Sometimes you can tell right away when a girl is a total slut, and sometimes you don't realize it until you sleep with her. This story is about two girls I met on a weekend trip a couple of years ago - two friends.
I was reluctant to even go on the trip when it was suggested to me by my parents. I was busy with work and felt a little weird about taking a trip with my parents at my age - I was almost thirty. But they pressed on, and told me about old family friends I'd be able to catch up with, some of whom I hadn't seen in years, and finally guilted me into coming when they told me I'd be the only one in the immediate family not going, and that some of my parents' relatives from out of town would be joining as well.
Fast forward a month or two. I pulled into the parking lot at the hotel. The place was in the middle of nowhere, and left much to be desired. It was desperately in need of a remodel, I thought as I walked inside. Soon, I was escorted to a wing of the building which essentially consisted of a hallway constructed in a large square, with guest rooms and restrooms on either side of the hall all the way around the square.
It seemed like our group, whoever that was, had the wing to ourselves. All I can really recall, looking back, is that the whole wing, which was probably sixty rooms in total, seemed to have all the doors thrown open as if waiting for people to just choose one and step inside. I really don't know what the purpose was, but I could surely see that the rooms needed work. The bedspreads were hideous, the carpet was an awful dark blue and did not at all mesh with the pale wooden furniture, and the televisions were still the old tube type and not a flat screen like I was used to seeing. "What the hell?" I thought. "Did I go back in time?"
I strolled in with a cooler full of beer and I even had a couple bottles of liquor stashed in there, and as I walked the hall, I grabbed a beer and popped off the top. Turning the corner, I ran into a family friend I hadn't seen in years.
He looked at me holding the beer and then shifted his gaze to the cooler and then back to me. "Drinking already, huh?" He said with a smile, shaking his head.
"Yeah. What the hell is this place?" I asked.
"Well, it's good for a weekend getaway - you know, not too expensive, there's stuff for the kids to do not too far from here, a lake and stuff, you know."
We talked for just a couple minutes longer before we said goodbye and I headed farther down the hall. It seemed like there weren't many people there, or maybe they just hadn't arrived yet. I kept making my way down the hall until I found a quiet, secluded room near the far corner of the big square.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I've never been to a place where you could just pick a room and walk in," I thought. But I didn't see any other system for selecting a room, so I carried my cooler and my suitcase inside and closed the door.
I quickly finished my first beer and opened another one before meandering over to the window. I couldn't see much, really - just a bunch of trees. The hotel was surrounded by them. "Great," I said aloud. "Now what the hell am I going to do?"
After I had scrolled through updates on various social media accounts, checked my email, and tried to find something to watch on TV, and wound up just as bored as I had been to start with, I decided to walk around the wing again to see if anybody else had arrived. However, I was disappointed again. There were a few more people, but nobody I really knew all that well. My parents and siblings hadn't made it in yet either, so I decided to go out and find something for dinner.
Finding a simple pizza joint seemed to take forever, and once I ordered my takeout and brought it back to the hotel and ate, almost an hour and a half had passed. My parents and siblings had just arrived so I carried a couple of beers down to their room and caught up with them as I drank the two beers.
We had a good time, and a couple or three hours passed rather quickly before they decided to call it a night a few minutes after 10:00, saying they were tired and my dad needed a shower. So I left their room and told them we'd talk tomorrow and went back out into the hall. I thought about venturing back to my room, but decided to take one more trip around that square and see if anyone else I knew had arrived. On the other hand, I didn't even know who was coming.
I had drunk four beers that afternoon and evening, but I didn't feel a thing, probably because I drank them over the course of about six hours. So it's fair to say I was sober.
I didn't really know what to do with myself at that point. I wasn't ready to call it a night, but I wasn't in the mood to sit in a hotel room and drink by myself either, and it didn't really seem like there was anyone around to hang out with. However, I was about to stumble across something that would make the dreadfully boring weekend I was anticipating much more exciting.
I passed hotel rooms as I walked, some with the doors open, most with doors closed. For what seems like forever, I wandered the hallways. I left our wing and wandered into another part of the hotel. It was a bit like my wing, I thought - somewhat deserted, the people that were there acting like they owned the place, probably because there weren't that many people around.
Again I passed doors, some closed and some open. Peering in one open door with the lights off, I noticed it was a bathroom. All of the sudden I felt like I had to piss, so I stepped inside and turned on the light.
