Sleep came easier this time. The nothingness was friendlier.
I awoke with morning light getting in my eyes like sand. Even the sun… maybe especially the sun… felt harsh in the desert. I moved to shut it out with my hand and felt a body in the way. Warm, naked flesh. It pressed into my stomach so intimately that I hadn't noticed it anymore than the feel of my shirt or socks.
I felt drunk without drinking. Had I woken up and done something more with Lucy without remembering it? Or somehow more had happened and I'd forgotten it, my memories stopping short of when I'd last closed my eyes for inexplicable reasons?
But I couldn't bring myself to any real misgivings. If Lucy wanted more of me, it just meant I was entitled to some of her. I let my hand orbit some of this girl who'd insinuated herself so close to me, my touch roaming from the slopes of her proud breasts to the rosy nipples that crowned them. The little buds puckered at my touch, eager in a way that their owner wasn't yet aware enough to share in.
I moved my fingertips in gentle circles, building a curiosity in this vulnerable body then letting it blossom into desire. I could feel her and her body both coming awake, her desire rising with mine. I only held back because I wanted her to feel more need before I satiated it.
A moan on her lips, she turned her face into the dawning light and I saw this wasn't Lucy at all. It was Lia and she hadn't bothered with the cheongsam like her mother had. She'd brought nothing to me but her bare skin and my shock was almost as great as my arousal. As mad as it was that this somehow wasn't Lucy… the fact that this was the daughter of the woman I'd had made her nakedness even more luscious than it already was.
Still, I stopped toying with her breasts and somehow the stop to her enjoyment woke her. “Don't stop…”
The combination of her desire and my own libido was unbeatable. I rubbed enough to feel the difference between her mother's well-preserved curves and her own freshly-formed suppleness.
“How bad was your bed that you'd rather sleep here?” I asked.
Lia reached down to my crotch and patted the bulge there. I'd woken up with an erection. It hadn't gotten any smaller with what I'd been doing.
“It's not the bed, it's the company. Mommy's going to be watching you like a hawk once she gets up. But right now I've got you all to myself.”
I groaned at how hard I was getting. It seemed impossible I wasn't about to fuck with a hard-on like this. “That's a lot to get. Sure you can handle all of it?”
“What if I can't? Will it hurt?” She sounded excited.
I moaned. She had me too hot, too hard, to be able to control myself.
She giggled. “Oh. That's right. It doesn't matter. All that matters is getting it. What you want. What I want. You can hurt me as much as you want, just so long as you get everything you want from me. I want to know you're totally satisfied. I'm not used to satisfying guys, you know. I have to know I got it right.”
Every bit of passion a man could feel, desiring that ripe body, was swirling in my loins. Surrounding the motion of her hand.
“Don't stop!” I groaned.
“I'm doing good, aren't I? I'm making you feel nice!”
Thoroughly worked up by how she'd seduced me… like she had any idea how easy it was for a girl with her looks… Lia forced my pants and underwear down to my knees. Climbing onto me, she unknowingly imitated how her mother had mounted me. It wasn't as smooth or experienced, the way she moved – but as lustful as Lucy had been, she couldn't hold a candle to Lia finding out for the first time how all this felt.
My knob slid against her opening to her trembling, wondering delight. She was overcome with need. Lia snaked a hand to where our bodies met and brought me to her, into her. Then she worked her weight down on me until she'd gotten everything inside her.
We lay there like that, joined together and unable to be anything but joined. Lia seemed like she might have just savored being full of me for hours, but despite her words, she was nervous. Unsure how much time she would have. And she experimented, shifting her body, feeling how I felt in her when she moved herself on me.
I wrapped her up in my arms, making sure she wasn't too tempted to fuck herself on me. The sex stayed leisurely, Lia delighting herself with the easy swaying I allowed her body. Then she couldn't be content with that. It felt too good like this for her not to find out what it'd be like if I really fucked her. Like a woman, not a girl and definitely not a virgin.
By then her breath was coming so fast I barely even recognized it. She pushed at my arms and got them up and out the open window where they weren't in the way. Her pelvis jumped, jumping, swallowing me as fast as it could then backing off only to take me again. Her plump breasts slapped against each other as much as they fell on my chest. She braced her feet against the door and pumped herself on me, working us together harder and faster and faster and harder.
I let her bring us up, work at me, strip away my fortitude until there was nothing left between her and my admission of her womanhood. It took a woman to truly satisfy a man and a lot of woman to satisfy me as much as she had. Not to mention turn me on as much as she had after Mom had taken a run at me.
Not that Lia had to do without. She took good care of herself, coming a solid minute before I did. And she kept fucking herself on me even as I flooded her receptive sex.
And after she'd gotten all I had to give her, she rolled off me and pulled my arms back around her like it hadn't been her idea to do the riding. Still, I held her until my breath stopped running away from my lungs and resolved to stay in them.
She pulled her cheongsam back on, did the cat’s cradle thing of tying it up enough to cover her. “Think anyone will be able to tell what I’ve been doing if they see me going back to my room?”
“You’re too gorgeous. They’ll be thinking about that, not what you’ve been doing.”
She crawled over me to get to the door and shimmy past me on out. Then she held out her hand to me. I took it and kissed it.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Roy. I can’t wait to find out how you look at me now that you know how good my pussy feels.”
She shut the door behind her. I heard the sound of her feet, pushing aside the gravel of the parking lot as she went back to the motel.
I looked at my watch. It was a little past six. No point in going back to sleep; we’d set off too soon for my rest to be anything but too short. I stayed put anyway. Too comfortable to move, though I knew I’d have to piss soon. I let the urge build up in my bladder until it was too much to ignore. That pleasant boneless feeling couldn’t compete anymore. I opened the door and let a wave of fresh air in to see if it could wake me up anymore than I already was.
I stretched my limbs out, yawned, pushed my feet into my shoes. I was going to have to resupply soon. Buy some fresh socks, fresh underwear, maybe a shirt or two. Things to last me until I got somewhere with a laundromat. Not to mention a razor. I was proving pretty popular with the ladies, but that wouldn’t last long if my looks went from charming wanderer to unemployed bum.
I rubbed some of the glue from my eyes and padded over to the restaurant. Washing my pits and bits was the best I could do for now.
The sun was pushing past the horizon, but not yet able to do anything about the chill in the air. I felt stiff and yet… wireless. Good sex and bad sleep. Fading bruises and a lingering afterglow. Like I was balanced on a tightrope and could tip over either way. Of course, with a tightrope, the idea was to stay on it until you got to the other end. But I didn’t know how much of this balancing act I could take; one moment fucking my brains out, the next boiling under a desert sun.