Chapter 11
Packer readjusted the water's temperature, and then stepped under the spray. As he began his shower and had a chance to think clearly, he couldn't believe that she'd been in there with him just a minute ago. It seemed like a dream, just as the rest of it seemed, everything that had happened since she'd honked the horn at the curb.
He couldn't believe that she'd picked him up and brought him here merely for a party, as she'd put it. Of course, it could very well be the reason. She'd admitted that she was over-sexed, and that she'd never been happy with just one man.
Packer showered quickly because he couldn't wait to get out and see what she was doing now. Maybe she'd been kidding him all along. Maybe while he'd been in the shower she'd dressed and gone. He danced about under the cold spray then shut it off and stepped out of the stall.
The bathroom door was closed. As he toweled himself dry he stopped occasionally and listened. He could hear no sound in the other room. He flung the towel aside, picked up his clothes and silently opened the bathroom door.
He still could hear no sound and he was now positive that she'd left the room. Then he saw her. She was standing near one of the lamps, facing him and holding a glass in her hand.
She'd been waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. The moment he caught sight of her his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. His reaction made her laugh softly. The clothes he'd been holding in one hand slipped from his fingers and fell to the rug.
She asked, "What's the matter?"
Packer swallowed a couple of times and tried to answer. First of all he'd been surprised to see her because he'd been positive she had sneaked out on him.
Secondly, the moment he did see her, his surprise had been doubled. He hadn't expected to see her waiting for him like this. Her hair was still damp but she'd brushed it and the golden curls now framed her face. It was the negligee she was wearing that made the blood pump through his veins.
It was black and very sheer. Standing near the lamp he was able to see the outline of her sexy body under its sheerness. Her breasts appeared dark and sultry, as well as the joy that was snuggled between her thighs.
"I ... I thought you might have sneaked out while I was showering," he managed to answer.
Again she laughed. "That's the last thing I intend to do."
He nodded. "I can see that."
As he walked towards her he saw that her glance was moving slowly over his nude body. Her eyes were shadowed but her scrutiny made his skin glow.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked.
Packer shook his head. Standing directly in front of her now he saw that her golden breasts appeared dusky through the sheer black silk. And when he put his hands over them he felt the heat seeping into his palms. Pleasant tingles of excitement coursed through his limbs.
He said, "A drink-that's the last thing I want."
Dottie put down her glass, and then she slid her arms around his neck and snuggled her lush hot body against him. His heart began to pound and he felt the flush of passion; but he was surprised that his manhood failed to respond.
"I thought you'd never ask," Dottie said. Her lips, moist and eager, found his mouth, and as her tongue drilled into his mouth he tasted the bourbon that she'd been drinking.
Savagely he embraced her and ground his pelvis against hers. The wildness of her tongue goose-fleshed his spine; and the heat of her supple back burned his fingers through the silk. He returned her kiss with lusty passion. He felt the urge to make it with her again; but still his manhood failed to respond.
He ripped his mouth from hers. "Damn it!" he said angrily.
"What's the matter?" She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent.
"I can't believe that I can't go again!"
"I can't believe it either, but you can't give up that easily."
She moved away from him, just enough so that her body was no longer touching his. Deftly her hands parted the front of her negligee.
Packer slid his hands inside, and the palms of his hands caressed her smooth and heated hips and sides. Now as she put her arms around his neck and willowed against him, her bareness was snuggled against him from shoulders to knees.
As her soft and hungry mound of sex rubbed against him he felt the quick jolt of response in his manhood. "That's much better," he said happily.
"I hope so," she purred. "Because if you gave up now I'd probably kill you."
Like a cat she rubbed her body against his. Then she added, "I'll probably kill you with sex anyway-before the night ends."
This time when they kissed her fingernails lightly scratched his back. Her squirming eager body quickly revived him and finally he was gasping for breath and surging with his pelvis, trying to probe her again.
She pushed him away from her. "Don't wear yourself out that way." The negligee slipped from her shoulders and fell to the rug as she walked over to the bed.
Before she'd completely settled onto her back Packer was sliding on top of her. His manhood was full and revived, and it felt slightly sore; but he forgot all about it as he guided it into her hot and damp sheath.
Now that he was inside of her he wanted to he on top of her lush and heated body. He wanted to enjoy the goodness that enveloped him while he nuzzled and suckled at her breasts. But already she'd begun to twist and rock beneath him. With her heels dug into the bed she was arching and bouncing against him.
