TITLE    : Hotel Room Show
STORYID  : hotel-room-show_2002
SUMMARY  : Couple masturbates for each other's viewing pleasure.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2002-03-21
CATEGORY : exhibitionist-voyeur
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |none|


Suffice to say, as opening for this tale, that it had been at least two months since my last sexual encounter (with anything besides my hand) and the idea of gratuitous sex was quite over&#xFDD3;whelming. To taste a sweet, wet, swollen pussy; to feel a woman's warm hungry mouth surround and suck my length; to feel her wet pussy riding up and down my shaft; or to be plunging my length in and out of her depths... All of these possibilities were more than desirable to me. I needed a serious sexual encounter in the worst way. It would be safe to say that I could often have hammered nails with my cock.



Step in Debbie. Debbie is a lady friend whom I met on the Internet and had shared many an explicit sexual conversation. I was aware of her fantasies, as she was mine, and we were both all too aware of how open&#xFDD3;minded we each could be. Though we were both married (not to each other) and had long ago agreed to sharing our desires only on line (or on the phone), we had met once in person for dinner. I was quite proud of us both as we had managed only the most plutonic of hugs before and after that wonderful meal. Of course, that's not to say that our desires didn't grow. I'm sure, prior to eating, that she was aware of her breasts pressing against me during our hug (I definitely was). And, I'm sure, after we'd eaten and chatted for almost two hours, that she was all too aware of my rock hard cock as it pressed against her during out "good bye" hug (again, I definitely was).



At any rate, as I sat pondering what to do with myself (quite literally), my pager went off and the number was not one that I recognized. When I returned the call, I was met with a pleasant female voice that was familiar, but not immediately recognized. With a giggle from the other end of the phone, Debbie told me who it was that I was talking with, and my day brightened a great deal. Being quite selfish, I felt that, if nothing else, I was going to be able to at least masturbate while she described all the things she'd do to me if we weren't married; OR, if we were married to each other. Things turned out to be even better than that as she told me that she was "in town" and was wondering about dinner again.



I was quite pleased to be able to see her and share another meal. I knew that I'd probably be in worse sexual shape afterward than I already was, but she was still a sweetheart 

and I was looking forward to seeing her. We picked a time and place and said our good&#xFDD3;byes. Time didn't go nearly fast enough as I shaved and showered, only mildly stroking my erection under the water. Being hopeful that something, anything, would happen with Debbie, I didn't want to get myself off before hand. The more I came with her, the happier we'd both be, IF anything happened.



I was about ten minutes early getting to our selected restaurant, but found Debbie already waiting for me at the bar. She was about half&#xFDD3;way through her oddly colored drink, and picked it up to bring with us as we followed the hostess to our table. I was pleased to see that, although it wasn't in a private setting, it was far enough from other tables to allow us some privacy in our conversation.



Debbie looked gorgeous as usual. Her dark hair shone; her eyes twinkled; and her hips wiggled just perfectly as she walked. Her jeans fit her well and nicely displayed her shape, only adding to my discomfort. I knew from previous conversations that she wore no underwear beneath her jeans and that she kept her pussy cleanly shaven. Oh, what I wouldn't have given to be alone with her at that moment, to bury my face between her pouty lips and lick her honey dew. But I couldn't assume that I had a hope, especially in light of our previous agreement to remain physically plutonic. The top that she wore was actually a sweater than looked very soft and fluffy, clinging to her enough to accentuate her figure, but not so much as to be uncomfortable or look trashy. It was V&#xFDD3;cut in the front just low enough to show the beginnings of her generous cleavage &#xFDD3; just one more place that I wanted to put my face.



Dinner was a difficult affair, to describe it politely. I had a hard time getting comfortable given my rock hard cock that was straining at my own jeans, and I think Debbie was quite enjoying herself, knowing how she was adding to my discomfort. As desert was being served she giggled and commented on my inability to sit still. "Put an eight inch rock hard cock inside your jeans and try to make them fit comfortably," I said, trying to sound serious.



"I'd love to," she smiled. Only then did I realize what I'd said. Both of us had a good laugh before she continued. "But I know that you'll, um, take matters in hand later and relieve that discomfort problem you're having."



"I won't have a choice after this dinner," I said with a smile. "I was horny before, but spending time with you has only made it worse."  

