By the sea, in the sun, is a magical hotel where all your wildest fantasies can come true. I can’t tell you where it is, or even what’s it called – you wouldn’t find it on any travel websites anyway. Only a select few are invited to stay, and even then they need the cash to cover the costs. Dreams don’t come cheap after all.
Truthfully, it isn’t the kind of place straight-laced, buttoned-up Gillian Greene would typically find herself, but it was one of the perks of her promotion. For twenty years she had been grinding and and clawing her way to the top, and she felt that she deserved an all expense paid, all needs met, no questions asked, trip abroad. Her colleagues had all been, and although they didn’t go into too many details they all raved about the place.
When she had booked the room there was a questionnaire that she had to fill out to make sure the hotel was able to cater to her needs. It had asked her some very personal questions probing into her deepest, darkest, most carnal of desires. Though Gillian wasn’t sure how to answer all of them. She didn’t know what she was looking for on this trip; all that she knew was she wanted to feel the unknown touch of a stranger. She didn’t need to know his name, or what he did for a living, nor where he saw himself in five years time. He didn’t need to be successful, or even good looking – she just wanted to feel the thrill of a strange man using her body for his own needs, just as she used his. That was all she wanted, and to feel safe and free from judgement.
Gillian had arrived at the hotel full of excited, nervous energy. Although she had been prewarned what to expect, she still wasn’t sure what she should expect – surely such a place didn’t really exist. She fell in love with her hotel room right away; it was big and airy, decorated in pastel blue and white, with a big four-poster bed and a balcony that looked out over the beach. The scent of the ocean along with the chatter from the beach-front bar wafted in through her open window. The hotel seemed to be alive with people, and possibility.
However, there was one thing in her room that Gillian wasn’t too sure about. Opposite the bed, mounted on a rail on the wall, was a full length painting, stretching from floor to ceiling. Its design was rather abstract, but Gillian thought when she squinted she could make out the blurry image of two naked people locked in an embrace. True, Gillian had never really been a fan of abstract art, but that wasn’t the thing that bothered her about it, it was what was behind the painting that bothered her. You see, behind the painting was a plain, unframed mirror built into the wall, but not just any mirror, it was a one way mirror that looked into the room.
The porter had shown her when he brought her luggage up. He had explained that on the other side of the glass was a booth, you could look into the bedroom but you couldn’t see out from it. Below, at about waist height was a hole, it was covered by a panel that could only be opened from the other side. They called the room the Peep Show Room, and based on Gillian’s answers they thought she might enjoy this feature – but if she didn’t want anyone looking in, or popping in, all she had to do was slide the painting back and she would have complete privacy. Gillian wasn’t sure how she felt about having her very own glory hole; it wasn’t something she had considered before. Still, she didn’t cover the mirror back up after the porter had left.
Alone in her room, Gillian eyed the mirror warily. Could there really be someone there, looking in? She could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, as if she was being watched. Surely, she thought to herself, that was just her imagination. Slowly, Gillian made her way up to glass, as close as she could, and cupping her hands round her eyes tried to peer through – just as the porter had said, she couldn’t see a thing.
Gillian tapped on the glass, and waited for a response. Silence, apart from the sound of the sea and her heart beating steadily in her chest. She then took a step back and saw that the panel over the glory hole was tightly closed. No one was there, it must have just been her imagination. Though that lingering feeling of being watched still hung in the air around her. Gillian shook her head, trying to shake off the feeling.
“You’re being silly,” she told herself, her hand hovering over the painting ready to slide it back.
She had wanted to change out of her travel clothes and put on something more beach appropriate – the sound of the ocean called to her, as well as the enticing thought of a refreshing sex on the beach – but she wasn’t sure if she wanted people watching her. If anyone was even there… Perhaps the porter had been making it up and it was just a regular, hidden mirror. Although it did seem to be a strange thing to lie about.
Of course, Gillian knew she would need to get used to such things during her stay here; after all she did watch a woman getting spit-roasted in the foyer of the hotel when she checked in. A few of the guests had watched them, openly masturbating, but for the most part people ignored them as if it were an everyday occurrence. Clearly she was out of her comfort zone, and she could either fight it, or embrace it.
Gillian’s hand dropped back down to her side, and she quickly checked her reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with her make-up, she tied her long, blonde hair into two fat bunches before turning to face the unpacked bag on top of the bed.
*
It was dark in the booth, the only light coming in through the tinted glass of the one way mirror. Grey stood, his hand stroking over over the already growing bugle in his shorts as he watched the girl behind the mirror flit across the room. Her back was turned, and she had no idea he was there watching her, touching himself to her.
She was petite and toned, her denim cut-offs and strappy bikini top doing very little to cover her bare bronzed body. Grey could tell that she went to the gym, and he liked a girl that worked out like him. Her bright blonde hair was tied into two bunches so that he had a clear view of the sun tattooed on the small of her back. Since she was still unpacking her suitcase Grey supposed that she must have just arrived. Besides from that he was certain he would have noticed her otherwise.
