The First Timer, part 1
I pulled in to my hotel room in the small resource town in northern British Columbia, early that day. I had been chased out of the woods by a ferocious thunderstorm, driving my ATV as fast as I dared down a narrow path through the woods, but getting caught by the rain as I lashed the Quad to the trailer. I was accustomed to working as long as there was light, but today I found myself back at the hotel before six, stripping off my soaking wet work clothes, taking a hot shower, and changing into dry clothes, getting comfortable.
I walked down to the hotel lobby, feeling the first rumblings of hunger. I had stayed in the town before, and I knew that the hotel had a decent restaurant and lounge, and was actually one of the best places in town to eat. Plus, the rain was pounding down outside and I did not fancy stepping out into it again. So I turned toward the restaurant. As I walked past the entry to the pub, I noticed that there was a baseball game on the big screen, and since I was alone with no company for diversion I went in and sat down at the bar. I ordered a meal and a pint of beer, and settled in to watch a few innings of Jays/Yankees.
I had not been sitting there long when two young women came in, talking animatedly. They walked straight over and sat down beside me, one seat away, despite the fact that the pub was empty. I didn't think they meant anything by it. They were engrossed in their conversation and had simply sat down at the closest seats to the entrance. They were attractive, in that small-town, 'dress like a tramp to tick Mom off' kind of way. Yoga pants and bandeau tops, lots of make-up, no sign of underwear lines. Their voices were loud, and unabashed. Although I studiously tried to watch the game I could not help but overhear their conversation.
"I watched that 50 shades movie on Netfux last night," the one closest to me said to her friend. "It made me soooo horny!"
"Oh yeah!" declared the second woman. "I was wet as the morning dew when I watched it."
"Someday I'd like to give it a try," replied the first.
"What about your boyfriend?" the other asked. "Wouldn't he be up for it?"
"Ricky?" the first girl snorted. "Naw. He's gone working construction in Prince George for six months. Anyway, he'd be useless. His idea of foreplay is 'Get in the truck, bitch'."
I couldn't help myself. I snorted, stifling laughter, and choked a little on my beer.
The first woman turned around and looked at me, archly. "You got something to say?" she demanded.
