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Sharing a Room

By: CascadingWaterfall



Note: The characters depicted in this story are not real people and any similarity to real peoples' names is coincidental. 

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It was springtime in Portland, Oregon. Our senior college class was leaving high college for a two week vacation, of sorts, in Florida. The professors kept telling us that we were the luckiest senior class in the history of the entire college, because our college had received an award or grant of some kind from a wealthy philanthropist who wanted to do something for youth across the country.

Anyway, all that I knew was that it meant the entire senior class got to spend two weeks in Florida – staying in a hotel, sightseeing, and attending seminars hosted by important people who I didn't know. 

I was very much looking forward to the entire experience. It would be kind of like how our business trips had been back in twelfth grade – only longer, and much cooler. It was a chance to escape regular classes and do something different. Everyone had been talking about it for weeks.

So the day finally arrived when we were to leave Portland and fly by plane to Florida. We were going to stay in a hotel in Orlando, but we were told there wasn't going to be much time to spend in Disney World, since there were seminars and other activities planned out for us.

I drove to college on the Monday of our departure with my baggage and belongings. I boarded a charter bus along with many of my fellow college seniors – the A-G bus. Unfortunately, the college had arranged us alphabetically in buses, so many of my friends weren't in the same bus as I was. 

I sat next to Jordan Brooks, who was practically the only friend I had who was on the same bus. We didn't talk much though, as he was listening to music on his Walkman. I decided to do the same, because there wasn't going to be much to do until we actually got to Florida. Pretty much the only thing we talked about was lamenting the fact that we couldn't bring cellphones along on the trip. The college had set down strict guidelines for what we could and couldn't bring.

It didn't take long to reach Portland International Airport and go through security. Only about a fourth of the college faculty had come with us, and they were split between the different buses – about four professors to a single group. There were five buses. 

After we left the buses, we were split into groups of about ten or so – ten students to a professor. Fortunately, Jordan was still in this second group, so I had somebody to talk to as we went through security and stopped to get snacks and pizza at the airport's many kiosks. 

We boarded our plane for Orlando and took off shortly thereafter. It was a nice day, so there weren't any delays, which was nice. Even in the spring, Portland can be a bit cold, and everyone was talking about the warmer weather we were heading for.

It was much later in the day when we reached Orlando, because of the time shift, and we stuck in our groups of ten students and headed for the hotel. We first boarded vans to get to the hotel and then were dropped off only a couple blocks away.

"Do we get to pick our own rooms?" I asked Ms. Anderson, who was our assigned professor. Ms. Anderson was widely considered to be one of the hottest professors in college, and as much as I admired her looks, I really wasn't interested in the faculty that much.

"No, your roommates have already been picked out for you," she said. 

"What's up with that?" Jordan complained. He was walking next to me, dragging his luggage along.

"The rooms were picked out by a computer," Ms. Anderson answered, with a smile. "Gives you a chance to maybe meet someone you haven't met before."

Great. Well, I wasn't really interested in meeting new people. It was ridiculous that they wouldn't let us pick our own rooms. Still, there was nothing we could do about it.

Our group headed into the hotel lobby and received directions from one of the hotel staff members. We went into a large adjoining ballroom and set our luggage and belongings down in one of the corners. Then we waited while Ms. Anderson went to get our hotel room keys.

She came back about twenty minutes later and handed them out. "You can all go up to your rooms," she said. "That's what the dean said."

So I said goodbye to Jordan and headed for the elevators. My room was on the tenth floor of the hotel. I took the elevator up to Floor 10 and got out. The elevator lobby was cleanly lit and the carpet looked expensive. 

In an alcove, there was an ice machine and a Coca-Cola dispenser. Opposite from the alcove was a larger nook with a couple of small tables and view outside the window. There was a stack of USA Today newspapers on one of the tables.

I walked down the hall at stopped at Room 1012. I pulled out my card key and unlocked the door to the room. Opening the door, I found myself in a fairly nice hotel room. There was a king sized bed against the main wall, which I dumped my belongings onto.  

There was a closet right by the door, and oppose the closet was a nice bathroom with a mini-jacuzzi. It appeared to have room for at least two people.

There was a large desk at the wall perpendicular to the wall the bed was against, and an office chair. A coffeemaker sat on the desk, as did a welcome pamphlet for the hotel and a telephone. In the corner, there was a lounge chair with an ottoman, facing a cabinet against the opposite wall, which, as I soon discovered, had a television inside of it.

I began unpacking. After about ten minutes, I heard a noise at the door. I got up from what I was doing and went to open it when it suddenly opened by itself. 

I was expecting some guy whom I didn't know or like to walk in...but instead, Katherine Phillips walked in, tugging her luggage. Katherine was what I considered to be one of the hottest girls in the entire college. She wasn't a cheerleader, but she could have easily been one. She was a medium sized, sweet brunette who was generally nice to everybody she came across. 

She looked up, and suddenly stopped, dropping the handle of her suitcase. Her jaw dropped as she saw me, and I'm sure mine did simultaneously. 

"What the hell are you doing in here?" she asked accusingly.

"Um...this is my room. At least, this is the room they gave me the key for," I replied.

"There must be some mistake," she replied flatly. "Guys and girls don't sleep together in the same room!"

"Your guess is as good as mine," I returned. "Maybe we should go find a professor and get it cleared up."

Katherine was agreeable to doing this, so we went out in the hall to find the nearest professor. We found one, Professor Johnson, very quickly, because there were a huge crowd of kids around him. We approached the crowd and listened in to what Johnson was saying.

