After all of the hustle and bustle of the city, Sophie just wanted some peace and quiet. Just a little time to herself. So she'd splurged on a private room in the middle of the city. This way, even surrounded by the bustle and noise of the city, she knew she'd have a quiet escape. It gave her peace of mind.
That first night, she tried to settle in and take a calming bath to soothe her nerves. She inhaled the fragrant aromas of the scented bath water, and wished for a glass of wine that the hotel didn't provide. She'd asked. When she finished drying off and slipping into her robe, she was ready to settle in for the entire night.
But just as she sunk into the soft covers of her bed and laid her head against the pillows, she heard the distinctive
thump-thump-thump
of electronic dance music from down below. She could feel its rhythms now reverberating throughout the entire room, rattling the paintings on the walls.
She lifted herself wearily out of bed, getting up to go look out the window. Of course, it was just her luck. Across the way from her room, a story below, was the neon sign of a nightclub, "The Rotten Scoundrel". She hadn't even noticed it on the way into her check-in.
She texted her friend Lisa to see if she wanted to head out into the town and away from the racket.
Wanna grab a bite to eat?
Lisa texted back quickly.
Sure, what time?
Now, if you're ready. I gotta get outta my room.
Okay, meet you in the lobby in fifteen?
Sophie finished getting herself dressed, throwing on some yoga pants and a loose-fitting blouse. She made her way down to meet Lisa.
"I'm so glad you're down. I can't stand the noise," Sophie explained when they were face to face. "They put me right across from the nightclub!"
"Me too! Damn, we're such an unlucky pair!" she laughed.
"Yeah, let's wander around for a little, see what's here. At least until we're ready to crash."
They made their way into town for an impromptu night out, walking down bustling sidewalks skirted by impatient drivers. The cacophony of street vendors selling their wares mixed in with honking horns and brief snippets of excited conversation would've been unbearable if Sophie wasn't taken in by all of the sights.
Perhaps this wasn't the peacefulness she had been seeking, but as she became absorbed in the sights, she forgot about the noise, instead focusing on the assorted colorful crafts spread over vendors' tables. She admired the architecture of the buildings, even underneath layers of flaky paint, and she marveled at the names on signs for the varied establishments, from bars to clothing shops to candy stores. It was so much to take in.
As they wafted through aromas of food that overpowered the perfumes and occasional trash, they decided on a nice-looking place for pizza. It sounded appetizing and cheap. They were seated and ordered a small pizza for two. Sophie again felt at peace.
When they'd finished, they left and wandered around the city for a few more hours, until it started getting late and the streets grew sparse. They began to make their way back to the hotel, but Lisa suggested stopping for drinks to end the night.
They poked into a bar right next to the hotel, which was conveniently just far enough away from the club to silence the horrible music that had bothered Sophie earlier. The bar was filled with mostly guys and a few girls, all looking to be fellow travelers, visitors to the city. Sophie and Lisa introduced themselves to a few other patrons, ordered drinks, then sat down at a lacquered table where a few of the more friendly guys were chatting about all sorts of things.
Sophie and Lisa were introduced to a fiery Irishman with a glint in his eye, alongside a stoic American who withheld his comments until they had comedic effect, while the flamboyant Belgian prattled about some escapade. As everyone swapped stories, two twin-like Germans joined them, as well as an older, mature Dutch lady for the evening.
Sophie was feeling relaxed with everyone, especially with the Irishman and his American buddy. She revealed to them that she had an entire suite all to herself, but left out her notions to masturbate in private once everyone was gone.
"What are you gonna do with all of that space?" pried the Irishman. "Got room for a few strapping lads?"
"Sure," Sophie laughed, "but only take one at a time!" She was half-joking, half-remembering her last threesome, which was a dreadful affair where the other two men just couldn't get over each other enough to focus on Sophie's pleasure. No, she wouldn't repeat that mistake so soon. Not tonight. But it gave her an idea, influenced by the alcohol she drank.
The Irishman seemingly snatched the idea from her. "Okay, so who's first? I finish quick!" he jokingly promised.
Sophie laughed. "Well I guess you, since you won't waste anyone's time!" She finished her drink and set it down.
The Irishman stood up. She thought he was headed to the bar, so she got up to join him there. But he hooked her arm with his, and pulled her linked together away from the bar and toward the exit door.
Sophie laughed and followed him with his silly little ruse until they finally reached the elevator that led to her room. She giggled to him. "So, you really want to see it, do you? Well, I suppose I could show you."
"That's the plan, wutinit?" he grinned with his playful smile as he rubbed her linked arm.
"Okay, but don't mess with my stuff!" When she finally got the keycard to work and stumbled into the room, she sat on the edge of her soft bed.
"Mind if I freshen up some?" asked the Irishman teasingly.
She shook her head, smiling. "Don't forget to wash up!"
He really did close the bathroom door, and she laid back down on the bed for a second. Her high was coming down, but it felt like she hadn't masturbated in ages now. Did someone slip something into my drink? No, she'd been very careful.
Just then Steve opened the door and poked his head out.
"Gonna be just a minute longer," he explained as he combed his wetted hair. He shut the door again.
Maybe this was her chance. With as much gel the Irishman had in his hair initially, she knew his preening would give her enough time. At least the five or ten minutes she needed to be able to get herself off. She'd learned that trick as a teenager, in a house with such nosy parents. Without further hesitation, she pulled down her elastic yoga pants; fitting for the occasion, and set about rubbing her intimate part.
She was surprised again to find herself soaking wet. But it didn't make sense to worry about it right now; it would just make the job all that much easier for her to complete. And it did the job. Soon, her heart rate elevated and her breathing quickened just as she heard the click of the bathroom door. She was able to finish rapidly right as the Irishman appeared in the doorway with his shirt with his shirt unbuttoned.
Sophie hadn't even realized how thick and muscular his mature frame had been underneath all his clothes. She admired him for a second, just long enough for his eyes to settle the contrast between the lit bathroom and the darker room. But he didn't skip a beat.
"Is it my turn next?" he asked, smiling.
