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A salesman staying over night in a motel close to an
air base gets an earful from the young couple in the
next room. The young man is on an afternoon pass and
apparently he's making the most of it.
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Easily one of the best times I ever had masturbating was
listening and then watching a young couple having sex in
the adjacent room of a motel where I was staying. It was
near a military base in South Carolina and I suspect
that it was a young airman and his girl friend from
home.
I was about to leave for dinner when I saw them pull
into the parking spot next door. The car had Alabama
plates. The guy was young, about twenty, with his hair
cut very short like he was in basic training or
something, and his girlfriend was even younger, maybe no
more than 17 or 18.
She was a knockout blonde, cute as hell, little turned
up nose with short bobbed hair and wearing short shorts
and rolled sox which really showed off her fine supple
legs. She smiled at me as we passed, showing off her
wide mouth with perfect teeth, and I guess he knew that
I was ogling her a little.
They were gone when I got back from dinner, and I had to
park several spots away. I settled down to watch the
cable, soon bored with it, and decided I'd just try to
get to sleep and get up early for a busy day. I turned
out the lights, the room immediately pitch black and had
just begun to drop off to sleep when I heard them come
in.
The room I was in had adjacent metal doors, which did
little to muffle the sound, and I heard the television
go on. I was in for a long night I thought, wondering if
I was going to get ANY sleep. I didn't get much as it
turned out, but not because of the television.
After about twenty minutes, the television went off. I
heard the girl giggle, and the guy say something, and
then there was quiet. Then I heard the girl say
something, and I just knew what they were doing. I sleep
in the nude, always have, and I got hard picturing them
getting it on.
Finally I got up and walked to the separating doors and
listened for a minute. Sure enough, the girl moaned
softly, and said "take my bra off...I want to feel your
hands on me," and the guy said, "Ohhh...yeah, play with
me baby...take it out for me."
I reached down and took my cock in my hand, beginning to
jack off a little as I listened and pictured what was
going on just a few feet away.
"I bet you have to jerk off every day without me around"
the girl giggled.
"Sometimes twice, especially if I get out those pictures
you sent me," the guy answered. "Were you masturbating
when you took them?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," she breathed. "I have to do it too since I
don't have you...and I came off about three times
thinking about you doing it to my pictures," she
muttered. "I LOVE watching you jerk off for me."
At that point I'd have paid a lot of money to get copies
of those photos. My dick was as hard as a rock, and I
could have come right then with just a little more, but
I just squeezed it and felt a drop of pre-cum, smearing
it over my glans with my thumb. I took a chance and
reached for the door on my side, hoping it wouldn't
squeak or anything, and opened it. It was like peeling
off a layer of what was separating me from a live porn
movie.
"Ahhh...your hand feels sooo...good!" the guy crooned. I
could actually hear the girl masturbating him, slicking
his cock up and down, jacking him rapidly and then
pausing. "The day you sent me your panties, I bet I
jacked off five times," he muttered.
"Could you smell me in them?" the girl asked. "I came in
them so you could taste me," she giggled.
"I want to make you come now," he muttered. "I want to
make you cum in your panties again so I'll have two
pairs," he suggested. "I want to play with you until you
climax... get you all wet for me... then I want to lick
you until you come again... and then make you come still
again with me inside you," he rasped."
"Hmmmm... okay," she said, her voice soft and sexy. "I
love when you play with me... make me come like that...
and I love it when you lick me... hell, I love it all,"
she murmured. "Oh that feels soooo... good... your mouth
on my nipples."
Then I heard them moving around on the bed, the sound of
punching up the pillows, and I pictured the guy lying
back against the head of the bed, his knees spread, and
the girl laying back against his chest, her legs open to
his hands, letting him masturbate her through the crotch
of her panties.
I felt my way in the inky blackness to the bathroom,
getting a hand towel from the rack so that when I came,
I wouldn't get semen all over the carpeting. I hadn't
come in a week and knew that I was going to blow off a
large load. I made my way back to the door, and listened
to several moments of silence.
Then I heard her breathing, little gasps, followed by a
little squeaky groan. "Ouuu..God...right there..." she
muttered, and then "Ouuu... baby... yeah... gonna cum...
don't stop... don't... stop... ouuuuuu... baaaaby," she
crooned as she went off into her climax.
