Hello ladies, how are you today? Seeing as how there's been so much drama over here (some of which I've been a part of I know) I figured that I might as well post something good. I hate to only come visit SOL when it has to do with the refugee thing.
So I wrote this just for y'all. I hope you enjoy!
So I wrote this just for y'all. I hope you enjoy!
The Next Room
There is something magical about a hotel room. It is a time capsule. Most of us can’t remember what we had for breakfast yesterday, or have to think for a second what our own phone numbers are. But very rarely do we forget the nights we’ve spent in these rooms. Flipping on the lights and stepping into the room I got the same excited feeling I always got. Like I could do anything – ANYTHING – in here, and tomorrow I could leave it all behind. When I shut the door tomorrow morning and turned in my key anything that happened in this room would forever pass out of reality and into the memories of my deepest fantasies. It was no wonder hotel rooms always turned me on. Their total anonymity and sensations of the temporary gave me freedom I rarely had. Tonight this was my room, and no matter what happened in it was okay. By tomorrow anything I did wouldn’t even need to be forgiven, because by eleven in the morning it wouldn’t even be a reality anymore. It would exist solely in my memories.
I realize that I desperately need a shower and can’t wait to get clean. The drive was too long, and I relished the idea of washing the miles of stress away. Warming up the shower I got undressed, massaging my lower back. It always amazed me how quickly a driver’s seat could knot up the muscles in my back. Stepping into the shower was like liquid heaven. I could feel the heat from the shower loosening my muscles as the steam cleaned out my lungs. I am standing there, completely lost in the pleasure of the shower when I open my eyes to see rivulets of water running down my shoulders, over my chest, and down the grooves of my stomach. I realize for the first time how good it feels to have the hot water running down the shaft of my penis, and how long it’s been since I’ve had time for any sort of sexual pleasure. I lather up, scrubbing myself down, taking my time when I get to my dick. I don’t know if it’s the wonderful heat of the water, the silkiness of the soap, or the excitement of being in a hotel room, but with barely a touch my dick springs hard in my hand, becoming even more sensitive to the heat. I stroke myself slowly, eyes closed to the sensations surrounding me. Heat. Liquid. Silk. Pleasure.
I don’t know how long I stayed there like that, stroking my dick and feeling the hot water run down my face, chest, and stomach, but I force myself to stop. Despite the freedom of the hotel room the gentleman side of me kicks in and I think of how bad it would be for the maids to have to clean it up the next day. With a reluctant final stroke I step back, letting the water rinse me off. I step out into the bathroom and dry off, my dick twitching at the feel of the soft hotel towel. I leave the towel in the bathroom and decide to walk around the room naked. There’s no one to see, no one to care. I move into the room and look for the remote to the TV. Tired as I was the shower woke my up. I could feel cool air blowing across my wet skin, the smell of shampoo and body wash strong in the air. There’s something about being naked and smelling clean that just keeps you from wanting to put clothes back on, so I decided I wasn’t going to.
As I looked around the room my eye caught a door I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t the front door, it seemed to be built right into the wall. Curious, I stepped up to it and unlocked it. My heart beating at what I might see on the other side I slowly opened the door, peering through the ever-widening crack. I could feel my heart speeding up and my pulse racing as opened it up. I knew what this was! This was a door to the room next to me, room 169. The one I originally wanted. Would someone be in it? Would it be empty? Would it be an old couple, or a hot younger woman? I had no clue, and the possibilities were sending my heart racing. Finally with a feeling of utter recklessness I flung the door open to find…
Another door. It hadn’t occurred to me that they would have a door on the other side of the room. Shaking my head at how stupid I had been I headed back to my bed. Of COURSE there would be a door. It kept naked perverts like myself from opening doors between rooms! I laughed at my own stupidity as I flipped on the TV. Some new reality show was on – just the sort of mindless entertainment I needed to lull me to sleep. Even as it was I could feel my eyes getting heavy… my skin feeling fuzzy… my breathing getting deeper…
Suddenly my eyes shot up and I sat bolt upright in bed. Had I fallen asleep? I looked around and realized that I had – I was still naked on top of the covers, but now my skin was dry and the television showed nothing but static. My light was off, but I couldn’t remember turning it off. I shook the sleep out of my head and told myself to stop being stupid again. Of course I turned it off – who else would have? I lay back down on the pillow when I realized the what had woken me up. I heard the moan of a female from the other room, the one next door. I looked up and saw that I had left the door between the rooms open, and now there was the telltale blue flickering that meant someone was on the other side, watching TV. Great, lucky me. The hot, sexy girl in the next room would turn out to be some perverted old man watching late night porno too loud. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the sound when something hit me… I could hear static from the other room! I grabbed my remote and searched for the mute button, wanting to be sure. After searching around my television went silent, but the static didn’t stop. Sure enough, the television in the other room was playing nothing but static too! But then where was the moaning coming from?
