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.