I lost it. I came with her. I shot out about ten big
squirts of cum, my knees bent, my hips thrusting
involuntarily as I milked and squeeze-rubbed my cock,
squirting off again and again as I listened to the girl
orgasm, soaking the towel with my seed. Ohhh...what a
good jack off!
Stumbling to the edge of the bed, I sat in the darkness
and continued to listen. The silence was almost
deafening for several moments. Then I heard the guy
groan. "Oh... Mandy..." (Her name was Mandy... it fit),
"that's it baby... just like that," and I could hear her
slicking him. She HAD to be sucking him off, and in
spite of my recent orgasm, I began to get up again. I
rose and walked to the door again, feeling my way in the
dark.
The slicking noises continued for several moments before
the guy muttered "gotta stop it now... I'll cum if you
keep that up."
"It's okay..." Mandy quickly returned.
"No... I want to lick you now and then come in you," the
young guy muttered. More shuffling. Silence. And then a
muffled "Yummmmmmmm...!" from the girl. I pictured her
lying back on the bed, her hands cupping her breasts as
her boyfriend knelt between her raised knees his face
now between her thighs, licking her fine open moist
slit, and again I began to masturbate.
"Ohhh..." she sighed softly.
"Love eating you..." came the muffled reply.
Without even thinking, I felt for the knob to their
door, and it turned freely! The door on their side
opening silently just an inch or two. From my vantage
point, I could see them, barely ten feet away, and it
was just as I had imagined it, the light from a slit in
their curtains offering just enough light to show the
image of them. I was looking at the guy on his stomach,
his face hidden between Mandy's legs, his mouth busy at
her young snatch, her hands indeed cupping her breasts.
Glancing around, I could see that my room was still
pitch black, and I guessed that they still couldn't see
me. I began to masturbate faster, fully boned up with
the vision of this guy eating out his gorgeous young
girlfriend.
Mandy uttered a long low guttural growl as she neared a
second orgasm. "Oh... fuck... y-you're gonna make me
cum," she whispered breathlessly. "Ohhhh... baaaaby,"
she breathed, and I spread my feet, watching intently,
wanting to squirt off right through the opening in the
door.
I could almost see the frown of sexual passion on her
face in the dim light. "Cummmming..." she called out as
her hands went down to hold her young lovers head at the
juncture of her thighs as she passed the genesis of her
orgasm. "Ahhhmmmmm... cumming on your mouth!" she
announced as she bucked her hips. And she came, her head
rolling back on the pillow as she squealed with the pure
pleasure of her orgasm.
She protested when right in the middle of it, the young
guy quit licking her, but I had to admire his technique.
Quickly he rose to his knees and reached down to
position his curved straining hard-on at her pussy slit,
and with one thrust he slid into her.
"Ummmmph...fuck!" the girl responded, apparently still
cumming as he entered her, her legs crossing over his
buttocks as he began to fuck her, her hips fucking back
at him. I could see the dimples in his ass appearing and
reappearing as he thrust his cock into her, and for the
second time I lost it, squirting off globs of cum
through the opening of the door as I watched him fuck
the little blond. In just moments he came too, groaning
as he orgasmed and spent himself in her pussy.
Quietly, I reached for the door, turning the knob and
pulling hard on the door as I closed it, seating the
latch without a sound, then did the same with my door,
and locked it, and stumbled through the darkness to my
bed.
I slept hard through the night, awaking at dawn when I
could hear them at it again, and although again I was
erect, I was thoroughly flushed out and just got up and
took my shower.
As I was packing my car, Mandy came out of the room
dressed in a tight red one-piece dress, carrying two
bags. I tried to ignore her as she opened her trunk, and
as I passed by her car on the way back to my room, our
eyes met. She smiled at me.
"Enjoy it?" she asked. I felt my face flush.
"I knew you were watching," she whispered furtively,
"and... um... the evidence was still there this
morning," she added. "It's okay," she said, glancing at
her door. "I've never done it with somebody watching,"
she said softly, a flush in her face too. "It was hot
wasn't it..." she added, just as her boyfriend came out
of the door.
I quickly checked the room to make sure I hadn't left
anything, and moments later, I heard them drive off.
Yes. It was hot. I still think about watching them when
I feel the need to jack off. I can still hear her - the
sound of her voice when she came any one of those times,
and the memory makes me cum like crazy.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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