Listening in the Hotel Room

When in the this year´s holidays, I masturbated more than usual. My hotel was in Croatia and built with paper thin walls obviously.

I had been so lucky to hear the mature couple in the adjoining room making passionate love about four times a week. If their children witnessed their mom and dad in bed, I don´t know. Maybe.

I shivered with anticipation every evening anyway.

My fingers developed an incredible speed flicking my clit, when I heard the certain movements. Their panting, moaning and bednoises drove me almost crazy then.

My fantasy was stressed by the fact, that I heard just some puffing, giggling, words, tossing and turning of their bodies, but not the distinct rhythmical fucking sound very often. My clit gave me some answers. Naughty, naughty, I can say....

Her screaming or his orgasmic grunting triggered my self-induced climax at last.

After the first week I was rubbed raw, because I didn´t want to do without my usual daily finger gymnastics. In addition to the hours hard work, when listening, was too much for the little goblin in the bush.

So I had to buy some lubricant and slow down my ecstatic rubbing.

In the three weeeks I have been stimulating myself about 35 times spending about the same number of hours to use Mother nature´s drug.