Okay I have this habit of trying to add a story to most threads here. Lucky for us, at our ages, we've pretty much seen and done it all. But only here in America. We are far from worldy travelers. More like RV'ers and cheap motels. I used to be ashamed to say we are middle class and I worked at a factory. Hey somebody's gotta do it! So my stories are about an average blue collar worker and his horny wife as we galavant around the midwest and south.
First a few questions. Why do cleaning crews always clean first thing in the morning? At campgrounds we always had our RV bathroom but would rather use the showers and toilets at the campgrounds so we didn't mess ours up. So 8 or 9 AM off we'd go to shit, shower, shave, and shampoo. Yep, gotta pee like crazy and there's three young women cleaning the crapper.
Same at the motels, large and small. We'd be out late so want to sleep late. That's kinda why we got a motel! I can't begin to tell the many times we were either woke up from a sound sleep or interupted from a good fuck by a couple of old women wanting to clean the room. WTF? While you try to 'splain this here's just one funny little story about a motel, a noisy bed, and a kinky ornery couple having sex.
We retired June 1994 and started attending as many bike events as we could. Bike Week and Biketoberfest are across the state from where we now live in the Daytona area. We also started attending the large street rod shows over there also. We'd camp for the bike events and naturally need a motel for the car shows since we'd drive one of our old cars over.
Bike week...... While Dollie was acting like a teenager winning a wet T-shirt contest, we met a tit lover in the bar. Okay to keep it honest, she came in second after a tie and a random finger point by a woman in the crowd pointed to the other woman. Found out the tit lover owned a small motel just up the street. Made us a deal we couldn't refuse. We explaned we stay in our RV in campgrounds. Hell I forgot we do stay in motels for the car shows. I suppose I also had boobs on my brain as we stared at titties and talked about Dollie's to the guy. I do remember her getting a few free beers just for showing him her boobs. He'd already seen them during the contest outside. But some guys never get enough boob watching.
Long story even longer, we agreed to check out his small motel someday. Truth is I did not plan on ever stopping. Well things got kinky and he mentioned maybe if we started staying there he'd give us a special rate if Dollie wore skimpy clothes. Like that's ever gonna happen! In reality that always happened! We did check out the motel. We did get a cheaper rate. Dollie did wear skimpy clothes. In fact eventually we stayed at the motel to spend weeks at a time at the nude beach 20-25 miles south so she was often in a very brief bikini. Way too brief for a 50+ year old woman.
As the years passed Dollie was flashing her tits to the motel owner. This progressed to letting him fondle them. After even more years and cheaper rates yet, our motel buddy was masturbating Dollie and fondling her. We were all getting a good deal. Ended up getting the only suiet and paying a measely $25 a nite, with our own key so we could go anytime day or night. The motel owner and his wife now had side jobs and weren't always there. Our own key took care of this minor problem. None of this has much to do with this story but it got your attention.
We parked in front of our room and noticed the room beside ours seemed to have movement at the dr---pes. We both got a few glimpses of a guy maybe 40's peeking out at Dollie. Yes she was mostly exposed as usual as we carried our supplies into the room.
As many motels, our bed had the headboard against the wall to that other room. The other room also had the headboard against the same wall. This left the thickness of what seemed to be a tissue paper thin wall between even though the motel was cement block and brick. We'd had that room many times and this was the first time anyone was next door. Don't get ahead of me.
Right off we could hear the guy next door coughing and moving around. About when we got naked and jumped in bed we could hear him on the phone just like he was there in bed with us. We couldn't hear who he was talking to but what do you think he was talking about? Yep that hot looking older lady next door and how he'd love to fuck her. Well things like this turn my wife on. As we lay there cuddling and soon fondling his conversation got more detailed about that old woman in the other room and eating her pussy....and things like that.
Dollie made me eat her pussy and this led to fucking. The bed was known to squeek and rattle without too much movement. After awhile I was holding the wooden headboard and ramming my cock as hard and deep into Dollie's pussy as I could. I thought sure the bed was gonna fall apart. I won't even pretend to repeat what we said. But things from her like. "Oh honey your big cock feels so good in my pussy. Push harder. make me cum." I'm sure you know how it goes. And of course I came back with the nastiest replies I could think of as I kept banging away.
Now and then we'd stop and be quiet. Yep our neighbor was still there on the phone describing our actions. This went on for some time considering we were both in our late fifties by then. I'd shot my wad several times and was exhausted from fucking. Still I didn't want to stop. To fake it, we just layed there with my cock inside her, as I kept pushing and pulling on the headboard until I couldn't do that anymore. Then Dollie took over banging that wooden headboard against the wall. Tired out and grinning we fell asleep.
I can't remember if we saw our next door neighbor or not the next morning as we left for the large car show. I do remember we did a repeat the nexrt evening. Sunday morning when we were packing up to leave we saw an even older couple come out of that room next door. I hadn't even noticed the different car next to ours. I also don't remember what the prim and proper old lady said to us. But it was not nice, yet funny!
This story can be found in CLOSET CLEANING and has more detail and facts since I had originally written it long ago. As you see, what started out as showing off for one middle aged man turned into something else.
Similar games happened at other motels, hotels, and RV parks over the years. Some in front of a live audience.
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