AR Returns Ch62

It’s a motel, tucked out of the way, back in the swamp from the road a little. Well, this road is used to get to a lot of places; Gurlberg is not on the beaten path, and it takes quite a drive just to get to any highway, let alone the interstate. The room doors all open to the outdoors, which is awful on a night like this, but it has walls and power. For now.

They park haphazardly and rush through the brutal wind and downpour into the office to check in. Then it’s another miserable dash to their room, which is horrible. Instead of a cute cabin, they have wallpaper with baseballs on it and two queen beds with brown bedspreads that shriek in protest when touched. There’s a CRT television and the air smells like old, damp paper. The windows are so loose that the driving rain rattles them. The building is so flimsy that it hardly muffles the roar of the storm; they have to speak up to hear each other.

“How does this even work? What the fuck?” Jess demands, spreading her dripping arms and sniffing. “It’s rainwater!”

“It’s rainwater and swamp water,” Stef replies tiredly.

Whatever it is, it smells.

This shower can’t fit four, and nobody is horny. Soon there are four wet, bedraggled women wearing towels seated on the two beds, eating snacks that Riley brought for the cabin. It’s late, but nobody can possibly sleep. Riley’s been up for twenty hours, and Jess’s nerves are fried from driving in the hurricane. It’s sad. And yet, Stef and Adella are still Stef and Adella.

“Are you seriously wanting to get laid right now?” Riley asks when she notices the way that Adella’s rubbing her back.

“What else is there to do in a shitty motel room?” Stef asks, leaning over to kiss Jess’s neck.

Jess does not respond at all.

“Did we tell you that we gave your mom a Sybian?” Stef asks.

“Is that supposed to be a turn-on?” Riley demands, irked.

“I guess not. I have an idea.” Stef comes over and kneels in front of Riley.

“That’s my idea,” Adella says, using a foot to push her away. “Take care of your wife.”

“Yeah, you better,” Jess grumbles.

That’s how Riley finds herself in a shitty motel room, naked on a squeaky bed, legs wide, and being eaten out by Adella. And then she’s lying next to Jess, gazing into her eyes with Adella’s weight on top of her as the storm batters the motel. Jess is getting the same treatment from Stef, her breasts and body moving with each thrust. She’s holding Riley’s hand and squeezing it. Riley just holds her gaze as she feels Adella’s lips on her neck and her cock deep inside her. Things could be worse.