I took us a little over an hour to drive from Carmel to Watsonville, the California speed limit of 55 miles per hour was strictly enforced in 1952 and I didn't want get a ticket. We mostly talked about sex and girls and what to expect when we got to our destination. For the most part I listened to my pal Mike— there would be fantastic women there, four or five to choose from, all young and pretty and knew how to please, they charged this for that and so much for that. I took in what he was saying intently for virtually the entire trip, while using my imagination to place myself in all the circumstances he described like only a horny virgin teenager could. Of course, I never let on I was still one to him or anyone else that I knew. When we finally got near the end of the little town's main drag, he told me to turn right and then, after a couple of short blocks, where to turn left. He then had me slow way down so he could make sure were we there— we were and I parked up the street a ways so as not to be too close to our destination. Looking around at the shabby assortment of one story wooden building's, lit dimly by naked street lights affixed to wooden poles, I realized my initial enthusiasm had turned to nervousness. "Too late now,' I thought to myself as we headed up the path to a porch that looked like it was illuminated by a twenty-five watt bug lamp. Next I spotted the faded sign, "Rooms For Rent," in the dimly lit front window just as Mike pushed the door's bell button.
"What do you two boy's want?" said the woman, wearing a starched white maid's cap and fancy apron over a black uniform, while peering at us over the locking chain that kept the door ajar.
"I've been here twice before and have brought my friend." Mike said. After first closing the door then reopening it, we were allowed into the entrance hall before the door was closed and locked again.
"Is he old enough to be here?" She said looking directly at me.
"He's eighteen, just like I am, he's OK, has ID to prove it, and I've been here twice before with my older brother." Mike answered. She then opened another door and motioned us to follow her through it.
Stopping a few steps down the carpeted hallway and pointing into a large room filled with stuffed furniture and chrome plated smoking stands she said, "You can wait in here. I'll have the girl's come down but it will be a few minutes as the new shift starts at seven and it's only a few minutes till. It won't be long and I might find someone who is ready now."
Mike led the way to a medium sized leather sofa, we sat down at opposite ends and I moved a floor standing ashtray between us and got out my pack cigarettes. Holding a shaking Zippo lighter while trying to light up, I realized that my nervousness was now tempered with fear. Trying not to show it, I asked him a question that I knew the answer to. "What did you call that combo thing you said I should get?"
"Get a 'half-n-half', for sure, that way you'll get both a blow job and get fucked, like I told you." And just as he said that, another door opened and a young girl, wearing a light green play-suit and black ballet slippers walked in. She was alone and came over and stood by the ash tray in front of us. Then she held out her arm towards me, pointing at my cigarette as if she wanted it. I gave it to her and she took a long drag from it while looking me straight in the eyes, and I noticed she had black mascara lightly applied to her eyelids which highlighted her striking green eyes perfectly, before handing it back. When I took it, I got my first smell of her perfume.
"Hi, my name is Penni, have either of you been here before?" She asked, without breaking her gaze on me.
"He has, but I haven't, most call me Sonny and that's Mike over there." I said while standing up, then followed with, "Can I go with you?" While looking over at Mike.
"Of course you can, but there are some more girls coming down to meet you soon."
"I like you," I said while handing her my cigarette package, then added, "Besides, he doesn't smoke." While looking at Mike who was nodding his head to indicate he wanted to wait and see the rest of the girls and thought I should also.
"We won't be able to smoke in the back, so thanks," she said while taking one before handing me the pack back. I popped the lid of my Zippo and used my other hand to steady it while I lit hers. Then we both stood there looking at each other, while taking huge pulls of smoke and blowing it out with gusto. This gave me time to notice how small and slight this beautiful little girl, with light brown hair, was. Moments later, as if on cue, we put them out simultaneously and her hand went from her crushed Malborough in the ashtray and straight into mine. Pulling me lightly to follow her we both left the waiting room hand in hand.
Back in the hallway she pulled me close, kissed my mouth lightly and told me she was glad I had chosen her. I'm six feet two inches and towered above her, she was probably only a little over five feet, maybe five two at the most, and didn't look old enough to be working there. After a few steps we were in a large room with numbered doors around most of it's perimeter. In the middle, standing next to a desk, was an older blonde woman, with her golden hair casually piled on top of her head, watching us as we approached. She was a splendid looking lady, wearing only high heels, very tight black satin shorts and a very sheer finely net black blouse that flattered her bust and revealed her large rosy nipples.
