It was nearly Seven Thirty in the evening when I check into the Cool Springs Inn for two nights. Thankful they had a room as I had deliberately not made a reservation.
Chuckling, I toss my bags on the bed nearest the window. Since the weather has been unseasonably warm this year, I make sure the air conditioner is working. Just off U.S. Route 66, The Cool Springs Inn sits on the edge of Oakridge, Az.
If everything goes as planned the surprise would be monumental.
For the last five months I have been having an online relationship with a middle-aged woman named Melody. We became acquainted through an online friend personally known to both of us. Because of her fiery red hair most people who know her call her Rusty.
We had traded pictures, texted daily, talked for hours on the phone and even did video chat a few times. We wanted to meet, but time and distance prevented that until now.
Finally having some time available I made the trip to surprise the crimson haired woman that, for last several months, stoked many alone time stroke sessions.
Finding the television remote I put on a nondescript Western movie get undressed and head for the shower.
After using the commode, I adjust the shower's water temperature and step in. My blonde hair and trimmed beard washed, I work my way down my body.
Arriving at my crotch I spend some of time stroking soap into the phallus hanging there. Soaping the family jewels, I take some extra time to wash them because I can. Sliding fingers and thumb around the now stiff erection I slide the foreskin over the top and down for a minute or so. Letting go so as not to cum so soon I reach for the faucet turning the water off.
Wrapping myself around the waist with one towel and drying my hair, I pause for a look in the mirror before shutting the bathroom light off.
Not bad I thought for a guy that has sixty plus years behind him.
I sit down on the bed nearest the bathroom. This is the one I will sleep in.
Nowhere near ready to call it a night, even after driving ten hours to get here, I sit at the desk and boot up my lap top. Once connected to the motels free Wi-Fi I open the browser to the Literotica website.
Reaching into a plastic Walmart bag I take out a package of Beef Jerky, bag of Cheetos and an Ice Tea. Finding the newly posted stories I scan the list for something that will pique my interest. I see the second installment of Becky needs a Ride had been published.
Munching snacks while sipping tea, I read the Joe and Becky saga in addition to several other equally enticing narratives, while keeping an eye the 60+ Chat Room. Chatting with the regulars and alternately reading the latest erotic stories keeps my attention until my eyes were heavy and my, as yet untouched, wood yearns for release.
Shutting the computer down I retire to the bed taking matters into my own hand. Thinking about tomorrow it only takes a few moments before several streams of relief spurt over my stomach and onto my chest.
Reaching off the side of the bed I retrieve one of the used bath towels. Wiping myself dry, I toss the towel, roll over pulling the covers with me and sink into a deep sleep.
I wake to the sun gleaming though the curtains. I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. Finished I sit back on the bed contemplating the next step of my plan.
When Rusty and I had texted briefly last night, I gave her no indication I was in town, let alone staying at her motel workplace. It was hard not to spill the beans but I managed. I only hope the room I am in is one she would be cleaning that day.
After brewing a cup on the in-room coffee maker I part the curtains. Taking a seat on the unused bed, it isn't long before a vehicle like the one Rusty said she owns pulls into the parking lot.
When she exits the four-wheel drive SUV I know, without a doubt, it is Rusty. From all the pictures she sent it is hard to miss that ginger mane. As she walked to the lobby, I think so far so good.
Keeping watch as I sip hot black coffee, Rusty, now with her hair tied back, comes back out, papers in hand. I am elated to see she is coming to the building I temporarily reside in.
Depending at how much time she has to spend in each room will determine when she reaches mine. As time progresses, I enjoy the desert morning unfolding outside.
About forty-five minutes and another cup of coffee later I hear cart wheels rolling on the walk. I guess them to be about two rooms away.
I pull up her number on my cell phone. Waiting until she is pulling the cleaning cart in front of my window, I hit the send button. Seconds later I hear a ring just outside the door.
As I moved from the bed to the back of the room still completely naked, she answers with,
"Hey lover good morning, how are you."
