Extended business trip and sharing some excitement with my hotel room next door neighbor.
A little piece of erotic fiction.
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I have to travel on business and often find myself far from home for 8 to 12 weeks at a time, while working in a client's business. I am married to a wonderful woman and we share a pretty good life together. Lust, however, seems to have left the marriage quite some time ago. Between children, grandchildren, aging, and female body image issues, masturbation is the one constant in my life.
I am and have always been comfortable in my own skin and enjoy nude sunbathing on the boat, at nude beaches and nudist resorts as I travel. This is the story of a rare and wonderful business trip when I met a kindred spirit, right next door.
Traveling 3,000 miles from home again, I was not looking forward to being that far away, for that long again, but that is how I make a living and support the family.
I made all of the necessary arrangements, a rental car, and a nice extended stay hotel with a full kitchen, office and living area, and a bedroom. I hate to eat out and enjoy cooking and eating right. I am generally at the customer's office all week and several Saturdays, but have Sundays to try to relax and enjoy the areas outdoor attractions. Hiking has always been a passion, and as I said, nude sunbathing. Turns out there were plenty of hiking trails within a mile of the hotel and a very nice little nudist resort only 20 minutes away. Sundays are looking good.
During the first week I was working a lot, getting the project started, and totally focused on work. I did notice I had a next door neighbor that seemed to leave early in the morning and get back from work between 6:00 and 6:30 like me. She was tall, slender, strawberry blonde and had a pretty smile. We greeted each other coming and going and exchanged inane pleasantries about the heat and things like that. Turns out she was here on business as well and was the electrical contractor for a new strip shopping center being built across the street from the hotel. She took over the family business when her father died and enjoys the work, but hates the travel.
Then, one night I was lying in bed, and I heard a buzzing sound coming thru the headboard from the room next door. I listened carefully, and also heard soft moaning. Of course, my mind began to envision my neighbor using her vibrator to take the edge off, and I quickly began to feel my dick getting hard.
I always sleep nude, so I pulled the sheet back and began gently stroking myself while I listened. Her soft moans soon became a little louder and then came the "yes, yes, and yes!" followed by a big "Ahhhh!" Well by now I had begun really stroking and was a little unhappy that I had miss timed it and would love to have climaxed at the same time. I was starting to feel that tingle in my balls when I heard the vibrator again and her moaning and knew she was on her way to a second orgasm. This time I was able to time it perfectly. Just as she started calling out 'Yes', so did I, and squirted cum from my chest to my belly button, which was much more than the usual trip to my stomach. It was so exciting to have done that at the same time and I wondered if I heard her, did she hear me?
At 6:30 the next morning, we ran into each other in the lobby getting coffee and fresh fruit that was set out every morning. When I said "good morning neighbor" she smiled and said "good morning," but there was a sly twinkle in her eye, and I was pretty sure we had shared a moment last night.
I am in my late 50's and she looks like she might be close to 40. I still masturbate at least 5 nights a week and sometimes in the morning too. I listened carefully the next night but did not hear anything. I did masturbate thinking about the night before and enjoyed a great orgasm and said "Yes, I'm Cumming" with the intention of possibly being overheard.
The first Sunday I had free, I got up early and went for a 5 mile hike up along the hillsides, then came back and got a shower and headed out to the pool to relax. About 20 minutes later my neighbor, who introduced herself as Sally also came out and took one of the lounge chairs next to me. We talked about our lives a little. I shared some of mine and she shared that she was recently divorced from a not very nice man who had hoped her father was going to leave the business to him rather than his daughter. This drove a wedge between them and he tried to take other things that he felt entitled to, so she left him and was happy to be free from him and busy.
She was not pasty white, but had a fair complexion, so I shared my sunscreen and encouraged her to re apply periodically. She had a very nice figure in her orange bikini, slender with small breasts and she mentioned that she was a volley ball player. She played in college and still played whenever she could. She commented on my dark tan and mentioned not seeing a tan line when I hopped out of the pool quickly. We talked and laid around the pool for 3 or 4 hours talking about lots of things, but neither ever implied anything about the other night.