Have you ever resorted to covert masturbation?

It happened during the time I was working as a paralegal at a law firm.  One of the lawyers was Wendy, a 50-something, hefty and frumpy woman who was also loud and obnoxious.  There was nothing sexy about her at all.  I had to travel out of town with her for a hearing that was slated to last about a week, so the firm put us up in a hotel.  My sheer horniness led to covert masturbation in the hotel room.

That’s right, we shared a room.  Wendy insisted on it.  No, not because she wanted to seduce the young paralegal.  It was because she was cheap.  Not that there is anything wrong with that.  I like to save a buck wherever I can but we didn’t know each other well at all, certainly not well enough to bunk together.  I had no choice.   At least we’d be sleeping in separate beds, I thought.

Well, I was wrong.  When we were checking in, the front desk person informed us that due to a booking error, the only room available one with a queen sized bed.  She sighed and said we would take it.

“What? A room with one bed, are you kidding me?” I wailed.  

“Oh, come on, Sabrina.  Grow up.  It’s only for a few nights.  I’m not going to bite you.”  She rolled her eyes and shook her head as if I was a petulant teenager.  Clearly she had no idea how revolting the idea of lying so close to her was for me.

I decided to make the most of my time at the hotel by staying at the bar after dinner until about 11 p.m.  Wendy told me that she wanted to go to bed at this time and didn’t want me to wake her by coming in after that so I obediently came in the room at 11 p.m each night.  

On the second night, I met another guest at the hotel.  His name was Ron.  He was about my age at the time, 21.  He and I flirted at the bar and the more we drank, the more “touchy” we became.  At one point, he had his hand on my inner thigh and was rubbing my pussy with his finger.  

“Can we go up to your room?” he begged.

I shook my head.  “My boss is in there.  What about yours?”

He groaned and put his face in his hands.  “I’m traveling with my parents!”  he lamented.  What bad luck.  He walked me up to my room close to 11 p.m. and while in the elevator, he slid his hand into my panties and rubbed my clit while we kissed.  

“Mmmmm what a wet pussy.”  he said, smiling.  “I would give anything to stick my dick right into this tight little hole.”  

I practically limped into the hotel room from how much my clit was throbbing.  I undressed and slipped on my nightie, glaring hatefully at the snoring Wendy the whole time.  If she just would have authorized separate rooms, I’d be fucking Ron right his minute, I thought resentfully.

I slipped into bed and in her sleep, she rolled a little towards me.  I grunted with displeasure and eased away from her until I was right at the edge of the bed.  I thought about Ron and how good it would be to feel him slamming his cock into me.  I squirmed a bit then shoved my hand into my panties.  Ron had just been rubbing me there minutes ago and I picked up where he left off.

I began my covert masturbation by rubbing my pussy lips in little circles very slowly.  The wetness of my cunt sounded so loud to me in the quiet room but I knew that Wendy was fast asleep.  I could tell by her deep and heavy breathing.  I worked my clit a bit faster, feeling my body twitching with pleasure.  I rubbed and slid my finger inside of me and tensed my body as I orgasmed.  

My body shifted uncontrollably and I moaned quietly, pressing my lips together to keep quiet.  This must have woken Wendy because I heard a loud snort and then she sat up in bed.

“Sabrina?” she said sleepily.

I was out of breath and squeaked out.  “Yeah?”

“Nothing.  I thought I heard something.”  she rolled over and went right back to sleep.

“You did hear something, Wendy.”  I thought.  “What you heard was the sound of covert masturbation.”  I drifted right off to sleep, dreaming of real sex.

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