I woke up confused, and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “03:00” said the red digits shining back at me. Why did I wake up so early? I was turning back onto my side when I heard some noises coming from the neighboring room. We knew that the hotel was far from being the best, but having to listen to everything the neighbors did was too much. What were they doing banging on the walls at this time anyway?
And they didn’t seem to be stopping. I was getting so annoyed that I prepared to knock back, but then the moans came. Now I knew what they were doing at this time of the night.
I decided to wait until they finished. They had been going at it for some time already, so I assumed I wouldn’t have to wait much longer. But the groaning continued, while the rhythmic bumping on the wall interrupted their noises periodically.
I was getting impatient, and listening to the people in the room beside ours had woken up my libido. I thought that maybe if I touched myself I would calm down, and then I could go to sleep faster. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the moans I could still hear. When I lowered my hand to my nether regions I could already feel my wetness. I hadn’t known that I was getting so turned on by hearing others devouring each other. With my eyes still closed, I started to stroke myself, gently. I didn’t want to move too much, so as to not wake up my boyfriend, who still slept impassively beside me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about how wonderful it would be for him to wake up and help me out with what I was doing.
Thinking about his lips on my neck and the delicious touch of his hands on my butt when I mounted him, I accelerated my fingers. I was close to the climax, but no matter how much I touched myself down there, I wasn’t able to come. I needed a bit of help.
Trying to be as gentle as possible to avoid stirring him, I put my hands down his pants and I felt the shape of this penis, which had already woken up. Feeling him already erect, without needing anything else but his own dreams, excited me even more, and I knew I was on the right path to finally get to the end of what I had started.
Nonetheless, my caresses seemed to have been too strong and he woke up. Still half asleep, he moved his hand towards mine, a bit confused as to what was happening. When he got to me, his eyes opened wide, and a crooked smile insinuated itself on his lips. He bent towards me while he pressed my hand down harder on his penis. I went along with it and kissed him, long and hard. With a pull, he positioned me on top of him and he gripped my ass while we went on kissing. It was clear that we were going to have as good of a time as the people in the room beside ours.
The pajamas disappeared fast and we were left rubbing against each other in our underwear. My knickers were so soft that it felt like I was stroking myself with a silk scarf. His underpants mustn’t have been as comfortable because they quickly ended up with the pajamas, on the floor beside the bed. He moved my panties to the side and started to touch my lips. They didn’t pose any resistance and opened immediately for him. He went up to my clitoris, while I kept rubbing up against his member, which ended up drenched in my fluid. To get a better grip I grabbed onto his chest muscles, which drove me crazy every time I saw him topless.
I couldn’t hold back any longer so I grabbed him and put him inside me. He entered without any problem, but it was so unexpected for him that he wasn’t able to repress a loud groan. Suddenly, the sounds from the other room stopped. The headboard had stopped pounding on the wall, and the high pitched moans that told us how close our neighbor was to climaxing had stopped. We looked at each other and laughed, feeling sure that they had been surprised by how clearly the noise traveled through the walls. Maybe they felt more embarrassed than we did that someone else could follow their sexual adventures in real time.
After that short lapse, I started to move again, up and down. Slowly, so as to enjoy the moment as much as I could. My partner bit his lips, trying not to moan again. I guess he didn’t want to embarrass the neighbors even further. But I am not so sensitive to other’s shyness, so when I changed the movement–from the front to the back, with his penis glued to my front wall–and I started to feel the need to moan due to my clitoris rubbing against his abs, I did. He couldn't contain himself any longer and started to moan too.
But a surprise awaited us. Right after our chorus, the banging and moaning of the neighbors started again, even higher than before. All hell broke loose. The thumping of both beds synchronized, and became louder as we increased the pace, both couples at the same time. It seemed like we were talking through our groaning; when they moaned, we answered and vice versa. I wasn’t going to be able to restrain myself much longer, and I knew from the sounds coming from the other woman that she wasn’t going to manage it either. After a few more bumps against the wall, I heard her last moan, higher than the rest. That drove me overboard so that I also came immediately after. A chain of coming ensued, with my boyfriend and the other guy coming soon after us.
I lied down on top of my partner. We looked at each other and we started laughing. We couldn’t stop. What a surreal experience to tell my friends when we came back from the holidays.
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About the Creator
Erotic short story writer (bisexual). My stories center around female characters and their pleasure. Let's reclaim our pussies!