The Hotel Room

The Hotel Room by Anonymous Went to a convention in Las Vegas several months back (this IS a true story, by the way). The meetings were good, the atmosphere was great, but the gambling and lights and shows paled in comparison to the fun I had on the last night of my trip. I decided to hit my room early the last night so I could get some sleep for the next day's road trip. It was only about 10:00 p.m. when I sat down by my window to mellow out before heading into my bed. I was off the strip, so things were pretty quiet ... with the one notable exception of the sound of the TV coming from the next room. Some comedy, as I recall -- lots of music in the background. I had just about gotten used to the sound of it and was going to stand up to go to bed when I heard a woman's voice ... half moaning, half screaming with pleasure. I figured the movie must have hit time for the obligatory sex scene when her exclamations started coming in rhythm. But then there was a big thud against the wall. The moans stopped and were replaced by the sounds of a man and woman laughing loudly! Don't know what happened over in the next room but it must have been more entertaining than painful. The laughing stopped and about a minute later the moaning started again -- but this time the woman's voice was not alone -- her partner was joining in with grunts and groans and the sound of the two of them over the din of the movie got a tent going in my boxers faster than you can imagine! I laid down on my bed and listened to the going's on from the next room. And like any red-blooded American male, gave in to the hormone lift the neighbors were causing and started to pay attention to that tent in my boxers. The couple's voices got louder and louder with their moans more emphatic. They must have been practically screaming for their voices to carry over the TV. I sure didn't mind though, as my stroking picked up pace to "fast and furious"! And only a couple minutes later it became quite clear that the man was cumming -- and you could tell from the sound of it his orgasm was really intense! My own climax followed right on his tail and I shot all over the place. Quite the nightcap! I got cleaned up, went to bed, watched the end of some movie and the news, then turned out the light. The TV next door got turned off soon after the couple's fun and games were over so the night was now very quiet. I was just beginning to fall asleep when I heard the woman next door again. I couldn't believe it! Her voice was softer this time though -- sounded more like cooing than anything else. I was amazed at how clearly I could hear her even with a wall between us. Modern construction equals paper thin walls, I guess. From the sound of her coos, mixed with sudden quick gaspy screams and the lack of any male-type sounds, I figured her guy had gone down on her. I couldn't hear him at all and she was certainly enjoying whatever was happening to her. This lasted for several minutes, then quiet followed. Good, I thought -- though it was fun, now I could sleep. That's what I thought ... until a couple minutes later when I heard the male voice come clean through the wall with a firm, drawn out "Ohhhhhhh , God!" His continued moans -- loud moans -- along with the lack of any female voice seemed to confirm my suspicion that he wasn't the only one who likes to go down on his partner. Up went the tent in my boxers. Down went my hand to the fly. Out came my raging hard-on and I started a slow stroke to the second act of the evening's entertainment. After a good deal of time only hearing his moans, groans, grunts, and the like, all went quiet again -- but not for long. Her voice soon returned along with his and they were at the full-on wild thing again. And once again my explosion came hand-in-hand with theirs. [puns intended ;)] Sleep came fast upon me and held me until about 3:30 a.m. when I heard a knock at my door. As I became more awake, I realized the knock wasn't at my door, but rather on the wall behind my headboard. And the knock didn't stop. It was slow and rhythmic as my favorite couple's headboard (or something) repeatedly hit the wall. I couldn't hear any voices, just the steady soft banging. The banging continued for a few minutes (as did my own personal banging -- again! -- how could I help it?) until out of the silence rang the guy's voice both yelling and laughing "Oh! Yeaaaaaaahhhh!" The "yeah" turned into a steady laugh of deep satisfaction and was joined by hers -- obviously entertained by his throaty laugh of the most ultimate pleasure! Friggin' fantastic. As I fell back to sleep I chuckled to myself as I wondered if I was going to have to pay extra at check-out for the entertainment! No surprise that I didn't need an alarm clock the next morning ... They were at it again at 7:30 and needless to say the sun wasn't the only thing that had risen in my room :) Four times between 10:00 p.m. and 7:30 a.m. the next day -- admirable! I was hoping to catch a glance of my entertainment as I left the room to check-out, but no such luck. Probably should have slid a Thank You note under their door...