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I stay in motel rooms often, typically a couple nights a week for work and I haven't yet figured out why they make me so horny but start masturbating as soon as I get in the room. Then a soak in the hot tub while I recuperate and go for round 2 and sometimes 3 upon returning to the room. Sometimes I'll start round 2 while still in the hot tub but don't finish until I'm back in my room.
 
Illinoisguy1980 said:
What is it about hotels that you just can’t wait to dive in and get down to it over and over again? I can’t wait til December so I can again ;)
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Last time I stayed in a hotel I found a sex shop nearby where I bought a cock ring, An anal toy, oil, and a fleshlight. I had a good stay!!! Left the curtains open in the hope someone might see….!
 
Yes standing in front of the window naked stroking my cock. Wishing a lady look at the window an see me. If she smiles and stays watching id cum onto the window for her. I can always hope.
 
I spent a week at the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Vegas for meetings and was getting antsy. A friend arranged a blind date for me, assuring me that have "benfits".

Before heading to the bar, I stepped outside to enjoy the sunset on the balcony. I was on the 28th floor, so balconies at that height made me anxious. I watched the sun sink in the sky and noticed I wasn’t alone; a man on the balcony next to me was also watching the sun. I made an awkward comment about the beauty of the sunset, and he replied.

We started to talk. He was there with his wife, attending a wedding at the hotel that night. I explained my job in REDACTED, which intrigued him. It was a pleasant conversation, and he was legitimately charming. In fact, I was jealous he wasn’t available. I called him Mr. Perfect.

We talked for nearly half an hour until his wife came to chastise him for not being ready. I stepped back out of sight. I’m not sure why; there was nothing inappropriate about our conversation, but I didn't want him to get in trouble if she was that kind of person.

I went to the bar to meet my date, and to get straight to the point, it wasn't great. He looked like he belonged in The Sopranos: leather jacket and gold chain. I could smell his cologne from across the bar. I was polite, enjoyed the meal, and even paid the bill. I mentioned that I had a midnight flight, so I said goodbye.

I walked around and gambled, but by 11 PM, I was done and returned to my room to shower, put on a robe, and let my fingers do what they do best. I sat, opened the robe, leaned back, opened my legs, and got to work. Other than getting laid in a hotel, masturbating myself in a hotel is my second favorite activity.

I smelled weed and looked around. It was Mr. Perfect from next door, enjoying a joint on his balcony. He didn’t see me; he was getting high as he enjoyed the city lights.

I captured his attention, and we continued our conversation from earlier. His wife had too much to drink and was completely unconscious. Since his night was not going to end as he had intended, he was using the weed to help him sleep.

I then told him why I was on the balcony. What did I care? I didn't know him and sooner or later, I wanted to get started.

“Go right ahead,” he offered. Don’t mind me. “

I saw it as a challenge—a thrilling challenge. Never challenge me; I will always come out on top. I reminded him that it was the best way to fall asleep. A good release prompts the release of oxytocin, which is essential for a restful night’s sleep. He might also want to consider trying it.

I think you can see where this was going. We agreed a mutual masturbation session could solve all our problems. And, since we were not even in the same room, it wasn’t like he was cheating (you decide, but I say no).

I turned the chair to face his balcony, laid back, and opened my robe, letting him enjoy a view of the slightly unkempt jungle.

He commented that he missed pubic hair on women, to which I replied that I did, too, hence my black forest. I could see he was enjoying the view.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled out a very nice-sized penis. I began to work myself up as he stroked along. There were so many things at work here. I was on a balcony where I was afraid of heights. I was masturbating for the pleasure of a stranger whose wife was asleep on the other side of the wall. It felt so wrong, yet it felt amazing.

I let out a few moans as I approached climax, and I could see him stroking harder. I’m not sure if we hit a mutual orgasm, as I tend to close my eyes when I hit lift-off, but I was able to see him fire off ropes through the balcony railings, which then fell 27 stories to the ground. I will say it was one of my most intense orgasms from a solo session. I don't know, is mutual masturbation a solo event? Maybe, maybe not. But I got off, and so did he.

We both sat there, a little breathless. I felt we wanted to exchange information, but I also knew it wasn't a good idea.

I slept well, and I assume he did too.
 
WendyTrilby said:
I spent a week at the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Vegas for meetings and was getting antsy. A friend arranged a blind date for me, assuring me that have "benfits".

