Yes

Jack sat at the table for a couple of minutes waiting for Paula. He felt guilty for the blowjob he got earlier. "Why would I do something like that?" He pondered as he sipped on the coffee that has gone cold since that young waitress brought it almost half an hour ago. "Is it some kind of ****? How can it be **** if she hasn't done anything yet?" Jack took another sip of his cold coffee. "But she is the one who started all this by stating her intent, isn't she? She's the reason he was there in the first place."

Finally, he saw Paula's Benz pull up the fork from the highway and park in the spot reserved for motel guests. "She never did care about the rules." Jack thought and chuckled as Paula left the car and clicked the lock button making the lights on the car flash in the dim light of the fading day. She was wearing a purple summer dress that subtly showed off her cleavage. Her hair was tied up neatly, and the lipstick matched the dress. "She is sweet as candy." Jack thought.

The doorbell rang as Paula went in the highway motel lobby bar. She looked around the place, it was nearly empty. Only a handful of people were mingling or passing time. A couple of guys with trucker hats at the bar chatting with the waitress, some guy reading the papers in the corner, two women leaving the place for their rooms and, of course, Jack sitting by the window.

Paula walked over. "Hey honey." She said as she sat next to him.

"Hey, babe." He smiled and placed his hand on her knee.

She kissed him, he returned the kiss. As they broke off, she asked: "How long have you been waiting here?"

"Oh, maybe five, ten mintues." Jack lied as the waitress approached their table.

"Hello and welcome to Green Oaks motel, would you like a drink?" The petite waitress asked Paula, but did not take her eyes off Jack who tried to look away uncomfortably.

"I'll take a double scotch and soda, thanks. Long day." Paula said and turned to Jack who was pretending to read the price list.

"Will that be all?" The waitress lingered and exchanged a look with Jack.

"Uhm, yes." He said. "That will be all."

As the waitress walked away, Paula stretched her arms and yawned. "I don't like the way she looked at you." She said through her yawn.

"What?" Jack put down the price list.

"Would you fuck her?" Paula inquired.

"WHaTT?!" Jack was caught off guard, he didn't expect her to be this straightforward.

"I want to know." Paula said.

"She can't be more than 19." Jack protested.

"She's a grown woman. We fucked since we were 17." Paula argued and looked down at her legs.

"I don't know what to say." Jack told her as she took his hand in hers.

"Say what you think." Paula told him and gently dragged his hand to her lap.

"You're not wearing any panties." He realized.

"No." Paula said and felt blood rush to her stomach. That gut feeling you get when you're doing something exciting and dangerous.

They were interrupted by the waitress, Paula let go of his hand and placed hers on the table, awaiting her drink.
"Here you go, one double scotch and soda. Should I bill it to your room or?" The waitress asked as she put down the glass. This time without staring at Jack.

"Cash." Paula said as she pulled out her wallet and paid her drink, leaving a generous $100 tip. Jack was shocked, she rarely tipped more than 10%.

"Oh my god, thank you so much." The waitress smiled as she grabbed the bill. She walked away slowly, inviting a look at her tight ass.

"Yes, you would fuck her." Paula concluded as she took a sip of scotch. Jack remained silent.

"There, was that so hard to admit?" She asked as she ran her hand down to his crotch, cupping his semi-erect cock. They exchanged eye contact, but Jack looked down at the table.

"She would fuck you too. I can tell these things..." Paula continued, while slowly stroking him over his pants. "...because it's the same for me." Jack looked back at her.

"I want to fuck a stranger, Jack. I want to feel the way she does. There's no love attached to it, it's hard to explain." Paula looked down, looking kind of sad. "We've been together since high school and you're the only man I ever loved. But I have this itch I have to scratch, to feel another man inside me. To know what it would feel like..." Jack placed his hand on her mouth, gently.

"It's okay." He nodded. "I understand."

"Really?" Paula teared up.

"Yes." Jack let go a Freudian slip as his eyes ran over to the waitress for an instant of a second before looking back at Paula. "Do what you need to do."

"Thank you so much, honey." She hugged him and kissed him.

Paula took a long sip of her scotch and soda and got up from their table. She straightened her purple dress and slowly walked over to the ladies' room, not looking back at Jack.