Another short story

Thank you so much for your positive reactions on my last story. As requested I’ll try to share more of my travel stories. Here’s a very special one I’d like to share with you.

During corona times we had a flight for a client to Singapore. When we landed the entire crew and our client tested positive. We had to go into a quarantine hotel. We each had our own hotel room and we weren’t allowed to leave for 14 days. I didn’t feel sick at all, and I totally understood the precautions that were in place but I never felt more lonely. Meals were delivered at our doorsteps and there was a Facebook group with other isolated guests to share information and also share needs or any questions we had during that “imprisonment” time. If a guest would leave they would share stuff they would leave behind and to find people who wanted to take stuff over from them like a chessboard or anything else that could ease the isolation time.

Someone posted into the group that she was leaving a small treadmill behind. I really wanted it, left my reaction and my room number but I was too late. Then someone from the group reached out to me and told me he has one of those exercise bikes and he was actually staying in the room next to me. I had heard him before as the room I was on was actually connected to his. Our rooms were part of a bigger suite and there was a door in between our rooms. He said we weren’t supposed to open that door but he wouldn’t mind if I would use his bike now and then if I felt comfortable with going into his room to take it. I was eager to have some kind of social contact and I really needed to move more. We agreed on Facebook and he opened the door to his room. He was in his sixties and I immediately felt comfortable with him. He was very friendly and had something charming. The first time we met we just kept talking while standing there in our own rooms with the required distance. Even though it was mostly small tak it was like we had to catch up on the social activity we missed for days. We agreed that I could move the bike into my room and use it for the rest of the day. I closed the door and finally could do some exercise. Around dinner time I knocked on the door , he opened the door and I gave back his bike. We talked a bit and when dinner arrived we left the door open while we conversed and each had our dinner in our own room. We bonded that night and we left the door open during the next days.

One evening I was taking a bath and as I stared at the ceiling I started fantasizing about him. That he would walk in at that moment, completely naked and we would make love in the bath tub. The thought turned me on so much I started fingering myself. Then I came to the naughty realization that our door was still open. I climbed out of the bathtub and even opened the bathroom door a bit. I climbed back in and continued. I moaned hard enough to make sure he could hear me. I knew he wouldn’t come in but I flirted with the thought that he could definitely hear me. As I came to climax I turned up the volume a bit extra to make sure he could hear me. I left our door open that night to give the hint. As I laid in bed I got so horny and waited and waited. But he never showed up. The isolation made me so sexually frustrated that I couldn’t sleep that night.

The next days we continued our social routine as if nothing happened. He was so casual that I wonder whether he even heard me or not. That evening we said good night and I gave him a strong long hinting stare and turned to my bed. I didn’t close the door as I normally had done. I waited again but he didn’t show up. I decided to play with myself as I had done the previous night but this time I was laying in bed. I moaned louder and I climaxed as loud as I could. It was ridiculous how loud and clear I was. He still didn’t show up that night. It made me feel so silly and frustrated at the same time. The next day I acted a bit grumpy with him. He was being so normal that entire day as if nothing happened. It made me feel even more silly and childish but he kept it up that entire day. I had dinner in silence even though the door was still open. That evening when I got ready for bed I still went to the door to say good night. He turned up from his night reading and casually said good night. He then reminded me that tomorrow would be his last day. I totally had forgotten. I felt even more silly. I turned around feeling more stupid than ever and went to bed. I regretted my behavior on our last day together. I thought about going over to him to give him a big hug to say thank you for the lovely time but the more I thought about it the deeper I sank until I fell asleep.

But then, late at night it finally happened. The door was still open, my lights still on and he had walked into my room for the first time. I was deep asleep and laid naked in bed. As I was still asleep he walked over to me and pushed his warm stiff erection into my mouth. I woke up while he was inside of me. He massaged my breasts firmly determined. I didn’t startle at all. It mainly felt weird to have a person so close to me during those keep-distance-at-all-times. But I didn’t pull back. I just opened my eyes and stared at him neutrally as I started sucking harder. I started playing with his balls. He started moaning harder and faster. I fingered myself at the same time and caught up with his moaning speed and volume. I mixed it up by jerking him off and sucking on his balls. It didn’t last long until he said he was going to cum. With his dick in my hand I shortly stopped and jokingly said something like “well thanks for warning me” and winked at him. He smiled shortly but the pause made it hard not to come. I told him I want him to come in my mouth and started sucking him harder as I moaned even louder. He came into my mouth and I still continued sucking, making him tremble hard until he had to pull out. I swallowed his cum and went up to kiss him. My lips and tongue were so warm as I kept fingering myself as I hadn’t climaxed yet. He went down on me and started licking me and fingering my butt. I hadn’t shaved in a week but I didn’t care. We were two savages that went wild on each other. I told him to fuck me and so he did. His dick was still hard enough and I kept fingering myself until I came. He laid himself next to me and held my naked sweaty body. The entire bed was wet from sweat but we didn’t mind and fell asleep until the next morning when he had to depart.

When he departed he got picked up by someone from the staff. The door between our rooms was still open and the staff member gave us a disapproving look and reminded me that that wasn’t allowed. We both didn’t care. we gave each other a last smile as he took his luggage and left. We never exchanged any contact details and never spoke after that adventure again. I think we both don’t intend to either. That tale was one that can only be experienced once.