Julie, a successful sales representative for Canon, a slim 30 something, 5'4" tall, with long flowing auburn hair, golden skin, and bright blue eyes full of vitality. Dressed in a navy tailored pencil skirt, Emma Willis Paisley print buttoned blouse, and croc-effect kitten heel court shoes.
Still smarting from a failed relationship with a 22-year-old college girl who dumped her with the parting words, she needed to spread her wings, whatever that means. Success not touching Julie's personal life. Broken-hearted and reduced to finding her needs satisfied by her only companion, Vicky a twelve-inch vibrator.
The long day was coming to an end, tired and needing refreshment, and somewhere to stay she pulls into a small motel car park, the kind scattered across the country.
Checking her lips in the mirror wistfully thinking,
'I need loving, and more than my vibe tonight.'
This compounded by the ache between her legs and sensitive nipples.
Sighing deeply, she flings open the car door. Rummages in the boot pulling out her overnight bag and then strolls across the empty car park, thinking,
'Well, my luck has to change, if not Vicky to the rescue.'
Pushing open the heavy glass door she steps into the lobby. Her heart jumps seeing a pretty young receptionist, Nancy, engrossed on her screen. Her Long flowing black hair framing her face, hazel eyes peering through Specsavers metal-rimmed glasses, wearing a mono heart patterned cream blouse with three-quarter sleeves, and a black mini skirt. The blouse slightly open revealing her pert breasts cradled in a black lacy bra, nipples so firm and ripe like cherries, moist, plump lips coated with red lip gloss, and freckled cheeks making her look younger than her 21 years.
Julie bites her lip thinking,
'Might not need Vicky tonight if I can tempt this girl.'
Nancy is on her gap year with money tight taking this job at the motel to make ends meet. Her mind retreating to the 30-year-old college flatmate who had opened her eyes and heart to the joys of loving a woman. Every day she yearns to be back in those arms, exploring each other.
Julie unnoticed steps up the reception desk. Watching Nancy intensely wondering how best to seduce this girl. Seeing the reflection of writhing bodies on Nancy's glasses she inhales deeply.
"Good evening, do you have a vacant room so I can stay the night please?"
Looking up, startled, Nancy quickly clicks on the mouse, clearing her screen.
'Oh god,' she thinks, 'how long has she been there, what has she seen.'
Flustered Nancy stutters, "Yes there is no one else booked in," chest heaving.
Julie looking at Nancy's taut nipples and the faint aroma of her nectar catching Julie's nostrils. Julie wonders,
'What she was looking at, looked naughty.'
"Did I disturb anything? "Julie inquiries.
Nancy blushes scarlet, glancing down at the screen then back up at Julie.
"Oh no was just bored, here on my own with nothing to do, "a gleam in her eyes then a cheeky smile spread across her face.
Nancy is taken by how like her flatmate Julie looks. Could this be an omen of the night ahead?
Julie spots the name tag Nancy.
"Well Nancy for a young Bonnie lass like you that won't do, perhaps we can entertain each other seeing as there is no one else here," winking.
Nancy's eyes widen, unknowingly licks her lips, leaning forward her blouse exposing more of her luscious breasts.
"What do you have in mind?" Nancy whispers.
'What am I saying?'
Thinks Nancy, trembling at her boldness.
"You can show me to my room for starters, then we can take it from there," flippantly retorts Julie.
Julie feels a surge of confidence that this girl is for the taking and tonight might not be another lonely one with Vicky.