Caught up in his thoughts, Grey pulled down the waistband of his shorts, releasing his thick, girthy cock from its confines. He licked his lips hungrily, and wondered how she would taste if he ran his tongue across her supple body. Beneath the taste of body wash and the slight salty tang of sweat, he reckoned she would taste sweet, like a peach.
“You really have no idea,” he muttered under his breath.
And she really didn’t as she leaned over and pulled a rectangular box out from her bag. Grey wasn’t sure what it was at first, and he didn’t really care, but the word orgasm in silver letters caught his eye and he realised that it must have been a toy of some sort.
His grip tightened round his cock. “Are you going to fuck yourself silly for me,” he purred. “You do that you dirty little whore, just along as I get my turn.”
Unable to hear him, the girl bent over beside the bed, her per perfectly sculptured little ass sticking up in the air directly in front of him. Her cheeks sticking out from the bottom of her denim shorts. How long had she spent on the treadmill perfecting that tight little body, just so that he could ogle her? Grey let out a grunt, louder that he had intended as he picked up the pace. He held his breath for a moment, not yet ready for her to discover him, but she didn’t turn around. Instead, she opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table and shoved her box inside before closing it shut again.
“You going to turn around for me,” Grey muttered. He was disappointed that she wasn’t going to use her toy, but he was eager to see the rest of her. He hoped she had a pretty face, and that her tits weren’t too small.
As if she had heard him, the girl stood and turned to face the mirror. He looked approvingly across at her flat stomach and modest sized tits, his hand running gently across his shaft as he did so – he didn’t want to ruin the moment by coming too soon. His gaze then settled on her face, on her high cheekbones and puffy lips. But as he looked closer, he realised that she was actually older than had thought. Much more so. Late thirties, maybe even forties. Old enough even to be his mother.
Grey felt a twinge of disappointment. He wasn’t really into milfs, no judgement to those who were, but he preferred them young and bouncy. Preferably inexperienced. But, yet… there was something about her. Perhaps it was the pigtails, or maybe it was the look in her big brown eyes as she looked around the room, completely unaware of him standing there watching. Her eyes lingered on the mirror for a moment, as she ran a finger along her pouted lips, checking that her lip gloss hadn’t smudged. She smiled, before turning and making her way across to the dressing table. There was something so free and unencumbered about the way she moved without realising that she was being watched. She had an air of naïve innocence to her that Grey found irresistible.
“You have no idea what I am capable of,” Grey muttered. Leaning up against the tinted window, Grey began jerking himself harder through gritted teeth. His ragged breath steaming up the glass.
Oblivious, the woman picked up a tote bag from the back of a chair and began rummaging around inside, picking up things from off top of the dresser such as sun cream and chewing gum to put in. Not that Grey was paying too much attention to what she was doing; he was enjoying watching her go about her business, unaware of his looming presence.
Satisfied she had everything she needed, the woman then picked up her keys and headed to the door. Realising that she was about to leave before he could finish, Grey quickly banged on the glass, and slid open the panel in the wall. She paused, her hand hovering over the handle. Grey could see the muscles in her back and arms tensed as she stood there poised. A smile spread across his lips as he watched her hesitating, her sweet ignorance falling away around her.
She turned. Her large brown eyes nervously scanning the room before settling just below the one way mirror. Grey forced his cock as far as he could through the tight fit of the glory hole. She stood wide eyed, mouth agape while Grey stood gently cupping his balls. Not that she knew that. Grey thought she looked genuinely surprised to see his dick there. He knew he was a big boy, and he wondered if she had ever seen one as thick as his. Was she scared? That’s alright, a little fear never hurt nobody – just as long as she wasn’t too scared to come near him. She had better not turn out to be a fucking cock tease.
“Just come here and take it, you slut,” Grey whispered under his breath.
As if on command the woman took a deep breath and placed her tote on the floor, before slowly making her way towards him. He watched her hips sway, her sharp hipbone poking out from the top of her shorts. If Grey could have reached her, he would have grabbed them and pushed her down on the bed. But since he couldn’t, he had to wait, standing there perfectly still as he dripped precum onto her floor.
*
Gillian stopped directly in front of the mirror. Leaning forwards she tried to peer beyond the glass, but all she could see was her own reflection staring back at her, her breath misting up the surface. Although she couldn’t see, she the feeling of being watched was stronger than ever, her whole body tingling with goosebumps, her stomach aflutter with a thousand butterflies. That was how it truly felt to be watched.
Hesitantly, her hand hovered over the dick protruding out from her bedroom wall. Her eyes remained focused on the mirror, desperately searching for whoever was stood just behind the glass. She could feel the heat of his cock radiating against the palm of her hand, and she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she thought she could feel his pulse throbbing through the air. Biting down on her lip, Gillian closed her hand round the shaft – her fingers barely meeting each other. Slowly, she began working her hand up and down.
*
Grey moaned, savouring the feeling of her small fingers gripping round his throbbing cock. Although he would have preferred it if she worked him harder, he enjoyed the timidity in her touch. Her uncertainty. A smug grin spread across his face as he watched her trying to peer in. He could be anyone for all she knew, but she was jerking him off anyway. She just couldn’t help herself.
“Good little skank,” Grey murmured under his breath.
