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.

12 thoughts on “Proof of Life

  1. LMAO!!! I can remember doing similar things in my younger traveling days….standing by a wall with hard dick in hand, listening to what wasn’t there. So happy for the blog, regardless of the topic, that tells all of us that you’re OK. Still looking forward to resumption of regular blogs to keep us hard!! Great summer…..

  2. Thanks for the humorous update.So good to hear from you again.Looking forward to the resumption of your horny erotic posts when you get back!!

  3. Glad to finally see you post something. To bad it turned out to be not as hot as your imagination lol. We have missed you.

  4. I love it when that happens. Let’s see, my ex wife’s apartment when we dated and that girl was hot, then previous condo through the floor and she was not hot but her moans got me every time even once listened through their window based on the skin slapping sound had to be in the doggy position. Once in my apartment and the girl was a better looking version of Jenna Jameson. Then I was heard many times mostly with fuck buddies by my neighbors and theirs.

    Oh and heard my parents a few times and caught my sister riding her man once. I so wanted to join and DP my sister but didn’t have the nerve.

  5. Wasn’t expecting that. Very funny. Great to hear from you and can’t wait to see what your naughty mind has in store for us when you have more free time.

  6. It just goes to show again that the greatest sex organ is our brains/imagination :-P It can make anything into a nasty scene for us to frigg to if we want it to xoxox

  7. Thank you for that story. I look forward to read more of them in the near future. It nice to know that your mine play trick on you too. I did have a mine play trick on me one time. I thought some next door have sex but the next day I found out the on thing next to my motel room was a washer and dryer room and washer was unbalance and bumping into the wall that sounded like some one get fuck good.
    Thank you for you time I miss your story bad. I hop when you get back the writing their supper hot story. Can’t wait to read them.

  8. Rachel,

    Isn’t it amazing what we hear and where it takes us? Even the spoken word can direct someone to interpret it any of multiple ways. Love reading about your little misadventure, though you did enjoy yourself.

    Be good, be safe, come back to us just as horny as ever.

  9. Glad to0 see your blog and looking forward to seeing your dirty little mind back at your pc churning out those fantastic stories that you write so well . My summer hasn’t been all that great but at least I’m still here. After you get back I may explain more in an email. As always have fun and be NAUGHTY…………

  10. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who hears such sounds and jumps out of bed, equipment in hand. While I’ve never (that I know of) had that happen with someone with Tourette, I have gotten off to what I later found out was a washing machine, an air conditioner and (ok, I was a bit drunk) the rain falling on a piece of sheet metal…

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