I had been driving since early that morning. As I have been known to do in the past, I took an exit off the interstate, and drove the back roads for quite a way, enjoying the scenery, and stopping places that I wanted to. Finally, after getting back on the interstate, and reaching a larger city, I decided it was time to stop for the night, and get some rest. Turning off onto a main street in the city, I began to look for a reasonably priced motel. It didn't take long. I quickly produced my credit card, and paid for the room. I took my bag from the truck, and unlocked the door to the room. The room was clean, and appeared freshly remodeled. It was apparently meant to be a handicap room, as it had a larger than normal bathtub and shower at the rear of the room. Two queen size beds, a small table and chairs, a small sofa, and a table with the television made up the rest of the furnishings.
I unpacked what clothes I would need, hanging up a clean shirt, and left the rest of my stuff in the bag. No need to drag everything out. I realized now that I was hungry, as well as tired, and decided to find a place to eat. I stepped out the room door, and noticed that next door was a Texas Steakhouse. This looked good, so I decided to try it. Since it was in walking distance, if I wanted to have a drink or two, no problem with driving!
I walked over to the steakhouse. It was getting late, and there were very few customers left in the dining area. The staff was trying to get things cleaned up, so the hostess asked if I would mind sitting in the bar. I told her that would be fine. I had a seat at one of the tall tables, and ordered a drink, while waiting for my food. The bartender did good, using a large glass, and mixing the drink just a little strong. Obviously, he was hoping for a good tip. He soon brought my food, and asked if I wanted a refill. I said sure, and he soon returned with another large glass. It was also fixed the same way. I soon began to feel a slight buzz from the alcohol, which was helping to relax me after all the driving I had done earlier.
While eating, I looked around the bar. There were only four people left, and they were sitting at the bar. A young guy, appearing to be in his early twenties, maybe, and two women to his left, maybe in their forties or so, occupied three of the seats. To his left was a woman who appeared to be younger than the other two. She was dressed nicely, in a short black skirt with a slit on each side, and a silky looking black shirt, tucked into the skirt. The shirt clung nicely to her breasts, which stood out quite nicely. Black pantyhose encased a pair of very firm looking legs. She and the guy next to her were talking quite a bit, and I turned my attention back to my dinner, glancing her way only occasionally. The lighting was low, so I had not gotten a good look at her face, which was framed by shoulder length dark brown hair. Soon, the other two women and the guy paid their bill, and got up and left. I had assumed that she was with them, but now I decided that I was wrong. By now, I was finished with my meal, and my last drink was gone. I got up and took my check over to the bar so I could pay. I stood beside the seat next to her as I gave the bartender my credit card. I noticed that she was drinking a beer, and that her mug was almost empty.
I looked over at her, and taking a chance, asked if she was going to drink alone, or if she would like some more company. She smiled, and replied that she would welcome company. I sat down, and told the bartender to get us both another drink. He returned with them, and we sipped them as we talked. I now could see her face. She was pretty, and had soft eyes that were framed by her dark hair. I guessed her age in the late twenties, but she later told me she was 36. We talked about several things, my trip, and what I had been doing. She told me that she had 2 children, and lived in a town about an hour from the one we were in. She said she came down here now and then just to get out away from everything there. I told her I could understand that.
After another refill of our drinks, I asked her what her plans were for the rest of the night. She replied that she needed to call a friend of hers to bring her some gas money, as she had left her ATM and credit cards in her billfold at home. She had enough to pay for her dinner and a couple of earlier drinks before realizing that she did not have the cards. She also said that as foggy and rainy as it was, that she really hated to drive back, but that she had to be at work the next morning. I told her that I would be happy take care of the gas for her. She said she appreciated that, and called her friend, and told her not to come. Feeling a little braver, I told her that I was staying overnight, and that my motel was right next door, and my room had two perfectly good queen sized beds. I said that she was welcome to stay and use one of them if she wanted to. She replied that she still had to be at work in the morning, and that she probably better drive on back.
