She doesn't realize that her door that leads to the adjacent room is not locked, at the bed and breakfast she is staying at. As she lies on the bed, legs spread wide, her hand plunging a dildo into her pussy while rubbing her clit furiously, a deep moans escapes from her lips, loud enough for the guy staying in the room next to her to hear.
She thinks she is safely hidden in her room as she plans on a day of self pleasure but does not realize that he is standing on the other side of the door, hand on the doorknob listening, when her first orgasm hits her and she groans over and over. His hand on his crotch, imagining his cock giving her the pleasure she is seeking.
As he feels his cock get harder at the sound of her first orgasm, he begins to rub the crotch of his jeans faster. His mind races... should he open the door and take the chance of scaring her half to death and ruining the whole adventure? What if she is ugly? He doesn't let that thought linger too long. An idea hits him. He takes off all of his clothes and lies down on his own bed.
Pouring some of the bath oil that the hostess of the bed and breakfast was kind enough to leave on the dresser in his hand, he begins to stroke his cock. Before long his big cock is rock hard and throbbing... imagining his neighbor playing with herself is fueling his imagination and he begins to moan loudly, hoping that she will hear him just as clearly as he had heard her.
While she is massaging her breasts with the oil that was left in her room, she hears loud moaning coming from next door. What a deep, sexy voice he has, she thinks to herself... oh, the thought of a hard cock right next door has her hot again and she is not sure what to do. Naked, she slides out of the bed and walks over to the door between the rooms, puts her ear to the door and listens. His moans are clearly heard and she can hear him hissing as he gets closer to his orgasm. Her hand is between her legs, rubbing her clit while she listens. She needs to be fucked by his cock, who ever he is, her pussy dripping wet.
Her hand on the doorknob, she turns and to her surprise, finds that it opens all the way. Her breath sticks in her chest as she slides it open just a crack. She peers in and on the bed is this incredibly gorgeous man with this beautiful chest, neck and arms; long strong legs and a huge throbbing cock in his hand, stroking it up and down the length of it. She is watching him, breathless by the vision. She is not sure if she should go in and climb on his cock and ride it fast. She wants to but realizes he is a total stranger.
She turns back into the room, looks at the mirror and sees herself. Pretty by most standards but not tall... full breasts and hips with a small waist; long legs, smooth, and creamy white; bare pussy between.
Her cheeks flushed, brown green eyes sparkled by her arousal and her hair a little tussled from lying on the bed. She walks back to the door and peers in again and realizes he is just about ready to cum and she gets to watch. She moans as she watches him stroke up his cock. He hears it and turns towards the door. Shocked, he stops stroking his cock for a second and looks toward the door just in time to see his neighbor duck out of sight. Smiling to himself he continues, only louder this time. "Oh, yesss... oh fuck... I am going to cum... yesssssssssssssss..." he lets out a guttural scream and his rock hard throbbing dick begins shooting a gigantic load, the first shot of which hits him in the neck just under his chin... the second his chest... the third his belly and then streams of white hot cum begin landing everywhere...
Half way through his orgasm he hears her having another of her own. She must have turned to lean against the wall and fuck herself silly as she listened, because the pictures hung on his side were moving as if being fucked themselves. Cleaning himself off quickly with a towel, he moves over to the telephone. Loud enough for her to hear he orders a some strawberries and chocolate syrup from their hostess and asks they be sent to his neighbor's room with a card. His voice becomes low and she cannot hear any more of the conversation. "Shit", she thinks to herself. "Someone will be at the door soon." She quickly closes the door as quietly as possible and dresses.
A few minutes go by, and there is a knock on the door. Opening the door, she finds her hostess with a covered tray, which she places on a small table near the bed. "For you, my dear", she says and exits with a sly smile. Lifting the cover to find the strawberries and chocolate syrup, she reads the card. 'Here's to hidden passions, let me hear you again'.
Knowing he heard her orgasms, her cheeks flush from embarrassment but further thought has her wondering if this is something she should pursue. The man had a gorgeous cock on him and the way he moaned, she knew she would be lost if she had to hear him again and not be there to do something.