Proof of Life

Well, it turns out I haven’t had a much time to check in on my naughty hobby this summer as I thought I would. So bummed about this! I’m not getting any writing done, but I am playing with a lot of nasty ideas whenever I get the chance.

Something happened last week that I simply had to make time to tell you all about. It’s embarrassing, but I know you’ll appreciate it. I was in a hotel one night last week and was exhausted after a trying day. As I settled in to sleep, I heard something from the room next door. My ears perked up. The sound came again – was it a woman moaning? I waited. The next one was loud enough that there was no mistaking it. Someone was getting fucked in the next room and they weren’t being quiet about it!

I was standing on the bed with my ear against the wall in a matter of seconds. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening for me. I’d always longed to be able to overhear something like this, but never was lucky enough. I shoved my panties down, grabbed my pussy and waited.

Yes, I felt a bit silly in this position, but when the next moan came I forgot about how undignified I must have looked. I fingered myself and tried to visualize what was going on. I could hear a man’s voice, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I need to invest in a stethoscope! Her moans were spaced far apart, but she was obviously loving whatever he was doing to her.

It got quiet. Was she sucking his cock? I waited, my finger slowly circling my stiff clit. My pulse was so loud in my ear as I pressed it tighter to the wall. I heard the woman’s voice. She was talking to someone on the phone, asking where they were. Dammit! Hang up and get back to banging! Nothing happened for several minutes. A toilet flushed. Someone stomped across the floor in the room above me. Then I heard the door opening and could hear the sound of a second man’s voice. Was this a swinger hook up? Maybe some kind of cuckold situation? I’d hit the jackpot!

My legs were getting sore and I was still exhausted, but I had to stay up and take advantage of this rare opportunity. I waited and waited, listening closely for any clues. The guys talking low. The TV was droning away. Someone using the shower? I didn’t hear the woman’s voice. Did she leave? I had to sit down on the bed after a while, sure that if they got going again I’d know right away.

An hour later I was dozing off and about to give up when I heard the door open and close. Then her voice. She must have been out. Maybe trying to pick up another person for the orgy! I had my ear against the wall again. There was some rustling around. The TV went off. I couldn’t tell if the other guy was still there. When that moan came, I didn’t care. It was on like Donkey Kong!

Like before, her moans were spaced out, but she was definitely enjoying whatever filthy things were being done to her. I jammed two fingers up my cunt and really started going at it. I didn’t want to miss out this time.

She moaned and I imagined her taking it doggy style right on the other side of the wall, only a few feet away from me. “That’s it, bitch, take that cock,” I groaned as my orgasm built. “Get that cunt fucked good!” I tried to time it so I would cum when she did, but I was too worked up and ended up getting off to the unmistakable sounds of her cries of carnal pleasure. Damn, that felt good.

There were maybe half a dozen more moans after I’d cum, but no final crescendo. It was just as well, I thought, as I was finally able to get to sleep.

The next morning I was groggily piecing together my complimentary breakfast in the little dining room next to the lobby. As I poured the cream into my coffee, I heard a sound that cut right through me. It was the impassioned moan of the slut from the room next to mine – but this time it was coming from the front desk. I went and took a discreet peek.

There was a young woman there standing next to an older man. The woman flinched and made that sound. I was mortified. I’d spent almost two hours eavesdropping on, and getting off to, a girl with Tourette Syndrome!

I returned to my table in abject shame and humiliation. Every twenty minutes for the rest of that day I would stop in the middle of whatever I was doing and laugh at myself. I am one sick, pathetic little puppy. Still, it was a dang fine orgasm when I thought I was overhearing some hot hotel sex!

I hope everyone is having a sexier summer than I am! Stay horny, my dear friends.