A surprisingly deep carpet covered the floor. A fenced area contained a sparkling pool. The water looked cool and inviting.

Kathy didn't know the young mechanic had lied to her. He could have repaired the car in fifteen or twenty minutes. But he had been excited by her body, seeing her dress blow up, those amazingly long thighs and green panties. Besides, he knew she was coming on to him.

He didn't fool Kathy. About the car, yes, but not about his hunger for her, and she was willing to pay him with a fuck. Not that she was loose – some tramp slut from the gutter – it was just that Kathy was practical. She didn't have much money and she still had over three hundred miles to go. The only way she could pay was with her pussy, and she was willing to do so.

She put her things away in the room, and told her son and daughter they could use the pool. After getting permission from the sweet little old lady that ran the motel, they dived right in. Kathy watched them from the big window for a moment. Then she removed her blouse and skirt aid filled the tub with cold water. She wore no bra. Her tits stuck up saucily, round and firm, with light-brown nipples. She peeled her green panties off, running her hand through her luscious fan-shaped cunt hair.

Leaning back in the tub, the water cooling her, she thought of Jack. He was at least eight to ten years younger than she, but quite good looking. Her nipples stiffened and her clit started tingling. It had been quite a few months since she had a good, hard fucking, and Kathy was ready for one. Jack looked as if he could provide her with just what she needed. She could pay him and enjoy herself at the same time. The only problem was, where?

She couldn't bring him to the motel, not with Sharon and Jimmy with her. Maybe he had a place, lived alone. If necessary, she would fuck him at the garage, even if it was coated with grease and oil. She could always scrub it off later.