We sat and drank and talked a little more after that. We talked about various things that we liked. At one point, I mentioned that I liked short skirts with slits on sexy women. She asked if I thought she was sexy. I replied in the affirmative, and she smiled and said that I must like her skirt, in that case. It had ridden up to more than mid-thigh by this time, and as I glanced down at it, I said that things looked pretty good to me. We talked a little longer, then she asked if my offer of the extra bed was still good. I replied that it was, and she said that it would probably be better if she did not drive tonight. I said that I thought that was a good idea. I paid for our drinks, and we left the bar, carrying what was left of them with us. We walked across the parking lot to the motel, finally reaching my room. I unlocked the door, and we carried our drinks in and sat them on the table. We sat down, and talked a little longer. There was nothing good on TV, so I told her that I thought I would go ahead and take a shower, so I wouldn't have to the next morning. I told her to make herself at home, and I'd be out in a few minutes.
I went to the bathroom, stripped my clothes off, set the water at the temperature I wanted, and stepped in the shower. As I started soaping, my hand reached down and stroked my cock, which was already getting hard. Just being around her had caused it to begin to stir quite a bit. As it reached its full hardness and length, I heard a noise, and Amy stepped into the shower behind me. She smiled and asked if she could join me. I gazed at her firm, naked breasts, and said that I'd be happy for her to. She took the soap from me, and took over what I had started. With my back to her, she proceeded to soap and wash my back, and then pressing her breasts up against my back, reached and took hold of my cock with her soft hand. She remarked that it appeared that I had started without her, so she guessed she'd have to catch up. She washed my cock and my balls, then all the rest of me. I turned around, took the soap and started on her. First her shoulders. then her breasts, soft and firm, with very little sag to them. I made sure they got proper attention, especially her hard nipples. Then I moved on down, her belly, then to the smoothly shaved area between her thighs. She moaned softly as I washed her pussy, then her ass and thighs. Finally we both rinsed the soap away, and stepped out on the mat. With big bath towels, we dried each other, making sure not to miss any spots.
We walked out of the bath, and into the bed area, to the small sofa. She told me to sit down on it, and realizing that this was no time to argue, I did. After I sat down, she sat, facing me, and straddled my lap. Her arms went around my neck, as we started kissing, lightly at first, then more deeply, our tongues meeting and entertwining. My hands went to her breasts, cupping and caressing, my fingers lightly squeezing her nipples. She shuddered and moaned as I rolled them between my fingers, squeezing a little harder. One of her hands slid down my belly and found my cock, standing up hard between us. Our kisses broke, as she leaned back just a little, to stroke and play with my cock. Her hand moved up and down it, slowly jerking me off, as my mouth went to one of her breasts. My lips found a hard nipple, and sucking it into my mouth, I ran my tongue around it as I gently sucked on it. Gently I nipped at it with my teeth. She moaned a little more, and began to squirm around on me. I could feel her wetness on my balls as she moved against me. She took her free hand and slid it down to her pussy. She slipped her middle finger inside her wet slit, and moved it around a little. Then she slid it out, and presented it to me to taste.
My mouth left her nipple for a minute and she slid her finger inside my mouth. Her juices tasted wonderful, with kind of a sweet freshness. That, of course, made me hungry for more. I told her I wanted to eat her, but she said to wait, all in good time. She slid back then, down on the floor, and spread my legs. I slid down a little, so that my ass was right at the edge of the sofa. She proceeded to run her tongue from my knee all the way up my thigh to my cock. She took it in one hand and again slowly stroked it, as her mouth slowly licked the underside of it from the head all the way down to my balls. She then started on them, licking and sucking them, playing with them with her mouth and tongue. My cock throbbed a little in her grasp, and she looked up and said that I better not cum yet. I told her she better be careful what she was doing, in that case. She firmly squeezed the base of my cock with her fingers until I calmed down a little. Then she ran her mouth back up my cock and took the head in her mouth. She slowly took it all in until her mouth was at the base of it. She moved up and down it, gently sucking as her tongue did wonderful things to it.
