The letter ...

As Sarah closed the door, she spotted the envelope lying on the floor. As she picked it up, she chuckled, realizing she had never signed for it. A questioning expression crossed Sarah’s face as she held the envelope. It had something other than a letter inside of it. It bulged in the middle as Sarah inspected the otherwise plain exterior, addressed to her. It was typed with no return address listed. Curiosity getting the better of her, she carefully ripped open the envelope. There was a single sheet of paper inside, wrapped around a red key tag with a gold key attached. The paper had the word, “NOW,” written largely in black marker on it. Sarah held the key ring in her right hand as her left hand began shaking.

Sarah was confused, not knowing what the letter and contents meant. She refocused her attention to the key ring. As she inspected it more closely she saw the number, “17,” etched into the hard plastic, filled in with a faded white paint. She flipped the tag over in her palm and read the words, “Grandview Motel.” The knot in her stomach tightened as she realized the key was to a room at the infamous seedy motel, known for renting rooms by the hour. To make matters worse, the sudden realization that Brad could be playing his “games” flooded her brain. All this after having just fucked the mailman!

Sarah contemplated whether to go or not for two minutes, standing idly in the foyer, examining the key. Making up her mind, she clenched the key in her fist and grabbed her purse. She headed to the garage and headed in the direction of the motel. During the trip, she wondered how long Brad had been waiting, worried that she wasted too much time with the mailman. She also wondered what Brad had planned. She frantically remembered the kids. She didn’t know if she’d be home in time. She grabbed her cell phone and called her sister, Ann. Ann said she’d pick up the kids and keep them until Sarah was done with her errands. Relieved, Sarah hung up and continued on her journey. An idea popped into her head; a little insurance policy, she convinced herself, dialing Brad at work. Missy, his secretary, answered and told Sarah that Brad had left early to visit a potential worksite development project. Sarah smiled to herself, convinced Brad ‘was’ playing his games, though she still worried that he had been waiting too long. She was also concerned about the cum still oozing from her fucked furrow. She hoped she could clean up in the bathroom. After what seemed like an eternity, Sarah pulled into the motel’s gravel lot.

She circled the facility looking for the room and easily found the well marked door in the front. She didn’t see Brad’s car though, and circled once more looking for his car. Not spotting it, Sarah gave up and parked directly in front of the designated room. Sarah’s mind was so preoccupied with the scenario that she never considered hiding her car like so many other patrons did. She also didn’t take notice that there were only three other cars parked anywhere nearby. She put the car keys into her purse and grabbed the red key tag. She tucked the purse under the seat and got out of the car, locking everything inside. She’d use the keyless entry when it was time to leave.

Standing at the doorway, Sarah took a deep breath, unsure of what she was getting herself into. She had come this far. It was seemingly apparent that Brad had this all planned. She let the air out of her lungs as she inserted the key into the hole and twisted, hearing the loud click come from behind the door.

As Sarah stepped into the room, she was surprised by the atmosphere, expecting much worse from its reputation. The large queen bed lay directly in front of her to her left. On either side of the bed were old rotting tables, each with a wall mounted lamp above it. There was a cushioned chair at the far side of the room, next to the entrance to the dingy looking bathroom. Other than that the room was bare of any other essentials. Looking at the bed once again, Sarah spotted four items neatly placed atop the ugly plaid comforter.

Her heart began beating harder in her throat as she neared the bed to inspect the items more closely. There on the bed, lay a large black blindfold with a wide elastic band. Next to that lay an enticingly beautiful burgundy satin and black corded lingerie undergarment. To the right of the sexy piece was a five dollar roll of quarters, which Sarah, after some questioning, finally realized was for the “Motion Magic” vibrating bed, seeing the slot and instructions just above the battered headboard. The fourth item is what sent chills up her spine. Lying atop the pillows was a white sheet of paper, identical to the one sent in the mail. It had the word, “NOW,” written in black marker on it; below it, in red marker were the words, “YOU’RE LATE.”

Sarah started to panic. She tossed the key onto the table at the side of the bed. She slipped off her shoes and quickly slithered out of her clinging dress. It was now she felt the slight chill in the damp room, feeling her skin crawl and her nipples pucker. She held up the satin lingerie, inspecting it closer. She carefully stepped into the one-piece outfit, positioning the bikini front so that it hid her tuft of tight, damp curls. The back of the lingerie was nothing but black cords. Sarah slipped the single strand coming from the bikini between her ass cheeks, feeling it pull the satin into her swollen pussy. She pulled the stained satin out and readjusted the front. She slipped her arms into the swimsuit-like outfit, adjusting the black cords over her shoulders. In front, the cords were attached to two long, narrow triangular strips of burgundy satin. Sarah adjusted the strips that did nothing to encase her bountiful melons, but simply merely covered her erect nipples and puckered areolas. The cords that connected the top to the bikini hugged her taut stomach, growing tense with nervousness.

Once again, Sarah had to pull the bikini from between her folds, the satin easily slipping between the swollen pink lips. She wished there was a mirror she could look in, but there was none. She was about to head into the bathroom to check herself out, but opted not to waste any more time. She popped open the roll of quarters and slipped them one by one into the box located on the bed post. She put the entire amount in, noting that would give them five hours of “magic motion.” The bed started buzzing and Sarah adjusted the knob so it was less intense. She moved the paper off the bed, onto the table and hesitantly reached for the blindfold.

Sarah wasn’t sure if the knot in her stomach was because of the blindfold, or the anticipation of what was to come. This was a somewhat familiar routine, however, this time, there were no restraints. She couldn’t imagine what Brad had planned, and still worried about her earlier infidelity. Images of being blindfolded and cuffed in her bedroom, and blindfolded and tied in the hotel room flooded her mind, as she slipped the mask down, encasing her in her own world of blackness and imagination. She laid down on the mattress, relaxing to the gentle massage coming from the bed.

Less than a minute had passed when Sarah heard the tumbler clicking in the doorway. The key was being turned and the lock clicked open. She listened to the door creak as it was opened, and immediately envisioned herself being exposed to the entire world standing outside the open door. An eternity seemed to pass between the time the door was opened and the time it was closed. Sarah wanted to scream out, but found herself unable to do so, frozen in place from her fear. She listened intently to the heavy footsteps in the doorway. She wondered if there was more than one person there. The unknown was driving her crazy as she laid waiting on the bed.

The door finally creaked and clicked shut. Sarah remained frozen, listening for anything that would connect with her spinning mind. The thick smell of musky cologne assaulted her nostrils. Her nose flared as she inhaled the semi-sweet aroma. She found the odor compelling and enticing as her body came alive. The excitement and anticipation was building. Sarah could feel the wetness pooling once more between her legs as she continued to wait. She could feel her heart thumping through her tightening chest. She knew her puckered nipples were protruding visibly through the dark satin. Sarah was losing herself to her body’s desires as she continued inhaling the aphrodisiac aroma of the wonderful cologne. She could feel his eyes on her, knowing that he was standing next to the bed.