Henri and I were out of town, planning to attend a two day old tractor show, and have a motel room nearby. Getting there early enough on Friday, we checked in, had a meal at the onsite restaurant, and met a really sexy black lady. We planned to eat there again, mostly to look her over some more.
This Saturday morning, on the way from our room to the show, we stopped at a Waffle House to eat. A couple of the waitresses, and a few customers saw, and even stared at the hickey that Henri had put on my neck the night before. I don't know how many thought that he might have given me the love bite, but being closeted at home, I really didn't care, this far away. One customer, paying his bill to leave, looked at us and I put my hand in Henri's, letting it lay there.
We finished eating, and as we drove on to the farm show, Henri asked: "Baby, when that guy was looking at us, why did you put your hand in mine? He saw that."
I smiled over at him and said: "Honey, he had been looking at us, and looking at the love bite that you put on my neck. I didn't want him wondering, so I let him know that I was with you. Was that a bad thing, this far from home?"
He put is big hand on my thigh, and squeezed as he said: "I thought that might be your reason. He wasn't the only one that noticed it. I think that skinny waitress figured us out. She was looking our way when you put your hand in mine, so I smiled at her."
I laughed: "We are pretty bad, fucking up the minds of these country locals. It is sort of sad that we have to be in the closet, on the down low, at home, but I can live with that. We are going to have some stories for Althea, aren't we?"
We got to the farm show, and enjoyed seeing all the old ways of doing farming. We walked and walked, discussing this or that, and then saw a gay couple, both rather sissified looking guys as they were walking around. Henri steered us toward them, not actually going to them, but going near them.
We were close to them and no one else was near us but them and Henri said to me: "Baby, did I fill you last night? You screamed like I was splitting you open, but you seemed to like what you had?"
Knowing his thoughts, I played along, saying: "Baby, you have always fucked me well, but last night, bent over that chair, and taking your whole nine inches in the first stroke let me know how fortunate I was to have you for my lover. You knocked the bottom out of it, darling."
They looked at each other, then at us and then one whispered to the other, who turned to look right at my neck. Henri said, plainly for their benefit: "Yes, he's mine, and I am his when I am not with my woman."
That got their attention, and then we walked away with me asking Henri: "Do you think there might be a private place around here? Somewhere we might be alone for a minute? I need you so."
Henri said: "Let's look behind this building and see what is back there."
As we walked toward the rear of the farm building, I could see the two gay guys sort of following us, from a distance. We got behind it, then walked to the other end of it and came back onto the display field. We couldn't see them, knowing they were following us, and wondering where we went. We smiled at each other, knowing we had messed with their minds.
By 2 PM, we had had enough of the show for one day, but wanted to return in the morning to see the steam tractors put on a demonstration. We left, and went to our room where we necked a little, then took a shower and dressed to go to dinner, hoping to see "April".
We went in to eat at 4 PM and Henri asked if April was working, and we were told that she was, so Henri asked if we could be seated in her section.
The hostess took us to a table in a corner, left menus, and went to let April know that she had a party.
She came to our table, asked what we would like to drink, then saw my hickey and caught her breath. When she made eye contact with me, she smiled, seeming a little embarrassed, so I spoke: "Yep, he claimed me last night. Do we have to leave now?" Winking at her as I spoke.
She glanced around her, making sure we were alone and said: "I wondered yesterday if you two were an item. I thought that you seemed like more than "just friends, You both look happy, and if I might say so, you both are good looking."
I spoke first, saying: "Henri and I thought the same about you, April. You are both pretty and hot looking."
Henri was more forward than me asking: "What do you plan to do when you are off tonight, April? You could join us later."
She was quite frank and said: "I would have to be pretty careful because we are not supposed to go to the rooms of the motel guests. Could you follow me to my apartment where I could drop my car off, and bring me back?"
Henri told her: "I could do that, baby. Do you have a problem if we smoke a little weed? I brought a little bit of some good stuff, that I have been saving for tonight. But, if it is a problem, we can save the weed for when we get back over to our town."
She said that she wouldn't mind us smoking, and might help us with it, and
if we gave her a phone number she would call when she was leaving.
She left to get our water, and brought it along with a scrap of paper and a pen, saying: "For your phone number."
She then took our order and left us to ourselves, looking our way often, smiling.
When she brought our food, she winked at me and said, quietly: "Is he really good?" Looking over at Henri as she spoke.
"Yes, yes he is, April, very thorough and very considerate." I assured her.
In a few minutes she brought our dinner, offering: "I will call y'all around 9:15PM. Enjoy the dinner."
She checked back often, making sure that we had all that we needed, and when we finished, she brought the check.
We paid, and as yesterday, we left her a thirty percent tip, and she had earned it.
Back in our room, we put the lube and a hand towel on the bedside table, and Henri sat at the small dining table and got out a bud of weed.
