Anna's Mind Gets Creepy!

These places do what they say, I guess. A decent-sized room, tea/coffee making facilities (which I never use until I’ve thoroughly washed out the kettle) and a small but adequate bathroom. Some have restaurants attached offering basic fare. 

Lying on top of the bed, I noticed the various ‘white boxes’ attached to the room. Smoke detectors, a movement detector, and one other little box. I’ve no idea what it’s for, but Miss Brain planted the idea that it could be a spy cam! I was instantly aroused. What if it was? I mean, who would know if an employee had been round placing these devices in the rooms? They’re wireless…or so I’m told. 

A few years ago, my family and I stayed in a family run motel in America. It was one long row of rooms with a service corridor running along the back and a service door that you could lock from the inside. I wondered then if there were opportunities for spying, but than I was what….16….and had just discovered the delights of someone watching me do myself, so maybe it was more wishful thinking. Who knows?

So, I’m lysine there in my overheated room (why are they always so hot?) in my massive bathrobe, naked underneath it, nd flicking quick glances up at this little white box. It did seem to have a small opaque circular part to it, and the more I glanced at it, the more Miss Brain said “It is….it really is a camera.” I pretended to read my magazine, and, as if carelessly, slid my right foot up the bed near my bum. As I planned, the robe fell open, exposing my crotch to this mysterious device. 

Next? Why, the moving of a hand, tentatively of course, down my tummy. A casual, idle itch at my tummy button before, ah, should I recover my hand, or maybe move it lower? I decided to move it lower, but slowly, oh so slowly. Just before it reached my crotch, I moved it back to turn a page in my magazine. (If anyone was watching - or recording - that would have been a real tease moment.

Belt next, I think. I undid the half knot I’d secured it with and lay back on my pillows. Magazine discarded now, I began to slowly masturbate, convinced that someone was watching.

Sometimes, Miss Brain runs two scenarios side by side. In one, there was a motel worker - a young girl - watching me with her hand in her panties, while in the other there was a man - much older and slightly overweight - watching me with his cock in his hand and a box of tissues close by, it was all rather delightfully grungy actually. I knew that as I got to the point, Miss Brain would discard one and focus on the other.

So, I gave them a show, spreading my legs widely, and making sure I opened myself fully to the ‘camera’. As I got closer, I seemed to focus more on the girl in her little pale green panties, her hand rubbing wildly at her clit and a wet mark clearly visible on the outside. I’d seen the girl before. She had shown me to my room, and her name was Daisy. Oh, I had no problems imagining how Daisy might enjoy herself!

But then Miss Brain treated me to one of her little tricks. Just when I thought I knew where this was going, the camera of my mind seemed to pull back. There was Daisy and the much older, slightly overweight motel owner. He stood up and faced Daisy. Daisy stood up and faced him. She pulled the front of her panties forward and down and he unloaded his semen onto her pubic mound and panties. Miss Brain let me get as far as hearing Daisy say “Wow! That’s a lot, dad….” before I exploded into orgasm myself.

I never did find out what that little white box was for. The next morning when I checked out, it was Daisy behind the counter. I walked away from her with a growing moist patch in my panties! 

Outside, I loaded my two cases into the car, only to find a flat tyre. My car doesn’t have a spare, it only has one of those utterly useless tyre repair kits. So, back I traipsed to the counter and asked Daisy if she could call a garage. In the USA, that would put someone fixing the problem within a half hour. Here, it’s a very different story. For a start there are no tyre shops or mobile tyre shops, and for another, the local garage said they could fix it, but not until the day after tomorrow. I’m no mechanic, but I’ve seen tyres being fitted. It looks to me to be quite a muscular r job, but not a long one. All you need is a tyre, and the rim and the a;prorpaite machine for putting one on the other. Oh, and some kind of customer service work ethic. 

But money talks, and I agreed to pay the ludicrous amount they wanted to fix it first thing tomorrow. Daisy looked cross though, and a few phone calls later, and a well-known national tyre company was on its way. Again, cost was stupidly high, but Daisy invited me into her room for a coffee while we waited. 

Her room was simply a normal guest’s room, but much more homely. Not the least of which was it was famously untidy! I don’t think I could see anything more than a few square inches of carpet anywhere! Tops, jeans, bras, panties, all scattered among magazines and other detritus. 

