Townville was a quiet, sleepy little border-town that had certainly seen better days. Sadly there were far too many retail shops with For Lease signs, old decorations from holidays long past dangling in the windows and an unfortunate air of abandonment. If tumbleweeds existed in this part of the world, they would surely have been blowing down the street. In its heyday, it was quite the travel corridor between two very popular vacation destinations. The vacation resorts are as popular as ever; however the travel between these two countries no longer brought the excitement it once did, that was until a hot and humid weekend in August.
It was late, but the border never sleeps and fortunately there was no line-up to contend with tonight. She did get a suspicious look from the border guard though. He asked what seemed like a million questions – what is your citizenship? where are you going? how long will you be gone? purpose of your visit? Where will you be staying? are you carrying any weapons? blah blah, blah blah, blah blahhhhh!!! They just kept going on and on! The border is not someplace you mess around or make jokes, however, just answer the questions straight up and honestly and they should send you on your merry way.
Mila was prepared to answer the questions; she wasn’t worried because she knew she wasn’t doing anything wrong or illegal. There was however a few questions that she just gave vague answers too; unfortunately, they led to more questions and a pause from the border guard. Then, the words she dreaded to hear, “Ma’am, please pull your vehicle off to the left and see the officer inside.”
Shit! Why tonight? Why now? She answered every question honestly; there was nothing to hide. Mila did as she was asked and went inside. It was nice to step into the air conditioned space because it was so hot and humid but man, did she ever look like crap. She had worked all day at her job, stopped for a quick pedicure, got home and had to clean and take care of a few things in the yard. She had not yet packed for this special getaway and even had to do a little bit of laundry to make sure she packed all the right things...thennnnnn she still had to get on the road for a 2 hour drive. Needless to say, she had not put a lot of effort into looking her best; tonight that didn’t matter, it would be in the morning that she would go the extra mile to look her hottest. Right now however, she was in an old pair of cut-offs and a tank top with no bra that she managed to get a small coffee stain on. Her hair was in a ponytail but driving with the window open had given her that morning bed head look and to add insult to injury she forgotten to change her shoes and was walking around in her dirty garden flip flops. Now, when given the time, Mila cleans up pretty good, this however was not that time.
Fortunately, there were no other travellers in the building and most of the lights were off in the surrounding offices and cubicles, but the counter was fully lit up. She stepped up to the counter and produced further ID, even though the border guard from outside had brought her passport to the officer inside. They both stepped away and were talking to each other out of earshot. Mila was tired and cranky. She looked up, she looked down, she looked all around the building. She was just so exhausted and with a big sigh, put her elbows on the counter and rested her forehead in her hands. Her face was naturally pointing down to the ground and she got a good look at exactly how disheveled she looked. Grass clippings stuck to her leg, stained tank top and now to add to the fun, the cold AC was giving her goosebumps and very perky nipples – the no bra thing didn’t help!
She reached down with one hand to pull her shirt away from her body and tried to stretch it out. That did jack-shit. Her skin was sweaty from the long hot drive and the tank top too small to stretch. Whatever!, she thought, I give up! All she wanted was to get this day over with and get to her hotel. Her hand was now on her cheek and head was cocked to one side as she looked over at the two border guards who were holding her captive. Both men were facing her and though she couldn’t say for sure, it really looked liked one of them was sporting a boner. WTF?! Then it occurred to her that these two guys were just getting there kix because it was a slow night, it was a Friday night and they were probably bored and a little power hungry. Mid twenties to early thirties she guessed. The both looked like a couple of gym monkeys as they were pretty muscular. Any other day she would probably have gotten her flirt-on but she could not have felt less sexy right now. The looks she was getting though, it didn’t seem to matter. She felt the eyes of Officer Nosey Pants, who had asked the million questions, glued to her ample boobs and nipples that were practically busting through the thin tank top she was wearing. They laughed about something and shook hands. As they parted ways, the officer who had been inside the whole time, Officer Green Eyes yelled out to Nosey Pants to have a good weekend. He then proceeded back to the counter to talk with Mila.
