Terri waited. Nothing. Well, there was one more thing she could try.
“I’ll be in the shower when you’re ready, sweetie….” She swung her hips as she walked into the bathroom. She could hear him gurgling behind her.
The anticipation fired her adrenaline. With all the sugar and caffeine in her system, she felt like a rocket about to take off. She also felt anger at Earl. She could kill the bastard. Kill him and move to Sedona where an old boyfriend ran a convenience store. But no. She wanted to use this energy to give herself the best lay she’d had in years….
She turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. She tucked her permed hair into a skimpy plastic cap the motel thoughtfully provided and got in. The water felt great. The tension began to melt slightly. And she could take as long a shower as she pleased. At home, Earl got homicidal if she used up the hot water on her body, for chrissakes.
She rubbed the lilac-scented soap over her plump expanse of flesh until the lather was as thick as whipped cream. She let the warmth wash over her, the energy flow through her.
The shower door opened and Pauldor stood naked, sort of, his gray leather suit hanging off his back, his pinkish underskin glistening with sweat. Terri’s eyes went to his groin. Her face brightened. He was not only well-hung, but he had almost a dozen more erections over his chest and stomach. Each one just as red and rigid as the one in his groin.
He got in and embraced her. The projections attached themselves to her with squishing suction pops. The last one slid gingerly in where it should. Terri yelped with pleasure and pain as the suction grew. Then she moved like she’d never done before. She gave it all she had. Take this Earl Sipes.
Pauldor gurgled loudly, his eyes rolling up into his head, leaving pale orbs, his hands kneading her, clawing her backside.
She was there. She howled, thankful she was not at home where Earl said everyone in the surrounding trailers could hear her. Paul gave an equally loud, but more pained sound, and the erections popped off. He stared down at his groin for a moment, seeming not to believe what he saw, then collapsed onto the shower floor.
Terri stared down at where once there had been a penis. She felt a slight burning and a cramp when the blackened flesh fell to the metal drain and washed between the slats. She put her hand to her mouth, then began to laugh. It was like she’d been stung by a bee and… no, she shook her head. This was something else. She knew foreigners had to be different in some way.
She checked to see if he was breathing and turned off the water. She decided he just needed to rest and tiptoed out.
As she dressed she noticed the marks the suction left. They were raw, sensitive to the touch. She carefully pulled her sweater back on. The scratches on her backside hurt too. For all the pain, she felt more satisfied than she could remember. Foreigners. She’ll have to tell Mary Ann about this one. Whew!
She shut the door quietly behind her and walked a little awkwardly back to the café.
Mary Ann was surprised to see her.
“You’re back so soon. Musta been a bust.”
“It was… incredible.” She sighed, radiant.
“No kidding. Well, I hope so. Earl called. He wants your ass home.
“Really? Oh, this is perfect. I feel great and Earl’s gonna be terrible jealous when he sees all the hickies I got. I’ll see ya!”
Terri was almost outside, stopped, then turned back and grinned.
“Take good care of my friend Paul if he comes in for breakfast. He should have a hearty appetite. And by the way, not all small guys are… you know. Some of ’em have more than you could imagine.”
She winked at Mary Ann and was gone.
Mary Ann shrugged and looked at her watch. She had a break coming in twenty minutes. Maybe he would be rested by then. She would just have to go find his room. Yup. She would.
