Intro. The hotel lobby smelled of old carpet and desperation at 1:47 a.m. Kristi waddled behind the clerk, one hand under her enormous belly, the other fanning her flushed face. “This can’t be the last room,” she muttered, voice tight. “One king bed? In this heat?”
The clerk shrugged. “Everything else is booked. Sorry, ma’am.”
She sighed, long and defeated, sweat already beading between her heavy breasts. Up in the room the AC wheezed uselessly. Kristi peeled off her sundress, leaving only the strained mint bikini. “I’m not sleeping in clothes tonight. Too damn hot.” She collapsed onto the mattress, belly rising like a moon, thighs splayed.
You lay beside her in boxers, sheets already damp. She tossed, groaned, kicked at the blanket. “God, I can’t get comfortable.” Her arm flopped across your chest, then withdrew. Minutes later it returned, warmer, heavier.
You couldn’t sleep. The room felt like a sauna. Her breathing slowed, but her body kept shifting.