“Here you go ma’am”, he said with a smile and handed back her identification and passport.
“That’s it? Am I free to go?” Mila asked, perking up, making sure she didn’t come across rude or snotty for the ridiculous inconvenience. She didn’t want to do or say anything to bring on further questioning.
“Yes, I just need to do a quick inspection. Please wait for me outside of your vehicle; this should only take a minute.” Everything was said in a very professional and matter of fact tone. It seemed that she would be good to go.
Once outside, she was struck again by the humidity. She could feel her hair get frizzier by the minute. God what a vision of loveliness she imagined she was, but she was almost home free. Officer Green Eyes approached her vehicle and asked her to open the back hatch. He rummaged through her suitcase, a box of crap that she forgot to take out of her SUV and then reached for her toiletry bag.
Mila let out a small gasp. It was loud enough however for the officer to hear, causing him to turn and look at her. “Ahhh, that’s just my toothbrush, make-up and deodorant and stuff,” she muttered a little nervously.
“I see that... the word toiletries, embroidered on the outside here, gave it away,” Officer Green Eyes smiled and went back to what he was paid to do. As the zipper opened, Mila looked away and bit her bottom lip. She wasn’t worried about being arrested, just of dying of embarrassment as she remembered that at the last minute she tossed a fresh pack of batteries and her favourite pocket rocket into the bag. Officer Green Eyes gently rummaged through the bag then silently zipped it back up.
“Well Ma’am, your free to go, have a good weekend, it looks like you’re well prepared.” There was definitely a hint of tease coming from this handsome man now sporting a smirk and raised eyebrows. Yup, she was busted... single woman, travelling alone, packing a vibrator. How sad was she he must have thought.
Now to add to the glow of sweat covering her body, she was pretty certain that every visible piece of skin had to be beet red, she smirked back at him. “Ya, thanks, I plan to.”
“Well, if you’re looking for some company, Josh is now off for the night and he really thought you were cute.”
“Josh?” Mila said with a questioning tone.
“Yes, he is the officer who asked you to come inside.” Officer Green Eyes seemed serious.
“Oh you mean Officer Nosey Pants! Or should I say Horny Pants.” she laughed back. “Well you tell Josh, thanks for the compliment, but I’m way too old for him and if he finds this mess attractive, he needs to get out of the heat.”
“Well Ma’am, you look like maybe it’s been a long day, but from what I can see he knows what he’s talking about. Oh and by the way, no need to be embarrassed, we see that stuff alllllll the time. Have a good night and drive safe.” Officer Green Eyes gave a wink, little wave and walked back inside to the air conditioning.
Mila was sitting in her car, driver’s window down and engine running. She could only smile, shake her head and laugh out loud as she called back, “thanks, you too!”
***
After a short drive, Mila finally reached her motel and was able to check-in hassle free to spite the late hour. Back in the day it would have been packed, but now there were only a handful of vehicles in the parking lot. It was still a cute place, old school with the original owners. They did their best to maintain the place but it had clearly aged. Her room was down at the far end, so she hopped back in her car and drove down to room 37 and parked directly in front of the door. It was a single level motel that still used a traditional key with the room number stamped into it.
Once in her room, Mila chuckled to herself. Though well kept, she was clearly in a time capsule that dated back to 1980 something. Teal and coral decor, with glass brick accents, the room had two double beds separated by a single nightstand that had a lamp, phone and a copy of the Gideon Bible. She tossed all her bags onto one bed and made a bee-line for the washroom. First thing was first; Mila took her long awaited pee break then quickly located the ice bucket and little glasses wrapped in paper. There had to be an ice machine around here somewhere she thought.
