God I was really starting to hate these business trips. You know when you start out it's all fun and games, but as the years go on each trip gets a little less exciting. You've eaten at just about every restaurant, seen every tourist trap and gone to countless sporting events for sports you don't even care about.
I can't really complain though. I've been crushing it at work lately and the money sure was good, I guess the only thing missing was Mr. Right. Problem was these trips certainly weren't making things any easier in the dating department. I suppose it didn't help that I'm described as having that "librarian" look. That's at least the nice version, others would probably say mousy. My brown hair is nothing special, I've worn glasses my whole life because I have an aversion to touching my eyeball and fashion was never a big part of my life.
I will say that at least I had nice boobs and fairly trim body from all the hiking and biking that I do at home. My family was always giving me crap though for not being married yet, even though in my opinion there was plenty of time for that. That's at least what I told myself. I hadn't been on a proper date in over two years and hadn't had sex in over three.
I suppose part of the problem was that I was an introvert at heart and the other problem was I refused to partake in the online dating world. I know it's gotten fairly legitimate in recent years, but my old soul really wanted things to happen organically. Either way, it wasn't that big of a deal to me. If I meet someone I meet someone, in the mean time I've always got my toys to take care of my needs.
Denver was a city I did actually look forward to visiting even though I wasn't planning on doing anything new. I brought my binoculars to hopefully spot some wildlife on my hikes and I was going to get some good organic food. I had never stayed at this particular hotel before, but it was kind of interesting. The building was shaped like a U with a courtyard and pool in-between. My points status with the brand also got me a top floor room which happened to be the 15
th
floor.
As night began to darken the skies I did happen to notice that each of the rooms across the way were basically perfectly backlit to show everything going on inside if you didn't have your curtains closed. I made a mental note to make sure my curtains were shut before I took a shower or changed into my pajamas.
Another nice part of the top floor was each room had its own balcony, which I was excited about because I was a bit of an amateur astronomer. The hotel was on the edge of the city so there was some light pollution but my room faced west towards the Rockies so it wouldn't be too bad. At home I have a telescope that I use to star gaze, but here I would just have to use my binoculars. Not nearly as good, but you work with what you have.
I decided to first take a shower and get into my comfy sleeping clothes before beginning my star watch. I closed the curtains so no one could see inside and then proceeded to get washed up. The shower felt amazing after a long day of travel and my flannel pjs really hit the spot. I set my special toy up to charge just in case, but wasn't really in the mood to actually use it tonight. However, nothing is worse then wanting it and not having it ready, trust me on that.
I poured myself a glass of wine and headed out onto the balcony. The sky was clear, always a good start, so I just began gazing up hoping to see maybe a meteor or passing satellite. I always try to find a satellite and then try to "zoom" in on it with the binoculars. Not as easy as it sounds, but a fun nerdy challenge for myself.
I was able to locate what I thought was one so I pulled the binoculars up to my glasses (this is where contacts would be really helpful) and tried unsuccessfully to locate the moving bastard. After of couple of tries I eventually lost it with naked eye too. A little peeved I took a break leaning on the balcony and just looking out.
Holy cow, I could see into probably half of the rooms across the way. I had always had a bit of voyeur streak so I decided to see what everyone was up to from the safety of my own place. For the most part it is kind of a sad mix of single men eating food on their bed (gross) or women reading in one of the chairs. Just as I was about to get back to my astronomy some movement caught my eye.
Directly across the way but one floor down a man was walking around his room naked. Holy shit. My first stupid inclination was to look away, but then I quickly realized he couldn't see me. He appeared to be a white guy, short brown hair, clean shaven and about six feet tall. I decided this needed a closer look so I put my mark 82 eyeball enhancers up to my face to see a little more clearly.
Initially his back was to me so all I could see was his butt. Man, what a tight little ass on this guy. He definitely works out. He had broad shoulders and well sculpted legs. I bet he was a swimmer or cyclist. I could see a nice looking business suit hanging up in the closet he was standing in front of so he must be a fellow business traveler.
