Can't See The Forest For The Trees

Two weeks went by without another word spoken of this and then they called to say they had been paid and could afford the outing. So, I did the boyfriend routine again and got the two ladies spirited away from their moms houses. They had me drive to the same buffet and as promised they paid and led me to a booth. There sat a young woman I had seen on and off but had never so much as gotten to speak to. She was a double for Ellie Mae Clampett!
That comparison started out being more accurate than I realized because she had this amusing bubbly innocence and warmth that had me curious about her confessing lusty desire for me to two other students who were Black women. Anyway, the dinner chatter was simply about the culture of the New Orleans recreation scene with no mention of what was supposedly pending.
The two teachers checked in for two rooms and returned only long enough to hand me a key, grab their luggage, and give me these daughter-like giggling kisses before they raced off to their room laughing holding hands. I got Miss Ellie Mae out of her car and we entered our room.
I had barely locked the door and started to turn around when she pressed me against the door and kissed me with a wild urgency that had my heart racing. When she finally calmed down and backed away she asked me to pardon her because she had waited for three whole years to do that and she was not about to let that dream escape her. I confessed that I was thrilled, and she literally clapped her hands and jumped up and down a few times. My heart sank a little because I thought to myself, “There is no way this naive woman came her to pull her panties down and get fucked”.
WRONG! She sat down, crossed her ankle over her thigh and started to unbuckle her ankle strap on she shoe. I sat in a chair across from her in total fascination as she did the other shoe. She popped up like a Jack-in-the-box and unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a snow white lacy “A” cup brassiere. Fine so far. Then she took off her skirt.