A not-so-brief story of how I planned out this business trip, which aroused me months in advance.
It happened this year. I had a business trip and convention to attend to in a big city on June of this year, so I had to make reservations on my own. Both events happened on the same holiday, from Thursday to Saturday. The hotels the event suggested that had promotional prices were way too expensive for me and I didn't need that luxury, except for one single thing. A bathtub.
I knew I was going to these events since February, so I dug into booking websites fairly soon and got excellent prices. Since I'm single, I decided to look for places near where my friends lived so I could hang out with them on the weekend, but also not that far from my convention. It was all calculated, the distance, the Uber I inevitably had to take and all the spending during the days. I kept planning everything in the subsequent months, but not because I was meticulously organized, but because I couldn't control my own anticipation.
Finally June came and since the convention started on a Thursday morning, I didn't want to book a flight too close. I decided to arrive on the Wednesday and take a day to myself, which was extremely rewarding, as I'm going to explain next.
Of course my flight got in late and the traffic to get to the hotel also made my Uber ride take way longer than I wanted to. At around 5 pm on Wednesday I arrived at the hotel, losing 2 hours of check-in. No problem, since it wasn't a particularly busy day despite being a national holiday.
Room 145, I remember receiving the magnetic card with as much happiness as a Christmas gift. It was on the 14th floor, on the corner of the building, that means, I had no neighbors on the sides. That also meant that the whole floor was empty because I paid regular prices for a slightly larger room.
The room was excellent as I was expecting. Bed and sheets very nice, a good place to unpack and a gorgeous bathroom. Two mirrors, a shower and an enormous bathtub. I can't stress this enough: it was a small pool inside a bathroom. That was different than anything I have ever seen.
By the time I finished unpacking my stuff, it was around 6 pm and I was starving. So I called a friend and since he was already home from work, we went to drink a few beers and have something to eat. It was nice doing something with a friend there since I would be alone most of the time (as intended).
We stayed there longer than we expected to. We had a lot to talk about. So it was about 10 when I left back to my room and for the anticipatory-driven readers like me, that's when the fun begins.
I was waiting for this moment for months and months. I was up on the elevator with a semi-hardon that made me adjust my dick on my pants several times. Arriving at my room, I started a ritual or something. I first made sure every window and every door was closed and that I had complete silence. With that guaranteed, I started filling the enormous bathtub with hot water. As hot as my elbow could handle.
When the water level was almost at the top, I closed the faucet. I got out of the bathroom just to hear nothing again, a confirmation that I would be truly uninterrupted. I undressed and left all my clothes and phone on my bed, except for the tight boxers I was wearing.
Inside the bathroom, the steam hit me with the power of a thousand Viagras, I was raging hard. At thirty five years old I was happy to see that I could get that excited without a partner or any other stimulus. When I decided to enter the water, it was barely manageable, but I knew it would lose heat in the process, so I stayed and got used to it.
I simply couldn't resist myself with a hardon so powerful inside my boxers. After getting my head wet, I sat down on the corner of the tub and very slowly removed my underwear, revealing a pulsating dick, avid for movement.
And right there I masturbated. Tried to contain it,to make it longer, but I simply couldn't. I ejaculated all over myself, fairly quickly. All that anticipation led to this quick and intense moment. After that, I really didn't want to lose the relaxation and got out of the tub to wash myself in the shower, so I did it.
After I got cleaned up from the mess, I fished my underwear from inside the tub and put it back on to enjoy the steaming hot water moment. And I really relaxed myself for around 20 minutes or so, probably even dozed off and didn't notice. After that, I decided to turn on the jets to get my back massaged. I had no second intentions on that action, for real.
Going from one jet to another, purely accidentally, a jet hit my groin and the water movement hit my dick, that couldn't stay 100% soft. From that, I knew there was no coming back. I aimed the jet to my penis and had it massaged over my boxers. It was phenomenal. When I thought I was about to cum, I stopped and let the jets hit my back again.
When a couple of minutes had passed, I removed my underwear again and let the jet hit my dick directly. I was moving myself up and down in that water so the water could hit my whole shaft, from the base to the tip. I held out tremendously not to cum this time, so I stopped.
I got out of the bathtub and had to turn a switch outside of it to turn off the jets. After that, the steamed mirror caught my attention and after rubbing it, it revealed a wet image of myself, grown ass man, 35 years old with a full blown erection that I haven't seen in a long time.
When I decided to enter the bathtub again, I made sure to make it special. As I mentioned before, it was a large and deep tub so I could be 100% submerged if I could and I did it. With my ass right at the bottom of the thing with my neck and tip of my shoulders outside of the water, I masturbated hard. I jerked my dick off with that much will and it took longer for me to cum since I was submerged, which made everything way more special. When I was about to cum I thought of trying to emerge not to make a mess, but last second I thought: "fuck it".
It was a copious amount of cum inside that bathtub. I could see it in strings and "smoke" from the less concentrated jets. Around five or six spasms gave me a huge orgasm and a unique pleasure sensation. It was like a mission accomplished.
After I emptied the water, cleaned up the mess and returned to the bedroom, I was overheated. Naked, I turned on the ceiling fan to cool myself off while lying on the bed. Again, I could have dozed off for a couple of minutes but for some reason I got excited just remembering what I just did. I couldn't contain myself, I simply had to jerk off again!
Around an hour since I came the first time and 20 something minutes after the second and bigger orgasm, I came (a little less, obviously) all over myself again for a third time, simply because I felt excited, simply because I could. That was more than enough for me and I had time only to turn off the lights and sleep still wet from cum, exhausted.
In the middle of the night, I woke up thirsty, so I had a glass of water, put on some underwear and went back to sleep.
I left the "do not disturb" sign on my door during all my stay at that hotel. I took care of my own mess and left an impeccable place at the end of my ventures. Maybe if this story goes well, I can tell how many more times I masturbated in that bathtub during that period, now using foam and toys to accompany me.
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