Nadine and Jo’s BlowJob Swap – PART FIVE

I must admit that I had a really hard time sleeping after dropping Jo off at her apartment. All I could keep thinking about was her out working the streets in the amazingly sweet little outfit she’d shown me in her apartment.

Picture the girl:

1. gorgeous blonde
2. Slim (34-24-34)
3. The sweetest face imaginable
4. Big beautiful deep brown eyes.
5. The world’s most perfect smile.
6. Long silky, dirty blonde hair reaching one third way down her back
7. The sweetest voice
8. Always smiling and eager to please
9. More often than not on her knees giving the world’s best blowjobs

Now picture this outfit:

1. An orange sleeveless half-top that reaches to just below her small but shapely breasts
2. Instead of pants or jeans or shorts or a skirt, she’s just wearing white satin bikini panties that fit her perfectly, nicely tight across her cute little bum; they almost look like part of a swimsuit because they have two layers of material, not one… but they definitely are PANTIES!!!
3. 2 ½ inch black spike heels.

Now picture the scenario:

1. Going back to work her second night as a street prostitute, after having given over one hundred blowjobs during an amazingly busy first twelve-hour shift, wearing tight white hot pants with a red sweater and those same black heels.
2. She loved every minute of it.
3. She just can’t wait to blow even more guys and have even more ‘fun’ tonight.
4. She’ll be wearing the above-mentioned orange demi-sweater, white panties and black heels.

No wonder I couldn’t sleep!!! Not only was I thinking about Jo and her outfit but my own girlfriend Nadene also would be going out again after having given somewhat fewer than fifty blowjobs… and there’ll be two new girls, a pretty brunette and blonde named Connie and Heather who saw Jo giving a blowjob on the sidewalk this morning around seven, thought it would be fun to try prostitution too, and then called Jo to ask what to where and where and when to meet us.

My cock was busting out of my pants in anticipation! THIS was going to be a night to remember!!! I DID manage to sleep, but by two in the afternoon, after less than five hours of sleep I was in the shower. It must have been lots of adrenaline because I did not feel tired at all. I just couldn’t wait to get going.

I guess Jo was too excited to sleep that long too, because she called me at about two- thirty to say that she already was up and ready. She apologized for the early call but said she knew I’d already be up.

“Any time you want to come and get me,” she said.

“What are you wearing?” I asked hopefully.

“What I was wearing last night,” she said calmly. “I can’t WAIT to try those panties out.”

“Bring those jeans and a longer sweater in case it’s cold,” I reminded her.

“I have them both in a little suitcase which you can lock in your trunk and ONLY give to me if I’ve been a good girl and I deserve them,” she said playfully.

“Oh?” I said. “And are you planning on being a good girl?”

“I have absolutely no intention of being a good girl,” she said. “So you’re just going to have to keep those jeans locked up.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” I told her breathlessly.

I think I broke a few speed records getting there. I looked at my watch and it was still only 2:39. I tried to be nonchalant about it, but Man! That elevator felt slow.

I almost fell over when Jo opened the door. Sabrina, her roommate was in the background laughing.

“Hello,” Jo said sweetly.

If she had looked amazing last night, she looked way beyond amazing today. As I’d hoped, she was wearing the orange demi-sweater, white panties and black heels and they looked so incredible on her. But she now had had some sleep so her eyes were that much brighter and her face seemed that much more excited. Her hair had been combed and looked so silky smooth. And she’d fixed up all that smeared make-up.

At Sabrina’s suggestion, she actually was wearing perhaps too much make-up… no… definitely way more than she usually wore. She had black lashes and purplish eye shadow. She wore bright red lipstick applied a bit too broadly. All in all, she looked like almost all the other street whores we’d seen the night before. Except, on her it worked. It REALLY worked. Even with the make-up alone, ANYONE who saw her would know instantaneously what she was doing tonight. Add the outfit… and a cucumber would know.

“What do you think?” she asked as she twirled around. I marveled again at how perfect those panties looked stretched across her trim young behind. 

I looked to Sabrina who called out: “I helped!”

“You… look… like a perfect little whore,” I said candidly. 

“Thanks so MUCH,” she said so girlishly.

“It’s wonderful, Jo,” I said. “You definitely have found your calling.”

“But I can’t forget all my regulars,” she said.

“But will you ever give up working the streets now,” I asked her.

She shook her head. “No waaaaay!” This was just TOO MUCH FUN!!!

“Are you ready to go?” I asked her.

“Uh huh,” she nodded impishly.

“Do you have your purse?”

“Uh huh.”

“And your jeans and sweater in case you need it?”

“Don’t let her have them!” Sabrina called out.

“I won’t,” I said as Jo handed me her little suitcase. “You’re not getting this back until we get home tomorrow unless it snows two inches,” I told her firmly. I was joking, of course. 

“I don’t want them back until there are three feet of snow,” she said. And she wasn’t joking. She was way too proud of her new outfit to let a little snow storm ruin anything.

“So…” I said. “To see Bucky?”

