Hunky and I quickly shed our clothes and dove atop the covers of the bed in the motel, kissing passionately with all the groaning and moaning that goes with it. Pausing for just a moment for a breath, I stared at his handsome face. A strange cold chill came over me when I focused on the look in his eyes. I leaned my head on the pillow and lay on my back as he propped himself on his side with his arm, staring at my naked body.
There was something about that lustful visage. Oh, I wanted him, but the nuances of that expression reminded me of something. The look in the eyes, the breathing, the mouth were exactly like those of Colonel Sanders, I mean Professor Kinkle as he stared at my fully dressed body when I sat next to him at the faculty meeting this morning. Hunky was actually looking at my nude body with the same facial expressions as Kinkle had when he was gawking at me fully dressed. Was the professor imagining me naked? It felt eerie to think of a 26-year-old woman making love with an old greasy Colonel Sanders looking man.
“What is wrong, Patty? My little Lamb. Lammy?”
How could I explain it to him? I took his police cap which he liked to wear when he made love and put it on my head, saying, “I had a strange experi, experi...” I paused because I have such a problem forming words like ‘experience’ when I get excited or nervous, but I continued using different words, “A strange thing happen to me a while ago.”
“Do you want this, too?” He removed his empty holster from his waist and proceeded to put it around my waist but fumbled buckling it while staring at my fuzzy pubic hair and beyond.
“While I was taking a shower, a man was in the tree outside peering at me through the window.”
“A man?”
“I got my gun and shot into the tree and he ran off.”
“Where was your husband?”
“I divorced him! Oh, I guess that was after our other affair.”
“Don’t worry. The tree guy won’t bother you after you gave him that attitude adjustment. Whenever he sees you from now on, he’ll run the other direction. Peepers are like that.” He laughed and began fondling my breasts. I laughed and went back to the passionate kissing, hoping he wasn’t considering pinning his badge on me.
He was really groaning loudly when I looked down to see that he had stuck his penis in the holster. I reached down to correct the situation, but he had already shot.
“That was the best sex I ever had!” He said as he rolled over and fell asleep. I jumped off the bed and removed the slimy holster then ran for the shower. After I dressed, I quickly left the motel room and slammed the door of my car, gunning the motor.
“Miz Lamb!” I heard a voice as Jason slowly came out of the darkness. “I did it! Me and Mikie did it!”
“Get in and tell me all about it.” I sped down the road as the young man tangled himself in the seat belt.
