10 comments/ 56741 views/ 56 favorites Business Trip - Shared Hotel Room By: Jjonest Note: this is one of my favorite fantasies. I've read other submissions with similar settings, but they all seem to jump into an affair without much thought. That's just not how I imagine it happening. So here's my take on the classic business trip fantasy with a few of my personal kinks thrown in. I hope you enjoy and would love to hear your thoughts. ***** Jen and I arrived at the hotel late in the evening. We were working all morning long finishing up our sales presentations and going over the final details before boarding a plane at 6 p.m. We landed in the middle of Kansas for our Mid-American conference. I hated this conference. It was always so boring. There's only one hotel in the whole Podunk town, and it has the only restaurant. But for some reason, the farmers in this community loved to buy whatever we were selling. So my company continued to come back year after year for the 3-day conference. These three days made up roughly 35% of our yearly commission, so it wasn't a question of going or not, just a matter of getting through it. At least this year I had a coworker come along so we could do twice as much damage. Jen was new to the company, but not new to sales. Hell she was built for sales. Impossibly charming, with light brown, shoulder-length wavy hair. Her blue eyes seemed to glow. As if that wasn't enough, her slender, toned body with tight curves was enough to make any man melt. Even as an adult you could just imagine her as the most popular girl in school who intimidated all the guys. At least that's how I always thought of her. She had on a tight business jacket and skirt combo that barely showed some of her cleavage. Unnecessarily formal, but it also made her look even more intimidating. We arrived at the hotel and went to the front desk to check in. "Hi, we should have reservations for two." I said with a yawn, hoping soon I'd be resting in my bed. "Yes, here you are sir. One room for you and your guest." The desk clerk said with a smile. "Wait, what? No, we should have two reservations...two separate rooms." I look over at Jen. "You did remember to book your room, didn't you?" "Me? I thought since you asked me last minute to tag along you already had everything lined up." She said with a panicked look. My face dropped. It was a total oversight rushing to get everything ready in time. I turned to the desk clerk who had been waiting patiently while we bickered like an old married couple. "I'm sorry, but would you happen to have an extra room we could check out?" She began typing quickly and staring at her monitor before returning to me, "I'm sorry, we're completely booked for the conference. It's the one time of year we're full, and even have a waiting list." I was about to ask if there was anything she could do, or if there were any other places in town to stay, but I already knew the answer. This hotel practically was the town. It was almost midnight, and we didn't have much choice. "Looks like we're staying together, Jen." I said with a phony smile, which she returned right back. "Oh joy. Can't wait." The sarcasm was painfully obvious. The woman behind the counter handed us our key cards and we made our way to the elevator. At first, neither of us said a word. I was trying to determine whether or not I should tell my wife about this. Judging by the way Jen was playing with her wedding ring on her slender finger, I'm guessing she was wondering the same thing. She looked worried about disappointing him. "Just tell him it was my fault. Tell him I forgot to book a room, and we had to share a room. He'll probably want to kill me, but at least he won't be mad at you." I offered as an olive branch. "Actually, I think he'd still want to kill me. I'm not even going to mention it. Let's just get some sleep tonight, and hopefully a room will open up tomorrow." She said with a smile, obviously covering up the stress she was feeling. "That's probably a good idea. I'm sure my wife wouldn't like the idea much either." We both let out a nervous laugh and went back to staring at our luggage. I was imagining how much my wife would actually hate the idea when the sound of the elevator door opening finally snapped me out of it. We rolled our suitcases down the hall and came to our room. I slid my key in, and pushed the door open. The room was incredibly dark before I finally found the lights. It was just as I feared. A tiny, one-person room with one fairly small bed that was right next to the bathroom. My heart sank, and I could tell it made Jen even more uneasy. There was virtually no privacy. "I, uh, I'll just sleep on the floor." I offered politely as I started to unpack some clothes into the barely functional closet. "Nah, don't bother. This room is so small there's really no point. I guess I'll go get ready for bed in the bathroom." She grabbed some things from her suitcase and rushed in and closed the door behind her. The walls were so thin, I could actually hear her moving behind the door. I heard the shuffle as she removed her clothes and turned on the sink to wash up. I really wasn't trying to be a pervert, but the whole thing felt oddly voyeuristic imagining what she was doing in there. It was kind of fun in a distracting sort of way, keeping my mind temporarily off how uncomfortable it was. A few moments later she was back wearing a short cotton, white robe that went down to her mid thighs. It was tied tight around her waist, and I could see a fair amount of cleavage through the top opening. "There was only one robe in there, so I took it. I hope you don't mind?" she asked as she walked