Chapter 2: Building Tension
“Hey I’m going to head out and grab a few things from the car, you ok being by your self” John asked?
Susan glanced around the room, her eyes pausing at the dingy curtains fluttering by the cracked open window. She shivered at the cool breeze it let in and replied, “Yea, I’ll be fine.”
John hesitated at the motel room door. The chain rattled softly as he tested it before shutting it behind him with a soft clack. Susan turned around and found herself alone, only the dimly lit room for company.
The silence pressed in around her; the only sound was the muffled traffic from the distant highway. She idly fingered the worn-out wallpaper as she walked towards the bed, letting her fingertips trail along the rippled texture.
Meanwhile, John navigated through the dimly lit parking lot towards their car, his mind on finding a mechanic to fix their broken-down vehicle. He felt a little uneasy leaving Susan but didn't let it show, knowing it would only add to her anxiety.
Susan was exploring the room when she heard a light thump coming from the room next door followed by some light moans.
She tiptoed towards the thin, shared wall, slightly intrigued. A smile tugged at her lips as she realised the source of the sounds.
Through the imperfectly sealed joints of the wall, the faint, gruffly yet passionate exchange of words made her heart race. With a frown a a sigh of disgust she know what was going on next door “well at least some one is getting some” she lamented as she plopped back down on the bed.
Susan couldn't help but notice the familiar ache that started to build in her lower belly, the room’s sordid atmosphere adding to the allure. She looked towards the motel room door. John will be back soon, she told herself.
Swallowing, she decided to indulge herself in some solo pleasure while waiting for her husband to return. Reaching under her dress, she slowly traced her fingers against her thigh. Her breath hitched as she felt her body’s warm, willing response under her touch.
With a soft sigh, she let her head fall back against the pillows, her thoughts drifting to the moans from the neighboring room.
In the dimly lit parking lot, John moved between cars making his way to their own down at the end of the road.
Back in the room, Susan’s pulse quickened as she felt herself nearing the edge. She imagined a powerful lover taking control, eager hands exploring her body and lips finding hers.
Susan felt the delicious tension climb, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as her body responded to the imaginary touch.
Back at the parking lot, John approached the only other person in sight. A hefty man with a scruffy beard and worn-out overalls. John explained their situation and asked if he could help get their car in the parking lot for the mechanic in the morning.
Susan picked up the pace matching the voices in the other room.
She slipped a finger into herself, arching her back at the familiar sensation. Her mind reeled in pleasure, the stranger's moans from the neighboring motel room weaving themselves into her fantasy.
At the far end of the parking lot, John waited patiently for the man to answer his request. The hefty man took a few moments, scratching his beard and spitting on the ground before finally nodding.
Susan's breath became ragged as her climax approached, brought closer by each drawn-out exhalation that echoed next door.
But just as the pleasure reached its crescendo, the sounds stopped abruptly. She hesitated, reluctant to let go of the rapture she'd been building up to. After a few moments of consideration, she pulled her hand out from beneath her dress and straightened herself up on the creaky bed.
Meanwhile, John thanked the bearded man and added a few more coins to his palm as a gesture of appreciation. As he made his way back to the motel room, the hefty man chuckled and shook his head while watching him leave.
Susan heard a squeak in the corner of the room followed by a small object darting by.
It only took a few seconds for Susan to realize a tiny mouse was in the room. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose in disgust, adding another reason to why she loathed this place.
“Shit! Shit! Shit” Susan huffed out as she threw a shoe at the little creature.
The mouse, faster than she anticipated, scampered away, disappearing behind the rickety wardrobe.