I spotted the tall, thin blond girl sitting on the corner right in the middle of the zone. When I drove by, she glanced at me, but I was unsure if she was looking for a date. I turned the corner and pulled to the curb about 100 feet down the street, then looked back to see if she was walking toward me. She was. Good. She got into the car and I drove about a mile to get away from the hot pickup spot, then pulled over to the curb. Looking her over, I realized she was really tall – probably over 6 feet. I asked and she confirmed, 6’1″. She didn’t look wasted by a drug-based life style: her skin was clear, she had white shiny teeth, and all were there. She was slender but substantial, not a stick figure. She had ash blond hair that was pinned up into a tight bun. She was pretty and had a great smile. Her name was Alexis.

“Cop check,” I said, and she pulled down her top, exposing small A-cup breasts with big, fat, nickel-sized nipples. I cupped each breast, rubbing on the nub, which grew hard to my touch. “Definitely not a cop,” I said.

“Now you,” she said, so I unzipped my pants. She reached inside and gently grasped my rapidly growing cock. “Ooh my, nice and big, just the way I like it.” We discussed the menu, with appetizers, entrees and desserts and their prices. Everything was reasonable, so I selected the blow job option. We drove to my favorite spot, which was safe and nearby. I handed her $20 and undid my jeans, dropping them down to my ankles. Alexis reached over and held my cock in her left hand. It was growing harder by the minute, especially when she turned in the seat and dropped her head into my lap.