over to her suitcase and tucked in her clothes she was previously wearing. "I wasn't planning on sharing a room, so I didn't really bring any pajamas to wear. I usually sleep in, well..." and she awkwardly trailed off and looked back toward her suitcase. "No problem at all." I said trying to be as accommodating as possible, but then it hit me...I didn't have anything to sleep in either. I went into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth. I took off my buttoned shirt, pants and undershirt. I was left standing there in my boxer briefs. I was covered, but not by much. You could make out the entire shape of my soft, thick shaft and my bulge hanging below. Here goes nothing, I thought as I returned to the room. Jen was in bed, still in her robe and under the sheets. She was putting some lotion on her hands and looked over at me. Her eyebrows arched. I could tell she was not expecting to see me in just my boxers. I could feel her eyes giving my six-foot muscular frame the once over and then slightly lingering on my manhood, making out the shape before quickly looking away. In almost in any other circumstance I would have felt flattered, or turned on even, but in this instance it was just a sign of how uncomfortable this situation is. I turned off the light and climbed into bed next to her. Without touching her I could feel her warmth heating up under the sheets. We both just lied there, staring up at the ceiling on our backs as our eyes adjusted to the dim light coming through the window. I didn't have to look at her to know she was wide-awake, just like I was. Normally if I was at home I would try to have sex with my wife to help me sleep, or at least that's how we used to be. That turned into more of me quickly jerking off after she had already fallen asleep. But even that it was out of the question now. Knowing that I couldn't relieve myself, made me realize how necessary it had become for me to sleep. And my tired body was reacting in kind...just the thought of it started to make me to grow harder. I rolled over on my side with my back facing her, so she wouldn't see my growing erection nearly poking a hole through my boxers. It started to hurt being held down for so long, and the more I thought about it, the harder it got. I tried to focus on anything non-sexual, but it was no use. I just lied there, in frustration and pain and wished for morning to come quickly. I heard her roll over letting out a similar sigh. I looked at the clock, it was nearly one in the morning, and we both had to get up in just a few hours. Each second ticking away, I could feel a little more pre-cum starting to ooze out onto the front of my boxers. I had to do something. "Uhh, Jen?" I said, already beginning to feel slightly embarrassed and nervous to bring it up. "Yeah?" she said quickly. "We have to get up in a few hours to get ready...we're really going to be no good to anyone if we don't get any sleep." "Yeah, I know. We're going to be a couple of zombies out there." She said sounding equally frustrated. "I know how much you love your husband, and I love my wife just as much. I'd never do anything to hurt her..." "Yeaahhhh...?" she said a little nervously. I wanted to keep going, the words were almost out, it was painfully obvious in my head what I was hinting at...I needed relief, but I just couldn't bring myself to ask. This was a coworker, I didn't even want to think about what would happen if I asked if I could masturbate and she was offended. I could be fired, sued, or just humiliated if she spread the word around the office. "Nothing, don't worry about it, Jen." I chickened out. "Let's just get whatever sleep we can." "Ok." She said flatly. And I understood completely. It was hopeless for both of us, but not much we could do about it. The night seemed to drag on forever. I'm not sure if I got much more than 15 minutes of sleep the whole night before the alarm went off at 4 a.m. "Stupid farmers starting their days so damn early" I mumbled to myself as I shut off the alarm. I'm not sure how much sleep Jen got, but judging by how little she moved when the alarm went off I would guess not much more than me. Her back was facing me as she lied on her side. I shook her shoulder lightly, "We gotta get going if we don't want to be late." She rolled over and grumbled. Her eyes barely open, her robe loosened as she turned revealing more of her cleavage than she probably wanted to show. She let out and exasperated sigh, and closed her robe as she sat up. "Jeez, I slept like shit." She said wiping her eyes. I never heard her swear before, but I completely understood her frustration. "Me too." I said, keeping my back to her as I stood up to find my clothes for the day. I was partially hard and made sure to hide that fact from her. God, have I been hard all night? I didn't think that was possible, but it certainly would explain why I barely slept. Grabbing my clothes, I headed toward the bathroom and saw Jen dart in there before me. She shut the door nearly right in my face, but I'm not even sure she saw me walking toward it. I lightly knocked on the door. "Jen? Are you going to be long? I gotta get in there and get ready." As soon as I said that, I realized how selfish it sounded. I'm sure she wanted to get ready and it would probably take her twice as long to do so. I heard the toilet flush and she walked out clutching her robe tightly. She did not look happy. