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Cindy and I had decided that we needed to get away for a little bit so I took a week off work and we took off on a road trip. We're lucky that we can do it since our kids are grown and we're "empty nesters".
Our road trips are usually pretty much unplanned–we both like to do things spontaneously. Cindy's a lot more spontaneous than I am but you'll see that in a bit.
As usual, we left the house on Monday morning and, also as usual, didn't decide what direction we were going to go until we were heading out of the driveway. We let a couple of coin flips decide the general direction to start out and just went that way. We always say we just follow the front of the car wherever it takes us. After all, we have no place that we have to get to and all week to get there. Since we've seen and done most of the local attractions we jumped on the interstate highway and spent the first day getting to new, unexplored territory.
We decided to call it a day fairly early in the evening when we saw the sign for a motel chain that we recognized. The attractive thing about this chain is that they always have a restaurant and a bar on the premises. Nothing fancy but we're almost never looking for anything fancy. We pulled off the interstate and were surprised that the motel and one gas station were the only businesses at the exit. There didn't seem to be very many other cars in the motel parking lot, either. We parked and walked into the motel and were pleasantly surprised at how nice it was. The desk clerk indicated that they had plenty of vacancies as the weekend was usually the only time they filled up. Sometimes when there was some big event at the local college, too. I verified that they did have a place to eat and she confirmed that the restaurant would be open until eight o'clock and that the cocktail lounge would be open later.
After I checked in, Cindy and I got our things from the car and went to our room. I don't know why, but they gave us a room pretty far away from the lobby area. Cindy made a little joke about the place being so full that it was the only room they had left. We both had a good laugh about that. I would have bet that there weren't ten other guests in the place.
We settled into our room and, while I fixed us each a drink, Cindy checked out the information packet that she found in the room. She said, "According to this, we are fairly close to a town with a college. Not a big town or a big college but I guess that it must be enough to keep this place going." I laughed and replied, "That and us lost travelers who stumble in off the interstate!"
Cindy said that she felt a little grimy after riding in the car all day and was going to grab a shower before dinner. I said that I thought it was a great idea and I'd join her in the shower. Now it was her turn to laugh as she said, "Hold on guy, if you do that we'll never make it to dinner by the time the place closes!" Did I mention that, even though she's had two kids, she's still quite a good looking lady. And, even though we've been married for awhile I still get very turned on by her and we still have a hell of a sex life. She said, "You'll just have to wait till later. And, I'll bet that you'll think it was worth the wait!"
Cindy rummaged around in her suitcase and grabbed some clothes and took them into the bathroom with her. I didn't get a good look at what she had picked to wear and was surprised when she came out of the bathroom later. She was dressed in a pair of tight shorts and a blouse that she had left opened enough at the top to show quite a bit of cleavage. The blouse wasn't too tight but it was pretty thin. I'd have bet that I could see the outline of her nipples through the top. I figured that I was probably imagining that but she did look nice. I gave her quite a stare and followed it up with a good old-fashioned wolf-whistle. "Wow, nice outfit!" I said. Cindy grinned, "I know that I'm dressed more for a backyard cookout than going out for dinner but I thought that, since there probably won't be many people in the restaurant, I'd dress to please us."
"Well, you've most assuredly pleased me," I said. "In fact, you're pleasing me so much that I'm going to try to convince you that we don't need to go anywhere for dinner. I'd be more than happy to "eat at the Y" all night."
She just laughed and said, "As great as that sounds I don't think either of us can provide enough calories to make it through the night without supper. Let's go eat and then we can come back here for dessert." "Remember," she said, "good things come to him who waits! Or maybe it's good things cum to he who waits." "Shit, who gives a rats rear end whether it's 'him' or 'he'; all I care about is the 'cum' part. That'll happen later, I'm sure." She smiled, again, and said "Meanwhile, I'm hungry, so if you can please put your pecker on hold, let's go to dinner!"
Much to my disappointment, we left the room and walked to the restaurant. As we arrived, a younger man leaving. He was very polite and wished us a good evening. When we returned his greeting he stopped and said with a smile, "Don't let the crowd in there discourage you, the food is very good." We thanked him and turned to go in. I couldn't help thinking that he was taking the opportunity to really check out Cindy. I couldn't blame him for that, she looked good enough to be on my menu! That's for sure!
We walked in and, to our astonishment saw that, other than the wait staff, we were the only ones there. The hostess seated us, gave us menus, and said that someone would be there shortly to take our order. We both looked around and Cindy said laughingly, "I guess we didn't need to call ahead for reservations!" About that time the waitress arrived at our table. She had overheard Cindy's comment and smiled at it. "We get that remark a lot during the week," the waitress said. "We get busy on weekends and sometimes during the week if there's some kind of conference at the college. But, usually this is the way it is. I'm not the boss so I don't know for sure but I'd guess that we take a real beating profit-wise during the week. I think that we make it up on the weekends. But, one of the rules about keeping our franchise is to have a full-service restaurant open every evening. That plus a bar." "Anyhow, enough of my prattling on," she said, "let me take your order."
The food was surprisingly good and Cindy and I had a very nice meal. We lingered a little and had some very nice conversation. Much of it revolved around what we were going to do to each other when we got back to our room. We finally finished our meal and walked out of the restaurant–I was feeling so good I left a very good tip!
In spite of the dinner talk making us both horny we decided that we'd stop at the bar for an after- dinner drink. We weren't too surprised when we saw that the bartender was the only other person in the place. We sat at the bar and ordered a couple of drinks. When the bartender brought our drinks I said to her, "Looks like a slow night. Are you planning on closing early?"
"Nope," she said, "like the restaurant, the franchise says that the bar stays open until legal closing time, 2:00 A.M., every night during the week–later on weekends. It's a real drag because most nights during the week are dead like this. The college is a real strict religious school so we don't get any of the kids in here and their parents are just as bad. The restaurant gets some business when the parents are here for a special event but nothing in the bar. We do have a country band in here on Friday and Saturday nights and it gets real busy then." "Even a bit rowdy, sometimes!"
She continued, "It's not too bad, though. The boss understands that I don't make much in tips during the week so he pays me enough so that it's worth my time to come in. Also, he doesn't care much what I do while I'm here as long as I take care of the few customers who wander in, keep the coolers stocked, and keep the place clean. Other than that, I'm pretty much free to do whatever I want. Actually, I spend a lot of time on my laptop." "Before you get the wrong idea," she grinned, "I'm finishing up my college degree taking on-line courses–not surfing those other kind of sites."
I smiled and said, "That's great that you can do something productive, like study, while you're here. We won't think we're being ignored if you want to continue studying. We're probably not going to stay very long. Besides, if we decide we want another we'll just yell for you." The young lady looked relieved that she wouldn't have to try to entertain us and went over to the end of the bar and opened her laptop.
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