Ah for the good old days when sex was a lot more casual, and fucking one or two women you didn't know (or a woman getting laid by a guy she didn't know) wouldn't expose you to a life threatening disease. This little incident happened just before the AIDS outbreak, and as best as I remember, it went like this:
I had picked up a copy of "The Rocky Mountain Oyster" at the liquor store last night, but had left it in my car. Now as I headed into my favorite watering hole, Cristy's Bar and Grill, I took it with me. This "newspaper" was mostly ads, but as they were of a sexual nature, they were very often very amusing. Oh, there were a few articles in this rag too, but they were rarely worth reading. Most of the articles were explaining things that any sixth grader could have given you more information about. I ordered a beer and opened the paper. Some of the ads were pretty outrageous. Shortly after the beer arrived, I had gotten to my favorite section - Imprisoned Sweethearts. I was just getting into it when Pam arrived and slid into the booth next to me. She was wearing a short, form fitting, dress. I wasn't feeling bad before, but I was sure feeling better looking at her in that dress!
"Hi Tom," she said cheerfully, "I saw your car in the parking lot so I thought I would stop in and have a cold one with you if you were alone - and you are....I think."
"Yup, I'm alone."
"That's my trouble. I am too." she said with a sigh. The waitress showed up and Pam ordered a beer.
"What happened to your last he-man." I asked after the waitress left.
"That hunka burnin' love didn't work out."
"Kinda snuffed his flame did ya?"
"I guess." There was another sigh. "After a couple of hot times in the sack and I discovered that there just wasn't anything else. So," she said changing the subject away from her failed love life, "what are you doing? Looking for a good 1-800 phone sex number? Your love life can't be that bad."
"No, it isn't. I was just reading all these ads by women in prison who are going to be released and are looking for a good time when they get out."
"A good time being what exactly? Sticking up convenience stores and making a getaway in a hot looking and very stolen car?"
"Probably. I sure as hell wouldn't touch any of then, but their ads are always amusing. They always try to sound so sweet and innocent. Just looking for a good time. Some of the other ads were pretty interesting too. A few women were out looking for a sugar daddy."
"Uh-hu. Here's an interesting ad." she said pointing to an adult motel ad. "Hot Times Motel. Newly remodeled," she started reading, "suits optional swimming pool, rooms with waterbeds and conventional beds, mirrored ceilings, and large wall mirrors for you and your partners complete enjoyment. Wall mirrors?" she asked, " I've never heard of anyone putting a mirror on a wall near a bed that had anything to do with sex."
I looked at the ad. Sure enough, that's what it said. "I've had sex on beds with mirrors over them and that was rather erotic, but I have never had a mirror next to the bed."
"What was it like with the mirror over the bed?" she asked.
"With all of your experience you had never made it with a mirror over you?"
"Nope. I must have led a sheltered life."
"Well, it was pretty cool when she was on top or when we were laying next to each other on our backs or sides. I guess it adds a little something. Only one person can really see the other person in it when you are going at it though - for the most part. The real problem with it is that it is so far above you that you are seeing the action from quite a distance. If the mirror is six feet above you, you are seeing the action as if you were twelve feet away."
The waitress arrived with her beer and quickly departed. "Hmm," she sighed, "I guess it would be nice to see the guys cute little butt going at it while he is giving me all he has, even if it wasn't a close up view." She took a sip of her beer."But then I might start laughing if it was too funny."
"I don't think your laughing would go over too well, but yea, I think the woman gets a lot more out of it than the man does." I said, "When the girl I was with was on top she was usually sitting up, so there wasn't much to see in the mirror above her except the top of her head. That idea of putting a large one next to the bed on a wall would be a lot more interesting."
"You guys really get into the visual part of sex don't you? I mean I like it some, but I really get into the feeling mostly."
"I get into the visual part of it, but all this talk about it is getting to me now." I said. I was about to adjust a rather hard cock, now in an uncomfortable place in my pants, when I felt her hand touch my leg and go looking for it.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed when she found it. "You really get into mirrors don't you?" She rubbed her small hand up and down the length a few times before removing it.
"No. I'm into sex and I'd like to get into you at this point. Why don't we finish our beers and go over to this motel and try their wall mirrors?" By now I was hoping she was as horney as I was.
"Okay."
"Too bad it was so hard to talk you into it." I said with a chuckle.
"I'm horney, you're horney, we know we make good lovers and lousey roommates, so why not? Besides, I would really like to get fucked rather well right now."
It was true. Some of the greatest sex I had ever had had been with Pam, but when we tried living together we found that that didn't work. We parted but stayed friends and even hit the sack together now and then. We just couldn't live together. "Then let's finish these beers and either I take you out to dinner and then over there, or we go right over there." I said, and then downed the rest of my beer.
"Oh, well as long as I get a choice, you can take me out to dinner first." she said and finished hers.
The waitress came by pretty quickly. "I don't suppose you want another round before you two go and fuck your brains out?" she asked with a grin.
"Oh God!" Pam whispered, "Were we that loud?"
"No, I was that close." said the waitress. "I was cleaning up the next booth after those slobs left and couldn't help but overhear some of your conversation. I wish I had someone to take me over there. Sounds like fun. Here's the check. Have fun."
The waitress was pretty good looking, so I figured what the fuck. "Wanna join us?" I asked half kidding. I wasn't sure if Pam would go for a threesome or not, but I thought she was into that scene a little.
"Going for broke Tom?" Pam asked looking down at her empty glass. "Maybe she isn't into that kind of scene ya know."
"I wouldn't mind it," the waitress said, "but I don't think your girlfriend here would like it that much unless she is into playing with other girls too. Besides, I don't get off work here for a couple of hours yet."
Now it was Pam who surprised me. "I could go for it alright, and I do like playing with other girls. This little sudden threesome just came as a surprise that's all. We were going to get something to eat first. Uh, that makes you getting off at eight. Isn't that sort of an odd shift ending time for a waitress job?"
"I usually work the afternoons, but I'm covering for another girl who is going to be late. By the way, I'm Tammy."
"Nice to meet you Tammy, I'm Tom and this is Pam." I said introducing us all. Christ, here was an invitation if ever there was one. I had just invited the waitress to join us in a threesome and Pam had said she would go for it, but that we were going to eat first. "I guess we could get something to eat and then come back here for the last bit of your shift and then the three of us could go off and try this mirrored motel. Is that okay with you Pam?"
"Sure. Do those places allow three people to rent a room or will one of us have to sneak in?"
Tammy answered before I could. "Nah, they just charge a few extra bucks for the extra person and don't ask questions." she said with a grin. "This sounds great! I didn't have any plans for the evening, no date, and I just thought it was going to be me and my finger tonight."
"Have you ever been to this Hot Times Motel before?" Pam asked Tammy.
"No, not that one, but I have been to other adult motels before. Mostly out of state, but they were always the same when it came to checking in." she said.
"Good," Pam said, "I'd hate to have one of us have to sneak in. This is starting to sound like fun!"
This was hard to believe. In a matter of twenty minutes or less I had gone from an evening alone to having two hot women in an adult motel room. "We'll go and eat and come back for you." I said picking up the check and getting up.
"Great! I have to get back to work. See you two in a little while then."
"You bet!" said Pam as we headed for the register.
I paid the tab and then went back and left Tammy a pretty good tip.
Pam and I decided on Chinese for dinner and went to a nice place not to too far from the bar. We were seated pretty quickly at a little table for two in a secluded corner of the restaurant. After we ordered, Pam excused herself and said she had to go to the lady's room. She came back a few minutes later, sat down, and handed me something small and soft made of silky cloth under the table.