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but neither of us has time to get ready. First day registration and setup starts in just a few minutes." She said brushing her knotted hair away from her drowsy eyes. I glanced at my watch, "Damn, you're right. Well, why don't you get dressed out here and I'll change in the bathroom to give each other some privacy." She nodded and started to drop her robe as she walked away. I saw her bare back exposed down to her waist before she turned the corner out of view. I stood there for a second taking in the teasing scene before rushing to get dressed in the bathroom. Quickly throwing on my work clothes, I barely had time to adjust my tie. When I came back into the room, Jen had her back to me. She had on a conservative business skirt that went down to her knees, but not much else. Once again her upper, bare back was exposed to me and it was mesmerizing. I watched silently as she slipped on her bra and clasped it behind her back effortlessly. As she put on her blouse and started to button it up, I coughed politely to let her know I was in the room. She turned as she finished buttoning the last few buttons, giving just the tiniest view of her cleavage before she was covered up. "You've got that bed head look mastered." "That's because it actually is bed head." I joked. "You about ready?" She threw her hair in a ponytail and we were out the door before the sun even came up. From there the whole day was a disaster. Bags under our eyes, constantly yawning, we were completely off our game. She had lost her irresistible charm and I could barely finish a sentence without losing my train of thought. Several hours later, the day came to a close and all potential customers had left. "Well that sucked." She said plainly. "Understatement of the year." I added. "Want to grab a drink before we head in?" "I will need more than one." She lightly smiled. There was only one bar at the hotel, and fortunately it wasn't too crowded. We found two seats in the corner and reviewed our notes for the day. Nothing went as planned. We agreed we'd need more sleep tonight in order to try to salvage the remaining few days of the conference. Even though we were both exhausted, neither of us was in a hurry to get back to the room. There was just awkwardness waiting for us there. After finishing our drinks I said, "come on, it's getting late." She nodded unenthusiastically. The walk to the elevator was painfully silent. Everything about this trek back to room was taking longer than it should have. We waited for a few minutes for the elevator to finally arrive. After I pressed the button for our floor, she leaned against the wall of the elevator lifelessly. "I cannot have another night like last night. I need to sleep." She said with her eyes slowly closing. The door slid open and we walked sleepily to our room. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth without a word. As tired as I was, the anxiety of sharing the room with little privacy was starting wear on me. I turned out the lights and wasn't sure this night would be much better than the last. Jen returned from the bathroom wearing only her bra and panties, but it was hard to make out any details without the lights on. I went to brush my teeth, and stripped down to my boxers again. My bulge was a painful, growing reminder that sleep would be hard to come by. I quickly left the bathroom and hopped under the sheets hoping she wouldn't notice my covered erection. I thought maybe she'd be asleep, considering she could barely walk back to our room, but no such luck. Again I twisted and turned in agony. This was much worse than last night. There was more built up pressure in my groin and I was twice as tired as last night, but still wide-awake. My member pulsed painfully against my boxers and I simply couldn't take it any more. "Jen?" I asked hesitantly. "What?" She answered instantly and frustrated. "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get much sleep like this." I said plainly. "Me either." She said with a sigh. "This is awful." "It doesn't have to be." I said with the slightest bit of optimism. "What do you mean?" "Well, as I started to say last night, I know how much you love your husband. And I love my wife just as much." I paused, my nerves growing heavy. "What are you getting at?" She sounded nervous but intrigued. "Well, there's just something I usually need to...uh, or...well something that helps me fall asleep." I said awkwardly, hoping more than anything I didn't freak her out, or earn a slap from her. I barely made out that she nodded her head in the dim light, like she was thinking the same thing and just didn't want to admit it. "This is really embarrassing, but would you mind if I...?" I hinted at it, hoping to god she wouldn't make me say it fully. She didn't say anything at first, and I could hear my heart pounding it was beating so fast before she finally responded. "Yeah, Ok." She said softly. Oh thank god, I thought. I could barely contain myself, I rolled onto my back, as was my usual custom. Sliding my hand into my boxers, I lightly felt my full length and rubbed my shaft against my leg...something I had done thousands of times before but never really noticed that's how I always started until I became hyper aware of every move in this moment. I thought all of our problems would be solved if we could just relieve ourselves and get some sleep, but the awkwardness was only beginning to set in. In my head I imagined we'd both be craving this relief, but judging by the movement under the sheets only I was taking advantage of the moment. As I lied there on my back, I was clearly pitching a tent through the sheets. Every hand movement I made felt painfully obvious, and I found it difficult to get a good rhythm going. I'd stroke a few times, pulling the skin up and down my shaft and then become overwhelmingly self