Author's Note: Of the Lit stories I've written thus far, this is the fourth time I wrote a piece for someone else. A creation composed with the first goal of pleasing them; the second pleasing you, the reader.
Sometimes scenarios or situations take place that can offend readers. I get it. This story has black men in it. There is no intention to offend anyone in any way about different types of people. Apologies if anyone reading it feels that way.
But I'd add that if the idea of a big black cock referenced as an erotic turn on offends you, please exit this story now.
EXTENDED STAY
I'm still pissed off because we have to stay here for a month. It's day thirteen and I'm stuck--well, we're stuck--at the Common Inn, a less than ideal extended stay motel on the edge of Smallville. If my blowhard husband knew how to properly do his job, we'd have been home last week.
He needs someone to come along in his life who will put him in his place.
Mr. All High and Mighty. Ham--I call him behind his back.
He's gone all day while I sit in this dumpy place with nothing to do. One of the reasons I call it dumpy is because there are two quarter-sized unrepaired holes in the wall: one in the bathroom adjacent to the toilet and the other conspicuously a straight shot across the small room from the king size bed. I can't tell if the bathroom hole is from a (former) fixture; plus it's dark on the other side. But the bedroom hole--if I didn't know any better--almost seems like a purposely placed 'glory-type' hole. Gross. I filled both with tissue paper the minute I discovered them.
*Neighbors*
The highlight of my day is taking out the trash. Of the three dudes next door, one of them is always home. Whenever I step outside to do anything, even empty the garbage, I can see a crack in the curtain suggesting I'm being peered at. At first I was creeped out, but as each guy eventually introduced themselves--and the fact that all three (Brad, Simon & Clarence) are very good looking--I have come to enjoy getting checked out. Did I mention all three are black? Not that it matters, but there is allure to each one of them and their fit trim hard bodies and attractive faces has made me curious about the legendary tales about the size of black cocks.
I think I'm fairly good looking. I'm a tiny bit overweight but I'm regularly admired for my large breasts. I wear my chestnut brunette hair straight at shoulder length--unless I'm working out in a power ponytail--with bangs down to my eyebrows. I have dark brown eyes. Guys like my butt, too. I can tell they stare at it.
So on day thirteen as I take out the trash I actually put on makeup, a low cut blouse and a short skirt. I see the curtain crack on the way to the dumpster and Clarence just happens to be taking out his trash as I begin to return to my door.
"Oh hey, hi." he says.
"Hi Clarence. What are you up to today?"
"Heading to work at noon. Pardon me for saying so, but you look nice today."
"Thank You, I...er..."
I've never stuttered in my life, but with my heart pounding and my cheeks flush from the unexpected nice comment from Clarence, I didn't know what to say next and re-entered the hotel room.
*A Change In Scenery*
I sat on the bed overcome by horniness and slipped a hand inside my panties which were already moist. As I looked up imagining Clarence naked and watching me, I saw the tissue covered hole across from the bed. Then I made a decision I probably shouldn't have, but fuck...I'm bored...and I shouldn't have to just be sitting here. This decision could substantially change the future of our temporary stay, but I felt like it's just a little bit of payback to my husband Ham for putting me...us...in this dump for a month.
I got up and walked over to the tissued hole and removed this flimsy barrier thereby removing my potential masturbatory privacy.
I thought my heart was pounding before. Fuck. Now it was downright racing!
I sat on the bed with my back against the headboard and spread my legs. I slipped my hand back inside my panties and began circling my clit with my saliva-wet index finger. My eyes were transfixed on the quarter sized hole directly across from me while I fantasized about being watched. My orgasm came on very quickly as I was so fucking horny thinking about performing in front of a stranger.
And I wasn't quiet about it. But I couldn't help it. I'm loud when I orgasm.
I had closed my eyes just before and during the contractions. When I opened them I could swear that the hole directly across from me was dark suggesting I was being watched.
But it returned to light so quickly I was second guessing what I thought I saw. I'm pretty sure Clarence just saw me masturbate to an orgasm.
The thought was reinforced even more when he left for work and spoke just outside our door.
"See you later, Lois."
I couldn't talk or push out a response. I was excited at what happened, but my brain was still processing it all.
He didn't just say good bye. He said see you later. Like maybe suggesting he would see me again. The next time I masturbated. Like he saw me earlier and he was telling me he'd see me later.
*Making a Scene*
The next day, when I emptied the garbage, it was Simon who was milling around just outside the three fellas door.
"Where is Clarence this morning?" I asked, pretending to be all nonchalant.
"He had to work a double shift."
Shit, I thought. I was so horny thinking about masturbating for Clarence again, I decided I'd just go for it in front of Simon. I was thinking that if I could determine Simon was watching, I'd know Clarence did. You know, if roommates talk then Simon will read the situation and show up to the peephole.
Before removing my clothes, I removed the tissue from covering the hole.
I slid right up onto the bed from directly across the hole in the wall and lubricated my preferred masturbatory middle finger. As I quickly started moaning softly I slightly opened my eyes.
I saw! I could tell! Simon was watching!
I burst into orgasm with my brain more turned on than my vagina. I screamed Clarence's name while cumming either on accident or on purpose...I'm not sure.
*Turn down the Music*
It's the eve of day fourteen, and my husband Devin came very home late. I thought it was because of his deadlines, but when he came in the door smelling of cheap beer I was nonplussed. I had been listening to loud rap music through the thin walls of our three neighbors and getting tired of the pulsing bass beat that made it difficult to focus on anything.
"Go next door and tell them to turn down their very loud music," I told him.
When he came back he looked stressed and agitated. He entered our room and swiftly shut our door as if he was being chased.
"What happened?!"
"I can't make them stop. Some terse words were exchanged. I probably said some things I shouldn't have."
"Go complain to the apartment manager."
"I can't. Not tonight. We're just going to have to wear ear plugs, I guess."
*Planning Ahead*
The next morning, before I took out the trash, there was a knock on our door. I looked through the peephole and saw Clarence standing there. I had just finished showering.
There goes my heartbeat again. I realized its internal thumping was just like the bass to the rap music last night.
"Just a minute...!" I called out.
