She breathed a sigh of relief as her two children just made it to the stop in time for the school bus. She watched them board it safely, waving to them as it drove away. She was lucky that she could see the stop from her front door as she was still wearing nothing but her house-coat.
Inside, she wondered how two small children could cause such chaos at the breakfast table in such a short time. She hurriedly cleared away the dishes, wiped up the spilt milk and cereal. She was running late, needing to shower and dress. She had promised her friend Mary that she would look after the motel Mary and her partner were running, just for the day while they went to the city for a day out.
She and Mary had become friends when they had started at high school, remaining close ever since. They had fought off the school bullies that the teachers ignored, went everywhere together and helped each other with their school assignments. They had had their first sex together. She had gone to Mary's house after school finding her alone and waving her mother's vibrator which she had discovered. It was fully charged and vibrated strongly when they had switched it on. Mary had rubbed her own crotch with it over her jeans, then insisted on rubbing hers too. One thing led to another and they had pulled their jeans down to get a better feel, letting the vibrator rub over their thin panties. It was her fault that it had happened. She had been rubbing Mary's crotch pushing aside the leg of her panties so that the vibrator tip rubbed directly on the outside of Mary's pussy. She must have pushed too hard, because suddenly Mary gave a cry of pain as the vibrator popped her cherry and slid inside. She'd wanted to pull it out, but Mary held it in, gasping with pleasure as she climaxed. When she had calmed down Mary insisted that she have it done to her as it was the most pleasurable thing ever. She was reluctant, but gave in, letting Mary pull her panties down, push the vibrator into her pussy and pop her cherry too. Mary was right, once it was in her it felt so good.
A couple of weeks later at a party they had had one too many drinks and, egging each other on, had let two boys take them to a back bedroom with a double bed. They had lain on the bed side by side and let the boys strip them naked. The boys slid their hard cocks into them both so that they had had their first fuck together. That only reinforced their friendship. They were bridesmaids at each other's wedding, then supported each other when they had both divorced a few years later. She had her two children, but Mary had none, which was probably why Mary had quickly found a partner to live with. He was made redundant soon afterwards when the company he worked at was transferred abroad. They had used his redundancy payment to place a deposit on a small motel which they could manage and which provided accommodation for them.
The motel was cheap and struggling financially. In reality they were working for the bank that had loaned them the balance of the purchase price. They only survived by doing most of the work themselves and letting out rooms discretely, cash only, for daytime use by couples who wanted somewhere private for an amorous encounter. To give Mary a break was why she had agreed to help out for the day.
She showered then looked into her drawer for her underwear. She should have done the laundry yesterday. The drawer holding her regular day-to-day bras and panties was empty. She looked into the next drawer down where she kept her fancy clothes and took out a pair of matching bra and panties that normally she only used for nights out.
It had been a while since she had last dressed in them. When she hooked her bra on, she found she had put on a little more weight. The bra was designed to show her cleavage anyway and now her breasts bulged over the cups. Luckily it still was comfortable and she pulled on a loose fitting t-shirt. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought that she had better not lean forward in front of anyone, as the neck of her t-shirt fell away, giving a good view of her enticing cleavage. She pulled on her sexy panties and a pair of jeans.
"Not too bad," she said to herself. All she needed was a tall, dark and handsome stranger to sweep her off her feet. He had better be rich too. In fact he needn't be tall, dark or handsome so long as he had money and was generous. She was tired of scraping by.
She made it to Mary's motel, only 20 minutes late. She needn't have worried because Mary was running late too. The two of them were very alike. Mary explained that there were only two guests last night, both had checked out.
"Would you mind servicing the two units, numbers 6 and 8?" Mary asked.
"Oh, there is a regular coming around noon with his girlfriend. He stays till about three, so he returns the key to the office when he has finished so we can service the room straightaway, if necessary. He always has unit 9, and pays $50, in cash of course."
Mary was running around flustered, as her partner waited patiently for her.
"There's a new magazine you'll like." Mary told her as she started for the door. "It should be in the lounge or the bedroom," she said mischievously, implying that it had some sexy, romantic stories.