"Hi, Penni, is your young man old enough to be in here with you?" She asked sternly, in what I detected was a German accent, while continuing to look me over. My first thought was that she was a whore and Penni was only bringing me back to meet her and I was expected to do my deed with her. I was still concerned that Penni was much too young to be doing what she was doing. I was instantly relieved seconds later when Penni answered her, "Marcy checked him and said he was fine, he's eighteen and here with a friend that's been here before that she remembers."
"That's fine, you two can use number six," she said while switching her gaze to the both of us, "I'm sure you will both enjoy yourselves."
Still holding her hand, I followed Penni to our designated door, she opened it, and went in first with me behind her, Turning on the light much like she was a bellhop showing me a room in a cheap hotel. She closed the door but didn't lock it. There was a double bed with a faded light blue cover, two very plain chairs and a small table with a little shaded lamp sitting on a lace doily, a wall sink next to a small cupboard and a towel rack holding a stack of what looked like a few small white towels and some large ones. A huge mirror was on the wall next to the bed. Hanging from the center of the ceiling was a round white globe lamp that bathed the little room in soft light that you could almost read a newspaper by. Everything looked well scrubbed and very clean like it had just been made up. "So, how's this?" she asked as I turned around and faced her.
"Everything looks great, especially you!" I replied while looking at her full length and trying to regain my composure and concentrate on why I was there.
She was standing by the closed, but unlocked, door looking me over as if she wanted to size me up before taking her hand off the door knob. Then her distant expression turned to a little smile that looked almost devilish as she tilts her pretty head and begins unbuttoning, then almost immediately steps out of her skimpy play-suit so that her lovely slender body is bared except for tiny sheer black panties and the ballet slippers she was wearing. I couldn't believe my eyes that I was standing in front of this magnificent little creature. She had a slim figure and a look of complete innocence that suggested she was only still blooming into womanhood. I immediately locked my eyes on her breasts as they were not like any I had seen before, small and pointed with incredible rosy nipples, about the size of a silver quarters that were surrounded by creamy white skin that merged into a tan line from a two piece bathing suit worn recently. I thought that her nips looked so anxious to be kissed, sucked and fondled that they were going to fly across the room towards me. However, inside I could feel I was beginning to loose my nerve and I wasn't at all sure how our activities were supposed begin. Then her little smile turns to a big one and she slowly does a couple of stylish pirouettes giving me the opportunity to admire her from every angle and sticking her butt out at me provocatively on the turn around. When her posing was over her expression changed again, this time to a vampish look, then she took two quick steps towards me, reaches out and grabs my belt while pulling me roughly towards her.
"My turn to have a good look at you," she said laughingly as she deftly undoes the top button then the fly on my jeans and gropes for my business over the top of my shorts, which were soon down to my knees along with my pants. While holding on to my penis tightly she told me, "you can step out of those now, you won't be needing them for awhile," then kneeled down in front of me for a closer look which gave me another angle to briefly wonder about those cute tits of hers before looking down at what she was doing. I was more than a little embarrassed when I saw my semi flaccid dick laying across the palm of her hand while she starred at it intently. It and my underwear was soaking wet with gooey pre-cum. Using her thumb and forefinger she pulled back my foreskin to reveal the glistening purplish head and lightly ran the tip of her index finger over it in little circular motions. "Obviously you have been thinking about this for quite awhile." She said before letting go of it then getting up and heading for the sink. In seconds she returned with a box of white tissues. "Isn't the chance to have some strange sex an amazing driving force to get you all excited? So how far did you guys have to drive to get here?" She asked after she cleaned dried it and got her head down really close for a better look.
"We drove over from Carmel, which is a little over an hour away. I've never been to a whorehouse before and my buddy was telling me all about it and I got pretty worked-up hearing all about it."
"Got you horny and all riled up, did it? I've never been to Carmel, but I hear it's very nice. Do you live there?" She said playfully while trying to jack me into a full erection, then added, "are the girls there hot to get screwed or is it a big hassle to get any ass there?"
"Well, that's the reason we're here. We met a couple of them on the beach today, both really cute and doing all they could to show off their bods for us in their bathing suits, drank our beer and flirted like mad but when we tried every way we could to go out with them later they turned us down cold. Just a couple of snooty prick-teasers. That's why we came here. We've both been horny as hell since being with those two."