"Look, I don't have anything to do with this. That's the way the rooms were set up. The people who are putting this on for you thought that you were mature enough to handle it. They wanted to give you a new experience – pull you out of your comfort zone. You don't have to sleep in the same beds. For those of you with rooms that don't have separate twin beds, the hotel has put rollaways in the closets."

It quickly became apparent that everybody else was rooming with somebody of the opposite gender. There was no mistake. It was completely intentional. The moment Johnson stopped talking, some of the kids started shouting again, but it was no use. 

"Will you guys stop complaining?" Mr. Johnson asked, irritably. "Can't you appreciate what a tremendous opportunity you've been given? This isn't going to be a problem unless you make it one. So please go back to your rooms and unpack. Get to you know your roommate. You'll be spending the next two weeks with him or her." 

Mr. Johnson swept down the hall to his own room, leaving the crowd of students behind. Some had apparently been just following along and didn't seem to mind the fact that they were rooming with somebody of the opposite gender.

A few grumbled, but returned to their rooms, as did Katherine and I. She said nothing as we walked back down the hall and into Room 1012. 

I let her in first and shut the door afterwards. Katherine sighed and said, "So where is the rollaway?"

"Do you want the king bed instead?" I asked.

"No, you were here first, and besides, I want to be next to the window," she replied. I hadn't spent much time looking out the window, but when I pulled the curtain all the way back, I discovered the view was actually very nice.

I got the rollaway out of the closet and set it up for her. She went into the bathroom and began unpacking her cosmetics, blow-dryer, and whatever else she'd brought. 

It was certainly going to be an interesting experience, I thought.

That evening, before we headed down to the general session, our floor met with Mr. Johnson and Miss Miller, who were the professors assigned to our floor. I gathered that the people who put all the guys and girls into the same rooms with each other had done so merely to shock us – get us out of our "comfort zone" they said – and that since we were a private college and it was written somehow into the travel agreements all our parents had signed – it was legal. 

I had been uncomfortable with the idea at first, but now I thought it might be kind of fun. I'm not sure if Katherine thought the same way. She complained off and on at first, but then stopped, and didn't seem to be angry at me or unhappy with the way things were going. 

After dinner and the general session, we headed back to our rooms for the night. I made a point of not spying on Katherine or unduly bothering her. Maybe she took comfort in the fact that the bathroom was spacious, and it had a lock, so at least she could shower and undress privately.

A few days went by, and the senior class seemed to be having a lot of fun. When we weren't attending seminars or going on day trips, we were swimming in the hotel pool, enjoying the use of the fitness machines, sightseeing, shopping, and eating out at different restaurants.

It was perhaps the fourth day, or the fifth day, into the vacation when we took a day trip out to Cocoa Beach and Cape Canaveral. Katherine and I had different schedules, and we always let the other know what they were, so we could rendezvous to get together for meals and so forth, since we were supposed to be in groups to do that.

Anyway, the tour we were on was shorter than what had been planned for, so we came back to the hotel a couple hours early. I was actually pleased, because I hadn't had much free time for the past couple days, and I thought I might watch some TV or something. 

I got up to Room 1012, and opened the door to the room. I walked into the room....and froze.

Katherine was lying on the king bed. She was naked, and she was masturbating, rubbing her clit and moaning in pleasure. I'd always wondered how big her tits were, and now I could finally see them. They weren't huge, but they weren't tiny either – just the right size, probably 34Cs, I thought. Her pussy was gleaming because she'd obviously been masturbating, but apparently, she hadn't climaxed yet.

I immediately dropped my backpack on the floor, speechless. At the same moment, Katherine suddenly realized I was there, and she screamed, though not that loudly. She grabbed the bath towel laying on the bed next to her and spread it out over her body. 

"I'm sorry," I said. "The tour ended early...so I came back to the room. I didn't realize..." I trailed off, not knowing what else to say. For about twenty seconds neither of us spoke. 

Then Katherine finally said, "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have been doing it. But it's been a long time and I just had to get some relief. I hope I didn't offend you or anything."

"Not at all," I reassured her. Then, somewhat jokingly, I said, "What kind of guy is offended at the sight of a naked woman?"

"I didn't know you were interested in girls," she said. 

"Trust me...every guy is interested in girls, unless maybe he's gay, and I'm certainly not gay," I said.

"Well," she said with a sigh, "as long as you're here, you might as well give me your opinion." She threw the towel off and fell back onto the bed so I could survey her. "What do you think?" 

"You're absolutely gorgeous," I said. And I meant it. She had round, firm, perky tits, an angelic face, what looked to be a tight and inviting pussy, a shapely ass, and long, slender, legs. A body that practically every guy must dream of fucking. 

She smiled. "How do I know you're not just saying that?"

"Because it's true!" I practically shouted. "I'm serious. You have a beautiful body – more than anybody could ask for."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," she said.

"So where were you when I came in? Did you reach your climax?" I asked.

"No, I was almost there, and then you came in," she replied.

"Well, don't let me stop you," I said, firmly. "I don't mind if you want to finish."

"But I've never masturbated in front of anybody else before," she said. "Besides...I don't want you to think..."

I cut her off. "Nonsense. It's a perfectly normal thing to do. I masturbate all the time, and you might be surprised to know that pretty much every other guy out there does, too."

"Really?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I said. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me – why shouldn't I join her? It might make her more comfortable, and make her feel better, if I was naked too. It seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do.

"In fact," I said, "How about if I join you? I haven't jerked off since I left home."

Her eyes flickered with doubt for a second, but then she smiled, and said, "Really? You'd do that?" 

