I was traveling alone, staying at a hotel. My room was the next to the last room at the end of the hall. There were no rooms opposite mine.
I had picked up a clear pocket pussy and some lube earlier. I got back to my room after 10. For some reason, the room had gotten really hot. I actually like a warm room, so I took my clothes off, sat on the couch, got out my purchases and started slowly stroking my cock to hardness while watching videos on my computer. I kept at it for a couple of hours, stroking but always stopping just before I couldn’t.
I noticed it was after midnight. The room was still very warm. I took a chance and opened my door, propping it open as far as I could with the U-bar lock. That left it open about two to three inches.
Back on the couch, I stretched out so my butt was on the edge of the cushion, my legs were straight out, and my hard clock was sticking up, wrapped in the pocket pussy. A few minutes later, I heard the door past mine open. Female footsteps strode quickly down the hall, past my door and apparently toward the ice machine, since she had bumped the plastic ice bucket against her door on her way out.
I froze. I looked at my door, propped open. It looked like you could see into my room just enough to see my cock but not my face. I slowly started stroking again. I could hear her filling her ice bucket, then her footsteps headed back my way. I kept stroking my cock, which was now as hard as I could ever remember it being. I was holding the pocket pussy between my fingers and thumb in my right hand. The door was to my left. Someone looking in the door would have seen both the pocket pussy and the length of my hard shaft, but not my face.
I stroked my cock with the masturbator slowly and from tip to base and back, causing a whispered moan with each repetition. The footsteps kept coming, then stopped outside my door. My heart pounded. My cock throbbed. The feeling of the pocket pussy gliding over the tip and back down to the base was incredible. I was so close to cumming. This time, I didn’t stop. A few more strokes and then I let go a blast that reached my chin, and another that reached my nipples. A third and fourth filled my navel. I was totally spent, my hard cock dripping, lit by the glow from the open door. A few seconds later, I heard her footsteps again, moving away from my door and heading to her own.
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