I was tired and bored and fed up. I was sitting up in the world's most uncomfortable bed in the world's worst hotel in the world's most boring town.
Apart from that, everything was going well!
It was nearly 10.00pm and I had just checked in to this dump of a hotel. My job as a salesman saw me burn 10's of thousands of miles a year on the roads up and down England. I must have travelled down every motorway and stayed in every type of hotel from the joys of 5 star luxury to the sort of flea pit I was in now. The company's expense policies changed with the weather and we were currently in what was called "challenging times" and our hotel expense allowances had been cut to the bone.
I had travelled from some forgettable town where I had held a meeting with a non-descript buffoon that clearly had no authority to make a decision. The traffic had been bad, the weather awful and the food at the motorway service station barely digestible.
Did I say I was fed up?
To try and get out of my self-pity, I had thought about drinking a bottle of wine while watching the TV. The wine was fine. The TV wasn't. What was that Bruce Springsteen song: 57 channels and nothin' on? You got it there Boss!
So it was the wine and misery.
As I sipped my wine, my self-inflicted gloom was interrupted by the slamming of the door to, I presumed, the room next door, followed by a girlish squeal and a man's voice saying. "right, I have got you now," followed by another squeal.
Oh great! I had now found out that the hotel had virtually no sound proofing and I could hear what was being said almost as clear as if I had been in the room with them.
"Come on then Lucy, get your clothes off and let me see those wonderful tits of yours!" the man said.
"Oh John, what are you like!"
"You know what I am like, that's why you are with me Luce!"
Oh no, I groaned to myself. I was now going to be subjected to listening to a couple play out their sex life for me, whether I liked it or not. I was half tempted to bang on the wall, before he started banging her, but my distinct lack of bravery stopped me. What if he turned out to be a 6 foot 6 inch boxer with muscles in his spit. He was clearly on a promise and an overweight middle aged salesman knocking on the wall was not going to interrupt him getting his leg over with Jucy Lucy or whatever her name was. So cowardice ruled and I sat there, hoping they would skip the foreplay, would get on with it, he would quickly cum and they would fall asleep.
"Good they look good!" I heard John say, "Come here let me feel them, let me lose my face in them."
"Oh god", I groaned quietly. A fucking porn film script!
"Oh John, yes, harder. Bite them. They are all yours." Lucy said.
Clearly John had his mouthful as there was no answer.
"Harder John, harder. Please," she urged.
I heard a zip being undone. His? Hers?
"Oh feel me, I am so wet," Lucy said quietly.
It must have been hers. He was moving on.
"Yes, bite me there as you put your finger in. Can you feel how wet I am?"
I heard a murmur. I imagined him licking and sucking and biting on her breasts.
"Put two in; rub my clit with your thumb."
Lucy was clearly driving the process, and I hate to admit feeling the first signs or arousal as I sipped my wine and heard the lovemaking going on in the next room.
"John, stop, let's get undressed properly. I want to see your cock."
Part of me wanted the lovemaking to quickly be over, but the other part, the part that was sending blood to my hardening prick, wanted this cheap audio show to carry on a bit longer.
Silence descended for a few minutes. They must be taking their clothes off.
"John, he looks ready for me, you are a big boy!"
They really have seen too many porn films I said to myself as the corniness of what they were saying to each other momentarily lifted my gloom and a smile crossed my lips/
"Mmm that's nice." It must have been Johns turn to receive attention.
"Want me to suck you?" Lucy said in a barely audible whisper.
"What do you think, but I might not last long."
The next sound was the unmistakable sound of lips and sucking accompanied by a man's appreciative murmurs.
"Oh God yes Lucy, you are the best."
More sucking noises filled the air.
A minute or so later I heard: "John I don't want you to cum in my mouth now, maybe later. I want you to lick me and make me cum, and then fuck me really hard. Is that Ok?"
"Ok, you know I love licking you."
I heard the sound of bodies moving, presumably re-arranging positions to allow the next stage of their session to take place.
