I guess I ought to start with explaining how I’m sat here, naked, in the hotel room of a couple I’ve only just met, watching them fuck.
I suppose it began at check-in, another solitary stay at another nondescript hotel for me courtesy of work. There was a queue and I’d glazed over perving at the mighty backside of the rather larger lady and her husband being served ahead of me. Lost in the moment, I didn’t realize a second receptionist called me over; that was where this all took root.
Anyhow, after that distraction, my normal routine kicked in. I went to my room, dumped my stuff, changed out of what I’d been traveling in and cleaned up. I checked on the place’s restaurant opening times and made a beeline out of the four walls I’d be calling home for the next few days.