conscious and back off for a bit. It would have been an incredibly pleasurable tease, if I wasn't so stressed. I wasn't sure I'd even be able to finish at this rate, but then it happened; she let out a soft little moan. The kind that was so subtle, you just couldn't fake. She immediately caught herself and tried to be quiet, but she knew it was too late. "Are you...?" Was all I managed to say. I made out her slight nod in the dark room. My eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness and I could clearly see her upper arm steadily moving as her breathing became deeper. Oh thank god, I'm not alone I thought. My strokes grew more confident and consistent making a light patting noise as my hand kept hitting the blanket covering us. She sat up slightly and reached around her back, unhooking her bra. I could see the silhouette of her breasts as she slid the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, tossing it on the floor. Her nipples seemed to glow for a moment in the cool light before she pulled the sheet back up over her to cover herself. My hand started stroking a little faster under the sheet, sliding up and down and giving a little twist when I got to the head. I felt a soft, warm hand on my shoulder interrupting my movements. "Jason, this goes without saying, but you absolutely can't tell a soul about this...not even your friends or people I'll never meet. No one can know." Her hand felt so warm, so soft, I forgotten what it was like to be touched by another woman, especially in such an intimate situation. The sheet that was balancing above her chest slightly fell and revealed the tops her perky breasts. I could almost make out the shape of her hard nipples under the covers before I finally snapped out of it. "No one can know. It's not even a thing we're keeping a secret...we're just trying to get some rest." I could tell I was babbling and talking quicker than normal, so I stopped before I ruined the mood. She nodded in agreement and lied back down on her pillow. She let her hand wander back under the covers. I nervously moved the sheet down a little revealing her breasts, but still left myself covered below the waist. My arm flexed as my hand grabbed and massaged my member. I could tell her eyes were watching my movements, and I was watching hers. I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful breasts lightly rising and falling with her increased breaths. Her hand started to speed up as she watched my repetitive motions and soon she was arching her back, moments away. I was getting closer and closer too. Now that I saw her arching I started to let go, and then panicked. Where was I going to finish? Normally I'd just aim back slightly and cum on myself, but I was afraid she'd be grossed out by that. I heard her moaning as she trembled next to me, but I wasn't even watching her. I was too focused on my own predicament as I let out a little gasp about to release, when she pulled the sheet off of me. It was just in time as she exposed my pulsing cock, I shot a few spurts onto my chest and belly as my body shook involuntarily from the eruption. Business Trip - Shared Hotel Room She was quietly watching as my hand slowly finished the last few strokes, squeezing out any remaining drips. Without saying a word she got up and walked into the bathroom. My eyes were fixed on her semi-visible curves disappearing into the darkness. She returned a moment later and handed me a bunch of scrunched up tissues. "Here you go." She said, and the hint of frustration in her voice had completely disappeared. I grabbed them and quickly began cleaning up my mess off my belly. She climbed back into bed facing me as I did so. I knew she was watching, but her breaths were getting deeper and slower until she passed out almost instantly. My mind was running wild with what just happened, but I too could barely focus on anything before my body shut down and hibernated in a deep slumber. I awoke to my alarm the next morning in a drowsy haze. After shutting it off, I turned over to see if she was awake. But when I turned I found the bed empty. "Jen?" I called out, wondering if she was in the bathroom. After a few moments of silence I got up and walked into the bathroom, forgetting I was completely nude. My member swayed as I looked around. It was empty. Oh jeez, now you've done it...she probably went home, maybe she quit, or worse, filed for sexual harassment. What the hell were you thinking? I tortured myself as I quickly got ready and headed down to the conference. I anxiously walked to our booth in the conference space, and saw her there politely dealing with a customer. They shook hands and he left with a smile. I walked over slowly, not knowing if she would blow up at me. "Jason! I've already signed three deals in less than an hour!" She was back to her charming self. Wide-awake, friendly and on top of her game. "That's amazing." "Hey, listen." She began in a more serious tone. Oh god, here it comes, I'm dead. But two new customers approached us and we each were immersed in our sales pitches. One after another, they came. We were on record pace. The hours flew by, and before we knew it the event was closed for the day. I checked our accounts, we had nearly made up the difference from our horrible day before. I was extremely pleased. "Hey, let's get a drink. I think we should talk." She said in that same serious tone. "Sure." I agreed, anticipating a horribly awkward conversation and possible legal consequences involved. Silently we headed over to the bar, and the tension built. We found a quiet booth in the corner where we could talk privately. "I want to apologize..." I