You check into a motel.

You pull up to the motel in the middle of a small rural town. It was a run-down, no-name motel but it seemed Keiko was happy with it as she bounces out of the car, entering the motel office. You look at the car’s tire tracks, still fresh enough to recall those memorable moments of the two farmgirls— Connie and Loretta —frantically running out of the woods, half-naked and **** to chase after them.

You shake your head and chuckle at how easily Keiko had outsmarted them, a hint of admiration for her cleverness surfacing in you. Then your thoughts turn elsewhere, and your grin widen as you grab the motel room key and, after another quick glance around, follow Keiko inside.

The room was not lavish by any measure, but it is clean and practical — a bed, dresser, and a small table. As promised, Keiko is already there, busy removing her dress and shoes. You shut the door behind you and watch, awestruck, as the sensuous curves of her body slowly materializes in the diffused light of the waning sun.

"Come here," she says, her voice low and inviting.

You comply immediately, and as you do, she wraps her body around you like a cat curling up into a ball on a sunny day. She giggles slyly as she realizes how aroused you already are.

“Ah, so you think I’m tighter than those farmgirls?” she questions, her voice playful.

You clear your throat, embarrassed by how obvious your arousal is.

“I’m sure of it,” you breathe.

Without warning, she spin you around so you are facing toward from her. With you now firmly in position, she leans back against the mattress, then spreads her legs wide apart. There is a tantalizing pause as your eyes locked, and then slowly, almost reverently, she begin guiding your hips towards hers.

Every inch of pleasure that she doles out seemed to be measured and savored, and before long, you find yourself helplessly lost in her tight embrace. Your body melds with hers, creating an almost perfect fit, and soon your every thrust is met with a chorus of muffled moans from her.

Then, when you finally reach your crescendo, Keiko leans in and whispers in your ear, "See, I’m much tighter than Connie and Loretta.”

Afterwards, the two of you lay there, happily exhausted and wrapped in each other’s arms. All of a sudden, you start to laugh, prompting Keiko to look up in surprise.

"What is it?" she asks.

"You were right," you say. "You’re too much to resist."