In the Hands of Hannah

As I wrote before in my previous stories, my work usually takes me to places far from home where my colleagues and I stay in hotels. Sure it's fun and adventurous at the beginning, but moving around and living from a suitcase becomes a bore really fast. As is constantly having a roommate. You can have the most luxurious room in the world, but especially after a long days work, it's nice to have some privacy. 

We're usually on the road for 2 or 3 weeks at a time, and for a guy like me, who likes to cum at least once a day, that can seem an eternity if you have to manage your masturbation.

In the years I guess everyone has learnt their little tricks. After hearing my roommates jerking off in the showers I perfected that technique by bringing my waterproof mobile phone with me to muffle the tell tale rythmic splashing sounds by listening to music as I jerked my cock.

It is also no surprise that it was in these conditions I found out how amazing it is to cum in some old boxershort. I remember telling my friend Dave about it. He just laughed, "it took you so long to figure that out, huh?"

Dave and I know echother from outside of work too. I consider most of my colleagues friends, it's just that some friends are more friends than others. During a coffee break Dave was jokingly confiding in me that he was having a rough time coping with the lack of privacy. I assured him I was dealing with the same issues and needed to think of something quick. 

Seemingly out of nowhere Hannah sat down next to us; "What are you guys talking about?" 

"Nothing!"

"Yeah, I bet."

Hannah was Marc's girlfriend. Marc was one of our friends who was working on another project, leaving Hannah to work with us. Hannah was a cool hardworking girl who really made an effort to be "one of the guys" and gained a lot of respect for her work as well as her attitude.

"God, I miss Marc!", she blurted out after some uncomfortably silent seconds. "

"Join the club! This lack of privacy isn't helping much either."

"Right! I'm sharing my room with Linda, she never goes out! It's driving me up the walls!", Hannah complained. 

"What are you complaining about? You can help yourself any time you want", Dave snapped back.

"I'm not like you guys, me and Linda aren't sword fighting with our cocks all evening! We're ladies!"

"Sure you are", we all laughed, "I mean you don't have to worry about cleaning up all the cum after you're finished."

"Oh, if you guys don't think I leave a puddle after I'm finished you're fooling yourself. But besides that, when I finger myself I like to set the mood first; get a towel, put on some music and relax."

Dave and I were taken aback by Hannah's straightforwardness and she seemed to enjoy our the blank stares she caused. "I don't know how Linda does it, I track her pussy constantly."

"W..what do you mean?", I stuttered. "Well, you know when guys think that girls are always naked when they're sharing a room?"

"....yeah?", I could feel my throat drying up. "It's true.."

She gave us a wink and left the table.

Needless to say I was furiously jerking off that evening in the shower. Even my roommate felt it necessary to mention it. "It sounded like you really needed that!" "Dude, you don't even know!"

The next day Hannah joined us for lunch: "You guys jerked off last night?" Dave didn't get the opportunity, but I was proud to admit it. "You?" "Not even close."

This went on for a few days. We made a game out of it, challenging each other. For me it became easy. I was managing the project, so I could cut lunch short and do computer work in the office. Hannah and Dave were well aware of this and always made fun of my sudden drive to get back to work. 

But it was still just Dave and myself. Poor Hannah still did not get the privacy she so desperately yearned for. Dave and I were doing fine, but the sexual frustration was eating away at Hannah.

Then came that one evening when we had a poker night in my room. I always had drinks prepared so often a group would come by for a nice evening of watching movies or, like in this case, a friendly evening of poker. 

We were having a nice evening when, after an hour or so there was a knock on the door. Lo and behold, it was Linda! Dave and my eyes met in a flash and we both had to smile; someone had the room for herself tonight!

I waited a good half hour before I decided to go check in her; to knock on her door to show her we knew. I assumed she would have been finished with her dirty deed, so I softly knocked; "having fun in there?", I asked, not too loudly. I grinned as I was ready to walk back to my room when the door opened. Hannah's head just poked out: "It's you! For fucks sake; come in!" Her hair was messed up and she had a definitive blush on her cheeks. I followed her in quickly, not quite  knowing what to expect. She was wearing the hotel bathrobe and pointed at her laptop. "I can't get the friggin' internet to work!"

"Ok, let me check."

