The noises came through the walls, muffled at first but entirely discernible; someone next door was having sex.
Jake set his book down and listened; hearing her moans of subtle ecstasy, the ruffle of the blankets and...
...Two other voices.
They were more raucous than hers, almost comical. Jake had been thoroughly warned that these business conventions were nothing short of orgies after hours, but his imagination hadn't quite gone so far as to picture something like what was happening in the hotel room right next to his at 2:30 pm, no less.
He didn't want to deny the bulge in his jeans so he got up and pressed his ear to the permanently locked door that conjoined the rooms. Her moans of pleasure were undeniable. He hadn't seen his neighbor but he imagined what she must have looked like this very second:
Sopping wet fingers delicately inserted into the beautiful folds of the warmth between her luscious thighs. An elegantly arched back and a toned tummy that tightened with every gasp, topped with a gorgeous tumble of chestnut curls.
His breath quickened with the pace of his heart as he failed to restrain his hands from venturing down the front of his jeans. He was as hard as the marble columns in the lobby. He needed to see her. Wanted to fill her with the hot, seething desire that she had given him. He wanted to wrap her legs around his head, he wanted to make her climax, and he wanted...
he wanted...
Jake went out the front door, thinking himself positively insane. What was he going to say?
"Hi, I'm Jake...wanna bang?"