Before heading to the bar, I stepped outside to enjoy the sunset on the balcony. I was on the 28th floor, so balconies at that height made me anxious. I watched the sun sink in the sky and noticed I wasn’t alone; a man on the balcony next to me was also watching the sun. I made an awkward comment about the beauty of the sunset, and he replied.

We started to talk. He was there with his wife, attending a wedding at the hotel that night. I explained my job in REDACTED, which intrigued him. It was a pleasant conversation, and he was legitimately charming. In fact, I was jealous he wasn’t available. I called him Mr. Perfect.

We talked for nearly half an hour until his wife came to chastise him for not being ready. I stepped back out of sight. I’m not sure why; there was nothing inappropriate about our conversation, but I didn't want him to get in trouble if she was that kind of person.

I went to the bar to meet my date, and to get straight to the point, it wasn't great. He looked like he belonged in The Sopranos: leather jacket and gold chain. I could smell his cologne from across the bar. I was polite, enjoyed the meal, and even paid the bill. I mentioned that I had a midnight flight, so I said goodbye.

I walked around and gambled, but by 11 PM, I was done and returned to my room to shower, put on a robe, and let my fingers do what they do best. I sat, opened the robe, leaned back, opened my legs, and got to work. Other than getting laid in a hotel, masturbating myself in a hotel is my second favorite activity.

I smelled weed and looked around. It was Mr. Perfect from next door, enjoying a joint on his balcony. He didn’t see me; he was getting high as he enjoyed the city lights.

I captured his attention, and we continued our conversation from earlier. His wife had too much to drink and was completely unconscious. Since his night was not going to end as he had intended, he was using the weed to help him sleep.

I then told him why I was on the balcony. What did I care? I didn't know him and sooner or later, I wanted to get started.

“Go right ahead,” he offered. Don’t mind me. “

I saw it as a challenge—a thrilling challenge. Never challenge me; I will always come out on top. I reminded him that it was the best way to fall asleep. A good release prompts the release of oxytocin, which is essential for a restful night’s sleep. He might also want to consider trying it.

I think you can see where this was going. We agreed a mutual masturbation session could solve all our problems. And, since we were not even in the same room, it wasn’t like he was cheating (you decide, but I say no).

I turned the chair to face his balcony, laid back, and opened my robe, letting him enjoy a view of the slightly unkempt jungle.

He commented that he missed pubic hair on women, to which I replied that I did, too, hence my black forest. I could see he was enjoying the view.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled out a very nice-sized penis. I began to work myself up as he stroked along. There were so many things at work here. I was on a balcony where I was afraid of heights. I was masturbating for the pleasure of a stranger whose wife was asleep on the other side of the wall. It felt so wrong, yet it felt amazing.

I let out a few moans as I approached climax, and I could see him stroking harder. I’m not sure if we hit a mutual orgasm, as I tend to close my eyes when I hit lift-off, but I was able to see him fire off ropes through the balcony railings, which then fell 27 stories to the ground. I will say it was one of my most intense orgasms from a solo session. I don't know, is mutual masturbation a solo event? Maybe, maybe not. But I got off, and so did he.

We both sat there, a little breathless. I felt we wanted to exchange information, but I also knew it wasn't a good idea.

I slept well, and I assume he did too.
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Awesome story
 
JodyLynn said:
I travel a lot for work and there is nothing better for me. I like when I am put to n one of the upper floors, I live the curtains open somewhat and from this point only do everything mindful from stripping to dressing finally to pleasuring myself.
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Would love to see that or be sitting in the corner of the room watching. 🫠
 
JodyLynn said:
I travel a lot for work and there is nothing better for me. I like when I am put to n one of the upper floors, I live the curtains open somewhat and from this point only do everything mindful from stripping to dressing finally to pleasuring myself.
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Is it strange that I'm the same way? When I end up on the ground floor I'm fairly reluctant to open the curtains, but a few floors up?

It's even better doing this when you're not alone in the room (which is tragically rare when I travel for work)
 
JusticeGrey said:
Is it strange that I'm the same way? When I end up on the ground floor I'm fairly reluctant to open the curtains, but a few floors up?

It's even better doing this when you're not alone in the room (which is tragically rare when I travel for work)
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Love this
 
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