"Why not? As long as you're turning me on, I might as well get off too." By now, of course, my cock was fully erect and straining against my pants, begging to be free.

"Okay. I've never actually seen a guy naked before," she said. "This will be fun."

I started undressing. "Not even in pictures?" I asked. 

"Well, yeah, I've seen pictures, but this is the real thing," she said.

I unbuttoned my shirt and flung that off. I suppose I have a fairly good physique for a guy – I run cross country, and that helps keep me in shape.

She watched me unzip my pants and take those off, and I also removed my socks. Finally, I pulled off my boxers, and my cock sprang free.

Her eyes widened as it came into view. She gulped. "It's huge!" she said, in almost wonderment.

"Well, it's not that big, but it isn't small either. Certainly not when it's erect," I said with a smile. "Now, show me how you masturbate."

"Well," she said, "I don't have any dildos or toys – I just use my hands, and sometimes the shower jet. I rub my clit with one hand and massage my boobs with the other. What do you do?"

"What most guys do," I answered. "I stroke my cock. Like this." I made a fist around the base of my erect cock and moved it up and down, then stopped. "Ready?" I asked.

"Sure, I guess," she replied. She cupped her left breast with one of her hands and began squeezing it. With the other, she began rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes and began to fall into a rhythm. 

I watched her for about twenty seconds and then I began, too. I watched her as I furiously stroked my cock. I'd build up to where I felt I was going to cum, then slow down, and then speed up again. It took her a few minutes for her to get back to where she had been, and soon she was oblivious to me, moaning and writhing as she pleasured herself. 

I decided to wait and hold my own orgasm until just after she came. 

Soon, I heard her moaning, "Oh fuck yeah...I'm cumming....oh yeah..."

I glanced down at her pussy, which was now gleaming and very wet from all of her juices. I kept stroking my cock and watching her. Her fingers were slick and sticky from her orgasm. After twenty seconds or so she sat up and stared at my cock.

"Want to watch me cum?" I said, panting. 

"Hell yes," she said. So I began to stroke faster. And faster. And faster. I could feel it coming on. 

"Shit," I groaned. White, hot cum erupted from my cock, burst after burst, onto my chest, on the bed, and on the carpet. It was the most I'd ever cum in my entire life, and it lasted for half a minute.

"That was so hot," Katherine said, excitedly. Her breasts bounced as she jumped off her side of the bed and she came around to where I was. She sat down right next to me and turned to look into my eyes.

"Ron, I want to say thank you," she said. "You caught me, and you've been a true gentleman about it – you made me feel comfortable."

"No problem, Katherine," I said. "I really enjoyed that. That was the best orgasm I've ever had."

"Really?" she said. "Me too!"

We both just sat there for a few minutes, thinking, until finally Katherine said, "You know – since you've seen me naked, there's really no point in getting dressed until we need to leave. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I said. "When I have the house to myself I sometimes go naked as well. I think I'll do the same thing."

"I never really have the house to myself," Katherine replied, smiling. "I'm always doing it in the bathroom or something." 

"Well, whenever you have the urge – feel free to masturbate," I said. "I don't mind at all."

We watched TV for the next hour and then got ready for the evening. We were having a big formal dinner out at a fancy restaurant, and so I played the role of the gentleman, escorting Katherine down to the lobby and then to the restaurant. For the first time during the whole vacation, I felt like she was paying attention to me. We conversed over dinner and laughed during the ride there and back.

After what had happened that afternoon, I was horny, and I couldn't wait to jerk off once we got back to the hotel. Katherine had dressed sexily for dinner, with a low cut blouse and a short, revealing skirt. On the way back to the hotel room she told me she wasn't even wearing panties. This turned me on even more, and I couldn't stop fantasizing about her.

When we got back into the hotel room, I threw off my clothes and laid back on the king bed. Katherine went into the bathroom to get ready for bed, and so I decided to wait for her. I picked up a magazine off the nightstand, that I'd brought, and began reading. But I wasn't really focused on reading. I shut my eyes, still holding the magazine, and began fantasizing about Katherine.

I lost track of time, and was still daydreaming several minutes later, when I suddenly felt a hand on my cock. And then...a tongue licking the head of my penis. I dropped the magazine, just as Katherine lowered her mouth onto the top half of my cock, and began sucking me off. She was completely naked, and on all fours as she sucked.

"Katherine...what are you doing?" I asked, completely amazed, but also delighted. 

She took her mouth of my cock and replied, "Giving you a blowjob. Don't you want one?"

"Hell yeah, it's just that I didn't expect you to do that, all of a sudden."

She smiled, and again took my cock in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it and moving up and down the length of my shaft, taking careful pains not to let her teeth scrape it. I shuddered with pleasure. My cock was in heaven. I'd never felt this good before. Ever.

"You sure you haven't done this before?" I asked. 

She took her mouth off my cock again and replied, "No...this is the first time I've given a guy head. I'm only going off what I've seen and read."

"Well, you're damn good at it. Keep going," I said.

She smiled, and again took my cock in her mouth, trying to take in more of it. She began to slide her mouth along my shaft faster and faster, lubricating it with lots of saliva. She cupped my balls with her hand, and I groaned with pleasure.

After a couple more minutes I could feel myself getting ready to cum. "Katherine, I'm going to cum," I warned her. "You can take my cock out of your mouth if you want."


Sharing a Room



"What a mob!" Lisa said as I joined her in the lobby.

