His Sex Slave

May the 18th 2007 I have not been able to get this event out of my mind. A few weeks ago I was passing through a small town on business when I booked into a small hotel for a well-deserved rest. I was by myself and was looking forward to a quiet night with just a chilled bottle of wine, the television and myself. Kicking off my high heels and wiggling my tired toes in my stockings, I placed the pillows against the headboard and, leaning back into them, watched the television. Then I thought I heard a soft groan coming from the next room. The walls were unbelievably thin but I still turned down the sound of my TV so that I could make out the sound more clearly. And there it was, a very soft groan getting louder and louder with a rhythm of soft, primal sound. I felt (spiritually) close to the girl or women in the next room and this very private moment that I shared with her. It is hard to describe the exact sound, soft, honest, well meaning and well enjoyed. A moment she was sharing with her lover and a moment she shared with me. I was instantly turned on. A feeling I just didn't want to give up. Finally she experienced a strong orgasm and all was quiet. My own heart was left racing alone and in the dark. About thirty minutes later I realized I had dozed off as I awoke with a start to the same sound I heard earlier. They were back at it. A little recovery time and right back at it. My heart was racing again, my own juices flowing again with full force. I dreamed about hearing a knock at my door or going next door to offer my assistance. But I didn't move a muscle. I didn't want them to hear me in the next room and stop what they were doing. That soft groan got louder and louder but still with all of that same primal feeling. Once again, all went quiet. My two neighbors had enjoyed one another twice now, while I sat with my raging hormones ready to go. The thoughts crossed my mind again that I should go next door and bring my gift but I couldn't do that. I started to imagine what they looked like and how much fun it would be join them. I visualized the three of us together on the large bed, both enjoying as well as being enjoyed by each and every one of us in turn. My fingers had secretly found their way inside my panties and sought out my throbbing clit. The juices that had leaked from me onto the silky fabric were now damp against the back of my hand. It wasn’t long before I had taken care of my needs and soon fell asleep, happy and satisfied. I slept soundly with many pleasant wet dreams – perhaps I would be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of them in the morning at breakfast? I was awoken at 6am to the same sound of lovemaking in the next room. I could just take that sweet sounding couple home and make love with them all day. I was stunned to find, as I opened my eyes, that I was as horny as I had been the night before. But I had only just woken up. How long had I been feeling like that? I needed some relief but didn't get any. Have you ever had one of those days? I just lay there still again so as to not alert them that I was listening. It was such a pleasure to fondle myself and reach my own orgasm at the same time she had peaked with hers. "Ah, ah, ah, oh yesss,” again and again. They stopped as she gave a long, low moan but within half an hour or so, they were back at it again. I should have been noisier myself and perhaps they would have heard me and invited me to join them. I lay there for a while longer but I didn't disturb them. After I had motivated myself to get out of bed and take a shower and dress for my morning meeting, I went to breakfast. As I sat alone at my table, I looked over the other guests to see if I could see my neighbors but I think they must have both fallen back into some kind of exhausted sleep. One can always speculate on what was really happening in that little room, but I still have the memories, and it was these memories that tormented me all day until I finally arrived home late that night where I had no choice but to seduce Charles. I think he secretly hoped that I would go away rather more often if that was the way I returned home to him. Perhaps I should take him with me on occasion? Hmm, I think not – how on earth would a girl be able to really enjoy her free time …!