began, hoping to mitigate her outrage. "I should start." She cut me off. Staring into her drink, avoiding eye contact. "Last night..." She trailed off and took a big sip of her drink as if to prepare for this conversation. "Last night should not have happened. I spent the better part of the morning feeling horribly guilty." "I'm so sorry, I'll never..." She cut me off again, "but, I realize how necessary it was for us." "What?" I did not expect that. "Look at our sales today. I don't think we've ever combined for more in one day. We clearly needed to do...that so we could get some rest." "Right. That's all it was, just needed some rest. We won't do it ever again" Where is she going with this I wondered. I could no longer tell if she was mad or anxious. "Think how much it helped our families." "What?" I was more confused than ever. "Jason, our families count on us to support them. It was such a small thing that paid off so nicely...it's almost selfish of us not to do it." Now I took a drink, trying to understand her point. "So you want to do...that again tonight?" "Not exactly. It was obvious we had no hope of sleeping without that. Without being comfortable really." "Yeah...?" "So think how much more comfortable we'll be if we just did whatever we wanted." "Whatever we want? And just what do we want to do?" Was she really just openly saying she wanted an affair? "That came out wrong." She paused. "What I mean is we should just pretend like we were staying alone, and do whatever we'd do naturally, without worrying about it." I nodded, beginning to understand a little. She continued, "I don't want to have to worry about what I'm wearing, or not wearing. I don't want to have to wake up super early just to use the bathroom and get ready before you even get up." "Is that why you were gone so early? I thought you were pissed about last night." I said finally putting this together. "Well yes and no. I was feeling guilty, embarrassed and wanted my privacy. But that's what I don't want to have to worry about. It's just unnecessary stress. Let's just think of it as part of the job in order to meet our sales goals." "Fine by me." Truthfully I was just glad she wasn't going to report me I thought as I signaled for the check. I realize the point of what she wanted, but it did not necessarily decrease my anxiety considering all the possibilities of what could happen. We walked back to the room silently, pondering how the night would unfold. I slid the key in, turned on the lights and we both just stood there with a 'now what?' look on our faces. "It's way too early for bed. How about another drink?" She said as she opened the mini fridge. "Gladly." I replied as she handed me a mini liquor bottle and she grabbed one herself. "To being comfortable!" I offered as a toast. "To doing whatever we normally would!" She returned and we both finished our drinks in one swig. I took off my shoes and began to unbutton my shirt as she slipped out of her heels, dropping a few inches in height. "Shoes are the worst part of dressing up." She said, instantly relieved. I went into the bathroom as my bladder was painfully reminding me of how many drinks I consumed. I unbuckled my belt and pants, lowered my zipper and pulled out my now thick and yet still soft penis to relieve the pressure. I arched my head back closing my eyes letting out an involuntary sigh as a powerful stream left my member splashing loudly into the water. I looked back down when I heard Jen enter the room. I assumed she would head over to the sink, but to my surprise she walked over to me and curiously watched as I peed. "I thought we were supposed to pretend like we're alone?" I said a little startled and made a feeble attempt to hide my shaft from her view. "No, we're supposed to do whatever we want, whatever we would do naturally." My confused look made her continue. "If there was an attractive guy near me with his penis out, I would naturally take a peek." Did she just call me attractive? That comment seemed to disarm me, as I was no longer covering my hanging member from her view. She looked down again with a sly smile before heading to the sink. It was then that I noticed she had changed into a soft, faded t-shirt that fell just below her cheeks. I couldn't tell if she didn't have on any underwear, or if it was just tucked up between her cheeks hidden from my line of sight. My eyes were now fixed on her. As I finished, flushed and stuck my blood-filled penis back into my boxers without zipping up my pants. She began brushing her teeth and leaning over the sink, revealing the bottom of her round and firm cheeks. Feeling partly cheated she saw me so clearly and I haven't seen her, when she bent lower to spit, I quickly leaned down to look up her shirt from behind. It was mostly covered in shadows where her legs, cheeks and crack all met in a mysterious shadow-covered middle spot that was impossible to make out any detail. She looked up as she wiped her mouth, catching me in the act. Giggling she said, "That's allowed. As long as there's no touching, we haven't crossed any lines." Allowed? I wonder what isn't allowed, I thought. This was getting more complicated, and much more exciting. Her legs were pressed against the counter as her arms reached up to run her fingers through her hair, pulling her shirt up in the process. Her groomed strip of short pubic hair was in plain view that disappeared down below the counter, keeping her slit hidden from view. She is a master of mystery, is she doing this on purpose? I wondered as my bulge pressed slightly harder against my boxers. I finally remembered why I was there and started to brush my teeth, as