This is another story from my past. I think this works as a stand-alone story, but if you want to have more insight into me and some of the other characters mentioned in this story, you may want to read
Cindy's Sexual Awakening
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I wasn't looking forward to this trade show. I usually enjoyed going to them, as I would often take the chance to find a handsome young man or beautiful young woman for some extracurricular activities. I had discovered during my first week of college that I had a very high libido and that I enjoyed sex with nearly anyone whom I found attractive, regardless of their gender. My husband was fully aware of this facet of my personality before we were married, and we had a rule that I could engage in any type of sexual activity that I wanted to while I was away from home, as long as I told him about it. This had worked out well for the 11 years we had been married and nearly always provided another orgasm for us both as I told him about my encounters.
But this show was in February in Chicago. I had grown up in Iowa, so I knew all about midwestern winters, but I had lived in California for the last 6 years and the prospect of below zero temperatures, as promised by the forecast, was not appealing, to say the least. On top of that, I was travelling to this show with Amir, the Vice President of my division and my boss's boss. He was an egotistical jerk who had been coming on to me since I was promoted about a year ago and while he wasn't completely unattractive, I wasn't going to fall into the trap of being the boss's mistress and dealing with the byzantine office politics that flowed from that.
As his actions had grown more overt, I thought about reporting him to HR, but I knew that would be the death-knell of my career. I am 5' 4" and while I weighed a bit more than my college weight after having two kids, I could still turn a head or two. I always dressed sexily and never wore a bra, even though my nipples were quite prominent, nearly always hard and extending from my B-cup breasts. I always got lots of attention from men (and many women), and I enjoyed it. But I knew that if I accused a man with a lot of power in the company of sexual harassment, I would be blamed for "asking for it," so I continued to politely parry his advances while documenting the most egregious instances including date, time, location, and witnesses, just in case. The frequency of his improper behavior had decreased in the last couple of months, so he likely had figured out I wasn't interested. That being said, this was the first time we had travelled together, and I was expecting him to renew his pressure to get together during the trip.
Amir (he insisted I call him by his first name) and I flew out on Monday afternoon with a return flight scheduled for Thursday afternoon, getting us home late that night. We had several meetings scheduled throughout the week, including taking customers to dinner on Tuesday and Wednesday. The flight on Monday went smoothly. Luckily, we didn't have to wait long for a cab out in the cold Chicago night and we shared the ride to our hotel. It was well after 10 PM by the time we checked into our rooms. I was pleased to find that our rooms were on different floors and other than a seemingly innocent offer to get a nightcap at the hotel bar, which I politely declined, Amir was on his best behavior.
I got to my room and immediately stripped. I liked the feeling of being naked and usually don't wear clothing if it wasn't required. The temperature in my hotel room was toasty warm, which felt good after even the brief exposure to the winter air. The room door opened into an entryway with a hard surface floor that provided access to a carpeted area with a queen bed and an armoire that held a TV. The entryway had a sink with a coffee station, a door to the bathroom, and an adjoining room door, the kind of door that opens inward in each room and can only be opened from inside that room. This allows access directly between the two rooms only if the doors are both opened from within their respective rooms. By the time I had called my husband, Thomas, to report I had arrived safely, and finished my nightly my beauty regimen, it was 11 PM. I crawled under the covers and I must have fallen asleep almost immediately.
I woke up to the sounds of a door slamming followed immediately by a woman shrieking with laughter.
"Benny, you really should not be here!" The woman's voice had a characteristic Indian lilt. "What would your wife say?" she continued teasingly.
"What Sarah doesn't know won't upset her at all," replied a man's voice, "and I don't plan on telling her, do you?"
"Well, that depends," the woman replied.
"Depends on what?"
"It depends on whether or not you can tame this Bengal tiger!" the woman quickly switched tones from light-hearted to alluring, "Can you do that, Benny? Can you tame the tiger inside me? My husband can't."
"Come 'ere Samira, let me show you." Benny replied, followed by a period of silence.
I looked at the clock. It was just after midnight and the voices had been very loud. I looked around the room trying to figure out exactly what was going on. I noticed that there was quite a bit of light coming from under the adjoining room door. I got up and padded over to the entryway to take a closer look. There was a good inch and a half gap under the door, and I could see into the entryway of adjoining room and into their bathroom when I got down on my knees and looked under the door.
"Hmmm, that is a good start, Benny." The voice was clearly coming from under the door. "You stay right there, this tiger has to pee!" Samira giggled wildly and I watched her feet from under the door as she made her way to the bathroom and closed the door. The sounds of her urinating were clearly audible.
"Probably those 4 Cosmos!" Benny yelled after her. One man's shoe followed by a second flew into their entryway as he kicked them off. He then turned on the clock radio and I heard him tune through several stations before settling for one playing some smooth jazz. I then saw his feet walk into their entryway and the amount of light coming from under the door decreased significantly as he switched off the main room light. He knocked on their bathroom door gently. "Hey, you gonna be done soon? I gotta pee too."
Their bathroom door opened, and I could see Samira's feet come up to Benny's and she stood on her toes. I convinced myself that I heard a kiss.
"All yours, big boy. Do not keep the tiger waiting." Samira's feet disappeared out of my view toward the bed and Benny walked into the bathroom and began to pee without closing the door. I couldn't see anything above his ankles under the door, but his stream sounded impressive as it splashed powerfully into the water of the toilet bowl. He flushed and turned off the bathroom light, leaving only a small amount of light coming under our shared doors, probably from a bedside lamp.
It was clear what was going on and I was getting aroused. From my very first night at college when I heard my next door neighbor, Liz, and her boyfriend, Tyrese, madly fucking, I have been turned on by listening (and watching) other people have sex. I got up and retrieved my egg vibrator from my suitcase, grabbed a pillow and blanket from the bed, and lay down on the blanket on the entryway floor with my ear up against the crack under the door. I could hear rustling and faint kissing noises.
"Oh, baby, I can feel your tiger gun," Samira purred softly. "Grrrrrr"
