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Through the Keyhole
Paul went to this conference with his business partner Matt because he thought he would have a good time and get in some good networking, but so far neither has happened. Now, the cable has gone out in the shitty motel room that he's staying in. However, when Matt stumbles home from the bar with a young lady that he "networked with", Paul is in for a show he'll never forget!
This 3000 word story features voyeurism, masturbation, and some hot hotel room sex!
He heard voices in the hallway. It was a male and female voice, both obviously intoxicated and trying to whisper but failing miserably. The woman had a high pitched giggle that cut through the thin walls like a razor. Paul closed his eyes and prayed that it was the room across the hall that the keys were jangling in drunk hands for. Then Matt swore and the door opened and slammed into the wall, causing the female to giggle again, and then slam shut again. Paul rubbed his hands through his hair, wondering if he could take some allergy medicine and sleep through the woman's giggling when a light shone through his dark room from the keyhole. Paul sat up, thinking he would let Matt know he was there by banging on the thin door. When he got to the door a strange impulse to look through the keyhole took him. He stood at the door for a moment before dropping to his knees and peering through the hole.
His eye adjusted to the light in the other room quickly, the room a mirror image of his own. A cheap full mattress stood in the center with two economy nightstands on either side with gaudy lamps. From his doorway, he was staring at the bed head on. Matt was standing by the small desk by the door, pouring another drink from a bottle of wine. The woman was perched on the bed, a pout on her face as she tried to turn on the TV.
“Matty, the TV won't work.” She whined as she sat the remote and her wine on the nightstand. She was really hot, Paul thought. She was only a little shorter than Matt, and she had great curves. She still had on a white silk blouse and a light pink skirt that hugged her ass. He could see her bra through the shirt, pushing up a pair of nice C cup tits. The matching light pink jacket and heels were on the floor in a pile by the door. Her dark brown hair was up in a messy bun, as she chewed on a pouty pink lip about the TV.
Paul wondered how Matt was going to get some and he wasn't. Matt was average height and build. He had sandy blonde hair and the perfect smile for a realtor. His picture looked good on the housing signs, but Paul couldn't see why she had chosen Matt. Paul figured it was probably the alcohol.
“Rachel, we didn't come up here to watch TV anyway. God, you look fucking fantastic!” He slurred his speech, but it made Rachel beam at him. Paul heard a clink as Matt sat his glass down. Suddenly Matt flew through the air and tackled Rachel onto the bed. She shrieked like a little girl, as he pushed her down and started feeling her tits through her shirt, his hands sliding across the silky fabric. She pushed him off of her and stood up.
“Take off your pants Matty. You should get comfortable.” She put her finger up to her mouth in an attempt to be coy. Paul didn't really want to see Matt naked, but he couldn't tear himself away from the door either. The keyhole was just large enough he could see the bed well, and the door was flimsy enough he was able to make out their every word. He settled onto the floor in a more comfortable position to watch the rest of the scene play out...
This 3000 word story features voyeurism, masturbation, and some hot hotel room sex!
He heard voices in the hallway. It was a male and female voice, both obviously intoxicated and trying to whisper but failing miserably. The woman had a high pitched giggle that cut through the thin walls like a razor. Paul closed his eyes and prayed that it was the room across the hall that the keys were jangling in drunk hands for. Then Matt swore and the door opened and slammed into the wall, causing the female to giggle again, and then slam shut again. Paul rubbed his hands through his hair, wondering if he could take some allergy medicine and sleep through the woman's giggling when a light shone through his dark room from the keyhole. Paul sat up, thinking he would let Matt know he was there by banging on the thin door. When he got to the door a strange impulse to look through the keyhole took him. He stood at the door for a moment before dropping to his knees and peering through the hole.
His eye adjusted to the light in the other room quickly, the room a mirror image of his own. A cheap full mattress stood in the center with two economy nightstands on either side with gaudy lamps. From his doorway, he was staring at the bed head on. Matt was standing by the small desk by the door, pouring another drink from a bottle of wine. The woman was perched on the bed, a pout on her face as she tried to turn on the TV.
“Matty, the TV won't work.” She whined as she sat the remote and her wine on the nightstand. She was really hot, Paul thought. She was only a little shorter than Matt, and she had great curves. She still had on a white silk blouse and a light pink skirt that hugged her ass. He could see her bra through the shirt, pushing up a pair of nice C cup tits. The matching light pink jacket and heels were on the floor in a pile by the door. Her dark brown hair was up in a messy bun, as she chewed on a pouty pink lip about the TV.
Paul wondered how Matt was going to get some and he wasn't. Matt was average height and build. He had sandy blonde hair and the perfect smile for a realtor. His picture looked good on the housing signs, but Paul couldn't see why she had chosen Matt. Paul figured it was probably the alcohol.
“Rachel, we didn't come up here to watch TV anyway. God, you look fucking fantastic!” He slurred his speech, but it made Rachel beam at him. Paul heard a clink as Matt sat his glass down. Suddenly Matt flew through the air and tackled Rachel onto the bed. She shrieked like a little girl, as he pushed her down and started feeling her tits through her shirt, his hands sliding across the silky fabric. She pushed him off of her and stood up.
“Take off your pants Matty. You should get comfortable.” She put her finger up to her mouth in an attempt to be coy. Paul didn't really want to see Matt naked, but he couldn't tear himself away from the door either. The keyhole was just large enough he could see the bed well, and the door was flimsy enough he was able to make out their every word. He settled onto the floor in a more comfortable position to watch the rest of the scene play out...
22 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 15, 2012
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Cassandra Zara
247 books169 followersCassandra Zara: It's often said that reading erotica is mostly for women, but look closely guys: The girls in my books act in ways that you will NEVER see a girl act in a porno.
Cassandra Zara is a young woman in her 30s who has wanted to write the kind of fiction she'd like to read for a long time. It may sound cliché, but she really does love long walks on the beach with her husband. Her new baby keeps her plenty busy, but she's overjoyed to have people who enjoy her work.
Thank you for supporting an indie author. Anything you can do, whether it be writing a review, or even simply telling a fellow reader that you enjoyed this, helps keep my baby in diapers. Thanks!
Please tell me what you think and send me ideas. My email address is Cassandra.Zara@gmail.com and I'd love to hear from you!
Cassandra Zara is a young woman in her 30s who has wanted to write the kind of fiction she'd like to read for a long time. It may sound cliché, but she really does love long walks on the beach with her husband. Her new baby keeps her plenty busy, but she's overjoyed to have people who enjoy her work.
Thank you for supporting an indie author. Anything you can do, whether it be writing a review, or even simply telling a fellow reader that you enjoyed this, helps keep my baby in diapers. Thanks!
Please tell me what you think and send me ideas. My email address is Cassandra.Zara@gmail.com and I'd love to hear from you!
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