I lurked in the dark, watching the cars go by, a few slowedbut didn’t stop. The girls I saw were dressed simply or tarty, it most looked unwell, man... thin and I really stood out as the middle class woman I am. I had never thought that for many working on the street is the shit end of a spectrum with high class 5* hotel escorts. All trying to make a living. But I was not doing it for the money, but because it excited me, it satisfied my desire to experience rough and dirty sex at the sharp end,. At 7:00 I picked up my SUV from the valet and left for Wrightman Construction. On the way I stopped at a Starbucks where I bought a large cup of coffee and a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle. At 7:30 I pulled into the parking lot of the Wrightman Construction office. I waited in my car, drinking my coffee and reading the newspaper. At 7:55 I went inside. A middle aged blond with a pretty face, wearing a low cut blouse that exposed an astonishing amount of her ample cleavage, was seated. That’s where I saw her. She was a tiny little thing– I stink at guessing heights and ages, but she was probably not much more than 5 feet tall. She looked to be of Asian or Polynesian decent (yeah, I suck at guessing backgrounds, too). She was standing on the wooden bridge, right at the point where the nudists first come into view. Oh – I guess I didn’t mention; what makes Haulover stand out in my memory so vividly is that it’s Florida’s only actual legal nude beach. I know for a fact that if. I grab her ass cheeks, squeezing them. I slide a finger down, feeling my now soaking member as it glides in and out of her, then back up, The pink flower, he anus.I begin teasing and poking it. My fingers are now soaked with her fluids. I insert a finger. She sits up. "What is it you are wanting?" She asks."Well..." I mumble."Say it, say it and I might do it." She teased."Anal, I want you in the ass." I state assuredly.She nods.She takes me out and lays on the bed next to me, spooning position,.