Here’s another story from Old Nick. Enjoy! – Tatyana
It was two weeks away from my birthday, and I had decided to celebrate early–the right way–naked with a woman, or maybe two.
While on my way to Nevada, Mom called. “Nick, there is a huge oil puddle where you park your Jeep!”
I looked down and saw the oil gauge hovering over zero.
So, for two hours, I was stranded in the Salt Flats forty miles from Wendover, with my Jeep Cherokee leaking oil. I kept wondering who I was missing out on at the brothel while I was sitting in my Jeep.
I got out and walked around. A message written with rocks in the sand by the road read, “Welcome home, Elder Smith.” I thought about stealing a few rocks and writing my own message in the sand: “I was on my way to Wells for a good time, but got screwed instead.”
My mom, my uncle, and my aunt brought six quarts of oil. I spent my birthday broken down on the highway instead of in a brothel.
After I made it home, I had a little fun calling brothels with a weird sexual fantasy. I pretended to be a returned missionary and I wanted two women, one to do me from behind with a strap-on, and the other to read aloud from the Book Of Mormon.
Some laughed. Some asked me what kind of drugs I was on.
One of the brothels said they’d do it if I provided my own book.
After I got my jeep fixed, I set out for Nevada again.
I knew which brothel I was going to and made my way up the dirt road. I was wondering if the lady I played with the last time was still there but thought I would choose someone different this time. I was greeted by the bartender, a hot young blonde. I ordered a soda and requested the lineup. When the ladies came out, I chose a lovely brunette named Natalie.
Natalie asked me, “What’s your name?” I said, “I’m Nick.” She smiled and said, “Nice! Two N-names! That will be easy to remember.” She took me on a tour.
During the tour, she asked me where I was going. I told her the brothel was my destination. She seemed surprised.
Usually, those small brothels are pit stops on the way to someplace else.
She smiled and gave me a look like, “I am so gonna give you something special.” The tour stopped at her room.
We negotiated and agreed on a party. She said the Girlfriend Experience was her specialty. I gave her my money, and she did the dick check. This was a new experience; the lady I saw previously didn’t check. I had no idea it was a standard thing until I watched Best Little Whorehouse In Texas.
We sat in a heart-shaped hot tub in one of the suites and talked before sex in her room. We showered before and after the hot tub. About the shower, there was no hot water. A brothel with a bad water heater? Only in Wells.
We got back to her room and undressed. She gave me a blowjob. She did the trick where she had the condom in her mouth and put it on me during the blowjob. I love that trick! It was some slight of hand, magic condom trick. I didn’t see the condom, but it was there. Then she got on top of me. I was starting to guess I was her first in a day or two because she was riding me good. But when we switched positions, my equipment was failing me again.
Again? You’re kidding me!
So I struggled for the rest of the hour we had, and when the intercom came on, “NATALIE!!” it scared the hell out of me. Mood was gone. Natalie was a little disappointed, as was I. But, she was far more level-headed than the lady I played with before. She said, “Would you like more time? I really want to make your experience a good one.” So we negotiated and agreed to forty-five more minutes. We went to the bar. I had to get a drink and use the ATM. She took me back to the room, I handed her the money, and she went to book.
I then had a mental conversation with my pecker.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“My problem? You waited two years!”
“You know why!”
“Man, you better stand at attention when she touches you!”
“We’re not used to women! Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
“You had no problem with strippers when we got lap dances in Washington State!”
“We were young and dumb back then! Because you saw some goofball on a talk show land a stripper at the club she worked at, and you thought you could do the same!”
“She’ll be back soon! Don’t disappoint her or me!”
Natalie got back, and we agreed on mutual masturbation, since why should I have all the fun. Plus, I love watching women masturbate. She had two orgasms. After the first, she said, “I’ve got another for you,” and worked herself to another. It was hot! Now it was my turn. It took a while, and some encouragement from Natalie, which came in the form of light kissing. She wasn’t into dirty talk, but subtle works. What got me is when she knelt by me, rubbing herself, saying, “Come on baby. Cum for me.” My orgasm hit. It hit hard. I get loud when I’m really excited. There were construction workers outside working on the exterior of the brothel. I wonder if they heard me.
Natalie seemed to like it. At least her cheering led me to believe it. Also, I found out that day that I’m a giggler, but it only happens if I’m with someone. So after all that, we cleaned up with wet wipes. She didn’t have a shower in her room. We talked for a bit, slowly getting dressed, telling her that this was my belated birthday trip, and she told me she was glad I made it for this one. I also told her about a few relationships I had, long distance because I was easier to love at a distance, and she asked me why I never had a local relationship. I usually say something like, “I live in Utah.”
All I said this time was, “I have no idea.”
I am actually far more honest with a prostitute than with most people, because who is she going to tell? There are guys that talk up some wacky stuff. They are not impressed. I have been known to let it all out. All my fears, all my frustrations, all my joys. I don’t know why I let it all out. I guess it’s like a confessional, but better.
I then asked if she got a lot of weird requests. She told me about a call that made the rounds for a month, where some wacko called with a bizarre fantasy involving two girls, a strap-on, and a Book of Mormon!
We went to the bar, I bought her a drink and got a soda for myself. We talked for a bit. She told me she posed for a porn mag in the 90’s, though I forget which one. I’d have probably recognized her if I saw the spread. After a few sodas, I was ready to go. Natalie tells me, “I’ll be right back.” After that, the sexy bartender (I wondered if she partied) asked me if I wanted another drink, that it was on the house. One more for the road. Natalie came back, and handed me a business card, gave me a hug, and said, “Thanks for coming,” giving me a big smile.
On the business card was a lipstick kiss, with a message: “Nick, I had a lot of fun. I hope to see you again soon. Natalie. xoxo”
I hope so too, Natalie!