My heart started speeding up and I could feel my skin tingling as I crept toward the door. Did the door make a sound when I opened it earlier? I couldn’t remember, and I didn’t want to get caught trying to listen in on the other side. I grabbed the door handle and lifted it up as I opened it, praying that it was quiet. My prayers were answered as I slipped the door fully open and stepped up to the other door. Feeling nervous and excited I put my ear to the door. Was that a woman I heard? I could have sworn it wa…
Damn! In my excitement I leaned too heavily on the door and accidentally pushed it open! How could this have happened? Why wasn’t it locked? I realized it wasn’t even on the latch, it was simply set against the sill. It was slowly swinging shut but in the brief moment before it closed the gap I saw something that made my heart stutter and my breath stop. Not sure if what I saw was real I took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. I cracked it just enough to see through with one eye. Oh my god, I was right! There she was, laying on top of the covers, head propped up on the pillow and hands running over her body. In the flickering light I could see sheer panties and a tight halter top. Even in the obscure lighting I could see how hard her nipples were as her hands traced themselves over her body. But what was she staring at? It obviously wasn’t the TV, the static crackling through the dark. Trying to remember the layout of the room I realized she was staring down the end of the bed into the mirror hanging from the wall. Realizing that she was watching herself masturbate made my blood run hot and I felt my dick hit the door as it hardened. Did it make a sound? I wasn’t sure, but she didn’t react, so I quickly forgot.
Her fingers were tracing lines across her body, running over her curves. One delicate finger traced a spiral around her breast, ending finally at her hard nipple as another finger found it’s was up to her mouth. Seductive lips parted in a gasp as she squeezed a nipple. My breath came in ragged gasps as she slid her hand underneath her top, exposing one sexy breast to the air. She ran her hand over her nipple, letting it slide between each finger. The pleasure it brought her was obvious by the way she bit down on her finger, trying to conceal the gasp I heard escaping her chest. Reaching down with both hands she pulled her top off, tossing it onto the floor next to her. I leaned back, realizing I was slowly pushing the door open with my head as I tried to get a better look. Her body was something to be worshipped, the kind that makes your heart stutter at just the shape alone. Luscious lips and Cleopatra eyes were framed by ebony ringlets that scattered around the pillow. My eyes followed the line of her cheek, her neck, her shoulders. My lips could practically taste the skin, and my teeth begged to nibble on the spot where her neck met her shoulders. The cleft of her breastbones formed a perfect V that called out to me, making my skin tingle in anticipation. I watched the path of her fingers as they traced the very lines I had been admiring, running down her toned shoulders, around her petite breasts, into a circle that found their ways back to her nipples again. She squeezed her breasts together, cupping them in her hands, driving me crazy with the sight of it. Then her hands slid smoothly down her stomach and over her hips. I felt she had to be reading my mind as she dug into the sides of her hips with her fingernails, running shallow scratches up the sides.
It was too much, I had to back away. What was I doing? Why was I watching this? What kind of man would do this? I stood back from the door, staring at the light coming from around the frame. Everything in my told me it was wrong what I was doing, but as I stood there looking at that door I knew in my heart of hearts that I would be going back, and I would be watching. I could no more stop it than stop the sun from rising. No matter what my mind told me, my body was in control, and it was not losing this. Before I even realized what I was doing I was back at the door, slowly cracking it open again.
This time I wanted more, this time I wanted to see with both eyes. I cracked the door even more, moving as slowly as I could. Looking back into the room I gasped as I saw her legs spread wide, her fingers caressing herself lightly over her panties. Without realizing what I was doing I swung the door open even wider, trying to see everything without hindrance. But the luck that had held me so far suddenly gave out as the door let out a telltale squeak! Panicking I froze, my hand on the door handle, the door swung open far enough for her to see clearly what was on the other side. I saw in one terrifying moment that she had heard it! Her head jerked to the side and her hands stopped. I didn’t know what to do, so I simply stood there, body in the doorway, erection standing full. My breath came back slowly as I realized she was squinting into the darkness. She had the television shining into her eyes, and the room behind me was dark! She couldn’t see me at all! I doubted she could even see the door! I saw her give up the search of the darkness and lay her head back on the pillows, concentrating on the mirror even harder.
