She accepts Alma's offer

Lisa peered out at the hot sun from under the hotel porch, then turned back to Alma nodding. "Thank you, it would be nice to get out of the heat for a while." she said gratefully.

Alma led Lisa inside, guiding her to an old worn leather couch that sat in a shadowy corner of what served as the hotel lobby, dining room and bar. Lisa took a seat while Alma disappeared into the kitchen, returning shortly after carrying two cups of steaming hot tea. The old woman handed one to Lisa and placed her's down on a little side table before lowering herself onto the couch, the timber frame groaning inside as it took her considerable weight. As she settled in, Alma's large, sweaty form pressed up against Lisa's barely covered body, the sensation making Lisa want to recoil and pull away but she fought the urge, not wishing to be impolite to her host.

Once Alma had finally settled she turned to Lisa with a warm smile. "I'm sorry love, truly. Thing is see, me history with ol' Harry is a bit of a sore spot..." she nodded towards a framed photograph on the wall which, while dark and hard to make out, Lisa eventually realised was a picture of Alma and her son, Virgil.

"Wait..." said Lisa wide eyed, "Harry is his fath...". She trailed off as Alma nodded sagely.

"Old bastard never admitted it, said it hadda be someone else's, no matter how much tha boy was his spitting image." Alma sighed. "It were a blessing in the end I reckon, Virgil is a momma's boy and Harry never was much for daddyin'... except in the bedroom." she added with a grin.

Lisa nodded silently as she took a nervous sip of tea, the old woman's revelation making her feel increasingly uncomfortable. Alma continued, "But I reckon he mighta mellowed in his old age, Harry. Does he treat ya well love?"

Lisa nodded and sipped again, the hot tea surprisingly refreshing if a little sweet. She was feeling more relaxed already and she smiled as she responded. "Sure..." she began, "he's kind to me. He calls me sweet names and is grateful for the work I do around the house. He can be a little... rough, sometimes. But I kind of like that." Lisa made eye contact with Alma, the old woman's eyes glittering at her as she smiled back. The young woman felt heat in her cheeks and the skin making contact with Alma's moist flesh and wet-through dress tingled pleasantly as she made her admission.

Alma chuckled softly, "Ahh o'course love... any real woman loves the firm touch of a strong man." She reached out and placed a pudgy hand on Lisa's thigh, fingertips tracing gently over her soft skin causing the tingling feeling to intensify. Lisa did her best to ignore what she dimly realised was her growing arousal, looking away from Alma to gaze about the large room as she sipped on her tea.

"Virgil's a good boy an all, but he ain't the brightest spark an I can get ever so lonely sometimes, without someone ta make proper conversation with..." Alma was saying, her words becoming increasingly distant to Lisa whose mind had begun to feel slightly cloudy. She glanced down at her lap noticing vaguely that the old woman's hand was now much higher on her thigh, fingers threatening to slip beneath her tassles and the realisation amplified the pleasant warmth that now tingled through her entire body. When she looked to Alma she found the woman leering at her hungrily and as she lowered her gaze Lisa realised that Alma's other hand was buried between her own thick thighs which were now spread wide. The old woman was fingering herself and once Lisa realised she suddenly noticed the powerful tang of her sex in the air.

Despite her increasingly groggy state, Lisa knew this wasn't right. The old woman was taking advantage of her and she knew she should flee and never come back, for her own good. Unfortunately the growing lure of the intensely pleasurable feeling building inside Lisa was telling her something else, urging her to spread her legs and give in to her growing desires.