Adultery Nights at the Gas Station by urbanslut

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I don't know, Troy. It sounds a bit hard. And I am just wearing a t-shirt. I can't do it." I said.


"Well, fuck you, Savitri!" Troy said, surprising me by raising his voice and looking upset. "Did I kill this guy? No, you did. I am here helping you out. Saving your ass from going to jail. And you're acting like it's all....

That's when his cellphone rang.

"Hello?....yeah, all cleaned up...yeah, it's ready.....but hold on." Troy put his hand on the speaker and said to me, "They're here, Savitri. Are you gonna keep that pothead away from the desk or not? I could just tell these guys to turn back."

"Okay fine. I'll do it." I reluctantly said.

"Well, get up and go then." he said. "Take your phone with you. I'll take your purse with me when I go. And I'll give you a call when we're done."

I got up and slowly walked out of the room. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was petrified. Theoretically, the idea seemed fine. Just distract the guy. Practically, what if I couldn't make it happen? Well, I had no choice. I got into the elevator and went to the lobby.

As I walked out of the lobby, the guy at the desk looked at me. And his eyes widened in surprise. My hair was still wet and I was wearing only a loose t-shirt. My shapely legs were partly on display. It was the same guy who had seen me come in wearing a sari, so I am sure this change of attire surprised him. He kept staring as I walked up to him.

"Umm....hi!" I said, flashing him a fake smile.

"Hullo." he said warily. "Everything alright, ma'am?"

"Yeah. I was just wondering if you could, you know, show me another room." I said.

"Something wrong with the one we gave you, ma'am? You want to change it?"

"No, no!" I said a little too urgently. "I am okay with the room. Just needed another room."

"Okay." he said, looking confused. He did look obviously stoned, and I could even smell some marijuana on his breath. He slowly turned towards the monitor and said, "Lemme check." He pressed a few keys, peered at the screen and said, "Well, the room right next to the one you have is available if you want."

"No. I'd like it on some other floor." I said, not wanting to take him right next to the room where we had been.

"Other floor? Why?" he asked in a very confused voice.

"Oh, just. You know..." I said, flashing him another smile, and saying the first thing that came to my mind, "..for variety."

He looked at me, now very perplexed. But he politely turned to the screen again.

"Hmm, we have a bunch of rooms on the second floor. How many beds do you want? And smoking or non-smoking?"

"Oh, anything's fine." I said, waving my hand.

"Okay..." he said, very confused. "The gentleman with you paid by cash. Will you also be paying by cash?"

"Actually, I'd like to check it out before I pay."

"Sure thing." he said, and put a keycard in the coding machine. He pressed a few keys and said, "There you go. Room 212. Queen bed. Smoking. If you like it, let me know."

He took the keycard in his hand, and extended it towards me. Okay, that threw me off. I was supposed to take him with me to the room. He was giving me the key to go check it out myself.

"Could you come with me, please?" I said in a very sweet voice.

"Uh..why?" he asked. "I am not supposed to leave the desk. It's just me at nights. But you can go check it out. That's okay."

"Yeah, but I'd prefer it if someone came along. You know. In case I have any questions." I said, trying to think on my feet.

"What kinda questions?"

"Like, well..." I took a pause wracking my brain to come up with some question. "...which channels are at what number."

"There'll be a list on the table." he said, a fact I realized as soon as I mentioned it.

"Umm...well..." I said, trying to come up with another question, but I drew a blank. So I put my elbows on the table, touched him on the arm, turned my head to the coquettishly and said, "Please come with me. I'll feel better."

The touch seemed to do the trick. It's funny how men will change their mind at the slightest hint of flirtation from a woman.

"I guess I could just zip up with you for a bit and answer any questions." he said, coming out from behind the desk.

As we rode up the elevator, he kept smiling at me goofily. I looked at the guy. He seemed like a young guy, maybe 19 or 20. He was very thin and short, about my height. He had close-cropped blonde hair and a very pale white skin, which made his green eyes even more noticeable.

"I noticed you changed." he said as we walked out of the elevator.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked.

"What you're wearing. You were in that exotic looking Indian thing. And now you're in..well...hehe." he said, and blushed as if he was the one wearing just a t-shirt. Then he started giggling uncontrollably. Yes, definitely high on weed, I thought.

