We were made to crawl up two flights of stairs to their room. The girls didn’t say anything to us – not at first anyway.The motel room was just li...e ours, only much dirtier. The beds had been flipped over and pushed up against the wall. There was an overpowering smell of mildew and Cuban spices and food. The room had a lot of empty bottles, trash, and a makeshift kitchen of sorts. A folding card table sat over a mini-fridge with two crock pots and a hot plate resting on it.The family had also. As he drank his coffee he kept glancing in my direction and smiling. He was a nice looking man, clear smooth skin the color of caramel and a friendly smile. Remembering the last time I sat across from a black man here, my thighs began pumping and a strange feeling came over me. I could feel a veil of lust invading my mind and my body began throbbing, yearning and I knew that I wanted this man to want me, to desire me as the other had. I was confused by my thoughts and my body was warm, aroused. I knew Carrie was sort of a closet nudist, but her comfort with her nakedness quietly proved it. I had never realized how large her breasts were. She easily had to be a D cup, which was very surprising as she is only 5 foot 2 and weighs no more than 115 pounds. Her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail I got undressed and followed her in.The tub was warm and inviting, and we sat there in an awkward moment of silence I wondered who would make the first move. Just then, Carrie slid up along. We had been in a relationship for a couple of years now, and I still hadn’t told my parents exactly what she was, just that I had met someone and that we were going steady. The distances involved and our workload meant that visits like this one were few and far between. It wasn’t through any shame that I had failed to inform my parents, Raz could be crass at times, but I knew that she would do her best to make a good impression. It was just that my parents were somewhat traditional and I didn’t.