It was midnight, and my parents had long since gone to bed. We were staying in a grungy little motel room with two double beds and a TV. I didn't feel sleepy at all, so I was watching the TV on mute. Feeling restless, I decided to get up and go for a walk.
Wearing nothing but a t-shirt with my panties underneath, I slunk out into the hall barefoot and crept slowly toward one end. Since it was a motel, there was no lobby to speak of, so I really had no idea where I was going. I heard something coming from behind one of the doors and I pressed my ear up against it.
'Oh yes, baby! Don't... stop!' Obviously some couple in the throes of passion. I kept listening, beginning to feel turned-on.
Suddenly, a voice behind me said 'What's got your attention there, little girl?' I jumped and nearly screamed, but I managed to cover my mouth in time.
I turned around and standing behind me was a tall, broad man of about 45 or 50 years of age. He had thinning hair and piercing blue eyes.
Blushing, I replied 'Oh, well, I couldn't sleep so I decided to take a walk.'
'Howsabout you come into my room across the hall here and have a drink?'
I was kind of nervous, but since I was wide awake and it was obvious that no other situation was going to present itself, I figured I may as well take up his offer.
He led me into room 236 where the setup was basically like that of mine and my parents' room.
'So,' I asked, not too sure what to say, 'you here on business?'
'Yeah, you?'
'Just stopping by for the night. Cutting the trip in half, ya know? Going to visit the family.'
'What would you like? Beer? Rum and coke? Rum and OJ?'
'Uh, make me a weak rum and coke I guess.'
As he prepared our drinks, I took a seat on one of the beds (bad idea) and as I did so, my shirt slipped up and I sat on my panties. They were wet. Remembering my horniness at hearing the hot couple, I admired the way this man's ass moved in his businessman-type slacks. What was I thinking? 'He's twice my age, if not more!'
He sat down across from me on the other bed, our knees nearly touching, and began to loosen his tie. 'So what's your name, pretty girl?'
'Hannah. Yours?'
'Mine's Doug. Hannah sure is a pretty name.'
'Thanks.'
He removed his tie completely and set down his glass. He came and sat beside me on the bed. He was quite close.
'So how come you couldn't sleep?'
'I dunno, I guess I'm not crazy about sleeping in strange places, especially grungy motels.'
'I know how you feel. Used to be like that for me, but I'm used to it now. I turn on the porn channel, beat off then sleep like a log, straight through.'