Up close they looked younger than Steve had first thought. They couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen at the most. But there was nothing childish about their bodies, or the practiced way the instinctively posed themselves for his inspection.
"I hope I didn't frighten you, yelling at you from my car like that," Steve asked them.
"Oh, you didn't frighten us none, Mister, did he now, Maybella?" The blonde one shook her pigtails vigorously and nudged her companion. Steve couldn't take his eyes off her full bouncing breasts that kept time with her swinging hair.
The dark-haired girl looked shyly up at Steve through lowered lashes. The expression on her face was positively angelic, but Steve noticed how she angled her body so that her cleavage jutted up at him.
"Well, we don't see none too many strangers hereabouts, Mister. Seems like hardly nobody ever comes through this old town. Don't see why nobody's want to, neither. Mary Anne and me thought maybe you was tryin' to get fresh. We ain't supposed to talk to strangers." She lowered her eyes again and hugged herself with tanned bare arms, making her breasts pop out even further. Steven was sure that any minute now he would see the dark, rosy beginnings of a nipple poking out of her halter.
The remark about him getting fresh took Steve by surprise till he glanced over his shoulder and realized that the girls couldn't see Doris, who was slumped down out of sight. And if they hadn't seen her, she certainly hadn't seen them. His eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded the girls with renewed interest.
The blonde was making circles in the dust with her bare toe; Steve noticed her toenails were painted bright pink. The dark-haired one just stood watching him.
"The truth of the matter is, I got myself good and lost. I'm looking for the Clayburn Court Motel. Friend of mine told me it was a good place to stop for the night." He couldn't decide whether to watch the blonde's twitching ass or the dark-haired girl's thrusting boobs. He tried to watch them both.
"You just passin' through, then?" blonde-haired Mary Anne asked.
"Yes. Just passing through. Need a place to stay for the night." Steve was beginning to wish once more that Doris was back home alone.
"Motel's all right. It's just up the road a piece. My pa and ma run it. Show you the way if you like." Maybella uncrossed her arms and her breasts separated slightly. They looked bier, somehow, when they weren't scrunched together like that. Steve could feel his cock gradually getting harder. He wondered if either of the girls had noticed.
"Now, I wouldn't want your folks to get the wrong idea. Suppose you just point me in the right direction. Maybe I can treat you to a soda or something after I get checked in. Both of you, of course." Steve tore his eyes from Maybella's breasts and focused them on Mary Anne's scrumptious ass.
"You're right. Daddy might not like it if we was to come in with you. He'd got a dirty mind, always getting queer ideas. How bout if we come by for you after you get settled?" Maybella's rosebud lips curved up in an inviting smile. Mary Anne nodded in agreement.
"Tell you what. Why don't I meet you somewhere instead?" Steve asked casually.
"Ain't nowhere to meet round here if you don't want the whole town to know what you're doin'. Some old biddy's most likely callin' up Daddy right now to tell him we was talkin' to a strange man. But we make up the beds at the motel. Maybe we could do your room last, so's we'd have some time to… talk. He won't miss us none, then." Maybella sounded suddenly practical. Steve wondered if she'd done this sort of thing before.
"Yeah, we can have a nice talk," giggled Mary Anne, looking up at him. She was swaying slightly, as if keeping time to music no one else could hear. Steve could see the ripe swelling of her love mound under the frayed denim cut-off's.
"Well, then, why don't you two come by about nine or so. I ought to be unpacked and all by then," Steve replied. Fuck Doris. He would think of something. He wasn't letting pussy like this get away.
"Motel's just down the road, 'bout a mile outside of town. You can't miss it…" Mary Anne stopped swaying long enough to point vaguely in the direction he'd been heading.
"We'll see you tonight, then," promised Maybella. "C'mon, Mary Anne, we'd best be getting back or ma'll be hollerin' about havin' to do dinner by herself again, and we'll never hear the end of it." She gave Steve one long last look before the two of them started walking again. They were no longer dawdling, Steve observed with a big grin spreading across his face.
Those two little asses wiggling their way down the street made such a sweet picture Steve was tempted to stand there and watch them out of sight, but he decided not to push his luck. No telling when Doris would wake up.
He turned and walked back to the car, closing the door as quietly as he could. Doris stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes. He was lucky she was such a heavy sleeper. He smiled, thinking about what was in store for him, and pointed the car in the direction of the motel.
Clayburn Court Motel looked like a million other motels Steve had stayed in or driven by. Rows of little units, all painted a depressing gray-green. The neon sign proudly announced T.V.'s in every room.
Steve left Doris still sleeping in the car and went in to register. He supposed the burly, middle-aged man chewing a fist-sized wad of tobacco who shoved a fly-specked register at him was "Pa". He registered them as Mr. and Mrs. Steve Bradley and took the key that the man pushed across the desk to him. Friendly sort, Steve thought as he went back out to the car. Steve decided to stay out of his way. He didn't need that kind of trouble.
Doris finally woke up when he parked in front of their cabin and purposely slammed the door getting out of the car. She rubbed her eyes and got out of the car, yawning and stretching her arms over her head, pushing her breasts against the front of her halter. But Steve wasn't watching; he was thinking about Mary Anne and Maybella.
"Didn't mean to fall asleep," she said, scratching her ass as she followed him into the room. "Did I miss anything?"
"Naw. Just a little hick town. So much for romantic names. I'm gonna take a shower. Why don't you unpack?"
When he came out of the shower Doris had changed into a skirt and blouse. She was all ready to go to dinner. He finally convinced her to go by herself, pleading that he was too tired to even move after spending all day on the road.
CHAPTER THREE
He was still wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist when he opened the door to Mary Anne and Maybella not more than five minutes after Doris had driven off in the direction of town.
"I see you ain't dressed to go out," giggled Mary Anne, shutting the door behind them.
"I guess you could say I'm dressed to go in," replied Steve with a grin.
"You surely are," said Maybella, eyeing the growing bulge that was pushing the towel out in front of his body. She moved closer to him, running a finger down the middle of his chest.
"Don't stop there," whispered Steve, urging her hand lower.
She thrust her probing fingers under the towel till they were buried in the curling hairs at the base of his dick. She pushed the towel aside and it fell to the floor, revealing his throbbing member in the act of coming to attention. Maybella gave a little sigh and dropped to the floor in front of him.
She whimpered softly as she began licking and sucking his balls, running her tongue around and around, taking first one ball and then the other into her warm, wet mouth. "Ooh, I just love your cock. It tastes so good," she squealed, working her way up the shaft till her tongue was expertly circling the ridge at the top of his tool.