THE GLORY HOLE

The hotel Melonares had its own gym. I’d spent an hour running, cycling, and rowing today and was taking a well earned shower. I noticed the patch on the wall about the size of a cat flap were it looked liked the plumbing had been changed but they hadn’t re tiled yet.
Curiosity got the better of me and I pushed the patch out of the way. Someone had wrote ‘FREE BLOWJOBS HERE’.
Looking down I noticed it was another shower room. The ladies maybe I presumed. I peered through and saw two pairs of shapely legs, then stood up straight not wanting to get caught looking. I continued washing my hair head back rinsing. Next time I looked down there was a feminine hand making a come here motion.
My cock stiffened immediately.
I approached the hole and gingerly stuck my tip through, it had been a while and I was keen for some action to say the least.
I felt the sensation of a hand palm circling my helmet then gripping it firmly. It pulled me and I had my cock through as far as it would go. My thighs pressed against the cold travertine and my mind began to wonder if I should pull out. The decision was made for me when I felt the warm soft wetness of lips taking me in, then a tongue licking up the underside of my rampant prick. The hand still held me and rubbed and I heard the slurping as I was fucked by the mystery mouth.
I could hear giggling, definitely a female voice and I relaxed.
The mouth took me in deep and I heard a gagging then more slurping as my cock was being feasted on. The tongue flicked my tip then
again traced the length down to my ball’s were I could see it stick through the hole like a hungry serpent.
A hand came though and held my balls, weighing them then squeezing as the mouth continued to devour me. The manipulation of my bollocks took me to another level and I could feel myself close.
My thighs were beginning to tremble with the position I was standing in and the mouth kept going. Up my shaft then swallowing me. Butterfly fly flicks to my tip and gentle gnawing.
I was beginning to gasp. My hip thrusts tightening my glutes quickened as the mouth sped up. The slurping louder, then more giggling.
The hand gripped my ball’s firmly and squeezed and it came, a shuddering knee trembling moment as I spurted jet after jet of cum into the hungry willing mouth.
Jesus I needed that.
My head spun and I staggered to the changing area fulfilled.
I dried myself trance like dressed and left.
Outside in the corridor by the lift I heard the familiar giggle. A beautiful young Spanish muchacha and her male accomplice were at the vending machine. They turned, nodded and smiled. The Joven Espan?l put his index finger to his lip and sucked the nail.
I gulped!, and carried on out the door with the sound of laughter behind me