"Yeah, apparently tropical storm Fran knocked out the power for nearly all of the Bahamas and they have transferred everyone over here. I guess they're overbooked and tried to bump us to another hotel. Lucky I brought along our confirmation number. The guy behind me in line was saying he heard from a cabbie that they are sending everyone to another hotel or resort but there aren't any places when you get over there either, so everyone is really pissed. Everybody's ending up at some real dumps instead of the places they booked."

"Oh, I would be so torqued," she agreed.

"Well, we ended up in a room with two double beds rather than a king," I frowned ruefully.

"I was looking forward to having my way with you in the big bed for our anniversary!" she pouted. "I am so ready to be alone with you. The flight, and the wait, and you teasing me..."

I brushed a hand across the side of her breast 'accidentally' as I had a hundred times that day and she half-heartedly stopped me as she had a hundred and one times that day.

"We'll just be a little cozier. Like when we shared the twin bed in my apartment before the wedding."

She laughed. "No, that was way too tight. I can't believe we actually managed it."

"I know," I grinned back at the fond memory. "But really, I think it lucky I was able to weasel us a room at all; I had to get a little ugly before they found us a place. Let's get up to the room before all the shouting starts down here."

"Hey, look, there's Ron and Terri!" she indicated the couple we had shared a crowded corner of the airport with for a couple hours during the flight delays. "All that time we talked together, I didn't know we were coming to the same resort."

"Ooh, that doesn't look happy," I said, noting Ron's harried expression and the panic in Terri's eyes.

We swam our way through the throng of milling vacationers in their festive, Caribbean attire.

Terri was thin, with soft brown curls to her shoulders and expressive, brown eyes. Her bright Caribbean shirt, tied off over her flat tummy was unbuttoned to the point that it would have revealed a touch of cleavage if she had any. The truth was, she was under-endowed and apparently wore no bra since it seemed unnecessary. This weakness, however, was more than compensated by her beautiful runner's legs and sexy ass. Ron was medium short, a bit overweight; handsome but not a movie star.

"Hi! We didn't know you were coming here!" Lisa greeted the dejected pair.

"Neither did we!" Ron spat angrily. "We've been shuttled around to several places now and nobody seems to have any rooms! The resort that had our reservation said they were 'upgrading' us and sent us over here and they aren't about to honor it. I've overhead a bunch of conversations that say it is like this everywhere. We are just screwed! My travel agent says there's nothing he can do; they are allowed to overbook."

"What are you going to do?" Lisa asked, worried.

Tears began welling up in Terri's eyes. Ron shrugged. "I honestly have no idea. It sounds like the resorts in the Bahamas have been dumping people here all day and unless you can pay for transfer to St. John's there just isn't anyplace anywhere. "

I frowned. "And it looks like others have already tried a lot of that. I mean if St. John's really had any places for this mob, do you think they would still be milling around here?"

Lisa shot me a death-ray glare. Yeah, I guess I wasn't helping the situation. We both knew the right thing to say; the only solution. I spoke the actual words.

"We've got a room with two double beds; stay with us tonight."

A moment of genuine, stunned silence.

"We couldn't impose..." Ron started.

"We insist," Lisa countered. "Steve tried to get us a room with a king but they just gave us a room with two doubles. It's fate. Anyway, it is already almost evening and if you try to get someplace else you're just going to get stranded and who knows what will happen. Nope, you're staying with us. No arguments."

Pure relief and gratitude flooded Terri's pixie-like features. Before Ron could utter another word, I pushed on as if the decision was irreversible.

"Given this crowd, I'll bet the dining room will be backed up in just a few. Why don't you ladies go reserve us a table for four while Ron and I get the luggage up to the room to stake it out against them booking yet another couple in it?" I directed.

Without further protestation, the young couple acquiesced. So much for our romantic, anniversary trip.

A couple hours later, we spilled into the room, laughing together like the old friends we had become. Dinner had been sumptuous, the wine intriguing, the conversation fun and laden with innuendo. It turns out Terri and Ron were also on a romantic getaway and the air had been charged with sexual tension. 

"Omigosh, how beautiful!" Lisa gushed at the wine red roses on the dresser. To be honest, I'd forgotten that I'd ordered them back when I originally made the reservation and certainly would not have expected the overworked hotel staff to make good on it. By the look on my wife's face, however, I knew I had done good.

"Oh, you guys! It's your anniversary; we shouldn't be here," Terri exclaimed, admiring the flowers and their decorative ribbon.

"We've been through this. You've no other choice. It'll be fine for tonight," I jumped in.

Now that we were all here together in the room, it all felt a little awkward. We kind of paused together, hovering over our suitcases unsure of the next step. How to go about sharing a bathroom, let alone space for changing clothes? As it had been planned as a romantic getaway, I hadn't even brought anything to sleep in. Guess it's just my undies for tonight, I thought. Then, realizing that the pair of spandex briefs I was wearing (a gift last valentine's day), this was still probably going to be a bit uncomfortable.

"Hell with it, we're all friends, right?" I announced, pushing my shorts down over the red spandex underwear. Terri gasped and Ron chuckled. I glanced at Lisa, expecting a shocked rebuke from my wife but, as so often happens in our relationship, we were in perfect sync. She smiled lasciviously at me. Sometimes I think there is a little streak of exhibitionism in her that I don't see very often. Either that, or she was too horny (or tipsy from that delicious wine) to care at the moment.