Uh, what was taking so long, turn around damn it! Somehow, I had turned into a teenage girl all over again. It's not like I hadn't ever seen a penis before, but for some reason I just really wanted to see this guys. I guess it had been two years since I'd seen a "live" one.
Right as I put the binoculars down to give my eyes a break he walked off into the bathroom and I missed the good part. I took a couple more sips of wine as I waited for him to come back out. He must have been showering because I had to refill my glass before he came back out. He did eventually make his way out, but he had a towel wrapped around his waist this time. I was beginning to think I'd lost my opportunity to see some hot guy nudity from the safety of my room. I told myself one more minute and then it was back to sky watch. I'm so glad I waited.
Right at about a minute this guy drops the towel and then turns to face me. My god what a beautiful body this guy had. Not a sculpted magazine model, but defined abs, that V shape pointing to his dick and overall just great looking proportions. I was almost distracted with his body before I got to his cock. It seemed like maybe he was uncut because I could see his tip, but there was still some skin covering the head, which was different for me. This was only the third dick I've seen in real life so there wasn't much to go off, but it looked nice. Seemed a little longer and thicker than my last boyfriend at least. It also looked like he shaved his balls, but left the hair above in place, which was a nice look I thought.
As I was checking him out he opened up his laptop, pulled out the desk chair and had a seat still completely naked. He was sitting sideways to me so I couldn't quite see what was on his computer. OMG. He's going to jerk off! I was not prepared for this. Part of me thought I should go inside and give him his privacy, the other side of me wanted to watch. The latter part of my brain won this battle.
I watched intently as he started to slowly tug on his cock. It was so fascinating. I knew guys did this, but to get a "front row" seat was something else. I watched in rapt fascination as he began to grow harder and thicker in his hand. Once the thing was fully hard it definitely looked bigger than my exes. Not by a ton, but much nicer looking overall and definitely much thicker. It looked like it just fit around this guy's hand which had to be bigger than mine.
Mystery man had this routine of slowly stroking, then increasing for a bit and then slowing down again. I watched as he slid the foreskin back and forth over the purple head. Sometimes he would let go and lightly run his fingers over his smooth balls, then right back into stoking. What I didn't anticipate was the amount of moisture accumulating in my pants. I couldn't help myself and slid my hand into my pants just to give it a quick scratch and my finger practically drowned in my own juices.
I don't normally get that wet, but here I could feel the juices starting to run down my leg. I put the binoculars down for a quick second to look around and make sure no one was watching. Once I was sure I was hidden by the darkness of my balcony I slid my hand back into my pants. I love to run my fingers thru my bush to get myself worked up. Usually I tug on the hair a bit and then squeeze my vulva together. As I did that today it was so wet that I was having a hard to gripping my vulva.
The guy seemed to be in a new phase of his masturbation. Now he would hold the foreskin down and hard every few strokes like he was trying to prolong the session. Meanwhile I started to rub my clit with all the excess moisture I was generating. God I wanted my toy so bad, but I didn't want to leave and miss the big finale.
I turned it into a game where I would match my strokes with his trying to keep the same tempo. I imagined would it would feel like for him to be inside me, filling me up with his hard, thick cock. This guy was a fucking pro at jerking. He wasn't just there to get off, he was really enjoying himself. I couldn't help but think that made him a good lover, even though my logic was probably flawed.
The situation was so fucking exciting that I could feel my orgasm building faster than normal. For some dumb reason I wanted us to cum together so I had to keep bringing myself down right as I hit the edge. As I would get close I would let go of my clit and then pinch my nipples. The sensation kept me sexed up, but was enough of a distraction to quell my impending orgasm a little bit.
After about five times of playing this game of orgasm chicken I realized we were getting close to the end. Mystery hunk started to progressively move faster and faster with his strokes. I saw him lean back in the chair with his thick meat pointed at his solid abs. Holy shit, this was getting so damn sexy. I knew he was going to cum soon and that started to trigger me as well. I picked up my tempo on my clit, sliding a finger inside me every few strokes.