“To see Bucky,” she echoed.

And so we left. A couple of people coming out of their apartments got a bit of a shock, seeing Jo like this. Jo just giggled quietly. People stopped to stare as we walked through the parking lot and Jo just smiled. 

“So, want your jeans back?” I asked her when we got to my car. I knew what her answer would be.

“Of course not, you goose,” she said. “You lock them in your trunk and throw away the key. Or maybe I’ll run back upstairs and give the key to Sabrina.”

“But what if you REALLY want them?” I asked sincerely after I’d locked the trunk back up again, with her spare clothes all in it.

She put her hand out. “The key please,” she said.

“You’re sure?”

“Uh huh,” she said. “I’ll even leave my purse with you so you know I don’t have it when I get back.”

“Okay,” I said, reluctantly handing it to her and then shaking my head in disbelief as she turned to jaunt gaily back to her building. 

Luckily, Sabrina just happened to be coming out the doors before Jo had taken three steps. Sabrina saw us and walked towards us.

“You still here?” she called out.

“Charlie’s locked my suitcase in his trunk and I want you to keep the key,” Jo answered.

“Why don’t you just leave the suitcase?” Sabrina asked when she had reached us.

But I knew. Sometimes it’s more exciting to know there’s something within your reach that you can’t get. And that’s what it was like with Jo. I knew Jo wouldn’t go home early. Now she essentially had NO CHOICE but to spend the next seventeen or so hours wearing nothing but panties and shoes and this skimpy top. And this excited her, almost as much as the thrill of waiting on the sidewalk waiting for the next John… and realizing that, no matter how busy you are, there’s virtually ALWAYS a John waiting.

I handed the key to Sabrina who put it in HER Purse.

“Have fun,” Jo she said as she turned to walk away. Sabrina had a few errands to run and then she would be turning on her cell phone to take Escort calls. She was brave too. But I don’t think she’d ever wear what Jo was wearing right now to work. Jo certainly is a special girl.

And Jo has a special horse and that’s where we were supposed to be headed. So I unlocked Jo’s door and she got in, and then I came around to my side and got in and then we drove into the country.

Jo bought Bucky from her winnings from placing first AND setting a World record for blowjobs by a single girl in the First Annual 24-hour Blowjob Marathon our station organized, promoted and helped sponsor several months ago. Some mischievous newspaper reporter had it in his head that Jo had a horse named Bucky that she practiced deep-throating on, and poor Jo, with her mouth full of cock at the time, couldn’t convince him otherwise. Jo knew news like that would hit the papers and she figured… “Hey! Why not!” So she went out and bought Bucky.

Bucky was maybe her best friend. Every day she went out to see him before work… to talk to him, brush him and pet him and then enjoy him herself. I had a bunch of pictures of Jo having fun with Bucky that Jo herself was very proud of. Some made their way to the internet and Jo thought that was great!

Jo was right about Bucky being really excited about seeing Jo in this new look of hers. As she petted and rubbed him, he repeatedly put his nose down to sniff and rub her panties. 

“You bad boy, Bucky!” she scolded him playfully.

“Do you want me to hold him?” I asked her when she finally settled herself on her knees under him. “Or can I take a few more pictures?”

“Hmm hmm hmm,” she answered. She already was steadying him with one hand on a hind leg and thought she’d be fine.

I whipped out my camera and all three of us had fun.

Given how frisky he was, it’s not surprising that Bucky went quickly. Jo got up and went over to say ‘Hi’ to Midnight, Bucky’s neighbor who also had been eying her with great interest. He also went quickly, so that by three-thirty Jo and I were on our way back to the car. 

“How’s my make-up?” she asked me.

“Your lipstick’s a little smeared,” I told her honestly. 

She climbed in and fixed herself up in the mirror while I had a smoke. Then she popped out and kneeled to blow ME. 

“What do you want to do after this?” I asked her. We weren’t due to pick Nadene up until six. 

“Hmm hmm,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

After she’d swallowed, we got back in the car and I drove to the mall to check my post office box, which happens to be inside the big pharmacy there. I asked Jo if she wanted to come along or wait in the car.

“Do they have make-up?” she asked.

“I’m sure they do,” I said confidently. “I’ll even buy you some if you find something you like.” Hey! Even in panties, most girls can’t refuse an offer like that. And Jo sure couldn’t. She popped out of the car and walked with me into the mall to find the pharmacy, where people again couldn’t help but gawk and stare. 

Of course, no one really could say anything. Jo wasn’t indecent. Wearing a bikini in a mall is allowed. And she could always claim that her panties were part of a bathing suit. But they DID look and definitely felt like panties. Jo even pointed out the store wear she’d bought them as we’d passed it on our way through the mall to the pharmacy. We popped in and she showed me. We found the actual pair on a rack that said: 

“All panties 10% off.”

No doubts now. But let all the gawkers wonder! In that satin section I bought her two pairs that were identical to the ones she was wearing plus a blue and green flowery pair and a light pink pair. I thought the pink pair could be worn as part of another work outfit and she agreed.