Her little stories were exciting but innocent ... not a really big deal. Somehow, I thought there was more. I could just feel it.I was right. My intui...ion was right on!As things happen, it all came about in a strange way.One Christmas on short notice I had to leave on a business trip which kept me out of town the two weeks before Christmas. She was pissed, especially since shopping wasn't done and we had to rush to do it before I left. On the way back from my trip I was going to have to drive. I reach into my bag and pull out the remainder of the half bottle of Gin and take a deep swig, my long manicured fingers caress the bottle neck, not enough rimage for self-abuse pleasure, but maybe in the ass, I take another deep draught. When I am in this room, I just think of all the stuff that people do in here. I have a primeval urge to smell everything in here, I want to smell the carpet, I want to smell the walls, the mattress, which is like, been here forever, since the motel is opened. She lay down on the bed and opened her legs to reveal the deep wetness which lay between and started moving her hands all over her body, cupping her tits and beginning to moan in anticipation.I moved my cock to her pussy lips and moved it around, trying to find all the spots I’d heard about in my porn tapes. Her body shivered as I slowly played with her.“mmmm.... Please fuck me baby... don’t tease me....”I needed no more encouragement as I began to press into her wetness and found her. Yeah. I think I can. I’m not doing anything anyways.” A smile formed on my lips.“Oh thank you! I am so sorry for the sudden notice! I just..I trust you and I needed someone quick. Y’know?” Her voice…my god. “Yeah, it’s cool."“Okay. Thank you again!” I could practically hear the smile on her face. "Sure thing. Bye.”“See you in a little bit.” I then hung up my phone, sat up on my bed, and stretched. After I put on some shorts, made myself presentable, sprayed some Acqua di Gio on, I headed.