With Mary gone, she pushed the service trolley to the two units that needed cleaning. An hour later she had both of them cleaned and the beds changed. As she was putting out the clean towels, she realised that she was short of one for unit 8. She must have miscounted when she was loading up the trolley. She pushed the trolley back to where it was stored intending to get the missing towel from the linen cupboard and finish the unit.
The motel phone rang. She hurried to answer it. It was a booking for the next day, with the person asking a number of questions that seemed to go on for ever. She forgot all about the missing towel and decided that she needed her break and made a cup of coffee. Also she was keen on seeing what magazine Mary had left her. It wasn't in the lounge so she went into their bedroom. There it was on the bedside table and on top of it was a large vibrator. The bed was unmade and there was a nearly-dry stain on the bottom sheet. She grinned.
"So that was why you were running late, Mary," she said to herself, "getting a good fuck to start the day." She picked up the vibrator and pressed the switch. It was almost fully charged and vibrated powerfully. She felt herself go damp between her legs, but she switched it off. She picked the magazine up and almost as an afterthought, the vibrator too and took them back into the lounge where her coffee was waiting. She sipped the coffee and read some of the stories. Mary was right, she did like them and started to feel herself going damp again as she imagined herself being made romantic love to. Almost without realising it, she rubbed her crotch, then undid her jeans, switched the vibrator on and lay back while she rubbed it over her panties. She was being turned on and soon pushed aside the panties' leg so that she could slide the vibrator into her pussy. It felt good inside her. She was building up to a climax when the motel office door rang. It was the guest for unit 9. Hurriedly, she switched the vibrator off, pulled her jeans back up and did them up.
She knew that she looked flushed, but there was nothing she could do about it. Perhaps he wouldn't notice.
"I've a booking" he said.
"Unit 9?" she queried.
"Yes that's right" he said smiling at her. He was looking at her chest more than her face.
"That will be $50 please," she told him. He put three $20 bills on the counter. She looked for the small tin box that kept the change for cash-only guests that the tax man wouldn't know about. It was on the counter somewhere, underneath the pile of papers that Mary never tidied up. She was leaning forward to search for it. When she found it she straightened up and saw that he had been looking down her shirt at her cleavage. She gave him a $10 bill change and as he turned, she noticed that he had a bulge in his jeans where his cock had gone hard.
"You've still got what it takes, girl" she thought, smiling.
"Have fun," she told him wickedly.
"Yes, we will" he said, grinning back at her as he was leaving the room.
She hung around in the office for a few more minutes before seeing a second car draw up at unit 9. A woman got out and hurriedly went into the unit, no doubt hoping no one had seen her.
She went back into the lounge and sat down picking up her magazine again. A few minutes later she remembered about the missing towel. She decided that she had better replace it straight away, in case she forgot about it again. She picked the towel up from the linen cupboard and went across to unit 8, quietly letting herself in. She put the towel in the bathroom, carefully arranging it. As she was about to come back out of the unit, she heard the couple in unit 9 next door. They obviously hadn't wasted any time as there was the sound of sex coming through the wall separating the two units. Feeling a little guilty she went to the wall between the two units, squeezed beside a bedside table and placed her ear against the wall.
The wall was thin and was no barrier to the sound. He was giving his girlfriend a hard fucking and she heard the woman cry out as she fast approached her climax. It turned her on, and she felt herself go wet. There, she heard him give several grunts accompanied by the girlfriend's cries of "oh, oh, oh". He must be cumming she realized, shooting his load into the girlfriend who was having an orgasm. The noise of sex ceased so she moved away from listening at the wall.
Unfortunately she knocked the clock radio off the bedside table. It landed on the floor with a clatter and broke out into loud music as it turned itself on. Hurriedly, she switched it off, set it back on the table and left the unit as quickly as she could, hurrying back to the office. Ten minutes later she heard a car leaving. It was the girlfriend who must have got dressed quickly. Then she saw the boyfriend walking towards the office. He opened the door and entered. He looked very, very angry.
"Oh, I thought that you were staying another couple of hours," she said nervously.
"Yes, so did I," he snarled back at her, slamming the keys to his room on the counter.