"Yeah, it was kinda hot." I said, giving a lame excuse, which he didn't seem to hear.

He came to stop in front of Room 212 and swiped the key to open the door. He held it open and I walked in. He followed behind me.

"There you go. Pretty standard room. Bed and all." he said and giggled again. "There's a list of the channels."

"So have you been working here long?" I asked a random question. On the ride up I had decided that the best way to stall him was to keep him engaged in conversation.

"Oh, just a few months." he replied.

"Where did you work before this?"

"I didn't, actually. Was in high school." So my guess had been right. He was just about 19 or so.

"Didn't you wanna go to college?" I asked, sitting on the bed. That made the t-shirt ride up, exposing a bit more of my thigh. he noticed it immediately, and stared at my thighs for a few moments before answering.

"Umm? Oh college. Nah. Never did dig all the books and stuff."

"So what do you wanna be?" I asked.

"I guess I haven't really decided." he said, and then looking at his watch said, "Listen, I gotta get going. Someone might come down there."

"Oh, come on. Who's gonna come in this late?" I asked, leaning on my elbow in his direction, making the t-shirt ride up a little more. That made him really uncomfortable. He shifted his weight on to his other feet and said timidly,

"Someone could come."

"What is your name?" I asked, running my fingers through my wet hair.

"Uh, Floyd. What's yours?"

"Kiran." I said, thinking of a fake name quickly, and then smiled. "So Floyd, are you expecting your girlfriend to visit you down there? Is that why you're in such a hurry?"

"Uh, no. Just, well, my boss'll gimme hell if he finds out I was away from the desk for so long."

"It's not that long, Floyd. Just a couple of minutes. Don't you like talking to me?" I said, making a sad face and then looking at my phone, hoping Troy would call soon.

"Yeah, I do." he said, fidgeting uncomfortably. "But I really should go."

He stole a glace towards my ass and I noticed that the t-shirt had ridden up a little more. A couple of inches more and my ass-cheeks would be on display. I then saw him look at my chest. And I noticed, that the neckline of Troy's t-shirt, which was built for Troy's thick and wide neck, was too big for me, and had fallen ahead under the weight of my boobs, giving him a glimpse of my cleavage.

"Just stay a little." I said, now rolling over on to my stomach, and propping myself up by both elbows. That made more of my cleavage visible to him. I was sure he could now see at least half each of my bra-covered tits. Floyd noticed that and turned away from me. He then said in a panicked voice,

"I should go." and almost sprinted to the door. I got up and ran behind him. I grabbed his hand just as he opened the door.

"Wait, Floyd!" I said. "What's the matter?"

He turned away from me, as if from embarrassment.

"I am sorry ma'am." he said, and turned his back towards me, standing in the doorway.

"What happened?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.

Then he slowly turned towards me and I saw the reason for his embarrassment. A decent sized erection was visible from the bulge in the front of his shorts.

"Sorry." he said. "You're just so beautiful. And I couldn't control it. I should go."

I would have liked nothing more than to let this skinny nerdy teenager go. But Troy hadn't called yet. So the body might not have been transferred, nor the camera files deleted. So I had to stall him.

"No, it's okay." I said, not sure what else to say.

"No, I should go." he said, trying to walk out the door again.

At that point, I ran out of things I could say to stop him, and decided that actions speak louder than words. I moved closer to him, put my lips on his, and started kissing. Floyd was too shocked to respond for a few seconds. But when reality finally sunk in, he started to respond. He kissed me back, pushing me a little into the room and closing the door behind him.

For his very nerdy appearance, the boy was not a bad kisser. He alternated wonderfully between gentle and assertive, and used his tongue just right. If not for the overwhelming scent of marijuana coming from his mouth, it would have counted as a great kiss in my books. The kissing went on for a good 3-4 minutes, throughout which I could feel Floyd's erection poking me in the crotch through his shorts. It was clearly growing and getting harder.

Finally, Floyd broke the kiss and said breathlessly,

"Oh wow! Oh man! Oh shit! You're so unbelievably..." and then started kissing me again. His hands, which until then had been idle by his side, now started wandering over my body. He was still being cautious, just rubbing by back for a while. But as our kiss continued, I felt his hands wander southwards. As he was about to put his hands under the back of the t-shirt and feel my ass, I broke the kiss and said,