Eliza
The stranger is younger than we are by at least ten years, attractive with dark hair and a wide smile that gleams under the bug-infested lamp over the door.
He looks harmless and I consider his request. Could he be a serial killer? Of course he could, but something in his demeanor indicates that he's just a guy in need of a shower.
"I know, I could be Ted Bundy in disguise." The stranger reads my mind, knowing that I'm the one who has to be convinced of his non-serial killerness.
"Look, I'm Dave Manning, from Ohio and I'm on my way to see my sister's new kid in southern Florida. I just need a quick shower and I'll sleep in my truck tonight, be on the road early." As he's speaking, he pulls out his wallet, opens it, grabs a plastic card and hands it to me.
A quick glance shows that what he's said is echoed on his DL, so at least he has some documentation. I'm not wholly comfortable with the thought of him in the cabin with us, so I turn to you and suggest, "Hey, how about we let him shower in peace and we grab some food across the road over there at the diner? When he's done, we'll come back and settle in the cabin."
Dave looks from me to you, and nods. "That would be awesome! I've been driving since early this morning and just feel gross. This heat has been too much, even the AC can't keep up, and that storm...whoooeeee, I think it's hotter now than it's been all day!"
You're okay with that agenda, and even though you and I are pretty gross ourselves from the heat, the motorcycle ride, floating in the pool and cavorting with a couple of strangers, I'm more hungry than I am in need of a shower.
We hand over the old-fashioned door key to Dave, who hops back in his truck and drives the short distance to the cabin, which is far enough away from the rest of them that it likely had originally belonged to the property owners.
"Let's just walk across the road," you suggest, both of us tired of resting our butts on the leather seats of your bike.
I'm game, and we hold hands as we cross the deserted road and walk down to the restaurant. As we get closer, I can see that there are very few lights on inside and only one car in the parking lot.
"Uh oh." We both speak at the same time, as we get closer and see the Closed for Remodeling sign on the door. From inside we can hear the sounds of a saw cutting through wood over the mournful tunes of a country song.
"Damnit," I mutter, my grumbling stomach loud now in the quiet as the saw stops. "Guess it's chips from the vending machine for dinner tonight."
"We can hop back on the bike and head towards the next town, I think it's only around thirty miles," you tell me, aware that I can get cranky without food.
"Nah, I'm good with some chips and a Coke," I mutter, vowing to myself that it would be enough. "Let's go back."
We trudge back across the road and towards the cabin. "Do you think he's done?" I ask you, "It hasn't been very long."
"Could be. If not, I'm sure we can sit on the porch and wait."
When we arrive at the cabin, the front door is open, the screen door keeping bugs and other nocturnal visitors at bay. Inside we can see Dave, a pair of jeans low on his hips and shirtless, walking from the bathroom into the living area.
"Hey, just got finished," he calls out. "C'mon in, I'll grab my dirty stuff and go grab some dinner too." As he speaks, he realizes that there hasn't been enough time between our goodbye and coming back for us to have eaten.
"They're closed, aren't they?" he asks miserably, and we both nod. You open the door, we walk in and the heady smell of a freshly washed body wafts towards us.
Dave is tan, his skin a dark copper in contrast with the light blue of his eyes, and I'm suddenly aware that he's not just some stranger we walked past, but a very attractive man. In our hotel room, with the bedroom just behind the half-wall of cabinets.
"Stop it," I think to myself, but I feel your arm come up around my shoulders, and I know that you have clued into my abrupt awareness.
Dave is no idiot and he sees your gesture for what it is; claiming me and issuing a warning to him. "Guys, let me grab my clothes and I'm out." He smiles that disarmingly genuine smile again.
"I know the diner is closed but I can run into town and grab some food if you two want," he offers, "I'm not sure what they have to eat, but I'm almost hungry enough to eat just a couple of fast food hamburgers to tide me over."
"Sounds good to me," I turn and raise my eyebrows, "How about you?"
"Couple of burgers and a shake sound like heaven right now," you agree and reach for your wallet.
"Nope, it's on me, for letting me share your shower," Dave says, then stops and shakes his head. "I mean, sharing your room shower with me." This time I can see a red flush rising under the dark skin of his face.
"I'm gonna stop there and just buy dinner for you." He quickly pulls a tee shirt over his head and slips his feet into his Sperrys. "Vanilla or chocolate shake?"
"One of each," I answer for us, feeling the shift in the atmosphere of this small cabin. We've all become aware of each other as strangers, but there's an intimacy in being so close to a bed.
You and I have been fucking like mad for days, and our erotic encounter with the younger couple today has made me far more aware of myself as a sexual being than I have in a long time. Dave is cute, he's here and so are we. Thoughts of what we could make happen here in this room rocket through my brain and I shake gently against you.
"Damnit woman. Do you ever shut off?" You look at me as Dave sidles past us and says loudly, "I'll be back in a bit."
"Gives us time to shower." I smile at him, and he flushes deeper, nearly racing out the door. We both watch as the truck lights come on and he backs out to the dirt road, turns around and heads towards the main road.
"Bet you he doesn't come back," you laugh aloud. "You've scared him off."
"He left his suitcase, he'll be back." I point at the open case on the kitchen table. "We should have a quick shower and be dressed when he gets back."
"Dressed?" Your eyebrows are raised as you look at me. "Don't you want to add him to your list of conquests? Maybe you should be wearing just that tee shirt and not much else. You'll make it clear where you stand."
