Distracted

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The light shone through the crack in the door of the hotel room. You were alone, as was I, the children being downstairs in the games room with “her” – I hated having to share the room with her instead of you. But for now, that was the situation. She had accidentally left the door unlocked, and it hadn’t closed fully, so when you walked by it, you could easily see it was open. You peeked through the tiniest crack between the door and its frame, and could see straight into my room, right at the beds. You knew that I was in, since it was agreed that she would take the kids downstairs for an hour or two, to let you make some phone calls and take care of some business, and I was planning to do the same. It was Friday afternoon, and we both needed to take care of things before the weekend, especially being six hours away from home. You looked through the door. It really wasn’t like you to snoop, but you saw the door open. You told yourself you were making sure everything was all right. You saw some movement in the area of the bed, and realized it was me. You saw me as I walked from the bathroom to the bed and lay down. The lights were on in the room, so there was no mistaking what you saw. You put your head close to the door frame and looked more closely, and you could make out clearly that I was lying on the bed, wearing a pair of grey, cotton gym shorts, and a red t-shirt. I had white athletic socks on, but no shoes, as I lay on my back on the bed. You remembered that I had gone down to the exercise room earlier, so my attire didn’t surprise you. Sex hikayeleri You watched me as my hands made their way to my shorts, and you watched as I lifted myself off the bed, at the same time sliding my shorts down my legs and off of me. You watched as I lay naked from the waist down on the bed, and you watched as my hands moved down to my cock. You’d seen my cock before, but only in images; videos sent a long time ago, and to be honest with yourself, you hadn’t really looked that closely at it. But you had watched me before, masturbating for you on video, as a show of trust between us, and to arouse you. You had long since deleted the videos, or so you told me, and you only vaguely recalled the image of me sharing with you one of my most intimate moments. I had never wanted there to be any question that I trusted you fully, without any reservations, and the videos had been a way of showing that in concrete terms. In my mind, there was nothing that made me more vulnerable, to you or to anyone, than sharing such a personal moment, and I trusted you never to take advantage of me having opened myself up to you in such a way. And in the time since then, you never had given me any reason to question that trust. But now you thought to yourself, you were breaching that trust. Looking at me through the door, quietly, secretly, watching me once again at my most vulnerable and at such an intimate time. Without me knowing you were watching. You questioned yourself, wondering if this surreptitious observance was somehow breaking the Sikiş hikayeleri unspoken pact between us of trust. You couldn’t stop watching. Your face right against the door frame, watching me as I lay on the bed, my hands both manipulating my cock, starting out flaccid and pliant in my hands, but so clearly visible to you. It seemed so unimposing in that state, so soft and gentle, and you marvelled at how I stroked it with both hands, alternating, and gently massaged it, to bring it to life. You watched me, intent on not missing a stroke, as my cock slowly grew erect, as it extended in length and expanded in girth. You could clearly see from your vantage point the strength of its hardness, the gentle curve in the shaft as it grew to its full size. Now it seemed to be the cock you remembered from the videos. You remembered all the times we had spoken about my cock, about my sexual experiences in the past. How I had never really described it myself, leaving it to the words of others. How I had met that woman out of town during business, and had the solitary encounter in an office, my first time straying from fidelity, and how she had pulled my cock out of my pants and commented, “nice piece” before taking me in her mouth. Or the make-out session in a colleague’s SUV in an underground garage, unexpected and almost on a lark, when she grabbed me through my pants and said, “nice equipment”. Or the comments from a certain mutual friend, about my “beautiful cock”. You knew me better, though. You knew that when I conveyed those comments, Erotik hikaye it was never to brag. You knew my comments that a cock is just a cock, and I never claimed to have the biggest, the thickest, the most anything when it came to that department. If anything, I downplayed my cock, and always any boasts were about my oral skills. You’d seen it anyway, I figured, so why try to build it up into something it isn’t. Yes, you remembered my cock from the videos. And you found it pleasing, aesthetically. You could imagine yourself, and you had imagined yourself at least on one occasion, taking my cock into your hands and stroking me the way you saw me stroking myself on the video. And on one occasion, you had imagined taking me into your mouth. You had seen me ejaculate in one video, and you imagined the feeling as I did so in your mouth, imagining how I tasted. Now you watched me again, but this time it was in real time, no video and no opportunity for editing. You watched through the crack in the door as I held my rigid cock in my hands and stroked it, slowly at first. You noted that I did not seem to be using any kind of lubrication, just skin on skin, and you watched as I stroked up toward the head of my cock how the skin would be pushed up somewhat on my cock, toward the head, the flesh still being soft and pleasing despite the rigidity of my erection. You looked through the door, your head tilted so your eye would be as close to the crack as possible, maximizing your view of the scene. You watched as I lay half naked on the bed, and from the side you could see the flesh of my buttocks against the floral print bed covers, and above you could see the low hanging testicles in their sack, probably hanging low after I had been exercising downstairs earlier and generating body heat down below.

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