When I entered my hotel room and began unpacking, I noticed a small hole in the wall, slightly visible from the corner of a painting. My curiosity piqued, so I removed the painting to take a closer look. I couldn’t believe what I saw – it was a perfect peephole into the room next door! As an avid fan of voyeurism, I knew this would be my lucky night.
I quickly realized that room 12B was occupied by a good looking couple who seemed eager to enjoy their private room. The woman, let’s call her Emily, couldn’t have been more than twenty-five years old. She had curves in all the right places and an air of innocence about her that made my heart race.
On the other hand, her partner was a man in his sixties with salt-and-pepper hair. He exuded confidence and experience, which only added to my fascination with their tryst. I decided to rearrange the furniture and pull up a chair beside the hole, so I could settle down and enjoy the show. As I watched them through the hole, I could resist touching myself gently.
As they made out passionately, Emily’s hands roamed over his broad chest while he caressed her round ass. His fingers slid under the waistband of her panties, tugging them down as she moaned softly. He took advantage of her vulnerability and moved his hand between her legs, spreading her pussy lips wide open.
“Oh God,” Emily whimpered, arching her back in pleasure. I watched intently, my own fingers dipping into my wet folds, mirroring his movements on the other side of the wall. His middle finger slid inside her pussy, stretching her tight hole as he pumped it in and out.
“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, leaning down to kiss her neck. “I can feel how wet you are for me.”
Emily nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wider to give him better access. He continued fucking her pussy with his finger, adding a second one to fill her up even more. She let out a high-pitched moan, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
“That’s right,” he coaxed. “Let me hear you scream.”
His dirty talk only seemed to turn Emily on further. With both hands now busy fingering her pussy, she reached down to unbutton his pants and pull out his cock. It was long and thick, standing erect like a flagpole as she wrapped her delicate fingers around it. She stroked him slowly at first, but soon picked up the pace, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside her.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, thrusting his hips forward to meet her hand. “You’re so good at this.”
I watched as Emily took the initiative to straddle his lap, positioning his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She slid down onto him slowly, impaling herself on his massive erection while I mimicked her movements with the vibrating dildo I brought on my trip. The vibrations sent shockwaves through my body, making me even more aroused by what I was witnessing.
As they began to fuck, their bodies moved in perfect harmony. He thrust upwards into her, filling her completely with each stroke. She bounced on his lap, grinding herself against him as she chased her own pleasure. Their moans grew louder and more urgent, echoing through the thin walls of our rooms.
“Oh God, I’m going to cum,” Emily panted, clenching around his cock as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. “Please don’t stop!”
He didn’t miss a beat, continuing to pound into her with relentless intensity. I could see the strain on his face as he fought against his own impending climax. His eyes seemed to lock onto mine through the hole in the wall, but I couldn’t be certain.
“I want you to cum inside me,” Emily begged, leaning down to kiss him passionately. “Please fill me up with your cock.”
With a roar of pure lust, he finally gave in and surged deep within her. His cock throbbed as he pumped his hot cum into her pussy, marking her as his own. I watched their faces contort with pleasure, knowing that they were both lost in the ecstasy of their shared release.
As they lay tangled together on the bed, catching their breaths, I carefully replaced the painting over the hole in the wall. My body still hummed with arousal from what I had just witnessed – and participated in.
I reached for my dildo again, determined to finish myself off before I fell asleep. With every thrust of the toy inside my pussy while rubbing against my clit, images of Emily and her older lover danced through my mind. The memory of their intense passion only seemed to fuel my own desires even further, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
As I finally tumbled over that precipice into sweet oblivion, I couldn’t help but wonder if they had heard me moaning through the wall. Perhaps our little tryst would become a shared secret between us – one that neither of us would ever forget.
