It was supposed to be just a standard overnight stay at a motel on my trip north. I'd planned the trip and booked into a couple of motels where I expected to overnight. I'd done this sort of thing before and I saw no reason this stop would be any different.
I registered at the office, collected my key and headed off to my assigned unit. Unlocked the door and walked in.
The very first thing I noticed was that the woman was naked. There is a subtle difference between nude and naked. Nude, you know you have no clothes on and you're unconsciously (or consciously) flaunting it. Naked, you realise you have no clothes on and, oh my god, someone is looking at me.
This woman was naked.
The second thing that came to my rather stunned mind was that she was relatively young and really very nicely put together. Definitely not someone I would kick out of my bed if I was lucky enough to find her there.
My first thought was that I had entered the wrong room. Before the woman had time to do more than squawk and try to cover herself, I was backing out of the room with apologies. (Backing out gave me more time to admire that very lovely body. Reprehensible of me, perhaps, but understandable.)
A glance at my key to check the unit number, and I stepped back into the room with an apology.
"Excuse me, Miss, but you must be in the wrong unit," I said, holding up my key. "This is definitely the unit assigned to me. What are you doing here?"
Amid the squeaking and protests I could hear her stammering out a reply that this was definitely her unit and I should get out of it now before she screamed. While she'd been doing that I had glanced around the unit, noting that she had already made herself at home. (Yes, I was able to drag my eyes away from her for a short while.)
Among the things scattered around I spotted a motel key lying on the side table. I reached over to examine it, thinking the motel owner may have stuffed up and assigned us both to the same unit. At the same time I was chatting calmly to the woman, trying to ease her mind.
"For Christ's sake, will you stop with the hand fandango," I said. "You're not covering anything, just drawing my attention to what you've got on display. I've seen naked women before often enough not to feel the urge to pounce and ravish them on the spot. Let's try to sort this out like a couple of adults. The way you're carrying on anyone would think you're a virgin scared of rape."
Looking at her key I became aware of what could only be described as a furious silence. Glancing back at her, I could see she was blushing bright red with what seemed to be a mixture of fury and mortification.
"Well, I'll be damned," I said, laughing. "You are a virgin scared of rape. How cute."
I could see the fury quotient in her glare rise several points at that. Too bad. She'd made a silly mistake and a little embarrassment served her right.
"Are you dyslectic?" I queried.
When she shook her head puzzled, I continued.
"Your key is for number nine. Not number six, which is this unit and mine. I'm surprised the key opened the door."
This time her embarrassment seemed to heighten, and I promptly jumped to the right conclusion.
"It didn't, did it. The door was unlocked and you just waltzed right in like a little lamb."
At that point I was about to exchange keys and go and use unit nine. It didn't worry me which unit I used for an overnight stay. Before I could offer to do so, my pretty little trespasser lost her temper. Maybe nudity made her feel a little sensitive.
She expressed her feeling loudly and clearly, dissecting my manners, my looks, my morals, etc., etc., finishing up with a comment that if I was any sort of a gentleman I would have stayed outside until she had a chance to get dressed and I should take the key to unit nine and piss off out of what was her unit.
I took exception to her little tirade on several points. I hadn't entered the wrong room and stripped off. I had been going to offer to change units and get out of her hair. I'd already told her I wasn't going to jump her and ravish her. Finally, she could always have just reached for the towel lying on the bed next to her and wrapped it around herself and then she wouldn't have been naked, would she?
"Actually, I was about to swap keys and get out of your hair," I said softly, "but it occurs to me that you've had ample opportunity to cover up and have chosen not to do so. I think I'll take advantage of your generous offer."
She paled at that, and reached for the towel, but she was way too slow. I caught her arm before she could do more than lift it and held her while slowly letting my eyes run over her.
