Leaving Fredericksburg, and not that far out Route 16, we found a new chain motel that was nearly empty. It was so new that it probably wasn't taking reservations yet. We stopped, and I went inside. The motel desk was operated by a Pakistani family, a husband and wife team with a small child behind the counter. The woman was quietly mysterious, with dark deep set eyes on an attractive face, and a thin body buried beneath traditional Pakistani clothes. I asked to see the room while Louie parked the Mercury. It wasn't as if we had a choice, it was late afternoon, but I always want to cameo a room. The husband directed his wife to do the showing, and when she bent over for the pass key she surprised me with a view of her dark breasts and nipples.
We walked past a small outdoor pool that was sparkling clean, and from the lack of cars parked anywhere, my hunch was that we had the place to ourselves. Our hostess didn't say a word to me, and she opened the door of the very first motel room next to the pool. The room was so new that it had a fresh carpet odor. I walked to the bath and flicked on the lights and fan, I felt the mattress, flashing as much of my own boobs as I could discretely do, and trying to see if she was paying attention.
"The room is fine," I said, "but we will need more towels."
"More towels?"
"Yes, I am going to take a swim. Please bring me extra towels."
Then I motioned to Louie that we were taking the room and waited as he brought some baggage in. "Let's take a short swim before we loose the sun, we've had a long day" I said to him. "Where's my bag with my swimsuits?"
The door was standing open while Louie went back and forth with travel bags. Each of my bathing suits were buried with my clothes. With the bag open on the motel bed, I undressed and fished through it looking for my green thong bikini. Louie was trying to chill some white wine in cold sink water.
Suddenly there was a tap on the open door. I turned toward it. Standing there was a different Pakistani woman with a stack of large white towels in her arms. My guess was that this woman was another relative, maybe a sister or a cousin, she looked about twenty. She had the same dark eyes, an attractive face and thin figure, but she was wearing the motel chain's uniform of a logo pull over shirt and khakis. I faced her, nude, and pretended to be startled as I tested her reaction.
"Put those near the bath, please. And please bring us some ice, as quick as you can."
"Ice bucket?"
"Yes, an ice bucket. Get on with it."
It was fun ordering this young Pakistani cutie around as I stood nude with my hands on my hips, and it reminded me of my time spent in England. She left quickly to fetch the ice, just as Louie came out of the bath. I stayed naked.
"Why don't you change into your trunks, hon?" I said. "I'm sort of playing a game with this motel clerk, and...well...I told her to bring us an ice bucket. Maybe if you were changing when she comes back we could tease her as a couple. These Pakistanis, they don't know what our customs are, I'm not even sure this young one understands English."
Louie laughed at me. "Such a boring day you've had, being with me. What's the problem, Sheryl, no one to flash at the pool? And you, always playing the 'better than' game with younger women. Ok, I'll undress, but only to take a quick shower. Call out to me if you need me."
A minute or so after Louie started the water our new gal came back with a large bucket of ice. I was still naked. As she entered our room I shut the door behind her. "Follow me," I said. "Put the ice in the bathroom sink with the wine bottle. Go ahead." When she opened the bathroom door I heard Louie shut the water off. He slid the curtain back just as our motel clerk entered the bathroom. I watched as she stared at Louie's broad shoulders down to his penis.
"Hand him a towel, will you please?" I said, as I passed her one of the stack of towels she had delivered. I didn't know if she was excited, or thought that it was her job, or maybe she misunderstood me, but she immediately started drying Louie's chest off.
"Whoa... that's enough, thank you," I said. "No touch, ok?" Then I took her by the arm and grabbed her firmly. I rubbed the back of my hand against her breast as I walked her out of the room. "Thank you for the ice," I said, and I closed the motel room door behind her.
I found a corkscrew in Louie's pants pocket, and I uncorked the chilled wine. We hadn't brought in wine glasses yet, so I used one of those plastic covered plastic cups that are in every chain motel in America, and I poured myself a plastic cup of wine. Then I did the same for Louie. Life wasn't that bad, at that moment, not bad at all. Louie and I were standing naked, sipping Chardonnay, in a new motel room somewhere in Texas. The sun was sinking, and I was ready for a quick swim. Later, I thought, we'd find a restaurant, he'd treat me like a princess, and we'd pass out in each other's arms.
"Sheryl...you were too pushy with that young motel clerk. Did you get a good look at her? I mean, I can't always guess the age of those people."
"Relax," I said. "She was in our room, delivering supplies to guests. I've been around Pakistani workers before, I know what I'm doing. You were obviously in the shower with the water running, you'd be naked to anyone in any language. And no sexual contact took place. If anything, I could complain about the way she went after you. She won't be a problem."
