About ten years ago I was out of town on business in Wichita, Kansas. It was going to be one of those trips where you live out of a suitcase so long that you would be tempted to go the grocery store and buy a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a jar of jelly to feel like you were home. I dreaded the trip from the very beginning in that regard, but it was going to be a place I’d never been and that has its share of benefits. I love to taste the local flavor when possible.
The first few days of out town we worked 14 hour days. I left the hotel at 6:15 and wasn’t back until after dinner at 8 pm. Lather, rinse, repeat. On day 10, we worked a meager 12 hour day. The next three days we were off while we waited for more supplies to be shipped in. I was really looking forward to a few days off and some sightseeing.
I planned to sleep in and then go check out some local sites after noon. I had never been in Wichita and may never return so this was a unique opportunity to see this part of the country. The kind of work I did frequently afforded me the chance to see various parts of the country that you’d ordinarily never visit, but once you were there, you realized why people lived there. It was a very interesting and fulfilling part of the business travel experience.
The TV was on when I fell asleep, so I woke up to some paid commercial. I shut it off and figured this was a good opportunity to listen to some music on my portable CD player. I plugged it in and just figured I’d relax and enjoy my day off. After about 20 minutes or so, I decided to “relieve” myself of some tension, so I left the headphones on and lay back on the bed. I was rock hard and enjoying the laid back pace of a good masturbation session. I closed my eyes and slowly stroked myself. My sack was fluid with so much unspent come over the past week, so I knew this was going to be a geyser shot. I had prepared by getting one of the towels from the bathroom ready to clean up the mess that would surely ensue.
I propped up a couple pillows and fell into a nice rhythm of Dave Brubeck, Hendrix, Sara McLoughlin, and the Smiths. The music wasn’t deafeningly loud but apparently it was loud enough to mask most ambient sounds. I engaged myself in my normal masturbation ritual; just a simple exercise of slow, deliberate stokes to enhance the final shot. I like to bring myself close several times and take about a half hour to climax. There is a particularly sexual song by The Lords of Acid that re-enacts a female masturbation session. As fate would have it, this was playing right around the time I was ready to finish my work. I had my right hand wrapped around my shaft, my left hand occasionally massaging my balls as the song played. I started to climax and, as I expected, it was a monster semen blast. I could feel the first blob landing all the way up on my neck. The several subsequent strings of come landed on my chest and spattered my abs.
When I opened my eyes, you can guess by the title of the story what I saw.
A Hispanic woman in her late 30’s was cowering behind the bathroom wall watching the whole affair. I shot up and covered myself as quickly as I could due to the shock of the situation. With here eyes big as saucers, it was obvious this woman had just watched me jack off. There were several moments of dead silence and both of us were immobilized.
My first reaction was disorientation more than anything else, but I was excited, then a little freaked that my privacy was invaded. I wasn’t angry with her at all, that much is certain. It’s just that all those emotions were compressed into like a 3-second interval because nothing like that had ever happened to me. Mom never caught me beating off (at least that I know of) and if she did she never said anything to me.
As I recall her breasts were very small and she was very tall and skinny. She had poker straight dark hair, medium length, and dark brown eyes. Her skin was on the lighter side and it was very smooth and firm. For some reason I remember she had a larger than normal nose, at least it seemed sort of large for her face. Actually, come to think of it she would have been an excellent candidate for that Extreme Makeover. With a set of tits and a nose job she probably would have been gorgeous.
I whipped off the headphones and said, “Hey what are you doing in here??? Did you knock??? What is going on here???”
“No, no, senor, I come to clean room and you no hear me knock! I knock on door and you no hear me! I am so sorry! Lo siento, señor.”
“How long have you been here??!!” I responded.
