She had scissors in her bag and I was thinking, where was the best place to get stabbed? On the bed? The shower? I went to shower for the second time. I was actually just going to wash my crotch and my chest where she had made a zig-zag pattern with a combination of bites and nips that almost bordered on being a salacious talent, but I ended up washing everything up. I hate the smell of saliva and I could smell it on my shoulder, my arms. How do you explain that, you can smell someone else’s saliva but not yours? The shower abruptly stopped and came back on whining at high pitch like a crazed whistle. This is it I thought. This is where she uses the cloak of the noise to come up to me and …but she didn’t. I towelled up but didn’t bother to cover myself up and went out of the bathroom.
She was on the bed, in her panties and she was fiddling with a camera and I thought, this girl was certainly equipped. An arc of light exploded, blinding me for a second and I think I may have blinked and in my mind, I could see the picture of this bald guy, half an arm raised too late, stark naked with a shrivelled up cock like a 5 year old’s, his eyes closed.
I took a picture of you, she said.
Well you just did and I hope that’s digital coz I think that shot wasn’t nice.
Not that shot. I took one while you were in the shower.
My heart sort of skipped. She couldn’t have.
I sat down on the bed next to her, suddenly cold and asked if I could see it.
Sure…it’s a good one; the settings were low so you get this reverse light from the bathroom lighting , but not too bright, so you get an outline, but not too clearly or too blurred… suddenly she was all professional sounding and it all felt even weirder as if I had gone into the motel room with a different person.
As if reading my mind, she smiled and said, sometimes, sex isn’t just sex.
So what is it then?
I don’t know, she replied, bending her face down to my crotch and putting my cock inside her warm mouth…..
She used the scissors to cut up one of the motel sheets and wrapped it around herself as if they were gauzes for a mummy, making a skirt, and a sort of bandeau around her breasts. I took some shots, but she wouldn’t have any that showed her naked.
They’re gonna bill us for this I told her.
No they’re not. She stuffed the cut-up sheet in a plastic bag and on the road back to the city, she must have thrown them somewhere along the way although I didn’t feel it or heard anything.
I told her so and she said, that’s your problem- you’re not perceptive enough, in a tone that somehow gave me the impression that i had become a different person. She had walked into the motel with someone else and came out with me…
We didn’t say anything to each other when I dropped her off…..
