We were looking forward to Roy's new job and living in the South, away from most of the cold and snow. So, our relocation from Buffalo to Atlanta was looked forward to by us both. Well, with one exception - the move.
I'm sure you would get agreement with basically all of mankind if you asked each person on earth if they enjoyed moving. Little else would get such unanimous agreement. Everyone hates it. And, we had to do it on the cheap.
So, it was summertime, we had rented a large truck, packed up everything in our condo, bribed my hubby's two brothers to come with us, loaded the truck and set off.
My husband, Roy, has now earned his doctorate and he and I are off to a new life in the South. Glenn and Russ, his two younger brothers, twenty and nineteen, were basically at loose ends anyway, so they were cheap labor.
We figured that we would do the trip in two days in the truck; if we'd driven a car, we probably would have done it straight through but the truck was much more of a handful to drive.
Normally, I don't leave a lot of things up to Roy, he's not exactly a person who's good with details, so when we were on the road, I asked him where we were staying.
"Oh, we'll just find a place."
Damn. I should have done it, I should have gotten us a place to stay.
"But, hon, it's summer and a lot of people are traveling."
"Ah, don't worry about it, it'll work out."
So, we drove on, in silence, until it was getting to be about four o'clock.
"Okay, let's keep our eyes out for a motel that won't cost us an arm or a leg."
So, we all looked at upcoming road signs and, soon enough, we spotted a Motel 6 at the next exit.
We waited until Roy came out. It seemed to take a while.
"Um, some good news and a fair amount of bad news. They have a room. And there isn't another anywhere in the next hundred miles."
"Did you book them?" I asked.
"Uh, well, you may not have heard me right. They have a room and, yes, I booked it."
"One room?"
"Yep, ready?"
"Sure, I guess so," and we all piled out, got our overnight bags and followed Roy to Room 194.
As I went in, my heart sank.
"Two double beds. This is it, really?"
"What's wrong, Michelle, have big plans with the hubby, tonight?" asked Russ, the younger brother.
"Well, not now, I guess."
"Oh, we'll be happy to watch. Might learn something," offered Glenn.
"Well, not likely, I'm afraid. Not used to an audience," I said.
My dear husband, then, piped up with, "Hey, might be fun to have an audience. Maybe they would learn something for a change."
As we were talking, Roy was getting out a bottle of vodka and some tonic he had brought. He then went to the ice machine and soon, we were all having our second gin and tonic.
"Well, do we see you two get it on tonight?"
"Oh, sure, I'll just get naked in a minute and Roy and I'll fuck on the floor for you two," I said sassily.
"Maybe you could give us a lap dance first. It's the least you could do, Michelle."
Now, I knew what a lap dance was, I'd seen a few in clubs and I'd seen one privately that was even more interesting with a naked girl and several pantless guys tied to chairs. No penetration, just rubbing around. She sure had a backside covered with cum when she was finished.
"Yeah, hon, you could give them a little relief and then we can show them how it's done."
Well, I'm no exhibitionist...well, that's not really true. I did parade around the coed dorm a few times in the nude. Well, maybe more than a few times. And, there was the dare I did to drive through a toll booth topless. Unfortunately, the female tolltaker was not impressed.
So, yes, maybe I like to show off my body some. It's a nice body, five foot five, one hundred twelve pounds, C-cup and very firm, yes, very firm, nice pink nipples, on the small side. Slim waist, really very pretty legs, nice, dainty feet.
Hmm, Robert. Robert Hudgins. Sorry, I'm reminiscing here. My feet and Robert. Oh, did he worship my feet. He sucked my toes, licked my feet. Well, if you've never had it done to you, ladies, then, no big deal. But if you have...oh, yeah, instant wetness between the legs. Drenched. Well, I always made Robert dry me off. He had such a lovely tongue.
But I digress. Let's see. Oh, yes, well, now it as our third round of vodka-tonics and Roy was urging me on.
"Come, on, hon. Give 'em a lap dance, get 'em off, then do me."