“Let’s get a room to sleep in tonight,” April said as she slid into the drivers seat. “I’m sick of waking up in a tent with roots in my back.”
“Sounds good to me. I could use a shower too.”
“We both could,” she giggled. “I drive, you find us a spot.”
I immediately went to work on my phone, flipping through various hotel and room rental apps looking for something suitable. It took about 45 minutes but I finally found a little spot for us to crash, a small suite in an old house originally serving as servants’ quarters. Or so the post said. It was simple, small, private, and most importantly, cheap.
I put the phone down and reclined, allowing the countryside to slide by while April drove. A grin crept across my face as she hummed softly to the radio. She was gorgeous, but rhythm and music were never her strong suites.
My mind wandered over the day, sticking on that moment when April pulled her skirt up over her head, her breasts…..