Masturbation

When I was a youngster I used to masturbate with my girl friend on sleep overs. We’d do it under the covers, then graduated to doing it on top of the covers. I’d sneak peeks at her pussy to compare it to mine as you always worry about these things when you’re younger. I’ve continued to masturbate but it’s never been a part of my sexual repertoire; masturbating during sex is like going to an all-you-can-eat buffet and having a salad. If a guy doesn’t get me off, or I’m left unsatisfied during sex I might get myself off after but always in private.

I continued with my appetite of private masturbation for quite some many years until one day I was travelling and turned up to my hotel too early to check in. I asked if my room was ready on the off-chance but it wasn’t, so I sat in the hotel bar to rest myself until it was. A man approached me to ask if I was leaving and I explained I was actually trying to book in but was too early. We talked a while and eventually he said I could wait in his room if I wanted, maybe have some wine too. I decided that might be fun so we headed off to his room.

As I suspected (hoped) it was mainly a ruse and we were soon naked. Sweaty, anonymous hotel sex is something that only occurs when you decided to tidy your pussy and wear nice underwear that morning even though you had no plans of having sex. There’s no place for embarrassment in sweaty, anonymous hotel sex as it’s when a total stranger gets to see you completely naked, from some very unflattering angles, when someone you only met a half hour ago has his tongue in your pussy, his fingers in your a*s, complimenting you on how wet you are. Sweaty, anonymous hotel sex is for when you’re horny but didn’t pack a dildo.

We sucked, we fucked, he took the johnny off and finished by spraying over my tummy. I was close to orgasm but not there, and not particularly caring about a stranger’s feelings I started to finish the deed myself, with great interest and glee from him. He watched intently as my fingers darted over my clit in circular motions, quickly bringing me to a shuddering orgasm.

I’m sure he knew he was not the first man whose surname I didn’t even know that I’d had sex with, that he wasn’t the first man to finger my butt while going doing down on me, nor the first man to spray his spunk on my belly, but I bet he had no idea he was the first man to ever see me masturbate.

I didn’t give him the pleasure of that knowledge, but I did leave my nickers behind after using them to clean the various fluids off my body, putting on a clean pair from my luggage, then leaving to check into my own room, leaving the sweaty, anonymous fuck behind.