"Fantasy Girls" by

John Bert

It had been a long day of traveling and meetings but I wasn't tired despite the fact that was precisely the excuse that I had used for not joining my local business associates for dinner. I could feel my pulse racing and I almost couldn't control the trembling in my hand as I signed the registration at the motel.

"Do you want help with your bag, sir?" "No, that's all right," I replied, and I noticed that my voice sounded strange to me. My throat was dry and it felt constricted.

As I climbed the flight of stairs to the second deck where my room was located I felt my calf muscles tightening in anticipation and when I inserted the key into the door lock the shaking of my hand was very visible.

I closed the door behind me and secured the dead bolt. Even though it was a nonsmoking room there was a distinct odor of stale cigarette smoke in the air so I turned on the fan to get the air moving. I noted that the room was clean and that the lighting was about right; not too dark and not too light.

I was pleased to see that there was a large wall mirror directly across from the foot of the bed. I opened my suitcase and took out the toiletry kit and a corrugated box. I turned back to the bed and left the box on it, taking the toiletry kit with me into the bathroom.

As I pulled my cock out to take a whiz I wasn't surprised to find it slippery with pre-cum and semi-stiff. When I shook it a full erection had developed. I gave it a couple of strokes but resisted the urge to complete a quick jack-off. Instead, I slipped my boner back into my underpants and stripped off my clothing in preparation

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