I knew that with the temperature down around zero, the neighborhood bar would be packed with shivering hookers and just a few hard-core drinkers.I too... my time looking around, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light of the bar.Girls of all shapes and sizes to choose from, ranging from fugly to just passable.A smorgasbord of rent-a-twat just trying to keep warm.A hooker faced with a night of freezing her ass off on a corner is likely to be less picky about her tricks.As homely as I am, this can. As the headlights of my car hit her, she lifted her head. What a sad sight she is. I get out and run inside, get what I need and back out to my car. “Mister, will you help me, please.” I grab my raincoat and go over to her, placing it around her shoulders and covering her head. “Thanks, but can you help me? I don’t have any place to go. My boyfriend just kicked me out of the car and drove off. Can I sit in your car and get warm, please?” “Sure,” I said, “come on, I’ll put the heater on high. ”. I started to turn away, wanting to hide the hardening in my shorts before it became too noticeable.“Can you put some cream on my back please?” she asked.“Fuck me ... Cream? ... I’d love to give her cream ... but not on her back” was my immediate thought.She handed me a tube of cream, giving me another peek at her full tits, briefly exposing her hard dark nipples in the process.Starting at her shoulders I applied a liberal coating of cream, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under my. He had confided in me that he was nervous as well. At least I wasn’t alone in the anxiety. So upon arriving on his doorstep with an anxious smile, I was relieved to see that he was normal, just as cute as his pictures and just as tall as he said he was. He welcomed me with a gracious hug and peck on the cheek and I entered his mountain villa. The main room was a masculine space with 2 lazy boy chairs, a rustic paneled wall décor and a gigantic picture window that opened up to a spectacular.