[M4f] A moment to myself, interrupted

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I sank into the stiff hotel armchair, the silence stretching around me like a welcome embrace. The hum of the air conditioner filled the room, steady and predictable. No high-pitched giggles, no cries for Daddy to fix a broken toy or settle a bedtime dispute. Just… quiet.

Don’t get me wrong—I love my family. I love Julie, with her knowing smirks and the way she can predict my every move before I even think to make it. But still, I can’t pretend there isn’t something undeniably freeing about being here, alone, even if it's just for work.

I picked up my phone, thumb hovering over Julie’s name. A check-in text. That’s what I should do.

\\\*"How was your day? How are the kids?"\\\*

But instead, I dropped it onto the bedside table and stretched my legs out in front of me. I’d call later. Maybe after dinner. Or before bed. Now, I was free to enjoy some much needed me-time.

After a long, hot shower, I lay back on the hotel bed, the crisp sheets cool against my skin. It had been a while—too long, really—since I'd taken the time for myself like this. Julie and I hadn’t been intimate much lately. Between the kids, work, and the general exhaustion of life, our sex life had become more of an afterthought than a priority. Lying there, alone, with no responsibilities tugging at me, no chance of a child bursting through the door at the worst possible moment, I let my mind wander. Back to the days when things between us were electric, when just a look from her could send a jolt straight through me. I closed my eyes, let my hand roam, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to fully feel again, no distractions, no obligations—just my own pleasure, selfish and unhurried.

The towel around my waist was opened, my legs layed straight out in front of me upon the bed,and now my stiffened cock was in my hand. I was so lost in my own pleasure, I hadn't even heard the door to my room open...

(Main themes : reluctance, cheating, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, slow burn, escalation..

Who are you? A hotel maid? A coworker? Another guest who was given the wrong room key? Jump right in, or we can discuss.)