Some day I'm going to check into a motel where the desk clerk speaks English. It's not that hard to understand, we want a room with two queen size beds. Two women in town for one night to go to the convention next door and we're straight. Me, the gray haired granny and my friend Wendy, the one with the enormous boobs the guy kept staring at while I filled out the form. One room, two queen size beds. Yes, I know it's the last room in the place. Yes, I know the only other motel that might have a room rents by the hour. No, we don't need TV, no we don't need internet, two beds, one room and get us out of here. We bitches have plans.
I did almost laugh when I filled in the line about the nature of our business. I fought the urge to lie for a minute before I finally gave in, writing in that we were in town to attend the historical society convention. The stupid jackass behind the counter probably would have had a massive bowel movement if I'd been honest. Baby doll, we're in town to get screwed.
No way around it, I'm a honest woman about most things. Getting the loving we both needed is about as honest as I can get. Safely away from the confines of my house, and the lout of a husband I've been with for nearly forty years, this girl can almost enjoy the attentions of the man she loves and has loved for ten years now. Almost, but there was that little matter of timing. As much as I wanted, as much as I needed, Wendy was wanting and needing more. Wanting and needing from my very own brother.
This gives an old lady like me something to think on as I tossed my bag onto the first bed in our room. I mean I'm a prude, the noble, good girl all my life even as I made three daughters. As I took a lover. As he made me absolutely brazen to get more of him every time we are together. I want to get screwed, Wendy wants to get screwed, our men want to make love to us, they have us all night and we've got the last room in the whole city. I'm a prude, Wendy's no tramp, we both need, I've spent my whole life being so damn good it hurts and probably always will be. Probably, but not now. I arched an eyebrow and turned to face Wendy.
"You bring a blindfold?"
Her eyes widened, she stared at me for a second and then grinned as she said, "What, you think I'm kinky?"
"No, babe," I laughed, "but I'm not going to deny you. You better hadn't be denying me either."
The realization of what I was saying sunk in slowly. My darling friend's face went from wonder to surprise to absolute hysterical laughter at what the bitch brigade was going to have to do to make this trip worth our time.
"Same room, same time?" Wendy gasped.
"See any other way?"
She thought about it for a full minute before she slowly shook her head. Wendy glanced around the room, still considering our reality and shrugged before I saw her flush once in embarrassment.
"Nobody's ever.... Well, watched," she whispered.
"Not watch," I squealed. "I mean, God, I'm not a tramp. It's not like it's a gang bang or anything. You in your bed, me over here and both of us looking away, I guess. I've never done this either, you know."
We looked at each and then both broke out in that hysterical laughter a the insanity of it all. Desperate women do desperate things, I suppose and thinking back on the loving my man has given me, this woman was desperate to get some more. It sure does give a horny old lady something to think about when she goes to a convention.
There I was that afternoon, trying to look like I was paying attention to a speaker about environmentally sound display technique, the whole time not really believing what I was about to do. What we were about to do. Two grown, matured, rational women about to share one room, putting out for our loves right in front of each other. I think I spent the three hours I was sentenced to be at those meetings alternating between flushed in embarrassment and flushed in total heat before it hit me. Jesus Christ on the cross, what would the guys think?
That realization made me think, the bitches in heat not thinking the guys might not like this. They're guys though, guys want laid. They're our guys, not some wild animals. Well, at least not until they get us undressed. I was blushing again, well aware of the heat my lover goes into when he has his way with me. Well aware of the afterglow Wendy has when she's been nailed by Ben. We'd soon find out, just one more speaker and the theatrical would start. One more speaker that was about to give me wet panties. The last speaker of the day, my man.
Please don't ask what he talked about, it all blurred together. He was talking and I was tasting his kisses. He was making a point and I was reliving the first time we made love. My lover made the audience laugh and I could feel his body against mine, his magnificent pecker having its way inside me. The crowd applauded and I was in heat. Heat that made it all blur together in nothing but snippets of a memory.
We were all laughing, somehow, from somewhere Ben had appeared. All going out to dinner, the guys following us. Shrimp cocktail and his hand was in mine. Ben's was going up Wendy's thigh. Rational, mature adults acting like teenagers, giggling and knowing what was going to happen. Nobody actually saying it, everybody knowing it. Wendy's shirt open one extra button. No dessert for me, I know what sweet treat I want. Jesus Christ, somehow we're there. All my worries vanished in the evening's breeze. The whole world vanished and there was nothing but us.
Not that I didn't know what was happening, I just didn't care about anything else but the man in my arms. Yes, it's insane and it didn't matter, we were with our men in a brave new world. The door to the room was closed behind us, my hand turning the lock as Wendy closed the blinds, I know that. My dress was unzipped and my man's lips tasted so sweet I just had to have some more. Then some more, even as the slinky little thing began to fall off my shoulders. I've never done this, so much new and his hands feel so good. Kisses so sweet. Wow, Wendy's down to a bra and slacks, that girl works fast. Ben works fast, my God, I'm bare breasted.
