She was standing at the corner of third and market. It was a foggy January morning in San Francisco. I was in town for a professional conference. Lowering the driver's side window of my rental gave me a better view of her. She held a "homeless, will work for food" sign. She was staring into the morning traffic and seemed oblivious of the falling rain. You could change that sign to "hopeless" from "homeless," I mused.
She was in her late twenties or early thirties I guessed. Although, she looked much older from the wear and tear of the outdoors. Then traffic moved and I lost sight of her.
On my way to my hotel room that evening I saw her again. It had rained recently and her thick blonde hair was plastered on her head. Recovered trash served as clothing, hiding the rest of her body. She held the same sign. On instinct I swerved into a parking garage drawing a honk from the driver behind.
I approached her on the street. She was staring straight ahead of her. I said,
"Hi!"
She looked my way. Her dirt streaked face broke into a half-smile. Suddenly she looked younger. Forgotten beauty peeped from under the dirt. Her eyes warmed for a second. Then they were cold again.
"Hi," she replied.
"You looking for work, huh?"
"Yeah. You got some?" she said, pressing her lips together.
"Not really. But am alone in town tonight. Could use your company."
Her eyes turned ice cold. I could tell she thought I was propositioning paid sex. Am sure she got some of those propositions.
"Am not into that kinda thing...," she said looking away. Her nose turned red.
."..yet." And she looked at me and smiled a sad smile. Whatever run of bad luck she had gone through - still she hadn't lost her sense of humor, I thought.
"Nah. Wasn't suggesting that...you have a dirty mind...I want to talk."
She looked into my eyes.
"Come on, I'll buy you dinner. We'll order in...I have a suite...decent hotel too."
"And why would you do this again?"
"Like I said...could use the company tonight."
She stood in the middle of the living area of the suite. She breathed in the room, her eyes closed. Then gesturing with both hands, she asked,
"So...what now?"
"Now we get you all cleaned up," I said.
"And how do you do that?" she asked. Her voice was playful. Almost.
"Watch," I said.
I walked up to her and held her hands. Torn mitts covered her hands. I pulled the mitts off. Her knuckles had rug burn scars. There was dirt under her nails. Her hands were cold in spite of the mitts.
"Nervous?" I asked.
She nodded silently.
"Don't be," I said.
She was wearing a jacket picked up from a downtown trash can. Smelled really bad. I unzipped her jacket. Taking it off her I let it drop to the carpet. Underneath, a long-sleeved dark blue shirt in surprisingly good condition. Her chest heaved under. Ample breasts I noted with pleasure. I unbuttoned her shirt. Baby white skin peeked from under some serious smut. Hairy armpits. Her ears had turned red with humiliation and embarrassment.
"Just kill me, why don't you...undressing me like this!"
I was undressing her under glaring lights too.
"Try not to think that way...forget hostilities...consider me your friend...just let yourself go completely...let me take care of you please...I want to," I murmured soothingly as my hands continued working on her.
I had to get on my knees to pull her jeans off. As I did, my face was directly in front of her crotch. The stench of pee and pussy hit my nose. I tore her underwear off. A hairy pussy. Smelly too. I wrapped the bath robe around her naked body. The room was cozily heated. Yet she shivered with angst. The warm clean robe seemed to calm her. The shivering subsided.
I walked her to the bathroom. It was equipped with a Jacuzzi. I powered it on. I checked the water temperature and gestured her in. She dropped the robe and climbed in. Warm jets of water hit her skin washing off some dirt and grime.
She lay back and closed her eyes. I shampooed her hair, rubbing her scalp and temples. Then I scrubbed her skin gently. I cleaned her fingernails. Using a razor I shaved her legs and armpits. She spread her legs for me as I shaved her pussy.
I patted her dry with a luxurious towel. I used a hair drier to part her pussy lips and dry her wetness there. Also her armpits and in-between her ass cheeks. Then I put it to its rightful use of blow drying her hair.
On the way to the hotel I had stopped and bought some stuff. One of the items was a red evening dress. I had her put that on. The contours of her body protruded through the dress material. No underwear. Her breasts were full and her body agile.
She sat with her legs crossed on the couch. I mixed a drink from the in-room bar - my favorite for cold evenings - rum and cola. Giving her a glass, I said,
"This should warm up your insides."
