Voyeurism Along the Road of Life
For a year I traveled around on the cheap 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 to 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 informed that the woman was noisy during sex. It seemed like he said this so I couldnât use noisy neighbors as an excuse to request a different room later.
A large room was at the end of the hallway, with four single beds sort of like a hostel. 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 didnât wake up, even though the clerk wasnât speaking quietly. He said she slept through everything, even the Italians. I thought, only in Turkey are there conversations like this â and hey, what a knowledgeable desk clerk. I looked around at the other beds in the room. We confirmed the price and I placed 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 walked 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 theyâd waited while I found a bed in the pansiyon.
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 right in front of me. It was like she hadnât 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 beds. After 15 minutes I heard the Italian woman quietly moaning down the hall, but slowly growing louder, eventually loud enough to be heard downstairs in the lobby. Just another Turkey travel story, I thought.
I heard the girl in the other bed rustle a bit, almost a surprise to me at this point. 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, with a clear view of her. She seemed unaware I was there and I thought, maybe sheâs still asleep. She began making small moans of her own to the rhythm of the Italian squeals down the hall. This went on for a while, the tempo slowly increasing with the pace of the fucking, and I slid down my boxers â I needed to masturbate too because of the sounds going on. I was just another domino in this sequence of events.
As the vocal Italian grew louder, my roommate got slightly noisier. I heard some wet smacking sounds coming from her vicinity, she was masturbating a wet pussy at this point. The womanâs moans reached a final crescendo and I could hear the guy now, too. My roommate moaned with the woman, like she was feeding on her orgasm. This is what did it for me. I turned onto my back now, pulled away the covers just in time so loops of cum shot over 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. Then everything quieted. I heard a snap, like the sound of someone pulling her hands out and an elastic waistband slapping back on her stomach.
Fuckâwhat a mess. I quietly spread the cum over my torso to help it dry faster, trying not to make smacking noises of my own. The girl stretched and reached for something; I saw a lighter flash and a cigarette glow. When she finished the cig she immediately lit another. I started making noises and stretching like I was just waking up. The sun was coming up now and 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 sheâd 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, sort of serious. 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 she was a bit disappointed but happy for him. She was very cute talking about the boyfriend.
I admit 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 around 10.30 that night I found the German girl, but also met our new roommate, a no-nonsense 6-foot Danish woman who seemed to believe I was in the wrong room. Also the Italian couple had left. That night there would be no orgasms or after-nut cigarettes.
A large room was at the end of the hallway, with four single beds sort of like a hostel. 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 didnât wake up, even though the clerk wasnât speaking quietly. He said she slept through everything, even the Italians. I thought, only in Turkey are there conversations like this â and hey, what a knowledgeable desk clerk. I looked around at the other beds in the room. We confirmed the price and I placed 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 walked 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 theyâd waited while I found a bed in the pansiyon.
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 right in front of me. It was like she hadnât 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 beds. After 15 minutes I heard the Italian woman quietly moaning down the hall, but slowly growing louder, eventually loud enough to be heard downstairs in the lobby. Just another Turkey travel story, I thought.
I heard the girl in the other bed rustle a bit, almost a surprise to me at this point. 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, with a clear view of her. She seemed unaware I was there and I thought, maybe sheâs still asleep. She began making small moans of her own to the rhythm of the Italian squeals down the hall. This went on for a while, the tempo slowly increasing with the pace of the fucking, and I slid down my boxers â I needed to masturbate too because of the sounds going on. I was just another domino in this sequence of events.
As the vocal Italian grew louder, my roommate got slightly noisier. I heard some wet smacking sounds coming from her vicinity, she was masturbating a wet pussy at this point. The womanâs moans reached a final crescendo and I could hear the guy now, too. My roommate moaned with the woman, like she was feeding on her orgasm. This is what did it for me. I turned onto my back now, pulled away the covers just in time so loops of cum shot over 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. Then everything quieted. I heard a snap, like the sound of someone pulling her hands out and an elastic waistband slapping back on her stomach.
Fuckâwhat a mess. I quietly spread the cum over my torso to help it dry faster, trying not to make smacking noises of my own. The girl stretched and reached for something; I saw a lighter flash and a cigarette glow. When she finished the cig she immediately lit another. I started making noises and stretching like I was just waking up. The sun was coming up now and 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 sheâd 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, sort of serious. 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 she was a bit disappointed but happy for him. She was very cute talking about the boyfriend.
I admit 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 around 10.30 that night I found the German girl, but also met our new roommate, a no-nonsense 6-foot Danish woman who seemed to believe I was in the wrong room. Also the Italian couple had left. That night there would be no orgasms or after-nut cigarettes.
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