I was dog tired when I pulled into the Traveler Bed & Breakfast. After a long day on the road, I looked forward to a restful night.
My room was upstairs in the old Victorian home. There were other cars in the parking area, so I assumed there were other guests that night. Sure enough, I could hear women's voices coming from the room next to mine.
The voices were loud at times, which is unusual in these types of inns. Puzzled, I went into the hall and listened. I could hear every word. Back in my room, I could hear a good bit of their conversation through the wall. I couldn't tell if there were two or three women in the room, and they sounded like mature women.
I thought about complaining, but just then their conversation turned to old boyfriends and former lovers. One said, "Oh, the quarterback was cute, and I did him."
Another voice jumped in to describe an affair. It was then that I figured out these must be old friends maybe from high school who were meeting to talk about old times. The more I heard glasses clinking and more wine being consumed, the more stories they told.
Naturally, I wondered who these ladies were. What did they look like? I was looking forward to meeting them at breakfast. Meanwhile, I stroked my cock as I listened to them try to outdo each other with their stories.
The next morning, I was the first guest at the breakfast table. When another couple arrived, we all had our breakfast. But still no sign of my neighbors. I was in no hurry.
Then, in came a beautiful woman "of a certain age." She was tall and slim and in great shape for a women who had to be in her fifties. She had short well clipped straight hair that hung down to her chin. She wore shorts and a loose fitting blouse over a tank top. Her legs were trim and slim, and her shorts let me see that she must have a nice gap.
She said, "Sorry I'm late. I had a long night. I hope we didn't keep anyone awake with our talking."
The older couple just smiled and nodded, then they excused themselves and left.
I smiled at her as she went on, "Two old friends of mine came over to visit, and one was going to stay overnight and join us for breakfast. But I think she drank too much and got a bit out of hand. I had to call her husband to come get her and take her home."
It seems that this woman had grown up in the town, then left and married well and was home for a visit.
"My name is Karen," she offered.
"Hi," I replied, "It's nice to meet you." "No, you didn't keep me awake last night, but I could hear most of your conversation."
Karen's eyes widened, "Oh, well I'm not even sure what we said. The more we drank, the less I remember what I said."
Since we were alone in the dining room, I told her, "You talked about old boyfriends."
Karen's eyes narrowed, "Yes, we did."
I smiled, "Apparently, back in high school you all slept with some of the same guys or wanted to."
Karen got quiet and stirred her coffee.
"And it sounds like all of you prefer men with big dicks."
I said that knowing that she might be offended and leave the room. But she just sat there staring at her coffee cup. I sensed that she was embarrassed, and just then the hostess came in with her plate.
After a moment, I continued, "Well, don't be embarrassed. I thoroughly enjoyed listening, and I hope you didn't mind my eavesdropping. Hearing you all got me pretty aroused."
Finally, Karen broke her silence, "I hope you had a good time."
I laughed, "You bet I did." Then I changed the subject, "So tell me, where do you live and what brings you here?"
She became chatty again, and bragged about her success and her husband's success and where they've lived in the world. Apparently, she was spoiled rotten and had an attitude of wealth and success that was beginning to irritate me. It's one thing to be attractive and confident, but it's another thing to be arrogant.
Then she said some things about politics and expressed attitudes that roused some anger inside me to the point that I blurted out, "Look, if you keep talking that way I'm gonna just walk out of here. I was going to fuck the daylights out of you after breakfast. I've got a cock size bigger than any of those you bragged about last night, and I was going to let you enjoy it. But not if you keep talking about your crazy ideas."
Karen looked startled. And she should have been startled. I just sat and looked at her, both of us quiet for a few moments.
Just then another couple joined us for breakfast. They were very chatty and asked us all sorts of questions and shared their entire life story. All the while, Karen poked at her food in relative silence while I bantered with the couple.
Ten minutes later, I pushed back my chair and excused myself, "It's been nice to meet you all," I said, "I'm heading up to my room to pack." As I walked by Karen's chair, I patted her on the shoulder and said, "I hope you enjoy the rest of your day."
Back in my room, I left the door open to the hallway while I packed. I surprised myself that I had spoken that way to Karen, and I wondered if my anger and my words repelled her.
Soon, Karen came upstairs. She came to my room and leaned against the doorway, "You're quite the son of a bitch, aren't you?"
