Voyeurism Along the Road of Life
For a year I traveled around in Europe and its fringes. In Istanbul my 3-day limit was up at the youth hostel, so I looked for a modest room nearby. At 8 in the morning I went into a pansiyon to see if a room was available. The desk clerk grabbed some keys and we went upstairs. We walked past one door and he said an Italian couple were staying there, and he cautioned that the woman was noisy during sex. It seemed like he was saying this so I couldn’t use noisy neighbors as an excuse to request a different room later.
At the end of the hallway was a hostel-like room with four single beds, the best price, he said. He unlocked the door to this room and right in front of us was a young woman lying on her back, fast asleep. The foot of her bed was not far beyond the swing of the door, definitely not the bed I would have chosen in that room. She was the only guest.
She didn’t wake up, even though the clerk was demonstrating how loudly he could talk. He said she slept through everything, even the Italians. I thought, Only in Turkey are there conversations like this — and hey, what a knowledgeable desk clerk. I looked around at the other beds in the room. We confirmed the price and I put my backpack as a claim on the bed farthest from the door, then followed the clerk downstairs after he relooked the door. The girl had never stirred. I went back to the youth hostel to meet up with others, as we had planned to explore another part of Istanbul that day. I was glad they’d waited while I found a place to sleep.
I came back very late to the hotel, slightly drunk. I turned the key in the lock, swung the door open and saw the bright hall light illuminate the sleeping girl in front of me. It was like she hadn’t moved at all while I was gone. I closed the door and found my way to the far bed, cleared away the backpack, undressed and got in bed. As I adjusted to the darkness I could tell no one was in the other two beds. I woke up at some point, and heard the Italian woman quietly moaning down the hall. Over time the moaning grew louder, eventually plenty loud enough, I thought, to be heard downstairs in the lobby.
I heard the girl in the other bed rustle a bit, the first movement she’d made in my presence. In the dim light I saw her knees slowly rise together under the white sheet, then spread further apart, making a tent. I was lying on my side, and had a view of her form under the sheet tent and my heart thumped, pumping blood and stiffening my cock. She seemed unaware I was there and I thought, Maybe she’s still asleep. She began making small hums and moans of her own to the cadence of the woman down the hall. This went on for quite a while, the tempo slowly increasing with the pace of the fucking. It occurred to me I had more reasons to be masturbating than anyone else in this play because I knew more about what was unfolding. I slid down my boxers and joined in the process. I was a drooling mess in no time, just wanting to soak everything in, as a falling domino in a sequence of events.
As the vocal woman’s alto voice grew louder, my roommate’s volume slightly increased. I heard another sound, some wet smacking noises coming from her vicinity, she was masturbating a very wet pussy at this point. Down the hall the moans reached a final crescendo and I could hear the guy getting close now, too. My roommate moaned with the other woman, like she was feeding on her orgasm, and I heard all three of them cum together. This is what did it for me. I turned onto my back now, yanked my covers down just in time so loops of cum leapt onto my chest and stomach rather than on the sheets. The girl continued with the wet sounds and whimpers, like she needed to keep rubbing through aftershocks. Eventually everything quieted. I heard a snap, like the sound of someone pulling her hands out and an elastic waistband slapping back on her stomach. No way she could be asleep and be able to cum right with them, I thought. But maybe the same thing happened the night before?
Fuck—what a fucking mess. I quietly spread the cum all over my torso to help it dry faster, trying not to make smacking noises of my own. The girl stretched and reached for something; a lighter flashed and a cigarette glowed. When she finished the cig she immediately lit another and took long drags. I started making noises and stretching like I was just waking up. It would be dawn soon. She finally noticed me across the room. We made small talk from our beds while she smoked. I asked if she slept well. She said she’d always been able to sleep deeply, people had told her this her whole life.
I asked if she wanted to get some breakfast, my treat. She was slim, bed-head black hair, attractive, quiet, seemed more serious.with her glasses on. Over coffee I learned she was 20, from northern Germany, and visiting her Turkish boyfriend who was in med school. He had very little time to spend with her because he studied so much, she said, and she was a bit disappointed but was also happy for him. She was very cute talking about the boyfriend.
