Streetwalking USA

Recently I was working in Reston and the company wanted me to have a posh hotel. Instead, I was austere and said I would be happy with a cheaper motel type, after all, I would only be sleeping there a few hours.

It was agreed, with some ribbing from colleagues, and I ended up at a motel on the edge of town, butted against several car parks and buildings, with two storeys. And a six lane highway nearby.

I would be there for one night only. I had posted on a few sites before travel but had no replies by the time I checked in.

Walking from reception to my room there were several staircases around a central atrium of trees and benches. Very quiet. No cameras. Ideal, really.

By 11pm, I had more adverts on CraigsList and several conversations going on. I was dressed as a slutty French Maid, with 7" heels and I know how to tightlace when alone.

The first reply to my advert said he was outside the hotel. I walked to the car park and found no-one. Walking around, pausing, sitting in the garden, I realised it wasn't going to happen.

Back in my room, there were more replies for the area but I went out three more times, standing on a verandah overlooking a car park or walking past the car park to the road, in a black satin maids dress with white laces, slowly pausing to adjust stocking clips or checking my lipstick under a street light.

There was nothing. Back in my room at midnight, I played with web cams but nothing can compare to an actual meeting and I was quite frustrated.

On cam, I stripped to my red satin corset, red satin and moist panties, satin bra with GG breasts, black Cuban stockings, white patent 7" heels then slipped on a black, micro skirt which was little more than a fanny pelmet! My bulging panties and a few inches of suspenders belt and stocking waited below the hemline. Over this I slipped a red satin blouse, with short capped sleeves.

Wearing Cuban heels and white, slutty high heels, I decided to go street walking and see what would happen.

With every step I had to tug down the skirt hem, but after the first car park I stopped bothering. I walked past a club which was playing music but had no staff visible until i got to the highway. The lights were red, I waited and no cars passed. Then I crossed the road to where workmen were earlier changing tarmac. There was no one. I walked past for a minute, then went back to the highway and the crossing to the car parks and motel I was in. The road was empty.

As I crossed, a car passed. Carried on.

Standing at the other side of the highway, checking my mobile, I kept an eye on the road bit saw no one.

I passed the empty, noisy club and a car glided past, went to the end of the road and turned away. I stopped to adjust my stocking tops. I watched the car pass back and as I ran my hands along my corseted and satin clad body, leaning against a wall, I was sure I had been seen and appreciated. I walked to the t-junction and turned to watch the car.

It left the estate, passing over the highway. But I saw it make a u-turn. Perfect. I smoothed my satin top over my tits, pulled down the micro skirt and lifted one foot in its slutty heels.

The car came back. Turned around then pulled into a parking bay alongside where I stood.

The window did not lower. After a few moments, I walked up and down the length of the parking bay, with my stocking tops well below the mini skirt and my red panties tight and visible. Pausing under a streetlight, in my heels, I was checking my phone as, I had been doing Pokemon. My micro skirt lifted, I rubbed my satin ass, my panties were below the hem.

The window lowered, I leant forward to say hello. Then I told the man inside it was chilly, he popped open the door and I got in. He was younger, with a shaved head, leather jacket and he was taking me in quite happily

Firstly, I lifted my hem, to show my stiff clit. "Is this okay wirh you?," I asked. He nodded, already gripping a tit in one hand.

"What do you want?" I asked.

He did not seem sure, so I took his hand from my tit and moved it to my mouth, slowly sucking the tobacco ends. My other Hand moved across his body, to his jeans. Then to the buttons.

I can do this, I whispered. He shrugged. I told him I had gone for a walk because my hotel was too warm. I was hot and needed cooling down.

He looked about, unsure. Where are you staying? I pointed to the car park. "Pull in there, at the back"

In a minute he had moved his car, then he leant back as I unbuttoned his pants with my hands and sucked on a thumb.

His thick, hard cock popped out. "Shall I suck it?" I asked. He nodded, then grunted as I kneeled on the passenger seat to take him as deep as I could into my slutty cumdump mouth.

I could feel his hands on my as I bobbed down on this thick cook, moving from my my gaping ass to my tits, from the stocking tops to my head to force me down as deep as I could on his shaft.

Thrust after thrust, as I heard him grunt, pumping deep into my slutty cumdump mouth, he was enjoying his slut who loved to be used like this. Several times his hands pushed hard against my head, just as I felt hot spurts of cum in my throat. I gagged, swallowed and used my hands to caress his shaft and ball sack as he pumped more into me.

I have always loved to streetwalk and be picked up, cum over and dumped.

With his cum dripping from my mouth, as i sat back, he made it clear he was done. "Shall I get out?" I asked. He nodded, already looking in the rear mirror to leave.

I slipped out, watched him leave then went back to my room.

Unfortunately no one from CraigLis ever turned up, or the other sites, but just going outside to street walk and be picked up and face fucked til cum dribbled out me, well, that's a perfect night.

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