"If it's all the same to you, I think I'll at least use the bathroom to change," she smirked, reaching past me into the suitcase and picking up a scrap of silk and lace – the teddy she had brought along as sleep attire. I removed my shirt and fussed around in the suitcase, finding my toothbrush, while Ron did the same. Terri seemed a little less sure of herself, rummaging for whatever she planned to wear, and sneaking furtive glances at my poorly concealed prick which, after a day of tantalizing banter, anticipation, and encasement in tight, stretch fabric was not exactly subtle. While not trying to be blatant, I nevertheless gave her ample opportunity to see what she wanted to. All the while, I watched surreptitiously in the mirror over the dresser. It appeared she appreciated the show.

"Wow," Ron breathed as Lisa emerged from the bathroom. Her D-cup breasts were barely concealed in the red and black teddy. The lacy frill around her hips did wonders for her womanly curves and the sheer panel shaded her midriff in a sheen of red lace.

In the mirror, I watched the couple's reaction to my wife's beauty. Ron's face flushed and his eyes bulged, glancing down to take in her shapely legs and returning to oogle openly at her chest. His dick was obviously at attention, tenting the patterned boxers he wore. Terri just stared appreciatively, frozen. 

Enraptured by the attention, Lisa slowly turned to allow a full inspection. The jut of her breasts in profile, nipples protruding pointedly, the delicate high cut of the hemline exposing a glorious expanse of thigh, the red lace lines reaching only halfway down her cheeks, exposing the sexy shape of her firm ass meeting the smooth shaven columns of her legs – all revealed as she turned for our review. Exhibitionist, indeed!

"C'mon, Terri, your turn!" Lisa prompted, breaking the awed silence. The younger woman blushed furiously and muttered something about not being able to compete but we all shouted her down. Ron and Lisa hustled her along into the bathroom. 

I continued my preparations for bed, turning the covers down, adjusting lights etc. while Lisa nonchalantly paraded around the room giving a show and a half to Ron, who was all but drooling, making no pretense at other activity. As Lisa bent over our suitcase, she gave Ron a good look at her ass, the gusset of the teddy stretched tight over her sex peeking out behind. 

Maybe it was the wine in me, but I was surprisingly okay with this friend, who I just met this day, getting such an intimate look at my wife. Something in his appreciative gaze and pure admiration of her made me just really, really proud. I adore my wife and am very comfortable that she loves me completely. His admiring her beauty was taking nothing away from me. In fact, through his enthusiastic response, my own joy in her grew.

Timidly, the bathroom door opened. Ron rushed to his bride's side and ushered her into the center of the room. She wore a purple, silk cami and tap pants set that was adorable. She was short and thin, with beautiful, smooth legs, and a flat, sexy tummy. The cami pushed out only slightly from the curve of her girlish breasts. She reddened even further and dared not look us in the eye as Ron twirled her slowly on display. Her ass was a true work of art, curving out gracefully from her thin muscular legs.

"Terri, you are gorgeous!" Lisa exclaimed encouraging. "What I would give to have abs like that."

"You are lovely," I agreed, hoping not to offend our new friends, nor my wife.

Terri glanced up incredulously, seeming to question whether we were serious or not. We both smiled appreciatively and she took reassurance from it. Her confidence grew visibly and she stood just a tad straighter, which helped make the most of the points on her budding titties and improved the thrust of her shapely derrière. My poor cock was throbbing in the spandex and I hoped the pre cum that was flowing freely wasn't staining the front too terribly much.

Without the more confining fabric of briefs, Ron was having a bit more trouble controlling his erection. It bobbed and weaved with every movement. I'm sure the friction of the cotton across the tip was excruciatingly pleasant. His joy and pride at showing off his wife was obvious; you could tell he was very much in love. Lisa winked at me and I knew there wasn't any jealousy brewing there, either.

I climbed into bed and Lisa joined me under the covers. Ron and Terri settled into their bed and I turned the light off, plunging us all into total blackout. In the relatively tight confines of the double bed (our queen at home is not so cramped), I took advantage of Lisa's proximity and state of arousal, palming one of the hard tips of her bountiful breasts through the silky fabric of the teddy. From her sharp intake of breath, I could tell she wanted to stop me but was reveling in the enjoyment and her chest swelled against my hand.

Without regard to propriety, my hand snaked down across her luscious form and cupped her heated sex. A desire-filled whimper escaped her. I snuggled in next to her ear and whispered in a voice so soft that it could not be heard beyond her pillow.

"Look, you have three choices: one, go take a shower with me and have standup sex in there (like they won't know what's going on); two, do it here and who gives a shit; or three, I go in the bathroom and do this by hand because there's no way I'm not going to burst tonight. I mean it is either gonna be sex tonight or a wet dream before tomorrow morning."

"I know; there's no way I'll make it either," she breathed back just as quietly.

"Okay, then, I want to do it right here. There is no way we can do it quietly enough that they won't figure out exactly what's going on, so I say let's be loud and obvious and if they are offended, well sorry, they can take themselves down to the bar or something. And if they aren't offended, maybe it'll turn them on to hear us."

"Gosh, I want you," she whispered back, her hips rocking up against my hand. I pushed my middle finger into her gushing wetness around the lingerie. "Ahh," she emitted a soft moan, barely audible in the quiet of the room.

"You go first," I continued in her ear. "I won't last more than a second, I'm so horny."

"I think I'll come right now if you suck on my nipple," she whispered back.

Shifting down slightly in the bed and peeling the strap off her shoulder with the hand that wasn't reveling in the heated bliss of her drenched pussy, I sought the freed nipple with my lips. With only a little fumbling in the pitch dark of the hotel room, I located the pebble-hard nub.