"Come on!" she urged. "Give it to me. Give it to me hard and fast!"
"Sure," he said, "Sure."
He himself was no longer content to merely lie there. She'd begun the action and it felt tremendous. Without thinking he found that he was responding. Quickly and powerfully he thrust himself into her, moving faster and faster because she increased the tempo.
It was beautiful, it was fantastic. He felt as though he were on the very edge of a tremendous orgasm. He pumped and pounded her, wanting to get to the peak as quickly as possible. And yet, the faster and harder he pumped he wasn't getting any closer to the delirious finish.
His lungs were crying out for air. He was beginning to tire. His body screamed for fulfillment and for rest at the same time. Finally he was able to summon up a fresh burst of speed and energy.
And then it had been achieved. He was weary, spent and exhausted. He slumped forward and then rolled off the top of her. He wanted to sleep and rest for years.
"Come on!"
He heard her voice coming to him through the cloak of weariness that shrouded him. Then he felt her as she slapped his face sharply, and on both cheeks.
"What are you doing?" He tried to shove his shoulders off the bed so that he could sit up. They seemed to weigh a ton and he flopped onto his back again.
Again she slapped his face. His cheek was stinging but he was able to keep his eyes open and focused on her face.
He saw that her mouth was open and her eyes glittered. "You can't quit on me now!"
"But I've got to. I've got nothing left."
"That's what you think."
He felt her fingers tube around his member. Roughly she pulled at it while her nails dug into the skin.
"I've had it," he said. "Can't you tell?"
Again he heard her laugh. She was still taunting him. "You haven't even started."
"I'm finished. I'm beat." His eyelids came down and there was blackness.
"Not when you're with me." he heard her saying.
Suddenly he felt the quick and heated flick of her tongue. It spread a warm and wonderful flush through his groin and thighs. He relaxed, liking the good feeling that she was bringing to him. Vaguely he realized that now she was taking him into her mouth.
Dottie heard the urgent rapping on the door of the motel, but she ignored it. She continued to concentrate on him, and already she felt his revival. His manhood was getting bigger; and as it became hard and erect.
The rapping started up again. "Dottie!" It was Olive Stone's voice. "I've got to talk to you. Let me in. Hurry!"
Dottie slowly straightened up and shoved the hair away from her face. She glanced disgustedly at the door, then back at Packer. Gently her hand continued to manipulate him, and he was becoming larger in her palm.
Dammit, she thought, why did Olive have to spoil this night for me? Dottie had made up her mind that she was going to torture Packer tonight, to kill him with sex, because of what he'd done to her marriage. The rapping started up again and Dottie knew that Olive wouldn't go away.
Packer was now propped up on one arm, looking at Dottie. "Don't answer it," he said.
"Why not?" She hopped off the bed. "Two's a party-three's much more fun."
She opened the door and saw Olive standing outside. Dottie stepped back and Olive entered. Behind Olive, Luther suddenly appeared. He pushed himself through the doorway and closed the door behind him.
"Well, this is a surprise," Dottie said. She began to retreat slowly as Luther and Olive came towards her. "How did you know I'd be here?"
Both Olive and Luther were smiling at her in a strange way. Olive said, "We noticed your car parked outside and decided to drop in for a visit." Her glance flicked about the room. "I guess we're in time for the party."
Packer noticed that both Luther and Olive had merely glanced at him. They were both concentrating on Dottie. He didn't like Olive and he cared less for Luther. He had to get out of there fast.
Packer hurtled off the bed and scooped up his clothes. As he ran for the door he was sure someone would try to stop him. He had his hand on the knob, he jerked the door open, and then he was outside. There was no one around. He jumped behind some shrubbery that screened him and dressed hurriedly. The door of the motel closed but no one came outside.
Packer ran out of the back of the motel area and trotted up the street.
Dottie had now retreated until her legs were touching the edge of the bed. While Luther closed the door after the departing Packer, Dottie sat down on the bed and waited. Because she didn't know what the two of them wanted, she wished she could have escaped out the door, too.
And then she noticed that Luther came up and stood beside Olive. His arm was around her waist. Now everything really became confused.
Olive said softly, "It's a shame that he had to leave. It would have been such a nice party."
"It's too bad you're all alone now," Luther said. There was no anger in his voice. It was a though he was speaking to a child.