At first, I didn't notice anything unusual about the bathroom. I went inside and went straight to the toilet, lifted the lid, unzipped my pants, and started to piss. It was only then that I began to look around the room. To my left, there was a shower, and the shower curtain had been flung open and it looked like someone had rubbed a bar of soap all over the shower wall. I couldn't tell if it was a design or if it was just scribbling. In that moment, I began to wonder why there was a shower in that bathroom at all.
"Must be the forgotten corner of this place," I thought. Hell, as bored as I was, I might have done the same thing if I had about five more beers. As I chuckled to myself, I flushed and zipped up and made my way toward the sink - and that's when everything changed.
The walls of the sink were covered in paper, copier paper to be specific, and it was a little crumpled and taped to the sides and top of the sink with masking tape. What really got my attention, though, was the one at the bottom of the sink. Someone had written on it with a sharpie, clearly in a way that would get anyone's attention who would attempt to wash their hands in the sink. It said:
Pretty faces
Will suck your cock
June 27 6-10:30 P.M.
I didn't know what to think at first. Well, that's not completely true - my first instinct was to check the date and time. A quick glance at my phone revealed that the date was indeed June 27, and the time was 10:22. "Wow!" I thought - "where?"
If it was true, that there were two girls with pretty faces willing to suck off whoever walked in, then that was incredibly hot. But like anything else, there were so many twists and ways it could be something other than what I imagined. Maybe it was a tease. Maybe I'd never find them. Maybe someone else had walked in and they were busy doing as they promised - and maybe they weren't even female. "Shit," I thought. "Maybe I'm not so lucky."
But I had to find out. The idea of two - or possibly more - attractive girls putting themselves out there like that was incredibly arousing. It had to be more than one after all - the note said "faces," not "face." I just had to find out if it could be true.
I opened the door slowly and stepped out of the bathroom. "If they are around here," I thought, "where would they be?" At the time, I was thinking possibly a neighboring room, but the handwritten note really didn't say where to go looking for them. Maybe they didn't want anyone to come looking for them, but that meant that if any of it was true, they had to be looking for me. Or, well, not really me, but someone.
I looked to my left down the hallway and saw nothing. There were no open doors, nothing. So I turned my head and looked to my right, and I was astonished to see, through the door at the end of the hall, maybe thirty feet away, a girl looking through the opening of a hotel room door. I just looked at her for a few seconds, wondering if she might have been the one who wrote the note.
She looked back at me for a few seconds too - I guess she was trying to figure out if I had read the note, and if I had, whether I was actively looking for its author. My face and lingering gaze must have said it all. As the seconds passed, she opened up the door and made her way down the hall in my direction.
Through the door, I could see a shirtless man lying on his side on the bed, turned away from the door, asleep. And after five seconds or so, I could see a second girl emerge from the room trailing the first one.
The first girl was blonde, very light blonde with pale skin. She was thin but not overly so, and just a couple inches over five feet tall, as far as I could tell. Clearly that was not her natural hair color, as I could see dark roots emerging from her scalp and a couple of dark highlights toward her face. She wore a pair of tight, short denim shorts with pockets sticking down past the hem in the front, and combined with her loose, semi-cropped t-shirt like a girl might wear to bed, she had a couple of inches of exposed skin between her shirt and shorts. As she turned to look at her friend, I saw that her ass cheeks weren't completely covered by the shorts.
The second girl was brunette, brown-eyed, about five inches taller than the first girl, and had wavy long hair. She was probably just a little thinner than the first girl, or maybe she just looked like it because she was taller. Wearing a long t-shirt and denim shorts that were just a little longer than her friend's, her skin had a little more color, and she was more attractive than the first girl, but really she didn't look quite as sexy, although the difference in sexiness was probably all due to the clothes they wore. Both girls looked a few years younger than me. "How young?" I wondered to myself.
"So, you read our little note?" Asked the blonde as she approached the bathroom. My greatest hopes had just been confirmed. There really were two girls willing to suck my dick after having just met me. How slutty! How sexy! How awesome was that! All I could do was nod.
As they approached, the blonde waited for the brunette to catch up, and I backed into the bathroom. The brunette entered the room behind me, and the blonde came in just behind her and closed the door as the brunette approached me. From there, it was a quick flurry of conversation - everyone in the room seemed to have one or two things that needed to be mentioned before anything happened, if anything happened at all.
"So, how old are you girls?" I asked. I had to ask. As aroused as I was, I had to make sure the girls were old enough.
"Okay, two things - no names, and no condoms!" the blonde said.
"We're nineteen," said the brunette. Awesome, I thought. Man, I didn't remember nineteen-year-olds looking quite that young when I was their age. I guess it's all a matter of perspective. The older you get, the younger other people seem, even at the same age.
