A few years back a severe ice storm knocked out power in the entire area. The local Embassy Suites hotel in Tysons Corner had an emergency generator, so my hubby and I decided to opt for creature comforts over defending the homestead; we checked in at about noon. By 3:00 the place was packed. It seemed like the entire neighborhood had moved in. Our weather misfortune had turned into a bit of an adventure. Little did I know just how much of an adventure it would become.
As I unpacked our things Carl headed off to find the ice machine. He returned about 5 minutes later looking a little flushed.
"Honey what took you so long?" I asked.
"Shhhh," Carl whispered with his finger up to his mouth. "Em you have got to listen to this."
He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall. We stopped in front of a room a couple of doors down from ours. I was about to say something when Carl signaled me to be quite and just listen. That's when I heard a distinctly male groan coming from inside the room.
"Uh, uh, that's it baby. That's it."
My first reaction was to pull back and return to our room but Carl tugged on my hand and gave me this excited little boy look that he gets sometimes. Then we heard the man behind the door again.
"That's it baby. Suck that cock. Ooh, suck it. Damn. Shit. Ffff-uh-uck! That feels so fuckin' good. Oh, God. Yeah. Yeah. Ooh."
You have to picture this. The hotel has a big open lobby; all the guest rooms open onto hallways that ring the lobby. The entire neighborhood was milling around just four floors down, and Carl and I were standing outside the doorway of someone else's room listening to this blowjob. Anyone could see us if they looked our way. Half of me wanted to get the hell of out of there. The other half wanted to hear what would happen next.
Then I heard a woman's voice coming from the room.
"Stroke it for me honey. Show me how you stroke that big cock."
Her voice was low but audible and sounded like that of a young woman. It sounded like they must be doing it right behind the friggin door. Lord knows why they weren't back in the room by the bed. The guy's groans and moans became more insistent. He was obviously not going to last much longer. My tummy started to get that fluttery feeling it gets right before my pussy starts demanding attention.
"Suck it some more honey. Please," he said.
"OK I'll suck it, but you promised to cum in my face remember?" she said.
The door to the room shook and it scared the crap out of Carl and me. We realized then that the couple must be right by the door and one of them must have bumped up against it. My guess is that it was the guy; the girl must be sucking him again. The door shook again. My pussy juice was soaking my panties from the excitement.
It was then that the girl got her wish.
"Oh yes sweetie. Stroke that thing. Give me your load. Give me your fuckin' load. I want your nut all over my face. I want to walk down to the ice machine with your cum all over my fuckin' face. Would you like that honey? Would you like me walking around the hotel with your cum all over me? Give it to me now sweetheart. I can't wait."
Then there was a long minute or two where Carl and I could hear almost nothing. The door was shaking a little bit. I was imagining the guy pumping his cock right at her face. Then, she spoke again.
"Ooh God damn. Look at that cock. I can tell this is going to be a big one."
The guy started to grunt with a rhythm that could mean only one thing. He was cumming. Cumming right onto the mystery woman's face that was not four feet from where we were standing. I swear I could almost smell the spunk.
"Jesus. Oh wow. Oh my god." The girl said in a voice that was barely audible. "Yes baby. Give me your cum. Give me all of it."
It became very quiet behind the door. I could faintly make out a little whispering and giggling. Carl woke me out of my trance when he took my hand. We started back to the room like two bunnies in heat. Just then I had an inspiration. What if the girl meant it when she said she was going to the ice machine? I grabbed the ice bucket from Carl and headed the other way toward the vending room.
Carl stopped in his tracks. He was expecting us to head straight back to the room to have his own cock serviced. I was waving for him to follow me but he was waving back. No telling what the folks down in the lobby would think if they saw us waving at each other like that.
