Two doors in case of fire

This is a true story.

Have you ever been in one of those hotel rooms where there is that disconcerting door in the room?

You walk into the room, weighed down by baggage and tired from travelling, ready to sling your shoes off and drop everything with a sigh. Finally you've gotten here, there's the bed, higher off the ground than your own bed at home, just like hotels often have. the White sheet tucked inexplicably tightly around the last third of the duvet. There's the weird little chair and desk in the corner. You click the bathroom light on and there's the fan whirring away. All pretty standard.

Then there's the door. A relic of old fire regulations? It must lead to the next room, I wonder. Its already dark and I flick off the lights, sure enough, having a peek under the door I can make out another door and a slither of light beyond. Yep, it's another room, as expected.

Unpacking doesn't take long and everything is hung on those hookless hangers that you have to sort of reconnect. Tomorrow's clothes ready to go. Quick shower and then down to the bar for a bite to eat. A couple of beers downstairs, charged to the room of course, work can pay for those, along with the light evening meal. Now back to the room....

As I reach the lift I someone else has just got in there before me, they stick their arm out to pause the doors, even though I had plenty of time before they closed. A moment of eye contact and a nod of thanks before I reach down to press my floor. The button is already lit but I press it again and the doors slide shut, signalling the start of the clanking ascent up to the third. A polite bing precedes the doors opening and I motion for her to go first. As she nips out infront I get my first chance to appraise my co-passenger. We're both turning right onto the same wing of the corridor and I reach in to open the door for her. She's a business woman of some sort, not that I know much more than that. It's just the feeling I get. Neat, smart, pencil skirt? Is that what they're called? Blouse buttoned under her open jacket. One of those little wheeled cases with the long pull out handle. She's slightly older than I am and smiles warmly in appreciation of the assistance with the door.

To both of our slight amusement we both stop at the same time. We're neighbours. Click, the ket card releases the door latch and we both disappear into our rooms.

It's time to put the tv on and relax for me but she's probably unpacking.

Some time passes and I'm in bed, slightly and pleasantly bored, when something makes me jump. A phone is ringing, and it's not mine. I look around and realise it's from next door. She answers,"Hi honey, yeah, made it, bit of a nightmare.."

I'm surprised to hear that there seems to be almost no sound proofing between the rooms and, even though I try not to, I can hear every word she says. I can even here her kick her shoes across the room. Something soft hits the bed, I'm sure she's taking off that blouse, her skirt, my mind focusses everything it can, my hearing is all that matters right now, the tv is muted.

I wonder why I'm being so nosey, but the chance to be almost that fly on the wall isn't something that occurs in one's life very often is it? Admonishing myself for being so naughty I listen to a fairly mundane and short conversation about her trip, when she'll be back and how she hopes the meetings will go. Soon she says goodbye, see you soon, and everything is quiet. I find i've been holding my breath a little, obviously finding the whole experience quite exciting.

I hear her walking, then a click, the bathroom fan starts whirring. The shower starts. She hasn't closed her bathroom door. My mind begins to picture her, soap, shining wet skin, her curves, wet hair down over her shoulders, face up into the hot water stream.

I find i'm getting myself a little aroused at the naughtiness of it all. The shower stops, the click, the fan keeps whirring. A towel, some steps, more towel, she's drying. Soon, with a contented sigh she falls onto the bed, the springs creek. Again she exhales, glad to be relaxing and her tv starts to chatter away.

I look at my phone. A thought occurs to me. It's naughty. I dismiss it. Immediately. How could I? It would be the most rediculous thing I've ever done. But I do kind of owe her.... and what if.... what if she enjoyed it?

Perhaps it was the anomnyity of hotels, the fleeting nature of being there? But, with butterflies in my stomach and the blood rushing through my head I pick up my phone, hold it to my head and take a deep breath. A voice in my head asks why I'm holding my phone, but I dismiss it, maybe it's a prop, like method acting or something.

"Hi honey! It's only me... how are you?" I say, fairly loud, not shouting of course, but as loud as someone who was happy to speak on the phone to a loved one might be, especially if they didnt know how bad these doors were at insulating sound.

My ears strain to hear her nextdoor. Nothing. Why would she react?

"Yeah, all good thanks, bit of traffic, no problems, good idea to set off early, what?" I pause

"Yes! Absolutely, of course I do! Would be better if you were here though!" I emphasise the YOU and the HERE.

"You know what I mean" I smile to myself nervously, feeling a bit of a fool.

To myself I continue "So....... what are you wearing?"

I pause, her bed springs creek a little.

"Oh really? Well, I dont like the sound of that, you should take it off" I say, pausing..... has she turned her tv down too? I find I'm turned on, visibly, I look down at the duvet I'm under, the bulge is obvious, this turns me on a little more.