she left the bathroom slowly, cheeks jiggling just below her shirt in a fantastic teasing display. I finished at the sink and hung up my shirt and pants to prevent them from wrinkling. With just my undershirt and tight boxer briefs on, I went back into the room and found her on the bed looking at her phone. Her back was propped up against the headboard, her shirt fell just at her waist leaving her tiny strip of pubic hair leading down into her crossed legs...once again preventing a clear view. This was torture, but I was growing to love it. I pulled off my undershirt over my head, revealing a fairly toned and muscular frame. She took notice and smiled. Neither one of us could see each other's intimate details fully, but I felt far more exposed at the moment with the clear imprint of my semi erect member down the right leg of my boxer briefs. I quickly climbed into bed next to her, lying on my back. "Now what?" I asked, genuinely not sure what was coming next. "Well what would you do naturally before falling asleep, if it was just you here?" "Truthfully?" I asked hesitantly. "Do you even have to ask that at this point?" "Well, I would probably watch some, uh, porn on my phone." Despite all we've been through, I was still embarrassed to say that out loud. She leaned over to her nightstand revealing almost all of her round cheeks as she set her phone down and turned off the light. "Great. Let's watch." She said as she scooted a little closer. ------ I hadn't expected that reaction, but then again I hadn't really expected any of this to happen. "Ok. What would you like to watch?" I asked. "I don't know. I really don't watch too much porn. I like it, just don't watch it often. Why don't you pull up one of your favorites?" She said plainly. I opened up my private browser app, and hit the drop down menu for all my bookmarked sites. This was perhaps even more nerve wracking than anything up until this point. The list of site titles included voyeur locker room cam, girls showering, hidden toilet cam, nude coed sauna, sunbathing on a nude beach, hot girl has to use the bathroom, and many more with similar titles. Staring at the links, I never realized how bizarre my tastes were. How I wished I had links about blowjobs, anal or girl on girl...that would have seemed more normal. But these all lumped together, even I felt like a creep. "Interesting list..." She said. "Clearly you like to watch. Do you have a bathroom fetish?" "Kind of. I guess I just like to watch things I don't normally get to see. Private moments when they think no one is watching them." God I sound like a creep. "Yeah I can see how that would be hot." She agreed. "But I see myself changing and going to the bathroom every day, so it's no big deal to me." She lightly giggled. It felt strangely comforting to hear her say that and know she wasn't judging me. "Do you have anything with a guy in it?" She asked now a little more playfully. I kept scrolling through the list, I never realized how many links I saved...all with a similar voyeuristic theme. Come on, there's got to be something in this list with a dick, I thought. "What's this one?" She asked pointing to the last link. "Oh this one might work. It's a girl who gets a massage from a guy...things get...interesting." I said as I already started loading the link. "Perfect." She sounded enthused as the video started buffering. "Before it starts, let's go over the rules." "Rules?" I was genuinely curious. What possible rules could there be? "Yeah, just a couple rules to keep things interesting. Rule number one, at no point are we allowed to be more dressed or covered than our character in the film." Our character...was she imagining they were us? "And rule number two, no touching yourself until your character touches themselves or gets touched in that area." She said slyly. "Well this is going to be one interesting movie then...considering you're the one getting most of the action." I replied, knowing exactly how the video progresses. "Well that's half the fun! And of course the last rule, no direct touching of each other. We're not just going to hook up like some cliché." She laughed. "Agreed. Let the fun begin." I hit play and in walked an attractive girl into a spa room where she was greeted by a fit masseur. He told her to get ready as he stepped out, and she dramatically undressed bending over very slowly as she removed her pants and underwear. Jen giggled and already began slipping off her t-shirt. The light from my phone illuminated her skin in the dark as she was briefly exposed. She laid the t-shirt over her body as the character got under the covers and they were both covered up. I couldn't help but watch Jen more than the video. My member was already beginning to grow, pressing against my boxers. The video continued, and the masseur returned to the room, rubbing her back and shoulders. Jen began doing the same, keeping herself covered in the process. But the masseur made short work of her sheet and slid it off her completely. Jen giggled once more and slid the shirt to her side, now completely exposed in the dark room. I was holding the phone at about mid-stomach, so her breasts were shown perfectly as the light danced on her bare skin creating fleeting shadows behind her nipples. But as for what was happening below our stomachs was a complete mystery. The spotlighted glow on our torsos made everything in back of my phone impossibly dark to make out any details. The masseur ran his hands over her cheeks, and Jen reached under her butt. At least I think she did from what I could see as her arms disappeared under her hips making her breasts stick out even more. I