Samantha (my present wife) and I have been together for about 25 years and married for 21. We met at a swing party in Virginia. She was naked, on all fours in the middle of the room pulling a train. I was at the end of a very long line (maybe six or seven guys ahead of me).
We never had much money. That's why, when Sam and I were driving east on old US Rt. 40 across country, we tried always to stay in a Motel 6 at a time when Motel 6s were merely cheap $6 motels. We stopped at one 100 miles of Columbus, Ohio. This motel amounted to only a string of maybe 10 ramshackle units looking like rundown trailers jammed together along the highway.
We checked in and had no sooner poured ourselves a drink than we heard people opening the door to the next unit. Sam noticed a bright spot high up in the connecting wall. I immediately pulled a chair over to the wall and stood up on the seat. By craning my neck, I was barely able to see through what was obviously a peep hole made by a former tenant.
A couple of high school kids were in the room. The boy was a tall, thin black kid wearing a varsity jacket. The girl was white and seemed a good deal younger. They were sitting on the bed smoking a joint and passing a bottle in a paper sack back and forth, then kissing and feeling each other up.
Samantha was tugging on my pants leg. "Let me see," she whispered. I surrendered the chair to her, but I had to put our suitcase on the seat for her to stand on so her eye would reach the peephole. Sam described what she saw in a loud whisper, the boy was undressing the girl, the girl was undressing the boy, she was sucking his cock, etc.
I was becoming very impatient for my turn so she reluctantly stepped down, commenting that since this was a Friday night, she thought he might be a high school football star, and she possibly a cheerleader. I tossed the suitcase on the bed and resumed my perch on the chair, adjusting my cock to a more comfortable position in my pants. I was just in time to see the boy get down to business.
The bed was against the opposite wall, so all I really saw was the kid's back and her high, spread legs as he worked his cock into her.
I watched for a minute or two and then looked down when Sam tugged on my pants leg again. She was wearing her bathrobe. "I'm going to crash the party," she said.
Oh, boy! She slipped out the door, and I resumed my post on the chair. The kids on the bed abruptly froze. Evidently, they had heard Samantha at their door. The boy scampered off the bed and began hopping around pulling on his pants, while the girl, panic stricken, bolted for the tiny bathroom.
The boy cautiously opened the door a mere crack and peeked out to see who his visitor was. I didn't hear the brief conversation, but Samantha was evidently persuasive, because the boy quickly opened the door to admit my bare footed wife, and just as quickly closed it again, this time turning the bolt to prevent further interruptions.
Samantha sat on the edge of the bed, carefully arranging her robe, while the boy went to the bathroom to have a short conference with his girl. Then he returned to sit next to Samantha. The little girl timidly followed him, wrapped in a large bath towel. She moved toward me, out of my line of sight, but I presume she sat in a chair, waiting to see what would happen next.
Meanwhile, the boy rolled another joint and lit it while Samantha was taking a long pull on the bottle, still in its sack. Then he handed her the joint and presumably passed the bottle to the girl. A minute later she passed it back to the boy. Samantha, having been warmed by two stout drinks in our room and a long pull at whatever was in the bottle, plus two or three drags on the joint was obviously in a playful mood, because she began telling the kids about a similar experience she had had when she was a high school sophomore, barely fifteen, in a small high school only about 200 miles north of our present location. The three had another drink, and another pull on the joint while they talked about current high school football standings.
