Forty-eight years old. 

     The motel room smelled like mold. Adam wondered how long he'd have to wait there feeling like an idiot.  

     Not long, as it turned out.

      The first thing she did was throw a condom on the bed. Adam figured she was, maybe, nineteen-years old.

     Remorse blasted him. 

     What in the hell was he doing? 

     He'd allowed himself an idle afternoon; that's where the trouble started. He bored so easy. So, with nothing to do and Norah away at work, Adam decided to go for a drive. He'd been so horny lately, it'd all he'd been able to think about for months, and Norah hadn't given him anything in years. Sick and tired of beating off, Adam wanted something real...

     and there she was along the side of Borealis Avenue "hitchhiking"... 

     and, now, here they were...  

     and Adam so wanted to be anywhere else doing anything else rather than being where he was doing what he was doing.  

     "My name's Clarice," she said. She was thin and as pale as cottage cheese. "You want to get naked or what?" 

     "Uh...Uh sure."

     Clarice looked at the TV screen while they stripped, like maybe she wanted to watch a little something while they fucked. Her breasts were small but still drooped, nipples pointed down.

     She shaved.

     Adam counted at least six tattoos.

     Her hair hung limp from her head like it hadn't been washed in a while, like maybe in a week a while.

     Adam had never been a particularly modest man, but, he had to admit, he wasn't crazy about stripping in front of a young woman probably younger than Cassie. He'd let himself go a bit, or maybe more than a bit. He didn't really exercise, so no part of his body was muscular. He was a good forty pounds overweight, and most of that was in his gut.

     Clarice smiled as she stretched out on the bed.

     "Did you bring anything to drink?" she asked.

     "No, uh-uh," Adam replied. "This was all kind of a spur of the moment kind of..."

     "Yeah yeah, okay, that's fine." She smiled at him again.

     "Come on over here," she said. "I'm lonesome."

     Adam hadn't hardened yet, which was a first for him. He'd never been with a naked women before where his dick didn't get hard and stay hard. Here, though, in this so-very-strange situation he'd gotten himself into...and so quickly, too. An hour before, he'd been sitting in front of his TV looking for a ball game, and now...He didn't know what to do next, how to proceed.

      He got next to her on the bed. He felt so damned self-conscious about his pale, middle aged body, his fat gut, his balding head.

      Hell, he hadn't even clipped his toenails in a while.

     Clarice shot him a look that was half pity and half impatience.

     Talk about your awkward moments. Adam's dick not only didn't got hard, he actually felt it shrink a little.

     He went to kiss her.

     She wouldn't let him.

     "Don't do that," she said. "We don't really do that."

     "You don't kiss?" Adam hadn't figured on that. How was he supposed to build up any passion if he couldn't...

     "Just relax, okay?" Clarice said. "You seem like a really nice guy. I thought we had a connection from the very first time I met you. Let me fluff your pillow up a little bit."

     As she did it, her tits jiggled in a way that made Adam's dick harden slightly.

     Something to work with.

     Clarice massaged the base of his pecker with her fingers, causing it to harden a little more.

     She smiled.

     "Let me show you a trick," she said. She pulled the condom from its wrapper and balanced it on the head of Adam's semi-hard cock. She used her fingers, mouth, and tongue to run the condom all the way down his dick shaft until he had it completely on.

     Now he was nice and hard.

     She climbed on top of him to slide his dick up into her cunt. She went into a pure porno act. She opened her mouth wide and gasped. She got her tits bobbing. She groaned like his was the biggest dick she'd ever had in her. She jammed her cunt bone against the base of his cock, and he climaxed like champagne after the cork had been popped.

     Clarice got off him.

     "I gotta' go use the bathroom," she said, not even looking in his direction. "You can go ahead and leave the money on the dresser if you want."  

     She barely got the bathroom door open before the front door of the motel unit blew to pieces and red flames came billowing in.

​     The fire had reached Adam at last.  

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