Christmas Day - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Christmas Day - Part 2

... a bulletproof window to register.

If I wasn’t so tired, I probably would have returned home. The clerk slid a key through the window and pointed to his left. The green key tag read Room #5. I went back to my truck, picked up my travel bag, and walked to the room. I opened the door to a room with purple walls, a single lamp with a dimly lit bulb, an old dresser, and a full-size bed with a floral pattern spread. Everything looked like it was thirty years old. I might have been better off driving home.

What a fleabag this place was. The only thing on my mind was the old Alfred Hitchcock movie “Psycho.” I checked the bathroom and under the bed. Then I pulled back the covers to make sure the place didn’t have bedbugs. The television was old, but it worked. Considering the condition, the room was clean and functional. It would serve its purpose for the night, a bed and a shower.

I stripped out of the dress I had on from earlier in the day, propping up a pillow and sitting up naked on the bed. My eyes shut for what I thought was a few minutes and I dreamt about the brothers that double penetrated me just a few hours earlier. I awoke with hunger pains over an hour later. If I were traveling on business I would order room service or go to the hotel restaurant. This place had neither. I put on a fresh outfit, my favorite. It’s thin cotton, a bright red dress, and matching red heels. As usual, I did not put on a bra or panties. It was too restricting and accentuated my body ...

... nicely.

It was time to go explore Daytona. I didn’t have to go far. Walking distance from the motel was the LandShark Bar and Grill, part of the Margaretville chain of restaurants. The evening air was cool and the wind was blowing off the ocean. The chill made my nipples stand up and strain my cotton dress. I love showing off in public. It was exciting and I knew I would get many looks.

Now, I can enjoy a meal and a cocktail to celebrate Christmas. It doesn’t sound like an extraordinary way to celebrate the holiday, but I was going to enjoy myself. Alone, in a bar on Christmas is a great way to meet people. I hate sitting alone in a booth or at a table. I chose a seat in the middle of the bar and ordered the LandShark Fish & Chips and a Jack Daniels. It didn’t take long for a gentleman to strike up a conversation with me. He seemed pleasant enough making small talk. He sat with me through my entire meal.

He introduced himself as Randy. I returned the introduction and then waved over to the bartender to pour me another whisky. My new friend insisted on buying my drink. Who am I to refuse a cocktail when someone is willing to buy? The glass was filled with a double, nice. Randy picked up his glass and made a toast to the upcoming New Year. I raised my glass and said cheers.

Time was starting to pass quickly. It was pitch black over the ocean. I had to decide if I was going to stay at LandShark or if I would move on to a different place. It was too early to go back to ...