"Ahh-mmm," she gasped as my tongue massaged the tender bud and my hand frigged up across her clitoris and then slipped noisily back into her cunt. Her pelvis started an unmistakable rhythm that rocked the bed. There could be no doubt about what was happening on our side of the room. Lisa tossed the covers back and threw her legs wide open. Not that anyone could see in the dark room but the sheer abandon of it was profoundly erotic to me.

The scent of her arousal washed over me and nearly caused me to cum there in my shorts. I sucked hard on her tit and she had, I believe, a quick orgasm.

"Errrr," she ground out between clenched teeth as she rocked lasciviously against my hand. Her hands gripped my back and clutched my head tightly to her bosom. In any context, the sounds and smells of this moment would have been arousing. An audience of near strangers within arm's reach, listening to every gasp and moan, every lick, every slippery digit penetrating a secret fold sent my head spinning in hedonistic delight. My love for my wife, my pride in her sensuality, in her raw sexiness, in pure desire threatened to overwhelm me.

"Yes, yes, Steve!" she cried out. "Like that! Yes, suck it!"

If our neighbors were having any trouble visualizing what was going on next to them, she cleared that up in a hurry. I wondered, in my overheated brain, if they would have the boldness to turn on a light and watch the action. I hoped not, not wanting to break the magic spell of this moment. Sometimes it is just better to make love in the dark.

"I gotta have it," she growled. "Now. I want you in me now!"

"Yeah, you want my hard cock, don't you, babe?" I replied.

"Yes, baby, please. Oh, shove it in me hard," she begged as I shucked my underwear and moved between her legs. She was holding the fabric of the teddy aside and groped about in the dark, trying to find my cock to bring it in line. Sometimes we are this vocal, but usually not. I think we were both playing to the audience a bit. 

I danced the head of my cock over her slippery entrance, relishing the moment. I knew full well that I would come very soon after that first thrust and I wanted to prolong it just a fraction longer.

"Do me, baby! Give me that great big cock!" she coached. Unable to hold off the whole day's eroticism any longer, I plunged home.

"Yyyeeessssss!" she hissed, bounding up off the bed against me. I gripped her ass in my hands and started a first rate pounding. Remarkably, my orgasm held off for a moment or two, quite possibly because my cock was just in pure shock from actually being given free rein after being restrained and teased all day.

"Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah!" Lisa yelled. Maybe not only our neighbors in the next bed were hearing us but perhaps the next room. 

"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" I grunted out my pleasure in time to each massive thrust.

"Aaaahhhh," she gasped as the crisis swept over her. My cock rocketed off inside her, splashing an enormous load deep up in her churning cunt. Yet I didn't slow down for several more long minutes, our genitals thrashing noisily together, both of us moaning in orgasmic bliss. It must have been quite a show.

I lay throbbing inside her while we both came down from a fantastic high. Eventually, I became aware of the unmistakable rhythmic sounds of our new friends frantically screwing in the bed right next to us. Good; they weren't offended by our exhibitionism.

I had never really thought about how arousing it is to listen to someone else making love. I guess I've watched my share of porn and in many ways this was no different except that it was entirely aural, not visual. The creak of the bed, the slap of bodies coming together, the slight gasps and moans, the erotic and lewd and intimate sounds of the primal act. Of course, the fact that it was all real, live and only a few feet away from us added to the excitement.

Lisa and I basked in the afterglow of our satiated lust and listened. Ron's grunts quickly became louder and more desperate, punctuated with increased force of his thrusts. We recognized this by the sounds from the bed and the way their bodies came together. We moved against each other ever so slightly, sharing our arousal in our intimate embrace.

In just a few moments, Ron moaned loudly in pleasure and stopped his movements. "No, not yet, not yet," Terri cried, obviously not quite at that point, but it was apparent that he couldn't hold back. In truth, he didn't even seem to try very hard. She continued to move beneath him, pushing up, trying desperately to reach her own release. The squishing sounds of his cum churning in her cunt adding a new dimension to the level of sexy sounds.

After just a few minutes, though, she gave in, silently acknowledging that it simply wasn't to be. She couldn't achieve the orgasm she was desperately striving for without at least some help from his end. And evidently he was done, as we heard the bed creak when his weight shifted off her to the side. Terri let out a dejected sigh that expressed her frustration.

I actually felt guilty for enjoying myself so much. Here I lay, impregnating the love of my life, drifting in that cloud of warm, contented feelings that comes from the release of a titanic orgasm. After having playfully teased and tormented each other all day, we had shared our desires and passion together. To have had that on "display" for an audience was erotic enough but then to have the chance to listen to their lovemaking in return? Truly an exotic experience.

But knowing that Terri hadn't been able to share in the pleasant release the rest of us were feeling was troublesome. Lisa and I lay coupled together in our bed, listening to the raw, emotional need in Terri's breathing and the way she flopped about in the bed. A moment or two later, Ron's breathing settled down into a slow, rhythmic pattern that signaled his sleep. Terri sighed again, even more miserably than before.

Lying atop Lisa, my head snuggled next to hers, my mouth was again right next to her ear. "Did you pack your vibrator like we talked about?" I asked quietly. She nodded. "Do you think we should offer to help?" She nodded again without hesitation. "Whatever you are comfortable with; I'm not looking to have sex with her or change our relationship. I just think we've got to help her out. She has got to be so frustrated."

Again, Lisa nodded, our comprehension of each other and agreement understood. She shifted underneath me and I rolled quietly off. Without a word, she got up and padded softly to the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. I could hear her clean up from the huge load I'd just delivered. So could Terri, and she sighed yet again. I was unsure for a moment if I had misread my bride. Was she giving me space, privacy, to help out our new friend? Surely not, that was not what I'd had in mind.




