So, I was on business and...
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I was staying in a small hotel with only eight rooms.
The other seven rooms were booked by a party of seven couples.
You already know, but hey.
They were definitely swingers. Cos the whole f
king night all the other bedroom doors, were opening and err, banging shut. Almost like clockwork every 30 mins or so...
Yes they were all middle age!
So, yeah weirdest thing for me. Seeing them all saunter down for breakfast rather dishevelled in the morning.
So what's amused you whilst on business.
The other seven rooms were booked by a party of seven couples.
You already know, but hey.
They were definitely swingers. Cos the whole f
king night all the other bedroom doors, were opening and err, banging shut. Almost like clockwork every 30 mins or so... Yes they were all middle age!
So, yeah weirdest thing for me. Seeing them all saunter down for breakfast rather dishevelled in the morning.
So what's amused you whilst on business.
lawrence567 said:
When my extremely hot, amply proportioned, big titted work colleague who looks like Catherine Jenkins, told me she loved me & wanted to marry me & have wild sex with me, despite, me being a 40 somethings ugly old bd with a wife.
But it's true, because it really did happen.
It was a shame that one got away, really. d with a wife.But it's true, because it really did happen.
Petrol Only said:
I was staying in a small hotel with only eight rooms.
The other seven rooms were booked by a party of seven couples.
You already know, but hey.
They were definitely swingers. Cos the whole fking night all the other bedroom doors, were opening and err, banging shut. Almost like clockwork every 30 mins or so...
Yes they were all middle age!
So, yeah weirdest thing for me. Seeing them all saunter down for breakfast rather dishevelled in the morning after I had been furiously masturbating listening to them shagging all night...
So what's amused you whilst on business.
EFAThe other seven rooms were booked by a party of seven couples.
You already know, but hey.
They were definitely swingers. Cos the whole f
king night all the other bedroom doors, were opening and err, banging shut. Almost like clockwork every 30 mins or so... Yes they were all middle age!
So, yeah weirdest thing for me. Seeing them all saunter down for breakfast rather dishevelled in the morning after I had been furiously masturbating listening to them shagging all night...
So what's amused you whilst on business.
Edited by working class on Wednesday 21st July 11:49
In a hotel a few months ago, the twin room next door was occupied by a couple of lads who were obviously working nearby for a short period. Most nights they were in the bar, but on the Thursday night they must have gone out clubbing, and both of them scored as I heard their voices and 2 giggly girls coming back past my room at about 2 AM. Loads of noise (chatting loudly, drink bottles clinking, beds banging) then a bit later one of the blokes must have walked the girls home, or to the taxi rank, whatever. The other one, obviously shagged out, stayed in the room.
When the gentleman of the pair returned to the room, he realised quickly in his drunken stupor that 1) the room was locked, 2) the key was inside the door and 3) his mate was fast aseep in a drunken sleep. Cue a LOT of banging, shouting, phoning his mobile, attempting to climb in the window. Then going off in a sulk to sleep in the van.
Of course, this being a business traveller hotel the walls were paper thin, so even if the lads hadn't helpfully only ever talked at full volume, I would still have been able to hear the whole thing. It was like listening to something like Eastenders at full volume. They both looked like st the next day, I suspect their site foreman may have sent them away rather than let them operate any machinery.
When the gentleman of the pair returned to the room, he realised quickly in his drunken stupor that 1) the room was locked, 2) the key was inside the door and 3) his mate was fast aseep in a drunken sleep. Cue a LOT of banging, shouting, phoning his mobile, attempting to climb in the window. Then going off in a sulk to sleep in the van.
Of course, this being a business traveller hotel the walls were paper thin, so even if the lads hadn't helpfully only ever talked at full volume, I would still have been able to hear the whole thing. It was like listening to something like Eastenders at full volume. They both looked like s
t the next day, I suspect their site foreman may have sent them away rather than let them operate any machinery.Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff