Chapter 3

Leonard turned off at the next exit and started down the narrow road into the local town.

Betty was still talking about finding a cozy place, and she was full of excitement.

“Oh, we’ll have an adventure tonight,” she said, “you and me alone together, just the two of us.”

He enjoyed her eagerness and began looking forward also to a private room. He realized that no one in the world knew where they were now or what motel they were in. This night they were safe from all intrusions by unwanted people.

He drove steadily while Betty looked at this place and that until she decided upon a nice white new motel with blue shutters.

He pulled into the pebble driveway, went to the door marked “ office,” and went inside.

He came out with one of the keys to the cottage in the backwoods.

He gave the key to Betty when he got back into the car.

“Oh, this is cute,” she said gleefully, “first you got me a big house in the country, and now you got me a little one. You’re marvelous. You really are.”

She had a knack of making light of things sometimes; he liked that about her. She was sweet and playful and could turn any event into a party when she was feeling full of cheer, and she was cheerful now, for damn sure.

He realized that she was feeling happy because she didn’t feel threatened. She felt safe with him, and that was how it should always be.

They didn’t have any clothes with them, no luggage of any sort. When they got into their room, it was just them as they were, rumpled clothing from the trip.

But neither minded that they looked a little unsavory. People often did on trips.

“I’ll take a shower if you don’t mind,” she said. “ It’s silly to shower and put on the same clothes, but it’s better than nothing, don’t you think, Leonard?”

He nodded forcefully.

“And after you, I’ll take one also,” he said.

“Well, why don’t you come in with me?” she said. “And I’ll scrub your back.”

She was playful and grinning, and Leonard couldn’t resist.

He took his clothes off, tossing them onto one of the chairs beside the table, and followed her cute, naked body into the bathroom.

He loved to watch the way her ass wiggled when she was walking barefoot. She had a special kind of body.

He dashed forward and cupped his hands under his ass cheeks. He squeezed them.

“Oh, honey,” she said, her voice all hazy.

He realized that she had built herself up to a horny state from blowing him off in the car. He knew he had to screw her soon, or she would be jumpy and uncomfortable. She could be demure though, and pretend that she wasn’t hot, but it didn’t work. She really was, and he knew all the signs.

He looked down into her face and saw the smoldering glitter in her eyes. That was the first telltale sign. Her cheeks were kind of flushed with a stain of red, as though someone had held her face near a fire. That was another sign.

And her lips were a little bit too dry. She was breathing through her mouth, and she kept on wetting them with a flicking motion of her tongue.

That too was a sign.

He glanced down with satisfaction at her lovely, firm breasts. The nipples were sticking out, and that was a sure sign.

He saw the panting of her ribs, and her belly was vibrating as she walked.

She looked kind of like a slithering sphinx, but he didn’t push her against the wall, he knew what he would do. He would wait until they got into the shower.

The nice thing about Betty was that she was sensible. She could fuck in any position, and she loved to screw standing up, as well as lying down.

The bathroom was clean with blue tiles and bright towels. Betty opened the glass door and reached in for the lever that turned on the water.

She adjusted the temperature.

Suddenly, a splash came shooting out and was directed at an odd angle, so that it hit her in the face.

She shuddered, squinted, and giggled.

She had been surprised.

Leonard reached in front of her and adjusted the shower head high up where she couldn’t reach.

“There,” he said, directing the spray away from her, into the corner of the shower. ‘That’s better now.”

He felt the water and made sure that it was the right temperature, warm, but not hot. He knew how she liked it.

“Okay, you can go in,” he said.

She picked up the piece of soap and ripped the paper wrapping off it, crumpled it, and dropped it into a wastepaper basket. She took down a washcloth and stepped into the water.

He stood there watching her suddenly becoming wet, watching the silver drops of water slither down from her shoulders onto the points of her nipples, and around and over, like little tongues of liquid caressing her skin.

The rivulets formed and gathered in her bellybutton and went past the small curve of her belly beneath, and hooked into the curly hairs of her cunt.

Then they dripped off from the tips of the curl and mingled with the water around her ankles.

She looked like a beautiful statue at some faraway place, in the center of a fountain.

Glinting through the shower drops, she said, “Coming in?”