Liz pulled into the parking lot of the Angel Motel as she had on many occasions. Her job in the last year had been taking her further and further a field, bringing with it the difficulties of travel. She had tried different transport options in that time and now she regularly made the eight hundred mile journey back home by car; having lost faith with the airlines for a number of reasons. This had its advantages and disadvantages.
Although she now felt she had more freedom, it took considerably longer to get anywhere. She had found stopping mid way overnight made the journey far more relaxing, and in fact she could continue working; therefore she seemed to get more done. Liz had noticed this motel almost the first time she had traveled by car and since then used it exclusively for her mid way stops.
The place was rather old and a little run-down. Not many people came this way these days and it had seen better times. However, the food was good and the staff very pleasant. It was run by Ma and Pa Angel, two late fifties country types along with their son Junior, an amiable man in his 20’s. He seemed a little slow, in fact Liz felt sorry for him and his parents and took some pride that she was contributing by been a regular customer.
At reception the tall shoulder length brunette was greeted with a warm smile as she entered the lobby. Ma Angel always seemed delighted to see her again.
"Oh Miss! Welcome back. Business good I hope?"
Liz thanked her nodding in agreement.
"Yes almost too good. I never seemed to be at home these days."
Ma gave her a sympathetic look. Over the months she had come to know all about Liz’s husband and kids and how she struggled to balance her home and work.
"Well you're here again Miss. You can get a good rest and meet that lovely husband of yours looking fresh and beautiful tomorrow."
Liz picked up her key nodding in agreement. "Yes that's true I get such a refreshing sleep here, it must be the country air that does it."
“Oh Miss, I so love that accent of yours.” The old woman cooed like a movie groupie.
Liz just smiled. Oxford educated, then marrying a yank she’d got used to the comments.
As she headed for the stairs Junior Angel was coming the other way. Big and ungainly he lowered his head as always ultra shy.
"Hi Junior, and how have you been?" She said smiling with her perfect teeth.
Liz always spoke to him. She'd seen other guest edge away many times before as if he was a leper. Junior blushed feeling awkward so close to this woman who flitted in and out of his life always confident and desirable.He mumbled something before offering to take her bag.
"Why thank you!” She said in her snooty sounding English. “You're such a gentleman."
He blushed again. "N, n, nice to see you too miss." He stammered. Liz felt some people were so cruel she wondered sometimes if she was the only contact he had with anyone outside his immediate family.
An hour later she sat for supper in the oversized dinning room, taking this opportunity to read through some files. The food as ever was delicious and Pa Angel was an excellent waiter, so attentive to his few guests. Like normal the guests numbered only three or four. Today there were two young run away types looking barely old enough to be married. Also trucker she'd seen before and a cigar smoking middle aged man who appeared to be trying to do a deal on his phone, even now at eight at night. This was much to the annoyance of the other guests trying to have a quite meal.
Eventually he hung exasperated with his failure to close the deal. He grunted in disgust taking a puff from his cigar looking over at Liz.
Elizabeth was in her mid thirties, she had moved to the mid west from England when she had married some years back, and she took pride in retaining her aristocratic accent having come from Kensington the elite part of London. The man admired her lean leggy figure, her high cheek bones and straight nose giving her refined sculpted features. She sat nibbling on the end of a pen with her luscious lips, long lashed eyes scanning her papers.
He called over; something about business never sleeps, but got no response. Liz felt a little uncomfortable the man then getting up, coming towards her. She looked up with her green sexy eyes, but her face was frowning.
"Fancy some company?" He asked thrusting his stomach out as if it was an asset. Liz gave a tired smile stroking her wedding ring with her thumb showing it to him.
" No thanks," she said sweetly," I've got all the company I need back home."
The man grunted again as if in disbelief. He turned and sat back down shaking his head confused that she could possibly turn such an offer down. Two failed deals in space of five minutes, he definitely was loosing his touch.
As she stood to leave Pa Angel gave her a nod and smile. He'd seen a few guys try their luck with her before, but always with the same result. She was such a lovely loyal woman.
"A Bed time hot chocolate, as normal miss?" He asked as she left.
Liz nodded." Absolutely!" The place was a bit decrepit but Liz always thought the service here was just first rate. With that she headed for bed
She took the final sip of her warm relaxing drink just as she said goodbye to her husband on her phone. Placing the cup down and turning her phone off, she then pulled the covers over her. She yawned laying her head down on the big sweet smelling pillows. She always felt so relaxed here; the air seeming scented the bed feeling like it was swallowing her up in rolls of fabric. Her pretty lips parted as she exhaled a slumbering breath, then quickly very quickly she was asleep. The room was black and silent Liz’s senses as subdued as the lights.
Twenty minutes later the bedroom door creaked open and two figures crept in.
The door closed and the bed side table came on. Pa Angel stood watching as his wife stroked Liz's head, checking the hot chocolate was empty then slowly and gently removing the top fluffy pillow putting it in the cupboard. The spiked drink had always worked but lately they had felt they needed more assurance so a chloroform soaked pillow case had been used recently to enhance the beautiful woman's comatose state.
Ma pulled back the sheets showing the woman long curled legs, short nightie covering her ample tits and flat tummy. Ma traced a finger along Liz's perfectly smooth thigh up under her night shirt. Pa gulped as the woman's panties were carefully tugged down and placed on the floor. Then he could wait no more, he too knelt on the bed slowly pulling the nightie up over her limp head and neck,as Liz sighing sweetly. As she slumped back onto the bed his hand instantly went down on one of her firm tits, then his mouth began sucking eagerly on the nipple.
"Don't mark her, remember damn it!" His wife snapped at her husband while squeezing the other tit.
"Oh they're soo firm, slurrrp! Not like yours honey." He giggled."
The old woman gave another squeeze in examination. "Let's see how pert they are in another twenty or so years eh?"
The crone then sat in the comfy wicker chair that you would find in the corner of all their motels rooms.
" This time dear," she said with a sarcastic smile, "try not to shoot your wad while it's still in your pants."
Liz gave a soft grunt as the man pulled her flat, off the pillow his hands pushing her thighs apart pressing the knees out and down onto the soft bed.
"That's it miss open them lovely thighs wide." He whispered in a hot excited voice.
Liz's pussy mound raised as her back arched a little, the man then began licking along her slit making hungry slurping noises. His wife passed him the jar of Vaseline she had in her pinny. Pa smeared his old wrinkly fingers in it then paused in anticipation; before carefully poking them up inside the stunning brunette.
"Mmmmmmmm." Liz gave a low groan.
His wife was an expert with the potions. The old man had to admit. “Just enough to keep her under, but not enough to turn her into a dead weight.”
He began to unbuckle his pants his wife shaking her head,"he never was one for foreplay."
"Here I come honey;" He declared with glee." Going to stick my cock all the way up you miss. He! He!"
He found her entrance in a flash his hard old rod thrusting up inside. His wrinkled prune ass bobbed up and down between the inviting wide legs of his unconscious lover. The man began to pump back and forth his hands on her thighs pressing them out and flat.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!"
His cock was covered in Vaseline, her pussy slurping as it swallowed the goo covered rod.
"Slock! Slock! Slock!"
Then his hands began to roam across her body,cupping her tits then fingers into her mouth as she made silent pants. The bed was shaking as he increased his pounding.
"Oh baby yeah uggg, uggggg I'm going to hose you miss, covered that cute nose of yours."
His wife shook her head. "The hell you're not!"