watched her a little more obviously and took in the sight for a few moments. It looked like her arms were voluntarily bound underneath her body. The masseur ran his flat palms from her lower back, over her cheeks and down to her inner thighs and back up again, spreading her cheeks wide as he did so without actually touching her hidden holes. "That would feel sooo good." She whispered, practically egging me on. It took incredible restraint to not reach over and grab a handful of her round ass...but rules were rules. I lied there breathing heavier as my boxers grew tighter and tighter waiting for my own turn to touch myself. This was almost as much torture as the first night of no touching, but infinitely more fun. The woman in the video rolled onto her back and the masseur ran his hands in tiny circles over her stomach before caressing her breasts. I watched as Jen followed suit, teasing her already erect nipples. The masseur kept one hand on her breast as his other finally found her slit. Jen let out a soft moan as she finally reached down to her own aching cleft. I held the phone at an angle shining more light on her body, watching as she squirmed in teasing agony. I could almost feel her arm rub against mine. My shaft had grown so hard the waistband of my boxers was pulled off my hips by a few inches. But at last my moment had come. The woman lightly petted the masseur's bulge through his pants, and I followed in kind tracing the shape of my pulsing member through the fabric. The woman gently slipped her fingertips into his pants and slowly pulled down until he sprung free in dramatic fashion. "Oooh." Jen said softly, now watching me more than the video. I used my free hand to slide down my boxers slowly until my trapped shaft snapped out and shook a little as it found its natural and uninhibited position. Jen giggled, and softly breathed an "mmm" sound as she circled her clit even faster. I was forced to follow the teasing pace of the video, where the woman softly and slowly played with him as he fingered her faster. Jen breathed harder as I had to slide the skin of my shaft up and down at an almost impossibly slow frequency. The woman in the video rolled onto her belly and the masseur stopped momentarily playing with her slit. It was her turn to focus on him as she licked his tip slowly, pulling a drip of precum that stretched as she moved away. I was able to do the same as my own string of precum clung to my hand, illuminated by my phone. Jen was forced to just watch as her character wasn't being touched. She wiggled with delight and let out torturous moans as she focused on my hand's practiced movements. As the woman lie on her belly, the masseur licked his fingers and started circling her asshole. Jen licked her own fingers eagerly as her hand once a gain disappeared under her body. The masseur slid a finger in her tight hole, and by the gasp Jen made, I knew she had done the same. Her moans now skipped a beat as she had to deal with this new sensation. The woman still playing with his member, took his full length in her mouth as he removed his hand from her ass to suck on his fingers. My eyes closed for greater durations as the pleasure increased, but I opened them quickly as I took in a strange earthy scent. Her fingers were right in front of my nose, as if to prove she really just fingered her anus. The aroma was a little sweaty and foul, and completely intoxicating. I breathed in deeply and inhaled all I could, imagining my face between her cheeks soaking in her unique smell. Stroking even harder, I watched as her wrist was moving in a blur. I now used my phone as a direct spotlight on her body, holding it over her breasts, shining on her belly and finally down to her hand. To share in the exhibition, I shined the phone on my one hand as it circled my engorged member, twisting around the head. She let out a contagious moan that I found myself mimicking. Her breathing sped up, until it stopped completely as if she was reaching for something just beyond her grasp and let out an uncontrollable gasp, trembling and catching her breath, curling up as she pulsed with pleasure. I could feel her along my side. The unmistakable feel of soft, warm flesh pressing into my arm. It was too much to take; I lost all control and erupted without warning. I tightened nearly every muscle in my body to prevent any violent shaking. One after another, powerful streams escaped my shaft as my body tried to calm down. I don't remember rolling toward her, but I certainly felt more of her body pressed against my whole side as we were nearly facing each other on our sides. My next thought was, why are my stomach and chest dry? Just where exactly did everything go? The answer came as a giggle from Jen, as she grabbed her t-shirt she set aside and wiped off her breasts and chin. "I thought I might need this shirt." She said with a laugh. