[MF] Listening to my prudish female co-worker having sex in the hotel room next to mine.

Whenever I travel for work, I usually travel with Greg, my cubicle buddy & the life of the party within the office, or Lynn, the 46-year old skinny redhead that was as much of a workaholic (both inside and outside of the office) as she was social. I’ve traveled extensively with Greg to many training seminars (he loves the strip clubs), yet have never traveled with Lynn.

As my luck would have it, I would be traveling with Lynn alone this time. I didn’t look forward to it, considering that I thought that she was incredibly uptight and all about work. No lie, Lynn seemed to be just a straight-up bitch. While on the plane to Philadelphia, she bored me with work schedules and stuff, until eventually I just tuned her out entirely. Even inside of the airport, she seemingly would not shut the fuck up about anything. My thinking at the time was “Great, I’m stuck with a boring-ass bitch that rarely has fun.”

We get to our hotel late in the evening (around 8:30 PM) and go to the hotel bar for dinner. We agree to briefly discuss work until we meet first thing the next morning to go to our work site. There were other travelers in their business clothes eyeballing Lynn from across the bar, as well as myself. For her age, Lynn passes for someone who is more on the MILF-side of anything, being slender with C-cups, shoulder-length red hair, glasses that covered light blue eyes, and an average looking ass on her 46-year old divorced mother of two. I thought to myself “If only you weren’t such a hard ass, Lynn” while thoughts of me kissing her lips and sucking those C-Cup breasts pressing against her tight sweater entered my mind while I listened to her go over our work schedule once again.

Nonetheless, I had to leave Lynn to her being in work-mode (even at the bar) and eventually went upstairs to my room around 10 PM. I called my faux girlfriend (or fuckbuddy, whatever you may call it) and talked about my flight and such, and turned off my light at around 11 PM. Lynn had the room next to mine, and I heard her door shut around the time that I turned my light out. While I lay in the dark under the sheets in the nude (as I often do), I heard a man’s voice in Lynn’s room, along with Lynn’s. They were talking loud, and I realized that the walls were a bit thin. As they were talking (and laughing) loud, I could understand some of their conversation. After 15 minutes, it was quiet, but that only for a couple of minutes. First, I heard Lynn’s bed creaking. I took me some time before I realized that Lynn and the mystery man were having sex. First, I tried to ignore it, but as the creaking became louder, I knew there was no point. I got turned on myself. I think that at first, Lynn and the mystery man tried to keep it down, but after 10 minutes, they gave up. She started to gasp. The creaking of the bed became louder and I could hear the sounds of flesh smacking flesh. The tempo of penetration increased as well, and the gasping became moaning. I got out of bed with my dick semi-hard and moved to place my ear on the wall to hear the two of them in greater detail. After 10 more minutes, the penetration became even faster, and mystery man was now penetrating her at full speed. Her moaning wasn’t moaning anymore. She was grunting in a way that seemed muffled (as if she had a pillow over her face), yet it was still loud enough to the point where I didn’t have to put my ear close to my wall anymore. This went on for 45 minutes, full speed penetration and her grunting like it was the most intense orgasm ever. I was really impressed by hearing Lynn and Mr. Mystery Man fucking like bunnies for almost an hour.

What happened next was amazing. After I started getting hard for the second time that evening (I had sprayed a creamy load of hot man-juice on the hotel’s beautiful emerald carpet), Lynn’s mystery man apparently changed position and starting fucking her so hard that she starting moaning louder instead of grunting. I could even hear a different type of flesh slapping, as if the guy’s thrusts and balls were hitting Lynn’s average-looking ass (or so I had originally thought). The mystery man stopped, then started again, and Lynn yelled “Ouch, goddammit! Get some fucking lube out of my purse first.” This lucky bastard apparently wanted to fuck her tight ass! Now this shit started getting good, as I dropped load #2 (this time on the floor and couch). These two must have fucked for another 10 mins, until there was finally silence. Another 10 minutes later, I heard Lynn’s door open and shut, signifying that Mr. Mystery Man was done for the evening.

In the morning, I met up with Lynn at breakfast. She looked great, and seemingly a little more relaxed than the day before. I smiled at her as I adjusted the tag that was sticking from out of the back of her sweater, and it was seemed to be clear that she knew that I heard her marathon fuck session from the night before. She looked kind of embarrassed by her blushing, which was hot as well. Not missing a beat, Lynn brought up the topic of the day’s work reports as we sat down at the table. While her thoughts were on Excel spreadsheets and strategy, my thoughts were on how I could pound that average-looking ass of hers with my own dick for the night that lay ahead.

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