Sharing a Room



Moments later, she opened the bathroom door, without turning off the light, stepped out and then closed the door almost the whole way down. A shaft of light illuminated our suitcase. Lisa, completely naked now, moved into that light and searched through the back corners of the suitcase until she found her phallic toy. I enjoyed the spectacle of her naked backside while she fumbled around with the batteries (never ship a vibrator in a suitcase – even as checked luggage – with the batteries in it).

A slight buzz rang out in the silent room, once she had the toy loaded. She quickly shut it off. She turned in the light, giving me a good view of the sexiest boobs in the world as well as the 7" rubber toy she held. Terri gasped but I didn't hear her turn over or move in the bed. That told me that she had been lying in a position to watch Lisa's every move and had also been able to appreciate my wife's naked charms.

Lisa stepped back to the bathroom and shut off the light. Then she quietly navigated her way around our bed to Terri's side. "You can borrow this if you like," Lisa offered in a whisper.

"I'd like to but I'm not sure how," Terri responded sheepishly in the dark.

"No problem. I'll help you. Are you comfortable joining us?" she asked kindly.

"Um," Terri seemed unsure.

I heard Lisa reach out, her hand sliding across the sheet, and taking hers. "C'mon. You need this. You deserve your own release." And she pulled her gently to her feet.

Terri acquiesced with an almost inaudible, "Okay."

I shifted over on the bed to make room, hastily piling the pillows in the middle against the headboard and felt the mattress shift as the two of them climbed on.

"I want you to be comfortable here. If anything feels out of place or you want to stop, let me know right away," Lisa comforted her.

"Okay," she squeaked again.

"And is it okay that Steve is here, too?" she continued.

"Um-hm," she agreed. I was thankful to be included and aroused beyond anything. It somehow seemed all very sweet and innocent and natural.

"Okay, lay up here against these pillows."

She complied and I could feel the warmth of her body on the sheets right next to me.

"You'll need to spread your legs a little wider," Lisa instructed softly. I felt Terri's firm leg brush against mine. There wasn't much room for three of us in the double bed. I was right on the edge as I didn't want my proximity to spook the younger girl. When our legs touched, she froze, but at Lisa's gentle pressure on the inside of her knee, we remained in contact – her ankle just crossing mine.

Lisa continued instructing, taking her hands, "Hold it like this. See, it's soft and pliable and ribbed right along here. That can feel really good." I could hear the arousal in Terri's breathing right next to me as her hands explored the vibrator. "It turns on like this." The buzzing resumed, jarringly loud in the quiet of the room. "And you can use this to adjust the speed." The pitch rose and fell a couple times. "I'd suggest starting it out very slow." A tiny moan escaped from Terri, so quiet and intimate that it would have been inaudible except that I was laying only inches from her.

"You should take off the camisole," Lisa suggested. In the dark I hadn't realized she still had it on but Lisa must have brushed up against her to know that she still wore it. Terri shut off the vibrator, sat forward and the silk slipped over her head with a whisper. Even though in the dark I couldn't see anything more now than I had earlier when she had first emerged from the bathroom, there was something intensely erotic about another man's wife undressing in the bed right next to me, while he snored lightly in the other bed. I wondered briefly what would happen if he woke up at this point. Terri settled back down against the pillows between Lisa and me.

Funny how in the dark your other senses become sharper. As Terri moved, I swear I could detect the smell of their recent sex, the musk of her arousal as well as the creamy sperm smell emanating from her spread legs, overpowering the smell of Lisa and my own episode, still clinging to my renewed erection. 

"I would start by caressing somewhere away from the intense erogenous zones, like here," Lisa guided Terri, taking her hand with the toy and directing it against her thigh just above the knee. The buzzing resumed and Terri, under Lisa's guidance trailed the massaging toy up and down the top of her leg. It obviously had the desired effect, judging by the gasp it elicited from the aroused girl.

"I know," Lisa encouraged. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Um-hm," Terri responded, the sexual tension in her voice apparent. I also could hear the desire in Lisa's voice as she guided her pupil through the joys of self pleasure. Lisa had brought the toy along at my request, because I like to watch her enjoy it; the way her body moves to the rhythms of her pleasure, the sensual 'other world' it transports her to while I watch arouses us both.

After a few minutes of massage with the buzzing toy, Lisa moved her student along to the next step. "Up here, too. How does that feel?" The buzzing moved up close to me as Lisa guided Terri's hand over her neck and chest. As the vibrator passed over her breasts, Terri gasped in delight. Lisa chuckled. "You like that."

"Um-hm."

"Now bring it closer. Don't touch it directly but bring it down here so that you can feel the vibrations deep down." The noise of the tool trailed down, pausing briefly to circle her belly-button as I've seen Lisa do so often, and then continued down to linger on the outer edge of her crotch, just away from her pussy. My mind's eye remembered this movement so clearly and I tried desperately to translate it from the picture of Lisa's full and aroused nether lips to my imagined view of Terri's charms. Terri's legs shifted slightly farther open and her leg now fully crossed mine; she had lost her reluctance to be in contact with me, or else was so absorbed in the new sensations that she was unconscious of our heated skin rubbing against each other.

"Wow, you have quite a full bush," Lisa commented. Hmm, revise that mental image! Terri didn't speak but let out a soft moan as the pleasant vibrations settled into her core.

"Okay, now very gently draw the tip up across your lips."

"Ahhh," Terri gasped as the toy touched the sensitive nerve endings.

