What a day!
My wife, Linda, and I had fought all the way to the airport this evening. She was pissed that I had to go on yet another business trip. She was particularly pissed this time because I was going to Miami for a conference and couldn’t take her with me. After she dropped me at the airport I found out that my flight was delayed. When I finally did leave Edmonton it was going to be too late to make my connection out of Dallas. Yup, this trip was starting off just great!
Once I arrived at the Dallas-Fort Worth airport I gathered up my luggage and went to the airline’s information booth to find out when I would be able to leave again for Miami. Not until morning was the answer. Great! The airline apologised and offered to get me a room at the nearest hotel. I had never heard of the hotel chain before and in the back of mind was thinking “the way today is going, I bet it’s a real flea bag of a hotel”.
I wasn’t entirely wrong. The hotel looked like it hadn’t had a fresh coat of paint in about 20 years. The neon sign was missing letters and the grass around the empty outdoor swimming pool was in need of a cut in the worst way.
As the cabby dropped me at the front door of the hotel, I had half a mind to flag him back down and tell him to take me back to the airport. Too late, he screeched his tires and swerved off into the night.
“Well, here goes nothing,” I muttered to myself and made my way towards the lobby.
I gave the clerk the airline voucher for the room, got my key and headed for the elevator. After pushing the button for the elevator and patiently waiting for about 2 minutes, I finally saw the sign that said “Out of Order”.
“That fucking figures,” I cursed as I headed for the stairway and up the seven flights to my room.
I stuck the key in the lock for room 707 and slowly pushed the door open, fully expecting the worst. To my surprise, it was actually a pretty nice room. I tossed my luggage on one of the two queen beds and flopped myself down on the other. I grabbed the remote for the TV and turned it on. I flipped through the list of pay per view movies. Nothing really there that I wanted to watch or hadn’t already seen. “I wonder if there is any good porn on here”, I thought. Hotel room porn is usually censored to the point that all you ever see is women’s breasts and men’s asses. “What the fuck”, I said and switched on a movie called “Dallas Does Debbie”. To my surprise it wasn’t edited at all. “What do you know,” I said to myself. “Things are looking up”.
I fixed myself a drink from the mini-bar, took off my jacket and loosened my tie. On the TV Debbie was giving Dallas a dick washing with her mouth. I felt a stirring in my shorts. “Man, I could go for a good blow job”, I thought. Linda so rarely gives me head at home and whenever she does; it’s like she’s just going through the motions. This girl on TV though, she knew how to give head and she looked like she was really enjoying it.
I set my drink down on the nightstand. I unzipped my trousers and let them fall to the floor. I removed my tie and undid my shirt. My cock was now hardening by the second and was causing quite the tent to form in my boxers. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I walked over to the mirror and stripped away my shorts. My cock bounced out and then stood straight out at full attention. I reached down and gave it a few tugs. “Mmmm…well at least I can have a good wank before I call it a night,” I said.
Just then there was loud moaning from the TV. I didn’t realise the volume was up so high on the TV. Debbie was now on all fours and Dallas was pounding her from behind. She was screaming in pleasure. “Oh God! Oh yes,” she moaned! I began to stroke my cock in rhythm with the couple on the TV. I paused only to rub the pre-cum from the tip and spread it over the shaft, and then it was back to fist fucking along with the TV. I was really getting into it. I was building up to the point where I was ready to cum. “I’d better get a towel,” I thought. I went to the washroom, grabbed a towel and started to walk back to the bedroom. That’s when I noticed that the curtains in the room were wide open.
“Shit,” I swore! I ran over to the window and reached to close the drapes.
“No! Don’t stop,” I heard a female voice yell from across the courtyard.
I covered my cock with the towel and I peered out through the darkness. I could just make out the shadow of a woman sitting on the patio of the room right across from mine.
“I was really enjoying your show,” the woman said. “You were making me so hot.”
Straining to see her through the darkness, I opened the door to my patio deck and stepped out, partially shielding my nakedness with one of the curtains. She stood up and waved at me. I could see that she was topless and wearing a pair of shorts.
“I’ve never watched a guy masturbate before,” she said in a whispered voice. “You’ve got a nice cock.”
“Th-th-thanks,” I stammered back. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Right from when you switched on the movie,” she answered. “I think it’s kind of funny that we we’re both watching the same thing.”
Behind her I could see that her TV was on too and Debbie was now on top of Dallas and riding him hard and fast. My cock, which had gone limp from the shock of being caught, started to stir again.
