In the hotel

At the Hotel

Today, for the first time, I saw a woman masturbating… No, she didn't see me and wasn't aware of my presence, absorbed in her own business. When I entered, she was rhythmically plunging her fingers into herself, and she had no time for me. I needed to leave, but I froze and held my breath, so hypnotized was I by this sight.

She was lying with her feet towards me on an ordinary hotel cot, right in the middle of a slightly rumpled bedspread. Her head was slightly turned towards the wall and also rested on the bedspread, as her strongly arched back and buttocks were on the pillow. I couldn't make out her face, no matter how hard I tried. From the front, only a chin protruded,

which obscured the rest of her face. It was framed by jet-black, loose hair scattered to the sides. And it even seemed to me that she was lying with her nose buried in it.

But the lower part of her feminine charms lay before me, as if in the palm of my hand, seemingly specially raised on the pillow and thrust out for me to see…

A tremor of excitement seized me. And at the same time, I felt that if she saw me here, I would sink through the floor… And yet, I couldn't move even a finger, so as not to scare away such a spectacle. From that moment on, I absolutely wanted to watch everything to the end…

Her raised legs, bent at the knees, were slightly parted, but just enough for one hand to fit between them; the other lay beside her buttocks, occasionally toying with the fabric of the bedspread. The woman's body was very young and seemed perfectly clean and smooth, like silk!

I found not a single flaw on it, except for one small pimple on her left thigh. Her pubis and all around her vulva were carefully shaved so that it seemed a child lay before me! And between her legs, an amazingly beautiful vulva was on display, as pure as the rest of her body. Spread open by her fingers, it easily reminded me of a living bud of a young rose. And even a droplet of clear water, frozen on one of the petals, resembled fresh dew.

The woman, blissfully squeezing her thighs, quietly moaned in time with her impatient movements. She would insert a finger or two and rotate them inside in circles, then move them back and forth again… and rotate them again, with each exhalation emitting a sweet moan. And this went on for a very long time. I didn't know what to do with myself. I was enveloped, as if in a fog, by a sweet languor, and inside, a fire was growing, ready to consume me whole! But I stood nearby, like a statue, spellbound by the spectacle revealed to me…

I watched this woman, her every movement, and felt an increasing tenderness towards her; she didn't seem vulgar or crude to me. A certain feminine charm and innocence, perhaps, evoked in me respect, a surge of the brightest and most tender feelings for her.

It seemed she hadn't had a man for a long time, and she was slowly and self-forgetfully surrendering herself on the altar of lust. She pleasured herself as best she could. And she could do only a little. She primitively caressed herself inside with her fingers, enjoying their movement, which very much resembled the movement of a male member, sometimes taking them out. And with these movements, characteristic squelching sounds came from her vulva, indicating that she was already approaching her orgasm and transparent fluid was overflowing within her. It began to appear more and more frequently at the entrance or trickled in thin streams through her perineum onto the bedspread. It would hang from her fingers when they pulled away from the opening and stretch viscously after them…

Her flower no longer closed around the opening, and it gaped with light pink edges, glistening with moisture and receding into a darkness that beckoned me. Stroking herself around it with trembling fingers, she again plunged them inside and moved them within…

Strangely, she never once stroked her clitoris, which had grown out from under the petals and hung down as an impressive protrusion, and only monotonously plunged her fingers into herself… And yet, the tension grew, and the woman trembled more and more often with her whole body, immediately squeezing her thighs and freezing… quietly wailing! A tremor ran in waves over her excited body, like a light ripple on the sea's surface… but as soon as they subsided, she would part her legs again and continue caressing herself with her fingers.

Her moans were so tender, so tremulous, that even the skin on my back prickled with goosebumps…

And she interrupted herself more and more often, froze, and even more powerful tremors ran through her… and even I began to wish she would finish this spectacle sooner and release me to my room, but she continued to caress herself. And it seemed to me that time had completely stopped…

And then, finally, I noticed how she raised her entire pelvis upward, how her already flat stomach contracted…

And with a moan, breathing heavily, she began to jerk up and fall down frequently, trembling with her whole body…

Her hand shot out from inside and fell beside her buttocks. Simultaneously, the fingers of both hands gripped the bedspread in a death grip, bunching it into fists… And she thrashed about, screaming wildly with a hoarse, chesty voice… I saw how her entire vulva contracted and pulsed! It was an enchanting sight! And then a whole stream of transparent fluid gushed from it… yes, so much that it flooded her entire perineum and soaked through both the pillow and the bedspread…

It was a phenomenal orgasm!