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On the Porch with Breeze

I had just moved to this small town about a month ago. I came here because I could afford it and my disability didn't pay much. My neighbor was an older woman who liked to sit on her front porch on the weekends. She smoked handrolled cigarettes and sipped coffee. She told me her name was Breeze. I had started coming around and sitting with her in the evenings. She was pleasant company. This morning she had spotted me through my kitchen window and waved me over. I poured a cup of coffee and cut a couple of cinnamon rolls out of the pan. I headed over to sit and visit with her. Seemed like a good way to start the morning.

"This country needs something to unify it again," the old woman said as she put the final touches on her hand rolled cigarette and popped the end in her mouth. She pulled a 'blue tip' match from the pocket of her dress and lit it with a quick pop from her thumbnail.

"Whatcha mean, Ms Breeze?" I asked her and I waved at Mr. Stanley as he drove past in his old blue Studebaker truck. He waved back.

"That's the fourth time Mr. Stanley's driven by since I've been here." I observed. "I wonder what he's up to?"

"Oh, it's Saturday morning," Breeze pointed out. He wants to come see me but he won't stop on account of you're here. You'll start seeing a passel of old men circling soon." She exhaled a cloud of blue cigarette smoke and waved it away from her face with her hand.

I smiled and dropped an open ended question, "Gentlemen callers?"

She laughed, "Of course. I'm very popular in these parts. What time's it getting to be?"

I looked at the clock tower on the court house, across the street. "Looks like it's a little after nine," I told her.

"Listen ReaJean," she said, "I'm gonna cut right to the chase. I waved you over here this morning to offer you a business opportunity. I'm getting old and I have no family. I've been fretting about my business and what's going to happen to it, and the people who depend on me, when I can't work anymore. You seem Escort like a good candidate to take it over and I thought I should discuss this opportunity with you. See what you think."

I was flabbergasted. "Well, Ms. Breeze, I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything yet," she told me, "Not everybody is suited to the work that I do. I been watching you though and I think you could do it, if you make up your mind that you want to."

"Ms. Breeze, I..."

"Now, hush up and listen to what I have to tell you, you can ask questions after I'm done if you need to."

I quit trying to talk and nodded my head.

"You noticed Mr. Stanley," she pointed out, "He's a good customer. Comes by here 'bout once a week either on a Saturday or Sunday morning, usually. His boy comes by too, maybe every other Friday night." I only work on the weekends Friday night's from 5 till 9, Saturday mornings from 6 till noon, and Sunday's from 'bout 8 till usually, 2. Sometimes it's later on Sunday, if I'm busy. I usually take care of between 8 and 12 men a day during those hours." She took another long draw on her smoke and waved her hand in front of her face again.

"You take care of 12 men a day?" I asked, "What do you do for them?"

She smiled, "You know, my name's not really Breeze," she said. "Folks just call me that. I think it was that little peckerwood, Charlie Osgood that first called me Breeze. They call me Breeze because I give blow jobs."

I think my eyes must have gotten as big as saucers. I brought my hand up to cover my mouth. I was gobsmacked. I was shocked.

She kept talking, "On any given week I can clear over $3000. On a good week it's closer to 5. I give the cops freebies and they leave me alone. Everybody else pays on a sliding scale based on what they can afford and how I feel about them. The Doc pays the most, I get $275 from him. Judge Meeks gives me $250 every time he visits and he's been known to come twice on the same weekend. He has a tiny little dick and cums real quick so Escort Bayan he's easy money.

"Andy, you know Andy? From the grocery store? He saves up his tips till he has fifty bucks and then he stops by. He's a good kid. The best part is that it's all a cash business. A lot of my customers are married and their wives know all about me. I insist on it because it eliminates any friction that might occur." She grinned, "Well, except for the friction that they're all here to pay for."

My mouth had been hanging open but I popped it shut. "You're offering this business to me?" I asked, and about that time Mr. Stanley's truck came around the corner again. Breeze waved to him and he pulled to the curb. As he turned off his engine and made his way up the walk, she turned to me.

"You'll have to be the one doing all the freebies at first and we'll split the earnings down the middle till you take over completely. After that it'll be all you ReaJean. You in?"

"I think so," I said, making a spur of the moment decision.

"Let me introduce you to Mr. Stanley. He has a cock that's bigger around at the head than at the root but he's a gentleman and he's worth $150. Do you want to watch the first couple of times or you want to jump right in? Oh, and I always take my top off." She said, "I let them fondle my tits. They'll probably like yours better. Yours are younger and firmer than mine. She raised herself up from her chair as Mr. Stanley bounded up the steps.

"Mornin' Mr. Stanley," she said and she greeted him with a hug. "This is my new business partner, ReaJean. She's gonna start working with me." He shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you," he said. He pulled open the screen door and with a flourish waved us both in before him. Breeze unbuttoned the top of her sundress as she walked towards the sofa and perched on the arm. Braless, she shrugged her top down and helped Stanley with his trousers. He had both his hands on her boobs. She had hefty, pendulous breasts; but you could tell that, in her day, she Bayan Escort had had magnificent tits.

She had been right about the shape of his dick. It the shape of an upside bowling pin. She leaned over and kissed the head of his cock and then turned back to me.

"Why don't you take your top off, ReaJean and stand behind me. Give this old swinging dick something to look at."

Breeze's tits are almost 70 years old. Mine are only 34, when I pulled my shirt over my head, she smiled and said, "Ohhh, look at those, I expect we're going to see an uptick in business once word gets out that you and I are now working together. What do you think Mr. Stanley?"

He simply nodded his head.

She used her mouth to put a condom on Stanley's dick and he came quickly under the skillful ministrations of Breeze. I watched her carefully, wanting to learn. After he shot his load she helped him remove the rubber and dropped it in a bin she kept at the side of the couch. He pulled a roll of bills from his pocket, peeled off three 50's and set them on the table.

"See you next week Breeze." He said.

"I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Stanley."

He headed down the porch stairs with a spring in his step, while Breeze and I pulled our tops back on and refilled our coffee cups.

"We gotta get back out on the porch," she said, "or they won't stop. If I'm not on the porch they assume I'm busy with another client. I don't take reservations so it's first come-first serve." We went back outside and she rolled another cigarette. Some time later, a non-descript white Chevrolet pulled to the curb.

"Here's your first one," she said, "Sheriff Houston's coming to call. He's a freebie."

I must have looked a little nervous.

"Don't worry," Breeze said, "You'll do just fine." She turned her attention to the man coming up the walk, "Morning, Sheriff. This here's ReaJean, my new business partner. She'll be taking care of you today, but I'll be monitoring everything and making sure she knows what you like."

He said nothing, just nodded his head. I studied my reflection in his mirrored sunglasses as he studied me. Eventually somebody had to move so I headed over and opened the screen door.

"Morning Sheriff," I said, "come on inside."