I have a couple hours to myself before I head out for the rest of the day. Instead of getting ready, I’m grinding my needy cunt against my wand. The way it rumbles on my clit feels fucking incredible. I’m absolutely dripping and I won’t stop until I cum multiple times. I love taking advantage of these bits of alone time to give pussy what it craves.
In less than 5 hours my husband will be out of the house for the rest of the day. So the second that front door closes I’m stripping down, grabbing my wand, and completely losing myself. I can already picture grinding against it until my legs shake, porn playing in the background while I make myself cum over and over again until I physically can’t take anymore.
I’m already dripping with anticipation. This week has been nonstop and I’ve barely had a second to touch myself, so now every nerve in my body feels desperate for attention. My clit is throbbing, my mind is filthy, and the thought of finally giving myself exactly what I’ve been craving all week has me absolutely ravenous.
A girls’ mini weekend getaway meant one thing…hotel time. There’s something about a hotel room that always does this to me… the anonymity, the quiet, the sense that anything could happen behind a locked door. It makes my mind wander and my body ache.
I’ve never exactly shied away from a little risk, but I wasn’t about to touch myself quietly as they slept. So when they decided to head out for breakfast, I played it perfectly,
said I felt off, needed more sleep. They didn’t question it.
The second the door clicked shut, my pussy pulsed. It needed my attention.
I slipped out of bed, shedding layers until all I had on was an oversized T-shirt brushing against my bare skin. I dragged a chair over to the window and sat down, admiring the view of a town still waking. I instinctively I spread my legs wide. One draped over the arm rest, another with my foot propped against the glass.
The street below was quiet, but not empty… and the thought jolt someone could look up, even for a second, sent a thrill straight through me. My pussy twitched in anticipation.
I leaned back slightly, sliding one had between my legs to explore my wetness. It was so much more intense in the open light of the window. My head fell back as I let out a soft moan. I didn’t try to stop it, i didn’t have to. My fingers circled my aching clit slow and soft at first, building more intense with each pass. Fuck it felt incredible. I let myself get lost in the fantasy. What if someone could see me? What if there was someone standing in their window, hand firmly gripping their cock, stroking to the stranger across the street rubbing her cunt?
I slide two fingers inside me as my other hand continued to work my clit. Both hands in unison spun me into a frenzy. I was practically bucking my hips into my hands, moaning loud as my eyes scanned the street. I needed to cum.
When it finally hit, it was sudden and overwhelming…my body tensing, breath catching, everything tingling before letting go all at once. Moaning and writhing in pleasure. “Fucking cum you filthy slut. Cum!” I grunted as my wetness flooded my fingers.
I stayed there for a moment after, completely still, riding out the aftermath, heart racing. I pulled my fingers out from my cunt and admired how they gloated with my juiced. .which eagerly licked clean.
I knew I should clean up before they got back. So I hopped into the shower…but it didn’t help. Before I knew it I found myself with the shower head between my legs as the water jets pulsated against my clit…easily coaxing another orgasm out of me….and then another.
By the time I heard the door unlocking, I’d just barely managed to pull myself back together….
There’s just something about hotel rooms