 "How's that?" she asked quite demurely. She wasn't fishing for compliments, but our conversation had been quite clean as we carefully avoided direct conversation about sex, only occasionally making jokes that were dirty or could be twisted.



"Well," I answered, "there you sit. Your jeans fit you well, and I know better than to waste my time looking for panty lines. THAT doesn't help any." I breathed and continued. "And your sweater compliments your shape quite well, but it doesn't conceal the fact that you've either gotten chilly or excited." Only then did Debbie look down at her chest, seeing the small protrusions in her sweater caused by her hard nipples. We both knew that she could feel them in their hardened state, and I firmly believed that she felt them tighten up when they had. Still, she blushed and nervously giggled, apparently unsure of where to go from there. I took things one step further, not sure whether she'd bite or not. "And lastly, it doesn't help that I know your pussy is cleanly shaven, probably wet, and how you'd love to play with it white watching me stroke myself off to relieve the pressure you have helped to cause."



Debbie giggled and took another sip of her drink, actually now her third, before meeting my eyes. "You know, I would really enjoy watching you masturbate. It's something that would turn me on."



She was just starting to take another sip when I said, "Then why don't you?" I thought she was going to choke. Before she could say anything, because I thought she'd protest, I continued, "Just take me to wherever you're staying, and I promise to be good. You can even stay completely dressed and just enjoy the show. I'll stroke my erection for you until I cum, and then we can take things from there."



"Where would you expect them to go?" she asked with a mixed serious&#xFDD3;smiley look on her face.



"Expect?" I answered. "I wouldn't expect them to go anywhere. But, if you chose to let me watch you pleasure yourself in return, that would be something that I'd really enjoy."



Debbie sat quietly for several minutes, obviously pondering the possibilities and weighing the pros and cons. Finally, she spoke up. "And you don't mind if I stay completely dressed? Just watch from across the room?"



"Nope," I answered quickly. I didn't want her to have any doubts. For some reason, masturbating in front of this woman would be much better than just jerking off alone at home.  

 "And if I do that after you're done is entirely up to me? No insisting from you?" she asked.



"Nope," I answered again. "As much as I'll tease you, and I might try to give you a mild guilt trip if you don't, I won't insist. What I'm comfortable with, you might not be."



She thought some more and then her head started to nod. "Okay," she said finally. "Let's finish desert and then we can go back to my room." She named a hotel that was fairly close. "You can get undressed and get comfortable on the bed. I'll keep to one of the chairs and keep my clothes on."



"You know how I feel about things," I said to her with a smile. "If you decide to strip down and masturbate while watching me, I'd be just as happy."



"I know," she said. "And I'll want to really bad, but if we're both undressed, the potential to break our agreement will be too great."



"Okay," I answered her with a friendly smile. "Your rules, and your desires. I just want to please you somewhat."



Desert didn't get eaten nearly quick enough to satisfy me, and then we were on our way to her hotel. It was very difficult to walk separate from her as we went first to her car, and then to the elevator and then to her room. I wanted to hold her hand or something. But not touching her in any way was difficult. On the way up to her floor in the elevator, I caught her eye. "I need to ask you a question and I need you to answer with complete honesty," I said to her seriously.



"Of course," she replied.



"Are you as wet as I am hard?" I asked with a half&#xFDD3;grin.



"God, I'm drenched," she said in a rush.



"Is that good or bad?" I asked with that same grin.



"I love it," she said with a smile. "I love the way my pussy feels when I'm this wet and I can feel my lips slipping back and forth against each other."



For some reason her openness surprised me, and she giggled at the look on my face. The elevator doors opened and saved me further embarrassment.



Once in her room, the nervousness set in. I didn't know if I should just go on and get naked, or if there should be some appropriate preparation. I wasn't going to do a striptease for  

her, simply because I'm not a good dancer, but somehow just stripping coldly didn't feel right. Debbie took things in hand, though not literally, but asking, "This is going to sound silly, but what do you need?"



