Kevin exited the cab, exhausted, and met the driver at the trunk to retrieve his luggage. He thanked the cabbie and slipped him a $5 tip, extending the handle on his suitcase and entering the hotel's elegant lobby. Kevin breathed a sigh of relief that there wasn't a line at the reception desk. His inbound flight had been delayed repeatedly, and he now had precious few hours of sleep before his early morning presentation. He provided his credit card to the receptionist, who quickly retrieved his reservation and handed him a key card to Suite 1518.
"Nice," Kevin thought, "Cheap bastards are springing for a suite after all."
He entered the elevator alone. On the ballroom level, an attractive brunette with an hourglass figure sporting a short skirt hopped on and pushed the button for the 17th floor. His mind was moderately distracted from his fatigue as he contemplated how fantastic she looked...which of course ultimately transitioned into wondering how she might be in the sack. He began to feel a slight arousal as his eyes traced the curve of her breasts, her hips, her butt, and her thighs. The elevator doors opened noisily, breaking his reverie. He wished the brunette a good evening.
"Great," Kevin lamented, "I'm tenser now than I was 5 minutes ago."
His thoughts of room service dinner and several scotches on the rocks were now being weighed against a pay-per-view movie. He wondered which option would take the edge off better. The walk down the hallway was short, and the door to Suite 1518 opened without a hitch. Kevin tossed his coat on the chair and rolled his suitcase into the sitting area before stopping abruptly. Something didn't seem right, and he thought he heard movement in the bedroom.
"Must be the maid doing a final check," he muttered. "Maybe I'll get some chocolate on my pillow."
He nudged the bedroom door with the toe of his shoe. It swung open wide to reveal a scene that rendered nonexistent his lustful thoughts of the brunette in the elevator. Kevin was momentarily stunned. He first focused on the blond woman in the middle of the king-sized bed. She was on her hands and knees. Her voluptuous figure and white skin upon which beads of sweat were forming instantly captivated Kevin. Her soft red lips were open in pleasure, and her clear blue eyes were full of longing. Kevin widened his field of vision to include the man poised behind her. He was engaging the blond with long deep strokes. His fingers dug into her flesh as he grasped her hips in total control, forcing his hard cock into her wetness. Her large breasts swayed with each penetration, and she moaned contentedly.
Kevin was frozen. It was the woman who noticed him first. They locked eyes, and -- though she looked surprised -- Kevin sensed it was almost as if she didn't mind the unknown presence in the room. Her intense pleasure far outweighed any desire to stop being fucked in front of a stranger; in fact, it seemed to almost increase as he stared. Her partner then sized up him with a measured glance. Kevin tensed, ready for the man's trim muscular frame to lunge toward him. But, with an almost imperceptible nod of his head, the man refocused his attention on the curvaceous blond. Her sweat-dampened hair was beginning to curl into waves, and every bit of her looked ravishing.
The weariness Kevin had felt a mere five minutes before vanished. He supposed the hotel made room mistakes from time to time, but he could never have imagined the error would result in a most treasured fantasy coming to life. He had long desired to be a voyeur, an onlooker during a couple's most intimate moments, furtive stolen glances fueling his hunger. But it had always been just that, a secret dream. He knew intellectually everyone in the room should be embarrassed, but no one showed the slightest bit of remorse. Kevin willed himself to turn around, walk out, and close the door behind him. It would only take a few minutes to explain the mix-up at the front desk, and they might give him an even better upgrade.
