¬¬The Motel
Words: 16,627
By: Dick N. Bahlz

Every guy dreams of a place where women are naked, ready and wanton. This is the story of a very special place where anything goes and everything happens. It’s a sexual dream-come-true for many. For others, it is a place to express their wildest inner thoughts on sexuality. For yet others, it is a must-have place where they can act-out things they previously reserved for that time when one is half-asleep—half-dreaming of nirvana—sex without reserve, responsibility or relationship.

Chapter One

It had been an especially trying day. I work as a traveling sales rep for a major pharmaceutical company and had been up since sunrise visiting my clients along the sweltering-in-July Southeast Coast of Florida, and was ready to knock-off early. I ended up in Hollywood, Florida, checking into what appeared to be a fleabag motor inn on A1A—the beach road that runs north and south along the coast all the way down to South Beach on Miami Beach. This was far from the glamour of South Beach, with it’s peeling paint, semi-dilapidated pool located about ten feet from the busy four-lane road and its cheap screen doors and rusty air conditioners in every room, but the woman checking me in was actually pretty hot and I couldn’t help but notice over her shoulder that I could see several good looking women with really large breasts sunning by the pool. Two of them had their tops off. What? Had I stumbled into a stripper’s convention?

I said, “Don’t they distract the drivers on A1A?”

“No, the fence pretty much hides the nudity, unless one of them stands up. Then we hear the honking and hollering from passing drivers. Men”

“Is it legal?” I asked, noticing the low concrete fence that ran along the roadway. It couldn’t have been more than three feet high.

“A gray area, really,” she said. “The cops can’t crack down unless a guest complains, and you can see here on your check-in form that it clearly states ‘nude, or semi-nude sunbathing may be encountered at our pool and beach facility, if you have a problem with this, please find another place to stay’.”

“It won’t bother me!” I added much too quickly. She smiled and said, “Are you going to join them?”

“You mean, now?” I asked.

“Yes, I mean now, and are you going to ‘join’ them?” She asked with a twinkle in her eyes, which were roving up and down my body in slow motion.

“Oh, you mean take my shirt off?” I asked. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“No,” she said, “I mean take it all off.”

“Is that permitted? I mean, I don’t see any of them totally nude, just topless,” I said.

“Well, they saw you drive in, and usually we wait until all the guests are here before things start to heat up.” She smiled.

‘We,’ I thought? Mmm. This might’ve been my best choice ever as far as finding a cheap hotel goes. I actually thanked my boss to myself for making us reps find the sleaziest, cheapest hotels on our business trips thanks to our ever-shrinking budgets. Something in my pants was doing the opposite, ever-expanding, as I took a closer look at this lovely woman behind the counter. I noticed that she had very, very short shorts on and her top was unbuttoned just one button beyond appropriate for most hotels. What had to be a pair of D-sized breasts was fighting a losing battle to bust out of the blouse. But this was the beach, right?
So I bravely tried to clarify, “So the beach is clothing optional, too.” Saying ‘clothing optional’ to make it sound as if I sunbathed and frolicked nude all the time.

“Actually, if you stay between the two big palms out back, yes it is ‘clothing optional’.” She half rolled her eyes at the term. “Just don’t scare any of the tourists on either side of us by walking too close to the fence on either side. Some of them bring kids and get riled up if they see a naked man or woman walking toward them. Just be discreet.” She said with a wink.

I flashed a smile and said, “Wanna join me for a swim?” Ah, I could have shot myself. I sounded like such a geek! I turned six shades of red as I looked into her beautiful green eyes, struggling to keep my gaze from dropping down to the fantastic cleavage.

“Uh, no.” She stammered. “I don’t get off, um I mean, my shift relief doesn’t come, ah I mean, I’m not done behind the desk here until about 3:30.”

Unable to tell if she was kidding about the sexual innuendos or just plain made a mistake, I said. “Well, there’s still plenty of sun left at 3:30, if you want to meet me on the beach, I’ll be there.” I was fixated on seeing those round tits and what those tiny shorts were covering, both front and back.

“Okay, maybe.” She said with smile and gave me my room key. “It’s around that way, facing the beach.”

“Thanks,” I said and started out of the office with one eye carefully trained on the pool area where a blonde with enormous tits was rolling over to tan her back. She smiled at me checking her out and gave a slight wave as her breasts jiggled between her elbows. I wondered if this was really happening.

Chapter Two

The air conditioner felt amazingly cool as I stripped-off my sweat-soaked shirt, tie and slacks. Naked, I checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad for mid-forties, I thought. Trim enough, a muscle here, a little bulge there, but overall a nicely tanned, toned body. Average penis. That had always bothered me. But what can a guy do? If you watch enough porn, you’re going to get a complex. And I watch a lot of porn. In fact I turned toward the TV, tempted to order an adult movie and lay back and enjoy myself. But the beach was calling me. It was a little after two, and if I had a shot at the desk girl maybe I should be out there. I was a little nervous about being naked outside, though. So, I reached into my pharmaceuticals bag and pulled out a sample-card of Viagra. I popped one. ‘Not going to hurt an ‘old man’ to have a little help keeping a chubby at the nude beach, I figured. I mixed a pretty strong gin and tonic, put on bathing trunks and grabbed a towel. My room door faced the Atlantic Ocean and a great view across a wide, white sandy beach with several palms on either side, running along parallel picket fences bordering the hotel property. It was not resort material, but any beach is nice and this one was displayed to me on a gorgeous day with hot sun and a gentle breeze.

As I walked out toward the water in that awkward-each-foot-sinking-into-the-sand stroll, I noticed several guests were lounging on towels and mats naked, or nearly nude. Off to the left I saw a guy with a huge penis lying on his back. He looked so tan, that I wondered if he had a job. Covered in suntan oil, his cock seemed to be coiled up on his stomach like a snake. Why didn’t my dick do that? It usually just lay there between my legs basically unseen if I hadn’t always kept my pubic hair trimmed to nearly-nothing.
On the right of the sort-of pathway to the ocean, I spotted a young black-haired woman. She appeared to be early 20s, slim, small-but-perky tits standing straight up from her chest, and a nest of pubic hair that rivaled a 70’s porn star’s bush. She too, was covered with oil and seemed to be simmering in the sun. There were naked bodies everywhere as I looked for a good spot to put down my stuff and get out of sight. It seemed like everyone was staring at the ‘new guy in the shorts’ making his way across the sand. I settled on an open area next to a plump blonde woman, whose enormous breasts were hanging into her armpits. Her pussy was shaven, and lying on her back, I thought she didn’t look that bad. Proof that most guys love a naked woman, even women they’d pass without a second look on the street. She was wearing big sunglasses and a hat, so I couldn’t see her face.

I dropped my shorts to look cool in front of this nude crowd, trying to make sure I didn’t automatically fondle and adjust myself and laid down my towel. I then realized I should have waited to drop the shorts. It was difficult trying not to spread my butt cheeks and expose my asshole to anyone behind me as I moved around the towel to straighten it. So, I squatted in this strange, unbalanced duck walk as I fiddled with the corners. I felt ridiculous and looked it, I knew. But it was either do the duck-walk or give someone a butthole-shot, and I figured I’d be a polite if not awkward, nudist.

“Thanks for not showing me your balloon-knot” I heard someone say. I reddened, not from the sun, but from
embarrassment.

“You’re welcome,” I said looking around.

“I wouldn’t have minded. I’m pretty used to it. I come here often.” The heavy blonde woman said.