Venturing outside, Mila walked down the sidewalk and passed many other rooms until she saw the sign that said the ice machine was by the pool. Another time warp, the pool was located at the far end of the parking lot at the end of the building. There was a chain link fence, sad little diving board and a sign saying ‘no lifeguard on duty, swim at your own risk’ next to a life ring and rescue pole. And of course, the sign saying pool closed after 10pm. Another unfortunate moment for Mila because it was still so hot and muggy she could have geared down right there on the spot and jumped in the pool to cool off. Regardless, she filled her ice bucket, bought a couple of cans of ginger ale from the vending machine and headed back to her room. There was a bottle of magic elixir waiting to be cracked open.
The heat wasted no time attacking the ice Mila had in the bucket and she did not hesitate to take advantage of the most primitive of cooling devices. Grabbing a handful of cubes she held them in her hand and pressed them on her shoulders and along the back of her neck. Normally the shock of the cold would be annoying but not in this heat. By the time she had brought her hand over her collar bone the ice was long melted and droplets of water ran down her chest following along the curves of her breasts. Her tank top was quickly saturated and would soon be see through. Good thing she was back at her room.
Alone in her room, enjoying a light rye & ginger, Mila saw no need to remain in her soaked and stained tank top or old torn up cut-offs, besides, she thought, time for a cooling off shower. After playing with the water, she found the right temperature and wasted no time jumping in and cooling off. Simply standing there with her head leaning back she let the water cascade down her face, chest and rest of her body. She unwrapped the tiny little travel soap and lathered up caressing her entire body to clean herself off. Closing her eyes, allowing the water to pelt her skin, Mila’s mind wandered and imagined not just her hands exploring her body, but another pair of hands joining her. She couldn’t believe this long anticipated getaway was finally coming to fruition.
The shower was refreshing, but Mila was exhausted. Wrapping her hair in a towel and another around her body, she poured herself another drink and crawled into the empty bed. No flat screen in this motel, but at least there was a TV. She scanned the channels for something other than news or an infomercial, but with only 12 channels, there weren’t many options. She caught the tail end of an I Love Lucy rerun which was more than enough for her because as soon as her head hit the pillow her eyes struggled to stay open. All was good though, she was relaxed and ready to fall asleep because the sooner she fell asleep the sooner it would be tomorrow; and she was so excited for tomorrow.
***
It was that split second when you open your eyes and have to remember where you are; Mila woke to the sound of a giggling tiny voice excited to be heading to the pool. Then she recalled with a huge smile where she was, today was the day, although she felt she knew him, today they would finally meet.
It was 8am, she only had a couple of hours to get ready and Mila wanted to look her best. The only thing she had going for her right now was freshly polished toes... the rest, well that needed a little TLC. Unpacking her arsenal of beauty aids, she once again smiled to herself as she saw the batteries and precious rocket in her bag and remembered crossing the border.
She grabbed the towels that she fell asleep in and headed back to the shower. Mila felt a tingle throughout her whole body as she dug through her bag for new daisy razor and body soap. She wanted to feel her most sexy and that was always when she was freshly shaved; under arms, legs and of course, her petunia. Immediately out of the shower she drenched herself in lavender lotion and proceeded to select her attire for the day.
Not entirely sure what the day would bring, she decided to make herself comfortable. A pair of shorts and t-shirt made the most sense. Underneath however, delicate turquoise panties with black lace trim and a black lacy push up bra with front closure. The t-shirt was simple, black but very open neckline and low cut with a little tie-up to draw attention to her cleavage. It was an attention getter and today it was intended to get one man’s attention. After spending some time trying to get her hair just right, and a light touch of make-up, all that was left was a shot of perfume. Light spray on the neck, wrists and a few extra spays on her belly and the back of her knees. Butterfly’s were taking over not just her stomach, but were fluttering throughout her extremities and in particular were causing her petunia to quiver.
Mila had a little time now to tidy up her room and go grab a coffee. She knew she should eat, but her excitement for the day was consuming her appetite. The little cafe across the street made a delicious latte that she brought back to the hotel with her. Just outside the pool were a few picnic tables that invited her to soak up the morning sun. She wandered over and made herself comfortable, positioning herself to watch the activity in the pool and the arrival of traffic to the parking lot.
Suddenly, time stood still.