Sunrise Motel

There's a Motel we know of, my group of friends, kind of secluded, off the main roads; very quiet and somewhere a guy or a girl could appear and disappear with the least of fuss. That's why we chose it.

Here's how it works. Our group is an Internet-made friendship, like minded souls who chat about all the shit under the sun, turn each other on with free minded filth and then, what we all wait for: one of us to pluck up the front to take a chance on sending a private invite for a blind meet at the motel. Sometimes a night together with a virtual stranger, sometimes a more fleeting arrangement - the group's favourite challenge and how we usually work for first timers - an hour in the room. Two people who've never met before, one books the room, gets the key, gets ready. Then at the agreed time, the other one arrives through an unlocked door and the clock starts on an hour of passionate anything goes. One rule only: no talking!

Adele90 was her group name. New to the group and very honest in admitting she was a Motel first timer. I'd not noticed her before on the chats, she'd been quiet, scanning who was who, maybe who seemed a gentler introduction to the ritual, someone who would give her an easy and safe time. That's how I like to come across, and even if it's bullshit, it's bullshit that gets me lots of beautiful first time action.

Adele's private message was simple enough, almost like she was booking theatre tickets: "Hi Shana, I'd like to meet you at the Motel, this friday for the hour @ 8pm if that's cool with you? I'm so excited about my first time. You look hot xxx"

She was referring to the photos I'd put up for the group to see; just tame posing in some of my favourite outfits; some done solo in the privacy of my apartment, some with help of special friends with a flair with a camera (it was a hard job finding some tasteful images from those crazy sessions).

I looked for some photos of her, just to get a taste for what I could expect, but she had been very reserved, just a few partial shots on her cell phone in her bedroom mirror, but enough to see a desirable figure with a shapely ass, a trim waist and firm large breasts with long brown hair resting over them. No eyes to read a story into, but enough for me to find no reason not to make that trip out to the Sunrise Motel. I messaged her back and sealed the deal.