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to get anything on you." "Don't be sorry." She said plainly as she took her t-shirt and finished cleaning off her belly. "Do you have any on you?" "Just a little on my hand and on my...well..." She nodded, taking her shirt and wiped off my hand. Without warning she wrapped the shirt around my still erect member and lightly gripped my girth, slowly cleaning as she pulled the shirt from base to tip squeezing gently as if to milk out the last few drips. Almost politely she patted my balls dry and tossed the shirt carelessly on the floor. "Uh, thanks." I barely got the words out I was still trying to comprehend the situation. "Mhm," she said softly with a sweet, breathy sigh, barely keeping her eyes open. "But I thought you said no touching?" I blurted out. "I didn't touch you. The t-shirt touched you." She said softly with a yawn and quickly she passed out. Business Trip - Shared Hotel Room Becoming more aware of my surroundings, I began to hear the patented fake moans still coming from my phone as the masseur was now thrusting in her forcefully from behind. I shut it off, almost in disgust in a way that only happens if you cum before they do in the video and lose complete interest in the scene. I looked over at her and saw her peacefully asleep. I blinked and was already awaking to the bright morning sun penetrating through the curtain-covered window. My eyes still foggy, I heard a soft yawn and looked down to find Jen's head on my chest. Her body was tucked under my arm and I could feel her soft warmth beside me, her breasts resting on my ribs. I was shocked to find my arm resting down her backside and my hand was cupping her cheek. She started to come to as I quickly removed my hand from her ass. I felt her torso softly expand as she let out another deep yawn. "So that's what it looks like." She said in an endearing drowsy voice. "What?" I still was waking up myself, putting the pieces together. Lifting her head off my chest, I could now see she was staring at my thick shaft resting peacefully down my right leg. She giggled as I realized what she was looking at. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Moving my hands to cover up what I could. "It's a little late to be bashful, don't you think?" She smiled. "Come on, we better get ready, it's getting late." Completely uncovered, she led the way into the bathroom. I followed behind unable to keep my eyes off her perfectly round cheeks that lightly jiggled with each step. Without hesitation she sat on the toilet with her knees together, forearms resting on her thighs as she slightly bent over and gave me a sly grin as the sound of her stream splashed in the bowl. I stood there naked and speechless in front of her watching the strange exhibition, listening to the sound of her stream die down into a soft trickle. She was watching me just as much as I was watching her. Knowing she saw my browser favorites, I felt as much on the spot here as she did. "Does your bathroom fetish only include watching girls pee? Or do you like to watch them...do both?" She asked well after she had stopped peeing. "Uhh, no comment." I said, getting a little flush in the face from talking about this fetish out loud that no one knew other than her. She laughed a little, almost embarrassed for me. "I thought so." There came that sly grin again. "Why? Do you have to do...that...now?" I asked nervously and hopeful. "Maybe, maybe not." She stood up, quickly wiped her slit and tossed the toilet paper in the bowl. "But for now that will have to remain just a fantasy for you. Hopefully you enjoyed what you saw though." "I think it's obvious that I did..." I said, nodding down to my erect member awkwardly sticking out toward her. She giggled as she stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind her. I heard the water running, and stood there stupidly. My heart beat a little faster and I decided to just go for it, and stepped into the shower. Her back facing me, shoulders pulled back as she rinsed her hair. The water beaded down her back and over her tight ass that seemed to be sticking out even more from her posture. She turned around from the noise. Was she going to be mad? Tell me to get out? But those were unnecessary fears. "Can you hand me the shampoo?" She asked as if we've showered together hundreds of times. I handed it to her without a word, and began lathering my body with soap. My erection had only grown harder from the proximity. This was a small shower for even one person. The tip of my cock was inches from her as she washed her hair. Glancing down she asked, "Are you going to take care of that?" Continuing to lather myself, my hand glided over my member lightly coating it with slippery soap. "No." I teased myself with a few more strokes. "I like to keep that anxious tension with me in the morning. I feel sharper, more aggressive when closing a deal." She smiled, looking back down at it and nodded. Trading positions so I could rinse off, I felt the soft give of her cheeks on my hips as she slid by me sending a wave of sensations through my body from such an innocent touch. But our moment of fun was soon over, as we stepped out and got dressed as if nothing happened. We didn't chat much at all that day back at the conference. We were too busy with clients, closing every customer that came near us. It was unlike anything I ever experienced. We couldn't lose. "We broke just about every sales record our company had on this trip alone." She said at the end of the day as we headed to airport to catch separate flights. "We make a good team." "You know what this means don't you?" I replied. She looked almost worried, raising her eyebrows, "No, what...?" "We'll probably be paired up for every trip from now on." We both laughed a little to ourselves wrapping our head around that thought. "In fact I just got an email, looks like we're headed to another conference in two weeks." I said scrolling through my phone. "Yeah, I saw that." She said, covering any emotion as she replied. We hugged and said our goodbyes. It was weird to think that despite everything that happened, this hug was technically the most contact we had on purpose the whole trip. I gave her a peck on the cheek. "Go home and get some rest...and remember to book you hotel room for our next trip" I joked. "We'll see." She winked at me slyly. "I'm sure I'll find a room to stay in one way or another."