"Do you want a beer?", she asked, always the perfect hostess. "Does the pope shit in the woods?" She giggled as she disappeared into the kitchen area. As she came back, holding two beers nothing was holding her bathrobe shut. Offcourse we were mates, but nothing could prepare me for seeing her body like this. "Here you go, can you find out what's wrong with it?" My stunned silence made her look at me. "Ha! You thought I was joking when I said us girls were naked in the evening?" She stood up, opened her robe and swung her hips from side to side, proudly flashing her sweet pussy. Her candidness shook me back to reality. "There's not much I can do, you ran out of internet credit." 

"Typical! The one evening I can get off and there's no internet! You must have some kind of porn with you, please help me out here!"

I stumbled to get my phone out of my pocket, not quite sure what to think of this situation. Hannah just grabbed it out of my hand and started flicking through the galleries. "Nothing??"

"Of course there is, how long have we known each other? It's in a vault app.", I replied, defending the fact that I had porn on my phone. 

While I was opening the app and putting in my password I couldn't help but look down her robe. Her body was beautifull, still a bit wet from her shower. With one hand she was holding the phone, with the other she was touching herself between her legs. I almost felt sorry for her, she seemed consumed by her lust, desperate for release. 

As she was going through my folders she complained: "Do you only have lesbian and solo stuff on your phone? No cocks?"

"Well...I have some shemale stuff on there too.."

"Shemales? You pervert. You know there's no such thing as women with dicks, it's just men with tits. But I guess it will do. Wait, what is this?" A big grin appeared on her face as she made herself comfortable in the sofa and spread her legs wide for me.

"What...?" And then it hit me; I also had pictures of myself in my hidden folders. Not just pictures, but videos of me jerking off.

"Oh god I needed this!" Hannah sighed as she bucked up her hips to rub her pussy better. There I was, stunned by the sight of one of my friends passionately rubbing her pussy in front of me, while watching me jerking off on my phone. 

A banging on the door interrupted my staring, "Open up, it's the police!" I rushed to the door to open it, only to find a slightly drunk Dave smiling at me. I pulled him in "Sssshh! We're kind of in the middle of something!" 

"Hi Dave", Hannah smiled, her legs still spread, parting her pussy lips for Dave.

"Sweet Jesus", Dave managed to whisper as he unbottoned his pants without moving his eyes from Hannah's pussy for a second. 

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked Dave while he was pulling on his stiffening cock. "Are you kidding? Look at her!" Dave dropped on his knees in front of Hannah, as if surrendering to her pussy, "what are you fingering yourself to?" "Him jerking off!" she pointed to me.

Hannah showed Dave a video where I shot my cum on a mirror. "Haha! Nice one! I bet I'll beat that distance now though!"

"Yay! A cum-off!", Hannah cheered!

Seeing two of my best friends masturbating in front of me while watching a vid of me jerking off was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

I dropped to my knees next to Dave and pulled out my cock. I proudly pulled back my skin and the shiny swollen purple head was there for all to see. 

"Oh yessss", Hannah hissed as she dropped my phone to squeeze one of her breasts. 

Dave and I looked at each other and bumped our cockheads together as to say "cheers", and started jerking off, slowly, watching Hannah. Hannah seemed to enjoy the show as she leaned back increasing the speed of her rubbing. Besides some heavy breathing next to me I was not even noticing Dave as I was focussed on seeing one of my best friends spreading her wet pussy for me, encouraging me to masturbate quicker. "Hurry up guys, I don't know how long Linda will stay away." With that said Dave grabbed my shoulder and let out a big stream of cum as he grunted. It hit the towel Hannah was sitting on and a bit splashed on her leg. Hannah in turn plunged two fingers deep inside herself as the sight of two if her friends jerking off made her cum: "finalyyyy!" Her hips started convulsing as a small trickle wettened the towel she was sitting on. Seeing this pushed me over the edge and with one last pull I pulled back my foreskin and let my swollen head erupt in a wave of cum. 

The three of us were exhausted and were laughing; "Well, I'm glad we got that out of our systems!"

Suddenly we heard the key of the front door; Linda was back! Dave and I hoped back in out pants, trying to get our softening pricks back in. We rushed out, trying to avoid eye contact. "Hi Linda, bye Linda!"

"What the fuck?" As we ran away we could hear Hannah stumble some excuse.

The next morning Hannah seemed so much more relaxed. "Did Linda suspect anything?", I asked carefully. "Our living room smelled of cum all night! What do you think? But don't worry, she was kinda cool about it. I promised to clean it all up and as I did I could hear rythmic shower splashes, so I guess she got to have some fun too."

Linda turned out to be a true friend and realized that Hannah needed her privacy. She went out more often letting Dave and I visit Hannah regularly, and even having Marc join us via Skype.

Good times....