AUTUMN... anything but dull (Part 38b)

I pretty much tapped out my bank account when I left school. I knew the big cost would be the motel and that we’d have to stretch a bit on the food. I pulled up in front of the office and went in to register. I was met by a stern looking man who looked older than my father. When I told him I wanted a room he said he didn’t think he had any available. It was just about dark and there were only a few cars in the parking lot. I questioned him about that and he said something about not running ”one of those kind of places“. Being somewhat of a ”smart ass”, I asked what he meant. He pointed to Elle sitting in the car and said he knew what we were up to or something like that. My “smart ass” persona now in full gear, I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about and that we were married. Before he could say anything I told him I’d go get Elle and prove it. It was probably my agitated voice that did it but all of a sudden this matronly woman appeared. I was headed for the door to get Elle when she did and she asked what the problem was. Before the man could answer I piped up that he wouldn't rent my wife and I a room. Before he could say anything I continued on that we’d gotten married right before college started and that we really hadn’t had a honeymoon and were taking this weekend to celebrate it. By then the woman had moved over in front of the man and immediately started in on him. Shortly thereafter she said for me to go get Elle so she could meet her. I figured, why not? When I got to the car I told her to turn her engagement ring over to hide the stone and to make it look like a wedding band and to just go along with the fact that I’d told them we were married.

By the time we got back inside the lady was behind the desk and directed us to come over there. The man was gone. She was smiling and apologetic for his behavior. She told us that it was so wonderful that were were married and continuing with our education. Then she told us that we could have “The Suite” for the same price as a regular room. Of course we had no idea what the difference was. I thanked her and paid for two nights, glad to “escape”.

The room was at the end of the building and there were no cars down there at all. It was completely dark out when we got our things out of the car. Elle was in a rush to get in the room and that told me something. It was about 3pm when we’d stopped and it was now close to 6. I opened the door and turned on the light. The room was huge. Even though Elle needed to get to the toilet she stopped to just to look. In all the traveling I’d done with my parents I’d never seen a motel room this big. When she started for the bathroom she started to pull the hem of her skirt and her slip up around her waist. Before she made it to the door I could see a trail of pee. I dropped her bags and followed her in, turning on the light as I did. She was trying to hook her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties when I caught up to her and I grabbed her by the hips and made her sit on the toilet. She didn’t resist at all. (1)

Seeing the trail of pee made me almost instantly hard. Elle didn’t resist as I thrust my hand between her legs and into the warm stream of pee. Being that her panties were nylon I had no trouble finding what I was looking for. Elle tolerated the rubbing for a minute or two and then indicated that she wanted me to stop. I did and she told me that there would be plenty of time for “that” after we got something to eat. My thoughts hadn’t factored in eating. Neither of us had eaten anything for lunch and, for Elle, it had been since 7 something in the morning. I knew it was useless to ask her for just a little more. I’d been through that scene before.

When she stood up she was still holding her skirt and slip around her waist. I clearly remember her asking me “What now?, but in a nice way. The only thing I could think of was to suggest she put on a pair of the heavy cotton panties. She didn’t say anything except to tell me to get a pair from her her small case. As a graduation present she’d been given a 3 piece Samsonite set of luggage and the case was a part of it. I’d dropped it just inside the door so went to retrieve it. I was so excited that I didn’t pick it up but opened it right there on the floor. As I did I saw two things. On one side was a pile of cotton panties and on the other was a stack of sanitary napkins. I knew that she’d had her period during the week as it has started the previous weekend so couldn’t fathom the sheer number of pads that I saw. I didn’t say anything but just grabbed the first pair of panties. They happened to be one of the Nazareth ones that I’d bought for her the previous year. She was standing in the doorway to the bathroom and I went to my knees to help her step into them. What a view! The nylon panties were wet up into her pubic area and what was under them was very plain to see. But I didn’t dally, just pulling them up so she could finish the job.

To this day I can’t really explain the feeling I get when I know exactly what any female is wearing for panties. But, when I know that they’re wet it’s unbelievable. As we left the room I was still as hard as I’d been when I saw Elle walking across the floor, peeing.

To be continued...