Daisy turned to put her kettle on, and suddenly Miss Brain grabbed the controls and I was moving….bending quickly at the waist, and arm reaching out to snatch up a pair of panties! And not the nearest pair either! Oh no…Miss Brain her her sights on a pair nearest the bed. 

I am known for doing daring things sometimes, but this shocked even me. Those panties were off the floor and into my bag before you could blink. 

Daisy gave me my cup, then sat cross-legged on her bed in front of me, giving me the best view up her skirt possible. Blue panties, this time, a darker blue, and, joy of joys, a few wisps of pubic hair escaping. Sometimes, I forget how enjoyable pubic hair can be. 

My eyes began to ache. This was mainly because I was forcing them to maintain eye contact with Daisy, and not gravitate to the sweet spot between her legs. Now and then I weakened and rubbed a quick look and was delighted to see unmistakable evidence of dampness. 

Sometimes, honesty is the best policy at times like this. It was only a matter of time before I fucked up anyway. “Look, Daisy, I’m really grateful for your kindness, getting the tyre organised and letting me stay in here with you and all….but….well…..there’s something you should know. I’m into girls. Being able to see right up your skirt is…well, maybe I shouldn’t be able to see your panties.” She glanced at the devastation around us on the floor then burst out laughing. “Seems to me you’ve already seen them!” I joined in the giggle and said “Yeah, but you’re not in them.” 

She didn’t move. Well, that was now her choice. I had told her I was looking at her crotch and she had the option of moving. Then she said “What’s it like…..with another girl, I mean.?” How do you answer that? “It’s…different. More mutual understanding - we all know where everything is for a start. It can be far more sensuous, more loving in a way,, but also, I do things with a girl that I’d never consider doing with a guy. Sex with another girl can be…wild….almost violent sometimes, but it’s utterly fulfilling.” This wasn’t helping me. I’d already stolen a pair of her panties and now I was leaking badly. Change the subject, Anna.  

“So, Daisy. Boyfriend?” 

“Nah….I had one, but not for the last year. I’m happy enough on my own.” (Shit)

“Maybe thoughts of a girlfriend?” (Why the fuck did you ask that?)

“Nope” (phew) “I don’t want a girlfriend” (pauses while she sips her coffee) “But I’d like to do it with a girl,- just once. You can’t really do that though, can you? You can’t walk up to a girl and say ‘Hey, I don’t want a relationship, but can we have sex, just once…just so I can see what it’s like?’ I mean, who’d go for that?”

Yes, yes yes! I know! Miss Brain was leaping up and down screaming “Me! Me! Me!” But I kept my mouth shut to the impetus. “Well, there are girls who would like a one night stand. I mean, you want one, why shouldn’t there be another girl out there who feels the same?” 

She pushed for quite a while, obviously deep in thought, and probably scoping out the local night spots and where might be her best bet for a hook-up. In fact it was several minutes before she spoke again. “I’m so wet.” We both looked down, and the moist stain I’d seen earlier was now much bigger and had turned the dark blue material almost black. Another voice joined the conversation. “I am too.” I recognised it as mine. Fuck! I wasn’t quick enough to grab the controls and Miss Brain had got there first.

The very atmosphere in the room changed. It became thicker, more highly charged. “Really? I mean are you really wet?” I simply parted my legs. With me, when I start to get wet it doesn’t matter what colour panties I’m wearing, a glossy sheen forms on the outside and it’s obvious to anyone who sees it that I’m aroused. 

Two hours later, and Daisy knew what having gentle sex with another girl felt like. I must say, for a lesbian virgin, she was highly adept at clit licking. She had also discovered, for the first time ever, what a finger deep up the bum does for having an orgasm.

Back in my now fixed car, I could still taste her around my lips, and I could almost still feel her fingers inside me. Her panties were still in my bag as I drove home, and no doubt Emily and I will have some fun with them later. 

Incidentally….before I forget….Emily also has her extra-curricular activities. I have been trying to persuade her to open an account here and share them, but she has shown no desire to do that. She has, however, agreed to let me write her adventures from time to time. 

I find it difficult to write for someone else - I’ve tried a number of times, and it always gets muddled. I will give it another shot.