This seems to be a recurring theme
It hasn't happened recently, but in my travelling life, more times than I can count.
Long drive yesterday, got to the town I was going to relatively late in the afternoon, so I ate before I checked in to my hotel. I don't sleep in shitholes anymore, so the room was nice. I sat up reading, surfing and answering emails until I started nodding off because I ate late enough that I really did not want to wake up to acid reflux. Closed up my laptop and took a shower and crawled into bed.
I was pretty much out instantly, which is not normal for me in a hotel, but, I was awakened at about 1:30AM by some noise. Normally, I am a light sleeper, but the combination of being really tired, having a good meal and the hot shower before bed had me fumbling around a bit before I realized that once again, someone was having way more fun that I was.
I am not sure if it was the room next door or up one floor, but the rythmic pounding and a bit of squeeking (both from the bed and the gal getting pounded I believe) was loud enough to have me sitting there in the room wondering, why me (or perhaps it was why not me...not sure anymore because I was tired.)
I thought to myself, ok...I will let them have their fun. In the past I have pounded on the wall or ceiling and have occassionally yelled something on the order of "finish up already!" But, this is a vacation town I am meeting in and I thought, well it will be over soon.
In my younger days, this would have been voyeuristic and arousing....now, I am usually just jealous and irritated at being disturbed. But, it had been a good 5 minutes since I was awakened and I assumed it had to have started well before I woke, so ....it can't go on much longer right?
Wrong...as I looked at the clock, the minutes ticked by and the rythmic pounding continued....Jesus, this guy is a jackhammer. The gal's squeeking became more intense and finally transitioned to low moaning and a very obvious finish on her part, but the pounding continued....Did she have some sort of machine up there?
Finally, after about 40 minutes of patience on my part, I heard some muffled words and then several grunts and the once rythmic pounding became the obvious short slow thrusts of a finish for the guy.
"Finally!" I yelled. I turned off the light and went to sleep dreaming of my younger days.
@Bleed You weren't upstairs on the third floor at the Hampton were you? 😘
Long drive yesterday, got to the town I was going to relatively late in the afternoon, so I ate before I checked in to my hotel. I don't sleep in shitholes anymore, so the room was nice. I sat up reading, surfing and answering emails until I started nodding off because I ate late enough that I really did not want to wake up to acid reflux. Closed up my laptop and took a shower and crawled into bed.
I was pretty much out instantly, which is not normal for me in a hotel, but, I was awakened at about 1:30AM by some noise. Normally, I am a light sleeper, but the combination of being really tired, having a good meal and the hot shower before bed had me fumbling around a bit before I realized that once again, someone was having way more fun that I was.
I am not sure if it was the room next door or up one floor, but the rythmic pounding and a bit of squeeking (both from the bed and the gal getting pounded I believe) was loud enough to have me sitting there in the room wondering, why me (or perhaps it was why not me...not sure anymore because I was tired.)
I thought to myself, ok...I will let them have their fun. In the past I have pounded on the wall or ceiling and have occassionally yelled something on the order of "finish up already!" But, this is a vacation town I am meeting in and I thought, well it will be over soon.
In my younger days, this would have been voyeuristic and arousing....now, I am usually just jealous and irritated at being disturbed. But, it had been a good 5 minutes since I was awakened and I assumed it had to have started well before I woke, so ....it can't go on much longer right?
Wrong...as I looked at the clock, the minutes ticked by and the rythmic pounding continued....Jesus, this guy is a jackhammer. The gal's squeeking became more intense and finally transitioned to low moaning and a very obvious finish on her part, but the pounding continued....Did she have some sort of machine up there?
Finally, after about 40 minutes of patience on my part, I heard some muffled words and then several grunts and the once rythmic pounding became the obvious short slow thrusts of a finish for the guy.
"Finally!" I yelled. I turned off the light and went to sleep dreaming of my younger days.
@Bleed You weren't upstairs on the third floor at the Hampton were you? 😘
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