Sex in a hotel can always be fun. You can’t maybe be as loud as you’d like, but there’s a lot to be said about fucking in a new environment. It is different and new and exciting and breaks up the routine of the same places you always fuck. Last weekend my husband and I went to a hotel out of town for the weekend and had the best sex we’d had in months. I’d gotten some new lingerie he’d never seen before, and I could tell as soon as he saw it on me, he really liked it a lot. I liked fucking near the window, always that chance someone in a near by window across the way might see you. We’ve done that many times when we’ve been away in hotels that had balconies.
You just need to make sure you’re not putting on too much of a show! We were in a high rise hotel and started making out in front of the window and I was soon with my hands on the glass, my tits pressed against it and my feet side apart as he fucked me from behind. I looked out the window and thought I saw a man with a telescope watching from the building across from us, though I couldn’t be sure.
I mentioned it to my husband and he said it was hot to think of a man, likely one that was masturbating, watching us and my tits against the window. We were covered from below the waist by the wall, but one could clearly tell we’d be fucking from the thrusting movements we were making. Our little weekend away from home was a hot one, many fucking adventures all over the hotel room and in their large tub. These sorts of getaways keep a relationship fresh and are important to keep from things becoming stale and boring, in my opinion.