"Perfect, and what about the bra?" I tease.

Her tv is silent.

"Is that everything? Good, that's better honey.... now what?" I ask nobody.

"If you want me to? Shall I take them off? Im only wearing my briefs, the black ones." A slight creek of her bed. I feel like i'm talking directly to her now. It helps me feel like a real call is happening.

"Ok, hang on...." I noisely kick off the duvet and peel off my briefs, swatting them at the floor.

"Ok, let me just turn off the tv first" I click it off and my room is almost pitch black. The light from under her door is the only light.

"Ready" I wink, aiming at her door. It feels naughty, and is, quite frankly, a rediculous thing to do.

Now she knows I'm naked, and I assume she's listening, her tv is off, and I know from experience she can hear my every word.

My heart beats and my cock is stood rigid, I can't see it so I reach down with my spare hand. It feels electric, so good, to touch. I gasp involuntarily, then sigh.

"Ok, but it would be better if it was your hands" I whisper, loud enough to hear.

"So what would you do if you were here?" I ask.

"Would you stroke me hard? Or soft?" I begin, slowly.

"That feels nice" I murmer. It does feel nice.

"Yes, I'm doing it" I try to picture my neighbour. I wonder if she's enjoying it. Surely she would put her tv on loud if she didn't want to listen.

"So good, I wish I could see you..." she does want to listen.

"MMMhm, so good, what? Wow, babe, that sounds so..... fucking hot." I grimace a little and begin to masturbate properly. Stroking up and down, the full length of my long, hard cock.

"Can you hear me?" I ask, directed at my neighbour, who I imagined now was turned on, perhaps her fingers stroking those tits, hidden under that blouse no more. Tracing down to the wetness between her legs. Feeling naughty, feeling like a voyeur, listening to my intimate call.

"Can you hear this...." I ask. shifting myself down to the bottom of the bed now. Stroking myself fully, wanking as loud as I dare. Letting out a genuine moan of pure erotic sexual pleasure.

"I want you to listen, I want you to listen and play with yourself" I instruct her.

I look down at the light under my door. There a slight change in the brightness. She has moved closer to the door. He feet obscuring the light a little.

"mmmm, I wanking it so good for you, so fucking good" I gasp. It does feel so good. So naughty.

"I want you to listen" I felt so very hot. I knew she was listening.

I paused. "Let me hear you". I stopped stroking. The denial; exquisite ecstasy. I hear her, the most delicate of sounds, a feint wetness.

"I hear you, it's so sexy" I stroke myself a few times and pause abruptly. Silence. Then a little gasp.

I think about my neighbour now, leaning on the wall, her fingers between her legs, listening to me.

It pushes me further "If you were here I'd let you tie me down, yes, by the hands, you could climb on me, yes, wearing those sext animal print pants, and the bra, and you could...." I am overcome by the urge to pump my hard cock quickly.

I compose myself again, listening.

"yeah? Would you tease me first? Suck my cock?" I ask her.

"and then what?" I let her imagine her answer.

"And then would you climb over me, if I begged you? And....." I quickly wank, unable to stop myself, the pleasure almost tops the maximum I can handle, I pause, breathing hard.

"yeah, ride me, ride me hard, and fast" I'm so close now, the situation turning me on incredibly, I have to work hard to stop myself cumming.

"ride me how you like it. Yeah, fuck me" it feels dirty to be saying it outloud. I wonder how close she is. I think about what her tits must look like, small, pert, so sexy.

"make me cum, yeah, fuck," I'm gasping my words as I pump the length of my hard cock.

"I want to hear you cum for me" I tell her, pausing, my cock tingling.

My ears strain against the silence.

Then I hear her, a muffled, hand over the mouth intake of breath.

"I hear you! I'm cumming... fuck" I pushed myself over the edge, feet over the end of the bed, knees bent, shoulders on the bed, I began to cum, what felt like a long hard pump of hot cum flew up and down onto my flat stomach, then another

"aa-ah" I gasp, half holding my breath. Another pump of my cock releasing another load of cum. And another. I feel it's hot wetness on me. I'm shuddering from the pleasure.

"Fuck, so good!" I sigh. Contented. Silence again. The light shifts under the door. She's moved away. Her bed creeks ever so quietly, she's creeping into bed.

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did" I ask her. Knowing she would not reply.

"Ok, I need to clean up, love you, bye". I put my phone down, and even go to end the call. Smiling to myself at the blank lockscreeen I take a deep breath and enjoy the feeling.











I pass her the next morning, she does a double take on the way to the breakfast seating, as I walk to reception. There's a slight hint of a smile while I take her in, from head to toe, taking a mental snap shot for when I recount the previous night to myself, or my wife.

I drop off my key card and walk into the bright morning.

What is it about hotels eh?