Admittedly I had high expectations for the next night. I enjoyed another day in the city. My roommate had said she planned a boyfriend visit between classes. When I came back to the hotel around 10.30 that night I found the German girl, but also met our new roommate, a no-nonsense 6-foot Danish woman who said she believed I was in the wrong room. The Italian couple had left. That night there were no orgasms and no after-nut cigarettes.
At the end of the hallway was a hostel-like room with four single beds, the best price, he said. He unlocked the door to this room and right in front of us was a young woman lying on her back, fast asleep. The foot of her bed was not far beyond the swing of the door, definitely not the bed I would have chosen in that room. She was the only guest.
She didn’t wake up, even though the clerk was demonstrating how loudly he could talk. He said she slept through everything, even the Italians. I thought, Only in Turkey are there conversations like this — and hey, what a knowledgeable desk clerk. I looked around at the other beds in the room. We confirmed the price and I put my backpack as a claim on the bed farthest from the door, then followed the clerk downstairs after he relooked the door. The girl had never stirred. I went back to the youth hostel to meet up with others, as we had planned to explore another part of Istanbul that day. I was glad they’d waited while I found a place to sleep.
I came back very late to the hotel, slightly drunk. I turned the key in the lock, swung the door open and saw the bright hall light illuminate the sleeping girl in front of me. It was like she hadn’t moved at all while I was gone. I closed the door and found my way to the far bed, cleared away the backpack, undressed and got in bed. As I adjusted to the darkness I could tell no one was in the other two beds. I woke up at some point, and heard the Italian woman quietly moaning down the hall. Over time the moaning grew louder, eventually plenty loud enough, I thought, to be heard downstairs in the lobby.
I heard the girl in the other bed rustle a bit, the first movement she’d made in my presence. In the dim light I saw her knees slowly rise together under the white sheet, then spread further apart, making a tent. I was lying on my side, and had a view of her form under the sheet tent and my heart thumped, pumping blood and stiffening my cock. She seemed unaware I was there and I thought, Maybe she’s still asleep. She began making small hums and moans of her own to the cadence of the woman down the hall. This went on for quite a while, the tempo slowly increasing with the pace of the fucking. It occurred to me I had more reasons to be masturbating than anyone else in this play because I knew more about what was unfolding. I slid down my boxers and joined in the process. I was a drooling mess in no time, just wanting to soak everything in, as a falling domino in a sequence of events.
As the vocal woman’s alto voice grew louder, my roommate’s volume slightly increased. I heard another sound, some wet smacking noises coming from her vicinity, she was masturbating a very wet pussy at this point. Down the hall the moans reached a final crescendo and I could hear the guy getting close now, too. My roommate moaned with the other woman, like she was feeding on her orgasm, and I heard all three of them cum together. This is what did it for me. I turned onto my back now, yanked my covers down just in time so loops of cum leapt onto my chest and stomach rather than on the sheets. The girl continued with the wet sounds and whimpers, like she needed to keep rubbing through aftershocks. Eventually everything quieted. I heard a snap, like the sound of someone pulling her hands out and an elastic waistband slapping back on her stomach. No way she could be asleep and be able to cum right with them, I thought. But maybe the same thing happened the night before?
Fuck—what a fucking mess. I quietly spread the cum all over my torso to help it dry faster, trying not to make smacking noises of my own. The girl stretched and reached for something; a lighter flashed and a cigarette glowed. When she finished the cig she immediately lit another and took long drags. I started making noises and stretching like I was just waking up. It would be dawn soon. She finally noticed me across the room. We made small talk from our beds while she smoked. I asked if she slept well. She said she’d always been able to sleep deeply, people had told her this her whole life.
I asked if she wanted to get some breakfast, my treat. She was slim, bed-head black hair, attractive, quiet, seemed more serious.with her glasses on. Over coffee I learned she was 20, from northern Germany, and visiting her Turkish boyfriend who was in med school. He had very little time to spend with her because he studied so much, she said, and she was a bit disappointed but was also happy for him. She was very cute talking about the boyfriend.
Admittedly I had high expectations for the next night. I enjoyed another day in the city. My roommate had said she planned a boyfriend visit between classes. When I came back to the hotel around 10.30 that night I found the German girl, but also met our new roommate, a no-nonsense 6-foot Danish woman who said she believed I was in the wrong room. The Italian couple had left. That night there were no orgasms and no after-nut cigarettes.
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