Mike toweled off the load of cum splattered across his abdomen and chest. Meanwhile, his three amigos on the team were just beginning to settle in at their laptops as they eagerly awaited Mike's gift.
Mike laid on the bed, wiping himself clean, as his mind continue to linger on the images of Lizzy; that brief instant of a view he had last enjoyed of her as she crawled on her hands and knees on the bed, naked, intoxicating, before she extinguished the bedside lamp and the screen went dark. His voyeur video recordings were done for the night. He did some quick editing to prepare the vid for the guys.
Rob was in room 333. He had already pulled up several windows of porn to get the juices flowing. He was a small guy with a lot of charm, a true lady's man. And though he only stood 5-4, he had a cock that a man a foot taller than him would be proud of.
Oscar was in room 335. He was the eager beaver on the team when it came to lusty distractions. Although he enjoyed porn, it was typical for his hotel activities to include at least one or two visitations by women he would expertly seduce. He had an appetite for young married women. Lizzy was always on her guard around him.
Lucio, in room 337, was the wildcard. Tall, dark and handsome, his wife lived with the constant awareness that anytime he was out of her sight, he could do anything. Once he bought her a brand new car while she was gone for the weekend. He would arrive home with random gifts for her, sometimes quaint, other times thoughtful and romantic. But his Latin blood ran hot all the time. There was not a babe within 20 miles of him that failed to register on his lusty radar.
When the three of them were together with Mike, it was a recipe made for frenetic, sexual banter and activity. They were professionals around others. But when in the safety of their shared isolation, they were four, naughty guys.
The only friction that had to be managed was Oscar's unhealthy obsession with fantasies about Lucio's wife. Emily was a prize for sure. She was blessed with smoldering, brown, puppy-dog eyes that were instant attention-getters and a face that was befitting to the cheerleader she had been in high school. And, of course, she had a body that offered multiple points of interest. A bubble butt. Tits that were easily D-cup delights. And body language that seem to accentuate her curves and fuel the lusts of the many secret admirers she possessed.
Mike finished off the vid of Lizzy, watching it one last time before he sent it to the guys. That moment when she had just finished drying off after her shower and stood naked next to her bed, then lifted her arms up to feather her oversized tee over her braless body was mesmerizing. He wasn't sure which was his favorite moment; that or the final glimpse of her before the room went dark as she crawled naked on the bed.
Lizzy was asleep in her room. Softly breathing and utterly oblivious to the reality that in the room next to hers, Mike laid naked with a fresh load of cum barely erased from his abdomen, a load of cum inspired by his voyeuristic images captured of Lizzy. And now, the next three rooms in line after Mike's were about to engage in similar, naughty pleasures.
Lizzy's naked body laid covered in her bed in her darkened room. But in rooms 333, 335 and 337, there was a dim glow supplied by computer screens that displayed Lizzy's exposed body. Each guy had their own fixation.
