“You look so fucking hot right now. A good girl being very bad. What would people think if they saw you getting pounded so hard right while you spread your legs and take it?”
She just closed her eyes and started breathing harder and moving faster.
“And with the blinds open even. Someone could walk by right now, and you know what they would see? Your naked body being pounded while your tits just bounce back and forth.”
She started grunting harder, and I could feel myself starting to boil. I wish I had porn star stamina sometimes, but porn stars don’t look like her and they don’t have sex like we do. As we were both getting ready to come, I could have sworn I saw motion out of the side of my vision at the window. A shadow briefly moved across the bed, which normally would have startled me during sex, but I was coming now and so was she.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”, I said as I emptied myself in her. She’s not usually one for bad language, but under the circumstances, it was all I was thinking. She came hard with a little whimper and kept it up for an unusually long time.
As we lay there feeling rather proud of ourselves, kissing and laughing softly, she said, “I thought I saw the light in the room flicker a bit.” I wanted to tell her that I thought someone had walked by and possibly spent a little time at our window, but I didn’t want to freak her out and have a celibate rest of the vacation. So I chose my words very carefully. “Well, I mean, I guess it’s possible that someone walked by on their way to breakfast or something, but it seems unlikely.”
“Oh. Well, they probably got an unexpected surprise this morning!”
All I could think was, “What the hell?”
******
We were not in a hurry to go down to the main area for breakfast, so it was close to 9:30 by the time we straggled in. I actually don’t mind sharing tables for hotel breakfasts with folks I’ve never met, but the place had mostly cleared out, so we took an empty table and sat down to eat. My wife is a relatively fearless eater by the standards of most women. She makes it clear that she doesn’t exercise to look like a supermodel, she exercises for the sake of waffles. Between the two of us gobbling down our favorite meal of the day, and our somewhat loud and animated conversation, we did not look like a couple of introverted people who wanted to be left alone.
At some point, there was a really attractive woman and her husband at the breakfast spread not far from our table, and she was looking over at us and smiling and it seemed that she was genuinely enjoying our happiness and occasionally making eye contact with us. As loud as we were talking, she couldn’t help but be part of the conversation. At some point, I saw her very slightly struggling with the DIY waffle maker.
Being the gallant gentleman that I am, I got up, covered the approximately 5 feet between us and said, “Did you need some help with that? I am the local waffle expert.”
“Is that really a thing,” she said.
“Oh sure. I actually have a degree in waffleology from Breakfast University.”