I was on my way back home from a three week business trip on the west coast. Because of bad weather my plane had taken off late from Seattle and by the time we landed in Minneapolis I had missed my connecting flight. I went to the customer service counter and was promptly told my previously scheduled flight had been the very last one going out that evening to the Washington, D.C. area. I was summarily given the usual vouchers for a room and food for the local airport hotel.
As it turned out I wasn't the only one to miss a flight home. While the attendant was rebooking me for a morning flight and completing my vouchers a comely woman strode up to the counter beside me. She was going to Washington also but had come into Minneapolis on a different late flight. She too had her flight rebooked and got her vouchers.
On the way over to the hotel in the shuttle van, we chatted a bit and I found out her name was Sharon. Sharon was married with two children. She was a very nice looking woman, dirty blond hair she had pinned up in back, very memorable curves and a most entrancing smile. I'd say she was in her mid-to late thirties.
By the time we checked into the hotel it was nearly eleven o'clock at night. We both headed right up to our rooms. It turns out they had given us adjoining rooms, so after one last polite goodnight we entered our respective doors.
I got one last, very pleasant smile from Sharon.
I'm pretty much hooked to my laptop so even as late as it was I cranked it up and started reading e-mail. As I sat in the desk chair I heard a couple of noises from next door. As I read on, the noises got louder and I soon realized it was Sharon making some very, shall we say, intimate sounds. If I hadn't known better I'd swear she was having sex, but I had not heard anyone go in her room after she had. Not that it mattered. I have to admit at first I wanted to get up and go over to the adjoining suite door and listen in. But instead I reached for the remote on the nightstand and turned on the television.
As I replied to an e-mail, even over the sound of the late night sports program on my television, I could hear what I swore was Sharon getting off next door. She was moaning really loud by then. I couldn't handle it, I turned off the television and walked over to the adjoining door and pressed my ear against it. I tried to stay as quiet as possible although my heartbeat pounding in my ear was tremendous. For a few moments, I listened to her low moans along with the incessant hum of what had to be a vibrator.
I thought back to times when I'd been on the other side of a hotel wall and listened to women moaning or men grunting loudly as they stimulated one another to ecstasy. Other times it was a squeaking bed with just intermittent noises from one or the other, but it wasn't hard to imagine what was going on in their rooms.
It was really obvious what was going on solo in Sharon's room right then.
I heard a couple of soft squeals and then I started to hear the bed creak. My penis rose to the occasion. Sharon was completely oblivious to the fact that a horny guy was just a few feet away getting aroused over the sound of her sexy moans. I began by fondling my penis through my boxers and soon was breathing deeply. In no time I found myself massaging a full erection.
I stopped for a quick moment and ran over to my bag and retrieved my wife's panties. They were full cut and made of a soft satiny material. They were also a pleasant surprise from my wife. She had hidden them away in my clothes with a note that had read...'If can't be there with you to play. I want a part of me there with you when you do play.' They had come in handy – pun intended – more than a few times in the last few weeks. I had kept them pristine by not cumming on them the whole time.
In seconds my boxers were at my ankles and there I stood nude against the door. I placed the satin pants against the underside of my cock and rubbed the crotch area against my skin. The feeling was indescribable. I could imagine rubbing my cock on Mary Ann while she wore those panties. I slowly rubbed them up and down the length of my shaft. Before long I could feel my balls tightening and I knew there was no going back.
Not having the visual stimulation, I had to imagine what the scene I was hearing looked like. I envisioned Sharon lying on her back, legs spread, with her hands and vibrator between her legs providing the sounds I was hearing. I pictured Sharon's one hand moving between her nipples and down between her thighs. Then she moved the fake cock to circle her clit. The thought of her placing that vibrator against herself and turning it on, turned me on. That thought had my tongue sensing I was spreading her lips, lapping against her clit. My cock got harder at that thought.
'This wasn't happening!' I told myself. Whatever images I had of her as an innocent soccer mom were blown away.
I heard Sharon give out another audible squeal. I sensed she held the vibrator against her clit while she had reached up to pull on a nipple fully hard with arousal.
I started playing with my own nipples. They were already erect as I alternated pulling on each one.
I still refused to believe what was happening, that I was getting off listening to a pretty blonde soccer mom getting off on her side of that door.
I wrapped my wife's panties tightly around my cock and quickened the pace of my strokes as I listened to my suite mate getting louder with every second that went by. She was now obviously nearing her climax as she was moaning loudly. Maybe it only seemed very loud because I was just on the other side of the door maybe six feet from her.
I leaned back against the doors and started to furiously thrust my hips up to meet each downward stroke of my fist and my wife's panties while listening to my lusty neighbor. I kept up the rapid pace and started doing that screwing motion over my cockhead, flipping my thumb back and forth over the tip and massaging the underside of my penis where the head meets the shaft.
Then I heard Sharon suddenly let out the moan of a lifetime. It was my voyeuristic dream for my hard cock. And I gave him a few more strokes until a trail of clear liquid leaked from my tip. I stroked and stroked some more until I could feel the pressure building, sending my balls higher. My hand moved faster and faster, up and down my seven and a half inch shaft.
Sharon was cumming.
And then so was I...
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second and held my breath just before the first long rope of cum leapt into the air and up onto my shoulder. A second big shot flew past my head and I heard it splatter on the door beside my ear. Two other shots hit me on the lower cheek and chin. I thrust my hips up into my hand and my wife's panties grunting as quietly as I could. I couldn't count the remaining cumshots, but they continued to come and come.
Finally, all was quiet on both my side of the door and on Sharon's, including the formerly ever-present buzzing of her vibrator.
There I sat on the floor, my wife's panties wrapped around my softening cock wondering what had just happened. I could see I had drenched my chest and stomach and had more cum dripping down my shaft and over the soft female underwear in my hand. I caught my breath and crouched there enjoying the high you get after an amazing orgasm like that.
But I knew I couldn't sit there leaning against an adjoining hotel room door all night. I needed to get up to wipe the cum off the door and my body. Although I had been careful the last three weeks not to get them messy I started to wipe my cum off my skin with my wife's already cum covered panties. But there was simply too much jizm on me, let alone on the door, to clean up with a single pair of panties. I got up and walked naked to the bathroom, my cum dripping down my chest and legs. I grabbed a hand towel and wiped off all I could find on me then went back out to wipe the now nearly translucent streak of cum off the door.
I smiled broadly the whole time I did so.
I still did not hear any more from next door.
I headed back to the bathroom, one hand holding my wife's cum-soaked panties and in the other the damp and sticky hotel towel, my half-wilted cock bouncing along in front of me.
All of a sudden, there's a knock at the door! Then I heard the voice.
"Don! Don! I need to ask you something." I heard Sharon call through the door.
I pondered for a few short seconds on whether or not I should answer. I could pretend I was asleep, but I realized the lights were on in my room and she could probably tell from out there. I threw my wife's panties, my boxers and towel into the shower and ran back out to get a pair of my sleep pants out of my suitcase.
"Don!" She called again more insistently.
