The steam rising from the damp streets was very pretty.
Due to fogged car windows, the two occupants in the back seat were not seeing any of it.
Mind you, they were busy and likely didn't care. In fact, their busyness was probably the cause of those foggy windows.
Chase rose and lowered on her partner's erection. Straddling him with a stocking-covered knee planted on either side of him on the bench seat, she enjoyed the full feeling of this activity.
She didn't know his name. Despite his face being smothered between her bare breasts, she didn't care either. Chase likely would have cared more about seeing the pretty steam rising from the street outside, but it was not a debate that concerned her at the moment.
With her skirt hiked up and breasts pulled out of her sports bra, the straddled man had plenty of access. If nothing else, her thirty-something years in this business had taught her about the importance of access.
Her red curls swayed forward as she looked down at him.
His face was heavily lined and not one that would appeal to her personally. He paid her, in total, without questioning her price. He also he offered no objection when she pulled the condom out. Her job was easier because of those and the fact he had a warm cuddly body. The latter was always an advantage for a working girl on cooler nights.
The cock she was currently impaled on, however, might have convinced her to forgo the condom. Chase guessed he might be sixty, which had nothing to do with his impressive size. However, the cock was rock hard after her long ride, which was remarkable for his age. This, of course, assumed that she was correct.
Nancy has been with twenty-year-olds that couldn't stay this hard.
His right hand gently massaged her breast, and a streetlight through the fogged window caused a glint of light off his wedding band.
Was he married?
Again, she didn't care. She just loved his cock, and it did not hurt that she was getting paid to enjoy it.
*** Alex sat in his armchair, facing the door that Chase entered through. A long neck bottle held a place of honour on the side table to his right.
She smiled at him. She slipped out of her shoes and padded over the thick carpet towards him.
"So?" he asked. His face looked serious in the dark shadows of the room.
"I needed that." She lifted the beer bottle from the side table and took a long drink.
Alex nodded and folded his arms across his chest. "How many lucky guys?"
She set the bottle back down and leaned forward, and kissed him hard. "Just one. Why don't we go to bed and I'll show you what I did to him."
" Careful," Alex growled. His face finally defeated him, and a grin blossomed. "Make this story too good, and I'll insist you go out to recapture your youth more often." He drained his remaining beer before excepting her hand to help him to his feet.
She turned and found his cane against the wall, tucked behind the chair.
He accepted the cane from her and began to limp towards the hall.
She looped her arm under his, both as comfort and support should he require. "I think once or twice a year is enough for that. Streetwalking may have some adventure and even kink, but not the safest way to live."
They made it to the end of the hall with more shuffling than walking. Alex nodded. "Not like you need it to live anymore."
She pushed the call button for the elevator. "No, but it felt good."
"Good girl," he said. "I want you to enjoy it. You've learned enough life lessons."
She leaned down and kissed him hard. Her left hand lowered and gripped his crotch. "Fuck, the lessons. Right now, I want to be reclaimed by this."
He stumbled and almost lost his balance, leading to the two of them laughing.
"I'm happy to reclaim, but get me to the bed safely first."
"Yes, sir."