It was a hot day and I said it. "Fucking Spring equinox and all that shouldn't be so hot yet, what's that all about?" Out loud, I said it, yes I did, walking across town, catching looks from other pedestrians.
Stranded here in my desert, my camel left for dead, over every dune I hoped I would see an oasis, a cluster of palm trees, a four star hotel, a canteen filled with good scotch, a massage table, a steak, a pretty young woman with a penchant for bent and broken degenerates like myself. All of those things and more, I wanted, I needed, I craved...but I settled for the last one because with a pretty young woman, a willing young woman, a woman who has learned some tics and turned some tricks I can forget the rest.
My oasis was a penthouse apartment on the west side. I rang the bell and Jenni opened the door. She is half Korean, half Japanese and she looked all sexy in her purple bra and panties. I walked in and her cute moon-shaped face peered out at me from behind the door. She gave me a once-over. I guess I looked ok, so she led me in and started undressing me.
It was nice and cool, the apartment was clean, the bed was big. I handed her 200 bucks and she brought me down the hall to the shower and left me to get clean. This was my oasis, with its cool air and fresh water and more than anything else, a sweet girl with a pretty smile.
Back in the room, I lay down and waited for her. She came in and asked me if I wanted a massage. I told her I didn't need a massage, I needed her. She smiled a little and peeled off her bra and panties and stood before me. Her full breasts with their nice pink nipples, her unshaven thatch of pubic hair, her cherubic face...I mixed my metaphors and looked at her like she was a wildebeest and I was a lion.
Japanese pop tunes played softly on the radio as she joined me on the bed and started lightly kissing my chest as I ran my hands over her breasts and her nice round ass. I had left my camel for dead in the dunes of the East side, but I made it to my oasis nevertheless.
She stopped and kneeled between my legs and asked, earnestly, if I would like a blowjob. "Has anyone ever said 'No' to that?" I asked her, but her face went as blank as the desert is dry and I just said "yes, please." In her broken English she said she could do it with a condom if I wanted. I said I didn't want that, thank you. She asked if I would tip her "good" and of course I said "yes" because my sustenance is touch, human touch, flesh on flesh. That layer of latex is like the Berlin Wall...and so she took my growing cock into her warm mouth.
Palm trees dotted the landscape and a bedouin tribe appeared on the horizon. Her skills were abundantly obvious and I found myself making stupid little noises as she ran her tongue over my cock and sucked it hard and fast and then it was a little too good. I wanted to linger in my oasis, not to evacuate it 15 minutes after my arrival. I asked her to stop and to lay down, and she did.
I planted myself between her legs and ate her nice clean pussy and she made a good show of enjoying herself and then she pushed me back and took me into her mouth again until I was hard. She took a condom from the nigh table and slipped it on me and then she jumped right on top. She rode me like I was the last camel in Morocco and then I returned the favor, doggie style.
This was my oasis and I drank mightily from its waters and rested in the shade of the palm trees and my stolen moments of respite were running out. I lay down and wordlessly maneuvered her into a 69 and dove into her once more while she jacked me off with all the strength she could muster and when I finally came it felt like a dam had burst at the top of a hill.
The sun was setting on my little oasis as I showered and got dressed. Jenni gamely offered to help but I'm a big boy and I dress myself. I handed her a 50 buck tip and we said a friendly good bye.
Down the elevator went, down from the oasis back into the desert, where the sun was beginning to set and the steel and glass in the buildings and the diamonds in all the windows were bathed in a mischievous orange glow. The desert looks better after dark, though it is just as inhospitable as the intolerable heat gives way to impossible cold.
The streets of Rome are filled with rubble and the sands of Midtown are dotted with the remains of the camels we have all left behind. Through the dying light I made my way Eastward, knowing that the warmth I had acquired in my little oasis would sustain me all through the cold, cold desert night.