incident was a good excuse, though my heart beat wasn't even accelerated. My heart pounds every now and then when I almost couldn't stop in time even with electric assisted breaking. Yes, even after I got three points. But I never hit the car in front, not even in the pile-up.

I browsed the pretty pictures at leisure. There weren't many pickings on a Sunday. But it beats a massage at random. Now, this pretty girl caught my eyes. I recognized her pictures. She was so my cup of tea from the neck down, both front and back; she didn't show her face. I would have no second thought taking a risk on her but there were so many others like her but more glamorous, having blonde hair, blue eyes, silly prices. But there was only her on that day, between Friday 13th and the tax deadline.

I felt a little weird when I met her. She looked familiar but if I had met such a pretty girl with a perfect young body, I would not forget! The thought passed me like a light breeze and I would have forgotten all about it if not for life's twists and turns. I was immediately drawn to her pretty face and picture perfect body.

She wore makeup, probably a lot, but she went for the naked look with or without intention. She had straight fine back length hair and perfect teen body slightly fuller than a teen model. The hotel room is bright and she moved around in a two-piece underwear hiding nothing.

Strangely, she had a cold and fake voice that made me at ease. She has a teen voice with a pitch higher than a mature woman.

When I came out of the shower she was naked. I heart lifted and so did everything else, lol. What I didn't see in her pictures turned out to be way better than I expected, her pretty face, her fine hair, skin tone, and texture. Best of all, she got a pair of perfect smallish tits.

Somehow I sat on the bed. She walked to me and I kept her standing there, enjoying her breasts. I squeezed them harder and harder, asking her if she was OK every step of the way. When I wasn't asking and looking at her reactions, I was sucking harder and harder. She was helping with her own hands when I was gentle in between.

In bed, I tried to start from her toes. She dismissed me with her fake voice. Maybe she was barefoot all day long. Usually, it didn't matter unless she was going to kiss me, a lot.

Then I kissed her legs and up to her pussy. I went down on her with my stiff tongue. Her very light, slightly higher pitch moaning sounded familiar. But I didn't think twice about it. I flipped her over and went down on her ass. OMG, it was air-tight pretty. No matter how I dine I couldn't break the airlock. She was enjoying it the same before I flipped her, all the light and girly pitch moaning.

I was already 200% satisfied with her when she blew me. Only that it was pretty good, she put my whole cock into her mouth just short of deep throating. She even crawled forward to kiss me before changing over to ride me. Yes, I already french kissed her with tongue and she passed with an A.

Since I got DFK missionary every time, I remembered my old favorite standing doggy. I said, "doggy", got out of bed and she knew what to do. After some warm-up, I pounded faster and deeper, doing welfare checks on her in each and every step. Before the finale, I gave her a few really deep sharp thrusts that jerked her whole body.

Since she is my new straight A student, I couldn't resist but to flipped her over for the final missionary. With her head high on the pillow, I didn't think she would kiss but I twisted my head and home in her mouth anyway. Not only that she didn't resist, soon I got her tongue. And we kept at it, above and below. And in the heat of the moment, I got the whole tongue in my mouth. Yes, the whole tongue, not possible to get any more unless the tongue was severed. I felt so desirable. I felt her great desire to please me and keep me.

As if the ending wasn't perfect enough, she squeezed me hard to my pleasant surprise. Some women fake orgasm that way. Some show that there are plenty of mileage left in them. Jordon used me as the tool for a kegel exercise to keep her tighter longer. She just did it to please me and I'm not sure why.

But since she was so nice I stayed on top of her for a while longer without the risk of being pushed or otherwise hinted. Now, this is important PSA. Keep your arms around me if you don't mind me to stay on top for a while. And if I rolled over, roll into my arm and cuddle. If you don't hate it what do you have to lose? Afraid of rejection? "Will you love me the next morning?" But I'm paying for your time, all shame on me if there are any.