"You are pretty excited already; I'd avoid your clitoris for a moment longer unless you are ready to go over the edge yet."

"Uh-uh," the excited girl responded negatively and I heard the tool shift a bit lower.

"I'd avoid too much penetration, too, for the same reason. But feel free to explore with it and see what feels nice."

The pitch of the toy shifted slightly as Terri manipulated it at various angles and directions.

"That's it. You can go even lower if you like. It's a different feel but sometimes nice." I could feel Terri's hips rock up a bit and her shoulder brushed mine as her hands stretched farther down. There was just a touch of urgency in her movements and it felt distinctly like she had been holding back something, waiting for permission to proceed along a path she very much wanted to pursue.

The vibrator got a touch quieter as it shifted father away and nestled into a secret, hidden place.

"Ahh," Terri gasped in obvious pleasure.

"Oh, you really like it back there, don't you?" Lisa asked, playfulness in her voice. I realized that Terri had tucked the toy back between her cheeks and was exploring her secret, dark opening with the gentle massages.

"Um-hm," Terri nodded, reveling in the new sensations. The three of us lay close together in the double bed while Terri rocked against the toy, the vibrations rippling up through her.

"Is it okay if Steve caresses you?" Lisa asked. 

"Um-hm," she responded again immediately.

"I just think it might add to your sensations. If you are uncomfortable with something, just let us know," my wife confirmed. "Just to be sure – you want Steve to touch you?"

"Oh, yes, please," the younger woman responded, yearning in her voice.

I lay in stunned silence. Lisa and I have a very traditional marriage and we had never pursued anything like this before. I had never even suggested to her that I wanted to experience a three-way. I have always been way too in love with my wife to risk screwing it up with the logistics and emotions and entanglements of this kind of relationship. And Lisa had always been clear that if I ever cheated on her that I would be seeing her divorce lawyer next. So I was surprised, to say the least. And yet the way the evening had evolved felt so natural, and the joint experience between us was so loving and reaffirming. This did not feel like cheating but an intense, sharing extension of our sexual experience together.

I brushed my fingers lightly over Terri's hair and side of her face, trying not to break the air of sensuality and restraint the scene possessed. The idea that my wife had just secured permission for me to become intimate with another woman was beyond exciting to me, I was surprised to discover. It made my love and desire for her even stronger, something that I would not have believed possible. As I touched this near stranger in the dark, my fingers came in contact with Lisa's as she also caressed the aroused form between us. It felt like we were sharing her, that she was an extension of our sexual experience and that we were expressing our love for each other by pleasing and enjoying this woman between us.

My palm passed down Terri's cheek, over her shoulder and along her arm and as I did so, I let my extended fingers pass over the sensual curve of my wife's breast, guessing at its location in the dark. This was the same 'accidental' contact I had been tormenting my bride with throughout the long travel day. Lisa inhaled in pleasure at the electric touch, a tender reminder of my overriding love for her.

At the same time, Terri fully appreciated the gentle, arousing caress and the muscles of her arm flexed as they directed the vibrator against her nether parts. I trailed my fingers in a sensual gesture over Terri's ribs and back up to her shoulder.

"Bring the vibrator back up and lay it full against yourself," Lisa directed, knowing this would step Terri's arousal up another notch. At the same time, she caught my hand, which was massaging Terri's shoulder and drew it down to settle over the slight swell of Terri's tiny breast. Although small, the nipple in the center of my palm was pebble hard and the soft plumpness of her tit-flesh was pleasingly supple in my hand.

The effect on Terri was electric.

"Ahhhh," she gasped as her chest pushed out against my hand. Although small, her titties were obviously a major erogenous zone. She began thrashing about in the bed, pleasure obviously rippling through her body.

"Now, Terri," Lisa hissed in her ear. "Now. Work that cock up into your cunt. Feel those vibrations deep up inside you. I'll work your clit for you."

"Ah, ah, ah," Terri panted as I groped and massaged her sensitive titties. I heard the squish of the vibrating phallus pushing its way into her sopping cunt and the buzz of the toy muffled as her body sucked it in. I felt Lisa shift forward as she reached down, her busy fingers rubbing circles over Terri's excited love button.

"Uhhhnnn," Terri grunted as her orgasm engulfed her, her thin body rigid between us as we drove her pleasure. I alternately pulled at the pointy nipples and cupped her breasts in my hands, squashing them back against her ribs. She appeared to enjoy this immensely, her head thrashing from side to side, her leg leaving mine to cross the other and trap the muted vibrator thrust deep up inside her. I assumed that Lisa's hand was similarly clamped against her most intimately.

Terri's orgasm was tumultuous and erotic, a beautiful moment shared three ways in the tight confines of the hotel room bed. Over and around her, Lisa and I hugged and caressed, murmuring encouragement, enjoyment and satisfaction to each other. Given the cataclysmic release Terri had apparently experienced, I can't say that Lisa and I enjoyed it quite as much as she did, but, at least for me, the moment was highly satisfying and emotionally charged.

We lay together, intertwined for a long time, caressing, touching, feeling the tremors of aftershocks roll through Terri long after the vibrator had been withdrawn and shutoff. After a satisfying, tender and intimate afterglow time where both Lisa and I took some liberties with Terri's privates, we silently came to agree that the experience was over. Wordlessly, Lisa shifted slightly and Terri slipped quietly out of the bed and returned to Ron's side. Her sigh as she settled into bed next to her husband carried none of the frustration and unfilled need from before, but was a sound of pure satisfaction and contentment.