He meets the couple in the room next door.
Disclaimer: All characters are fictional and over 18 years old. There are scenes of bisexual acts. If you do not care for such, skip this tale.
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Jeff got his first look at Charlie after checking into the motel. It wasn’t really a look, more of a glimpse. The kind of glance that makes a man jerk his head around to get a better view. It was instinctual. Naked flesh has that effect on men. When he did, she was gone. Undoubtedly she entered one of the rooms she’d been close to when he caught a glimpse of her.
He glanced down at the key in his hand, reminding himself of his room number. It was room 21, the one at the very end. He got in his car and parked it in the space nearest to the door. Getting his single suitcase, he noticed a gap appear in the curtains of the room window next to his. Two bright blue eyes stared out at him. Jeff raised his free hand to wave, but the gap was pulled closed. He felt foolish as he waved at nobody.
He noticed wet prints of delicate feet on the walkway in front of his door. Evidently, the slender girl had just finished swimming. If she wore a swimsuit, it escaped his notice. What stuck in his mind was a vision of pale, naked, youthful flesh.
The room was small and dominated by a queen-sized bed. The walls were hung with copies of the same pictures seen in other motel rooms. A flat-screen TV on a stand dominated the wall across from the bed. There were a sink and mirror in an alcove at the far end of the room. He assumed the bathroom was through the closed door. After he moved it into place under the window, a small round table would be his desk. A small dresser with three drawers somehow found room against one wall, with an unframed mirror above it.
The room was cave-like. Even with the curtains open and the flood of late afternoon sunlight coming through the window, this was true. Jeff slid open the window to let in some air. He unpacked his meager belongs, set up his laptop, and checked the free WiFi. It wasn’t fast, but it would do. He placed the only framed picture he’d taken from his house on the dresser. The room wasn’t much, but for the time being, it would be home.
He silently thanked the stranger at the bar for recommending this off-the-beaten-track destination. It would be the perfect getaway to ponder his future. He would be able to work and think in complete peace.
The sound of the shower next door filled Jeff’s room. The wall between the rooms was paper-thin. It seemed to be a long shower for these days of water rationing California was experiencing. But it was no concern of his. It was the motel manager’s problem if it was anybody’s.
Jeff took off his shoes and socks. He then lay on the bed and relaxed, deciding he’d done enough for the day. The white noise of the shower and the warm sunlight from the window caused him to doze off.
“Varoom … varoom …. varoom!”
Jeff was jolted awake by the thunderous racket of a revving motorcycle inside the room. At least, it sounded as if it was inside. He leaped from the bed and rushed to the window. A large man with a bushy red beard sat on a Harley playing with its throttle. Since the rider was wearing tinted goggles, Jeff couldn’t tell where the man was looking. Jeff edged to the side so the curtain would hide him. ‘Better to be safe than sorry,’ he thought.
A slender long-haired blonde girl skipped into view. She pranced up to the bearded rider, leaned towards him, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Afterward, she pulled on a full-coverage helmet and flipped down its visor. She valued her skull and appearance more than her boyfriend valued his. The man’s helmet was of the skid lid variety.
The girl nimbly hopped behind the rider, placing her small sandal-clad feet on the passenger pegs. She wrapped her beautiful bare arms around his waist and rested her head sideways against the back of his shoulders. The man backpedaled a few steps, easing the powerful bike out of the parking space. The girl’s brilliant blue eyes stared back at Jeff as the bike zoomed away. The girl’s naked thigh flashed into view as her short skirt floated up in the slipstream.
Jeff’s cock was swollen in his pants. He’d woken with an erection. His dream came back to him. The vision of a shower and the soap-slicked hot flesh of a young girl pressed against his body played at the edges of his memory.
‘Wow, all that from a glimpse of a girl,’ he thought. ‘It has been too long since I’ve gotten laid.’
Giving in to his restlessness, rather than any hunger, he decided to get dinner. He stowed the laptop under the bed, shut the window, drew the curtains, and turned on the light. He hung the Do-Not-Disturb sign on the exterior door handle and made sure it was locked. Only a couple of other cars were in the motel parking lot. There weren’t many guests staying here so far.
He returned after a fast-food dinner and an exploratory drive around the town. The same cars remained in the lot. The only addition was the big Harley in the space next to his. The glow coming from the two rooms next to each other stood in stark contrast to the rest of the darkened rooms. He found it strange that the No-Vacancy sign was showing.
The sound of splashing water came from the pool, which was a little ways past his room. He decided to check it out before going inside. He planned on getting some use out of it. After all, he was paying for it.
The pool shone with the turquoise of two white lights submerged in a bluish bath. Jeff recognized the couple in it immediately. They were the Harley rider and the slender girl. The lovers sat in the water on the pool steps, their arms around each other.
Jeff watched as the couple made out. The sight did nothing to squash his arousal. If he were invisible, he would stay for the show. Since he wasn’t, he would give them privacy. As he turned to leave, he heard a sweet girlish voice call out, “Hi, neighbor.”
Jeff swung around towards her voice and took a few steps closer to her. “Hi, I’m Jeff. It’s nice to meet you.” His natural friendliness came to the fore until the girl’s boyfriend rose to his feet. The floodlights which lighted the pool area cast the man’s face in shadow. He couldn’t see the big man’s face, but he imagined it glowering at the interruption. Jeff’s posture sagged, and his smile broadened as he tried to appear harmless.
The man strode up to Jeff, shoved a massive right hand out, and said, “Fucking pleased to meet you, fucking neighbor. The name’s Hank, and this is my daughter, Charlie.” He gestured with his left hand to the girl behind him.
“Oh, I thought she was your girlfri-,” Jeff began before realizing the comment might be out of place.
“Ha, ha. I get it. She is a fucking daddy’s girl, and she’s always been fucking affectionate,” Hank explained.
From what Jeff witnessed moments before, affection was an understatement. “Well, I just wanted to check out the pool. Sorry to bother you,” Jeff excused himself and turned to go.
Hank took him by the arm and said, “Come on now. I’ve got a fucking six-pack with our names on it. Let’s sit by the fucking pool and fucking shoot the shit.”