I thought for a moment, still nervous and embarrassed, before answering, "A towel and some baby oil or skin lotion." She nodded and stepped into the bathroom. She returned in just a few seconds with a white cotton towel (generic hotel towel) and a small bottle of baby oil. I presumed she'd brought the baby oil with her while traveling, but didn't ask. Taking the items from her, I put the baby oil on the nightstand and the towel near the pillows. Walking around to the other side of the bed, Debbie picked up the movie directory and the phone. I looked at her curiously, but received my answer when she asked the front desk to turn on a particular channel available through the cable service. An adult movie was playing and she apparently thought this would be helpful.



While she was on the phone, I overcame some of my nervousness and began to undress. My shoes were first, followed by my socks, then my shirt and my jeans. I saved my underwear for last and was quite pleased to see her eyes fasten on the bulge caused by my hard cock. The length, thickness and shape of my erect manhood was plain through the thin cotton material of my boxer&#xFDD3;briefs, and I enjoyed the fact that her eyes never wavered as I began to pull them down. Carefully pulling the elastic band out in front so as not to pull my cock down uncomfortably, I pushed my underwear down below my length, and then down on my hips, and then down past my balls and then down my thighs. They dropped once past my thighs, and my eyes were still watching Debbie's as she watched my hard cock bob, pointing at her and throbbing with each beat of my heart.



She stammered through the rest of her short conversation with the front desk, then hanging up the phone. Her eyes didn't leave my erection until she had to look for the TV remote control unit. Turning her eyes away from me, she turned on the television and found the right channel. Flesh filled the screen as the movie had apparently already started, and an attractive blond was getting fucked hard doggy&#xFDD3;style by one muscular young man, at the same time she was sucking another muscular young man's cock. I knew that having two men at once was another fantasy of Debbie's and I almost felt bad for her. There she stood, completely dressed, and supposedly staying that way, while watching me masturbate and her other option was to watch  

another woman get what she herself would have loved to enjoy.



Naked, I carefully spread the towel out in the area where I would recline, and propped up the pillows so I'd be comfortable. As I sat down and got partially laying down, resting against the pillows, I watched Debbie as she backed up into one of the chairs, about ten feet away from the bed. Before she sat down, she made sure that the chair was in a position where she could watch either me or the television. By the time she'd gotten herself in a place she was satisfied with, I had squeezed a palm&#xFDD3;full of oil into my hand and was letting it drip from my fist onto the head of my hard cock.



The sounds of sex filled the room as the blond on television switched ends and began sucking the guy who had just been fucking her, allowing the guy she'd just been sucking to fuck her in turn. After the oil stopped dripping from my hand, several drops of it running slowly down my shaft, I eased my closed fist down over the head of my length, slowly opening my hand as I stroked down farther, spreading the oil and giving my engorged manhood its first stimulating caress.



I was pleased and complimented that Debbie's eyes were locked on my groin, watching as my right hand stroked down over my cock, spreading the oil, and making my length glisten. After a few strokes, I reached for the oil, and squirted some more into my hand. That too was dribbled onto the hard purple head of my dick, and then spread down my shaft by my stroking fist. With my right hand now smoothly squeezing up and down my length, and with my shaft glistening with oil, my left hand moved to caress, and gently squeeze, my free hanging balls. They felt full, and I knew that when I came, as long as it had been, it'd be a good sized load. Hopefully, Debbie would enjoy the sight as much as she did in her fantasies.



Trying to avoid feeling self&#xFDD3;conscious in any way, I focused on the television and the blatant sexual activity that was being shown there. For almost five minutes I didn't look at Debbie as my hands stroked and caressed my sex, and the blond on television alternately swallowed one load of cum, the other being spread over her ass cheeks by the guy who shot it there. When I did glance over at Debbie, I was taken by what I saw.



Her eyes were narrow slits through which I could just see that they were still locked onto my working hands and hard cock. Her lips were just barely open and she was breathing through them shallowly, almost as if panting. What took me most by surprise was the sight of her right  

hand pinching and rolling her hard left nipple through the material of her sweater, and her left hand slowly massaging her pussy through her jeans.



"Enjoying the view?" I asked with a quiet smile. Her nod was my only reply.



"Sure you want to stay dressed?" I asked devilishly.



"Sure I'd better," she said quietly, but with strength.



"So keep the clothes on," I said, still stroking my cock for her view, "but let your hands touch skin instead of material."