Finally her hands stopped moving over the front of her panties and I saw her slide her hands to the sides, grasping two bows at her hips. With a slight tug of the lace bows her panties fell apart at the sides, and were soon tossed the way of her top. She spread her legs even wider and ran her hands up the insides of her thighs, rubbing them lightly. As she spread her pussy lips I grabbed myself, not able to contain it anymore. I didn’t want to make any noise, but I couldn’t help it. Watching her lick her fingertips and slide them over her now-exposed clit made not touching myself impossible. A small moan escaped her lips at that first touch, and I could feel my dick shutter in my hand. I started stroking myself slowly, my hand making a slow path up the full length of my shaft, quivering each time it hit the tip. My eyes were riveted on her body, I was now her prisoner until this was over. The way she rocked her hips… ran her clit between her fingers… slid a finger inside of her… it was hypnotic – mesmerizing. I couldn’t have looked away if I had wanted to. And I most certainly, definitely, did not want to.
The bucking of her hips got faster and I could see she had slipped two fingers inside of herself now. I could see the glistening of her pussy juices all over her fingers every time she slid them out. I stroked my cock even faster with every groan she let out. My breathing was ragged in my own ears and I was amazed she couldn’t hear me, but wouldn’t have cared if she did. Part of me wanted to let her know I was watching. Let her know what she was doing to me! I was having one of the most erotic moments of my life, and I wanted to let her know that she was responsible! But I stayed, the magic of this moment was the secrecy. If she knew I was there she might stop, might even complain. Then where would I be? Fantasy ruined with me looking like a jackass. So I fought to keep myself quiet as I watched, her hips bucking in rhythm to my strokes. With every stroke of my cock I imagined those were my fingers in her pussy, my tongue on her clit, my dick in her hands. I was leaning against the door jamb, furiously pumping my cock, watching her slide her fingers in and out of her spread pussy. I could feel the pleasure mounting up, I could feel the orgasm coming. I didn’t know how much longer I could handle this, but I vowed to myself I would last until the end.
I felt my dick swell in my hands as her moans increased and her hips started shaking. I watched her stomach quiver as she turned her head to the side and bit down hard on her pillow, trying to stifle the scream she knew was coming. Her legs closed hard, pinning her fingers inside of her as a moan of sheer ecstasy escaped her lips. I felt my dick go rock hard and my stomach clench up as hot cum shot out of me onto the floor. With breaths that felt like fire I closed my eyes, trying not to moan, groan, scream for her. My whole body tensed, every muscle in my body flexing in unison as the most powerful orgasm I have ever had swept over me, leaving my stomach burning and my dick aching with pleasure. I stood there for a moment, not able to move, leaning against the jamb.
I opened my eyes and looked to the bed, seeing the she had rolled over and was searching for something. Horror shot through me as I realized she had found the remote control and was getting ready to shut the television off! Without even having time to shut her door I jumped back and shut mine, holding the handle open so it wouldn’t make a tattletale click as it shut. I watched the light flick out from under the door just as my door shut. With a sigh of relief and total exhaustion I fell onto the bed, not even having time to get under the covers.
The shattering ring of a telephone woke me the next morning, the manager at the desk asking me if I wanted to extend for another night, and if not checkout was in an hour. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Had last night really happened? Was it a dream brought on due to lack of sex for more months than I could remember? I looked around the room for any clue as to last night’s escapades when my eyes fell on the television. Cartoons played through in their silent silliness. The television was still muted from the night before, which meant it had happened. It had been real. My stomach jumped as I realized something else too; When she was looking at me in the door it hadn’t been dark in the room behind me. She wasn’t staring into shadows – the television had been on the entire time, and in my excitement I had forgotten about it!
I lurched out of bed, throwing on a pair of pants as quickly as I could. I had to get next door and see her, to see what else we could make out of this. I heard the door click open just as I grabbed mine and jumped out, ready to see my fantasy girl. I smiled and took a sharp turn toward her room… right into the cart of the cleaning lady. She was coming out of her room, carrying a load of dirty towels. I was about to ask her if the tenant was still in there, but I knew she wasn’t. With my excitement gone I stepped back into my room, my head down in disappointment. I sat on the edge of the bed, recalling every moment, every sensation of the night before in vivid clarity. I stared at the door until I heard the maid knocking, asking if I needed my room serviced. Ignoring her I stared at the door until I heard her cart squeak away, leaving me alone to my thoughts. Without knowing exactly why, I got up and walked to the door. Hoping to relive some part of last night I unlocked my door and slowly swung the door open.
Once again she forced the breath out of me and got my dick rock hard. There, hanging on the door handle to my side of her door was the pair of lace panties she had worn the night before, tied there with a single of bow.