Before I went into the shower, I doubled back to collect all my clothes getting them ready when I would be done. I didn't know why. It just happened. I found her at the sink trying to freshen up her makeup quick before the mirror. Freshen up is an understatement. She has a large square color palette with at least 36 or more colors. With her cold fake voice, she joked that I was afraid that she stole my clothes. There was really no reason other than I wanted to make the cleanup operation as smooth as possible.

In the tranquility of the shower, it dawned on me why she looked familiar. She was sitting on the bed waiting for me when I got out of the bathroom. I couldn't resist but asked her if she knew Pretty School Girl. I thought it was her cousin who she learned from, in particular, the color palette and the paint brushes. If it was her sister I would be evilly pleased.

"I'm Pretty Schoolgirl", she said as a matter of fact way without flinching. I was speechless. I should have known. There is only one girl that is so seriously into that kind of music; I don't know what kind. When I hinted her to fetch the condom, she came up instantly and crawled quickly to the nightstand, only to skip the current song, telling me that she didn't even know the song. Then she kept on blowing, not getting my hint at all. Her moaning is exactly the same, but now she moaned on both sides.

On the other hand, I knew she was gone for good; she never returned since I last requested her. After a year or so she deleted her account. I didn't realize at the time that her ad says she is 19, the same age she claimed a few years earlier. But she didn't age a bit.

And she has been back for half a year at least. Now, I picked her twice all because of her pictures. Last time, I decided on her after auditioned so many girls. But it was too late. She decided it was not worth it when she wasn't hot property anymore. I was the few left who didn't worth the trouble when she turned up once a while.

She never cared too much; it was she who brought up Chanel II. Is Chanel such a nice girl that everybody helps her out? Chanel told me that PSG introduced her to some big clients. It would be a dream team but I don't think they can go nasty on each other. It would be spectacular to see them make each other orgasm. I don't think I can DFK them in turn with the same passion when I am alone with only one of them. Even Caroline's screener mentioned Chanel. We left it at that because I don't suppose he/she is right to mention other girls' name, and I have enough girls to handle. She had the most potential but since I saw her only once at my beginning of some less fortunate time, I would leave it at that rather than trying to reignite the passion I left a few years ago.

Vivid in my mind was the text from Chanel to PSG, while we were talking naked next to each other after sex. I told her it was PSG who mentioned her and I finally booked her because of that. Chanel immediately texted her, thanking her without words and boosting at the same time about her good catch.

What a difference a year makes, or two. Previously, PSG's idea of DFK was touching my lips with the tip of her tongue for two seconds. I don't know if she was afraid of catching something from me or she was just not into me. I was sure if she was the same to others, she would have received a lot of complaints. Maybe that explains her dwindling client base. But she didn't need to care.

Now, for the first time, I know the feeling of having the whole tongue in my mouth. Yes,  I vacuumed hard uncontrollably when I was fucking her at the same time. But I couldn't have sucked her whole tongue into my mouth if she wasn't willing and took the initiative.

The tax return was easy so I ended up early this year. Immediately I left a message for her screener that I wanted stress relief and a VIP package when she is next available. I wasn't hopeful since according to her record she only turns up once every fortnight to a month. But the next day I received a response from her screener only to find out that he/she tried to sell me another girl. I had to turn him/her down because I had too many girls to handle unexpectedly when I wanted only one, and she was Caroline; it was about time to visit her private home. I got everything I wanted from the three girls. A great picture or two won't do it. A whole gallery may help but I was afraid to ask for it because I didn't want to waste other people's time. The chance that I would try a new girl is low.

I and PSG are like two immortals among mortals, running into and picking each other lifetime after lifetime without trying. Well, maybe just me, lol. I picked her twice among thousands of girls based only on her pictures. The real person is much more than her pictures. Well, Chanel may possibly be better but I wouldn't know. Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance. Caroline is an amazing woman who captured me. The Schoolgirl Next Door will get my time when it's too soon to see Caroline and while PSG isn't there.

Reunited

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