The suggestion wasn't lost on her as her right hand disappeared up her sweater and a soft moan escaped her lips. Her left hand deftly unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them quickly. I watched as she wiggled in the seat, moving her jeans down off her hips just enough to create some room inside the crotch, and then she repositioned herself again. That done, her left hand disappeared into her jeans, obviously rubbing between her pussy lips and possibly penetrating her wetness.



"Doesn't that feel better?" I asked with a knowing smile.



"Oh, yes," she said in a hiss.



"Is your pussy nice and slick?" I pushed her farther.



"Yes," she moaned with a twitch in her hips.



"I bet it tastes just delicious too," I inched farther on.



Instead of answering me, she pulled her fingers from inside her jeans and let me see the juice that was glistening on two of them before putting them into her mouth where her lips and tongue sucked them clean. "Mmm," she moaned in her throat. "It is delicious."



"Are you going to cum for me?" I asked the last question. "And do you want to see me cum for you?"



"Yesss," she hissed again. "I want to see you cum and I'm going to finger myself to orgasm while you do."



"I wish I could watch," came the last final push.



Her reply was more wiggling until her jeans were down past her thighs, around her knees and then worked off to her ankles where she pushed them completely off with her feet. She was beautifully naked and exposed to my view from the waist down. She hesitated not at all in spreading herself for my view, her thighs stretched far apart and her fingers very visibly fucking  

in and out of her sopping wet pussy.



On the television now, two women were on their knees in front of a man with a huge dick. That was a fantasy of mine: not so much the huge dick, but the two women on their knees before me. Knowing that Debbie was now working toward an orgasm of her own, I began to stroke my length with a different rhythm &#xFDD3; one that I knew would build me to orgasm more quickly.



I couldn't decide which I should watch; the television or Debbie. I wanted to watch her more than the television, but didn't know if that was what she wanted. Once again, she answered the unasked question. A low moan escaped her throat before she breathed deeply and I heard hoarse words whisper from her. "Watch me," she said quietly. "Watch my pussy as I cum." She breathed in a hiss of moans and soft groans. "Watch it pulse around my fingers......" Her words trailed off as she did indeed cum, and cum hard. Still stroking my length, I watched enthralled as her thighs tightened and then her pussy began to spasm, visibly clutching and releasing her fingers as she pumped them in time with her convulsions of pleasure.



As Debbie's orgasm was just passing and her breathing was slowing, her eyes opened farther, and with perfect timing as I let her know that my own climax was quickly building. "Your turn," I groaned through the pleasure. "Watch me cum now....." Talking was too hard to do as my orgasm set upon me intensely and with depth, and then washing over my cock as I stroked in time with the spasms, jetting thick ropes of hot cum onto my hand, stomach, thighs and the towel. My eyes were closed with the intensity of the pleasure and I had no idea whether or not Debbie was still watching as I continued to stroke my cock throughout the orgasm, only slowing when the pulsating did, but making sure that I milked every drop of the thick milky fluid out of the tip of my erection.



When my orgasm was completely passed and my hand stopped stroking, Debbie looked up to meet my eyes. With a huge smile, still naked and spread from the waist down, she said, "That was great. I loved watching you stroke and pump yourself through the squirts of cum."



"And I thoroughly enjoyed watching you finger your pussy to and through what looked like a wonderful orgasm," I replied, laying there totally naked and with my softening dick in my hand.



"Oh, it was," she smiled, her hand absentmindedly stroking between the swollen lips of her pussy. "Can you do it again?" she asked seriously.  

 I thought before answering. "After a shower and something to drink, probably," I replied. "With some help from you, I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem at all." I added the last part with more than a little hope in my voice.



"Ain't going to happen," she said with a smile. "But nice try." Then she thought and smiled, her fingers still stroking between her slick slit. "However, maybe, and I mean just maybe, I'll lay down completely naked and let you cum on something better to look at than your hand or the towel." The idea of cumming on her naked breasts, as she fingered herself to another orgasm was a terrific turn on and I said as much. "Well then," she said smiling, "take that shower, and I'll get you a drink. Then you can have at it again."

<hr pg="2" />As I moved to the bathroom for a shower, I saw her moving to the phone again. "Room Service," I heard her say before I started the water. I was only in the shower for a few moments, soaping and cleaning off the cum when I began to harden again. I knew that cumming again for this beautiful woman wouldn't be a problem at all, and I looked forward to it with a growing erection.