Dottie slid off the bed. She walked over to her glass, picked it up and took a couple of good swallows. She wasn't wearing any clothes and she didn't plan to put them on. What the hell? Both of them had seen her in the nude before.
She became aware of Luther and Olive talking softly. Olive said, "She does have a striking body, doesn't she?"
Luther said, "I thought the same way at one time-until I really got a good look at you."
"You're very sweet." Olive nuzzled her head against his cheek.
"And you're delightful." He kissed her tenderly on the mouth as she looked at him.
Dottie dumped some more bourbon into her glass and drank it straight. The raw liquor hit her stomach but it did little to decrease her anger.
Then she said, "I'm sure both of you know all about each other."
"Of course," Olive said. "We have no secrets."
"Not any more," Luther said. "As soon as my divorce from you is final, Olive and I plan to get married."
Dottie stared at them through slitted lashes. It couldn't be! Not Luther and Olive! Now she understood clearly why they'd come to the motel. They wanted to torture her, just as she'd wanted to torture Packer. One final dagger thrust. Dottie still had a few things that she wanted to tell them.
"That's real sweet," Dottie said. "My guts are all choked up!"
"You're very crude, my dear," Olive said.
"You see," Luther added, "the poor girl has no breeding, and no class whatsoever."
Dottie was seething. Her eyes glittered as she looked at the two of them. "Whatever I'm lacking, I've still got a hell of a lot more than either one of you."
"But it doesn't show," Olive said.
"Not until you start to talk," Luther taunted.
"Damn you, both of you!" Dottie said. "No, I didn't mean that. You get my blessings because you're made for each other."
Dottie's glance was fixed on Olive. "You think you've got yourself a real man? Well, you'll be convinced-I'll give you about a week. Then you'll be lucky to see him with his clothes off, much less an erection."
Then Dottie's voice became very sweet as she looked at Luther. "Of course, you won't mind that at all. You won't have to worry about her. She won't bother you, and beg you for it the way I always did. Do you want to know why, Luther?
"Well, I'll tell you. Olive doesn't like men. She loathes men. She likes women. Oh, does she love women. So when she's away, at the office, or when you're away from home, you won't have to worry about her, Luther. You won't have to worry whether or not she'd out with another man. No, you won't have to worry about that because you'll know she's out with another woman. She picks them off the street the way some women pick up stray alley cats."
Now that Dottie had finished, she turned her back on them and poured another jolt of bourbon. Her heart was beating rapidly but she felt supreme satisfaction. As she drained her glass she felt a lot better.
Luther and Olive stood in the middle of the room. His arms were around his waist; and her hands were clasped at the nape of his neck. Their hips were jammed tightly against each other, and as they looked into each other's eyes both pelvises rubbed together.
"Now we know," Luther said in a low voice.
"We have no more secrets hidden in our dark pasts," Olive answered. "Will that make me less attractive to you?"
"Only when you've got your clothes on." Luther began to unbutton Olive's blouse.
Olive purred softly. "We are rather over-dressed, don't you think?"
"Definitely." He stepped away from her and slipped Olive's blouse from her shoulders. "Everyone wants to be 'in' these days."
Olive's hands were at her waist. Her skirt suddenly slid down her thighs and crumpled to a heap on the rug. "How long has it been, dear, since we made love?"
"Too long," he said. "Much too long." As he undressed his clothes became scattered about the floor.
"And we'll let Dottie watch," Olive purred. "Poor thing, she now has nothing else to do."
"Of course," Luther agreed. "We'll let her see that we're made for each other."
Through a haze of liquor and anger Dottie saw that they were moving towards the bed. Luther was wearing his shorts. Olive was in her bra and panties. Cursing softly under her breath Dottie ripped some clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom and dressed quickly.
When she came out of the bathroom she did not look directly at them; but out of the corner of her eyes she saw that they were both nude on the bed, with Luther stretched out on top of Olive.
Quickly Dottie threw her clothes into the suitcase and snapped it shut. Her ears caught the sound of Olive's soft and ecstatic moans and Luther's husky words of endearment.
Intermixed with their oral sounds were the slow and leisurely wet, sucking sounds. As Dottie hurried towards the door with her suitcase she couldn't help but notice that the sound was now increasing in loudness and in tempo.
It was suddenly cut off from her ears as she stepped outside and slammed the door shut behind her. She put the suitcase into her car and then drove quickly out of the motel parking lot area. On a sudden impulse she turned right. Where she was going now she didn't know.