Things don't always work out the way you plan them. This was a lesson I was being forced to learn double fast as I laid alone in my hotel room on the first night of what was supposed to be a romantic week away with my now ex-girlfriend. Officially she said we'd simply 'grown apart' which would be fine if I hadn't spent upwards of 2000 big ones on this little getaway. She pointed out though that if she'd come away with me feeling that way, it would have meant living a lie for a full week and the guilt would have been too much for her to bear. I sort of saw her point, but it still meant I was now alone, laid on the bed wearing nothing but a complimentary dressing gown and flicking through the free TV channels.
I'd decided to come anyway, because heck it had been paid for, and maybe the week away would do me good. So far it had only accentuated the fact that she wasn't there. I had so much planned. Not so much for this first night but certainly for the remainder and if I'm being completely honest a lot of it involved us screwing one another like we had no other purpose in life.
I don't know if she meant it as a joke to lighten the mood but after declaring we were done she'd said to me, 'although I will miss getting absolutely destroyed by that monster of yours.' The 'monster' she was referring to was of course what was hanging between my legs. Most men brag about how big they are but I generally don't have to. I'm pretty unremarkable in most respects, but given that when flaccid my cock is easily around 6 inches long and when hard can get up to 14, with a hefty girth to match that is close to a soda can in comparison, I can usually let that do most of the talking for me.
I can still remember the look on her face when she first saw it, a bizarre but unbelievably hot mix of fear, amazement and lust. It had taken a lot of trial and error, and lube it must be said, before I'd been able to get even just the head inside her, but as our relationship bloomed her pussy slowly but surely adjusted. She could regularly take up to 8 inches of it and slightly more depending on our position and how much I really went for it until it started hurting her. To tell the full truth, she had been the first woman to ever really try. I'd been on dates with other women before but once they saw what I was packing they became too scared to continue or else backed out once I started putting any pressure on their pussies.
Thinking about all this was starting to make me hard, the outline of my cock beneath the gown extending downwards and starting to lift and pulse. The memory was a sore one now, I guess, but it was also certainly enough to get me going. As I was on my own I felt no need to not just let it happen. Maybe I would get myself off and relieve a little pressure. As if responding to that thought, the material of the gown slipped away from my cock as it grew and hardened.
*Knock knock*
"Room service."
I jumped a little as I heard a knock on the door and a female voice calling out. What should I do? I could pretend I wasn't in but then she might just come in anyway depending on what it was and that would leave me completely exposed. The only thing I could do was to try and calm down and to answer the door.
"Two minutes," I called.
I focused as best I could on shrinking my massive boner. My ex not being here and why was the first thing that came to mind and slowly but surely I felt the swelling in my crotch dissipate. With a sigh of relief, I went and answered the door.
"Hi, sorry to keep you," I said as I opened the door.
The woman stood before me couldn't have been much older than her early 30s, with jet black hair held up in a bun and a pretty but not stunning face. I couldn't help but also notice the rest of her too, blame it on my horniness from a minute or two ago I guess. Her breasts weren't massive but looked to be a nice handful each and what I could see of her hips beneath her uniform suggested she'd spread out a little in that wonderful way that women start to do as they leave their teens and 20s behind them giving her a sort of hourglass look. I'd have liked to have seen more but I needed to push those thoughts from my mind, otherwise it'd quickly become very obvious that I'd been looking in more ways than one.
"Not a problem sir," she said in a bright and friendly voice. "I've brought the champagne you ordered."
"Champagne? I didn't order..."
But then it hit me. I'd arranged that each night a nice bottle of something was to be brought up to our room. With everything that had happened, I'd all but forgotten.
"Wait, of course, yes," I said, reassuring her it was my mistake. "Sorry, I've had a lot on. Unfortunately the person I was supposed to be sharing this with didn't join me."
"I'm sorry to hear that sir," she said, sounding very genuine. "Where would you like me to put it?"
"Oh, er, just over there," I told her, motioning behind me.
She smiled sympathetically and walked into the room. I watched her walk and my mental request to see more of her was answered. Her ass was big and prominent, not ridiculously huge or anything but bigger than her otherwise slim frame indicated. It was only for a moment of course, but I could see it wobble slightly as she walked and before I could correct myself, I felt the blood start to rush back to my cock.
Instinctively I threw my hands in front of my cock, trying to conceal its rapid hardening and stop it from breaching the gown once again. When she turned back, I tried to remain as calm and unaffected as possible, but I saw her eyes glance down at my hands and then back up to my own. She didn't say anything, but I felt any blood not already destined for my unruly cock start to rush to my cheeks as I surely went red with embarrassment.
"I'll leave you to it sir," she said, remaining professional and mercifully bringing this whole sorry episode to a close.
I thanked her and closed the door behind her. I cursed myself. It had been barely a week and already I was uncontrollably horny. A smaller man in that department wouldn't really have had an issue, so, and not for the first time in my life, I cursed my larger than normal cock. I tried to calm myself down. All was fine. She'd not really seen anything after all, I'd not made any inappropriate comments or advances and I'd likely never see her again anyway.
I sighed as my boner once again started to subside, walked over to the ice bucket she'd left behind and picked up the bottle of champagne. It would've been a shame to waste it I guess.
* * * * *
Alcohol has always amplified my horniness. Maybe it's the loss of inhibition, I don't know, but this is a fact I had forgotten as I finished the last of the champagne bottle. In the past it was probably something I needn't have thought about because if I was drinking it was normally with my ex and if I got horny we could do something about it. No such luck now. I lay on the bed in a giddy and horny stupor, whipped out my cock and started tugging away.
Normally my mind would have gone straight to the memory of my ex and her body, but tonight it had other plans for me. Instead I found myself reliving the look on the woman's face who had brought me my champagne earlier. I imagined what she might be thinking, the things she might have thought of doing with me and what it may feel like to do them to her in return. I blew my cool (and my load) once the memory of the wobble of her ass cheeks broke its way to the front of my mind.
I cleaned up as best I could before dozing off.
* * * * *
The following morning my head was sore and I couldn't stomach my breakfast. I instead sat sipping water and feeling a little sorry for myself as I watched the staff walk back and forth with plates piled high with hot, greasy breakfast foods that under any other circumstance I'd have devoured by the plate full.
"Good morning sir," a somewhat familiar voice said beside me.
I turned to the voice and saw it was the woman from last night, smiling kindly towards me.
"Hi, good morning to you too," I replied.
"Have you ordered breakfast yet?" she asked.
"Hmm? Oh, er no, bit of a bad head this morning I'm afraid," I replied with a smiling grimace.
"Rough night last night?" she continued.
I was about to reply when the memory of what I had done to help myself off to sleep last night flashed through my head and I suddenly felt very awkward, as if she somehow knew all about it. I also felt a slight movement in my pants, but my nausea kept it at bay thank god.
"Y-yeah," I finally mustered. "A full bottle of champagne on your own isn't all it's cracked up to be."
"Yeah I've made that mistake before," she laughed. "Well if not your breakfast, could I maybe get you something to help clear your head?"