She smiled then. A small, almost coy sort of smile, as if she had heard him and it had finally dawned on her that she was nothing but a play thing. Something pretty and shiny for him to watch, and use as he pleased. And at the realisation she began pumping him harder and faster, her grip round his shaft tightening, all so eager to please him.
She moved in closer, rubbing the head of his cock against her stomach. He could see the trail of precum shimmering against her sun kissed skin. Grey wondered how she would look with his cock stuffed inside of her. Any hole would do, he just wanted to know how tight she would feel around him.
“Take it in your mouth.” This time Grey raised his voice, hoping that somehow she would hear him over the thick glass that separated them.
*
Gillian had no idea who was behind the glass. Not his name, not what he looked like, or even if he liked what she was doing. All she could feel certain was that he was there, watching her. She could feel his eyes all over her taking in every inch of her scantily clad body. He wanted her, and she wanted an experience.
Moving in closer, she pressed herself up hard against his cock, and sunk down slowly to her knees. As she did his cock brushed up her tits, up along her delicate neck and across her chin. Licking her lips, she then took him in her mouth, opening her jaw as much as she possibly could.
*
Grey gasped as she took him in her mouth. It felt warm and tight and he bet that her breath tasted like mint. He wanted so badly to cum inside her. Defile her clean little hole with his spunk.
*
Gillian’s jaw ached from spreading it so wide and forcing the cock as far into her mouth as she could. Her chin was already dripping with drool. Is this what he wanted? Gillian looked up, and of course she couldn’t see anything, not even the mirror from so low down.
He then began to thrust, his thick cock ramming into the back of her throat. There was no doubt then he was going to cum in her mouth and she would just have to take it. But she welcomed it. The thought of being just a hole turned her on, her hand sliding down under her bikini bottoms as she knelt down taking his dick in her mouth.
*
It didn’t take Grey long. No more than a few thrusts. She was clearly hungry for him, and although he couldn’t see her properly he could see that she was playing with herself. His desperate little cum slut. With one final groan, he shot his load in the back of the throat. He could feel he gagging around him, but he kept on going, milking every last drop into her greedy little mouth.
*
Gillian tried to swallow it down, but there was so much. It poured out of her mouth and down her chin, dripping onto her tits that were now spilling out of her bikini top. When he had finished using her, he withdrew back out of the hole, sliding the panel back after him. Licking her lips clean, Gillian looked up at the mirror, hoping for one passing glance of the man she had just sucked. But of course all she could see was the white walls reflected back in glass.
Perhaps it was for the best she thought to herself, wiping the cum off from her. It would only ruin the illusion otherwise. They probably could never live it up to the picture in her head. With that thought in mind, she picked herself back up to her feet. Her hand hovered over the painting, contemplating whether she should close it again now, or wait to see what would happen next… if anything.
She needed to clean up, but she was so turned on from her experience that she was almost praying that he would stick his dick back through again. She needed more. Perhaps if he was still there she could tempt him out. Pulling down her shorts, she slid her hand back beneath her bikini bottoms and began desperately fingering herself.
She didn’t know if he was still there, her body felt too hot and sweaty to feel him watching. But the thought that he might just be, was enough to keep her going. If he was still there she was certain he would appreciate the show, and would surely take pity on her. Leaning against the glass, Gillian furiously worked her fingers in and out her soaking wet pussy. She began to pant, and she wondered if he was there if he could hear through the wall.
Gillian could feel her legs begin to buckle as she slapped her hand against the glass. She was so close… There was a scraping sound, and Gillian looked down to see a penis thrusting itself from out of the wall. Different from the one before – not so thick, but longer. It looked as if it could impale her.
Gillian knew now that she would never be able to see through the glass, but she looked back up, and staring directly into the mirror winked. She then turned, and pulling down both her shorts and bottoms in one swift movement, backed herself up against the wall. She didn’t get very far until she felt something hard pressing up between her cheeks. Gillian gasped, she wasn’t quite ready for that.. yet. Grinding her hips, she rubbed her cunt against the throbbing head. She could feel the excitement radiating off from him.
Reaching round behind, Gillian used her fingers to part her lips as she slid herself down the length of the shaft. She could feel him stretching deep inside her, reaching previously unknown parts, as new desires stirred inside her.
Gillian moaned out loud, “Fuck me.” Of course who was the other side of the mirror couldn’t hear her, but she was too aroused that she could barely contain herself. Not waiting for him to take control, Gillian began grinding her hips, working her tight lips up and down the entire length of the shaft.
“Yeah like that,” she moaned as she found a spot she liked she could feel herself bubbling up inside. Somehow sex with a complete strange through a hole seemed so much more easier and straight forward, like she could just do what she wanted. She slid her hand down her body began rubbing her clit. Her moans filled the room as she slammed herself up and down along her new favourite toy. Her knees buckled as she came. Her new playmate followed shortly afterwards.
When they were both finished, he then withdrew, closing the panel behind him. Gillian could feel his cum dripping down the inside of her thigh. She was done now, and as she caught her breath she quickly slide the painting back in place before any more dicks showed themselves. After all she had a whole hotel to go and explore.
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