23 Squirting in a hotel room beside my friend after a week of frustration

Last week I was on holiday with a friend, sharing a room. We were together the whole week and had a great time, but I’m usually an orgasm a day kind of girl, so by day 5 I was starting to get a little crazy.

Crazy as in, absentmindedly rubbing my nipples through my shirt on the train trying not to moan, sneaking off to the bathroom to rub my clit but never having enough time to finish, staring at every cylindrical object I saw and thinking about shoving it in my pussy til I came. Essentially, I spent the week edging and torturing myself with no hope of an orgasm in sight.

I decided I was going to run myself a bath one night and just relax, since I don’t have a bath at home. I also thought this might be my only opportunity to have a little alone time, since my friend was heading to bed early that night. As it turned out, I couldn’t even wait for the tub to fill before I made myself cum.

I stood by the side, watching the water pour out, and then suddenly remembered how I used to let the faucet run over my clit to get me off when I was younger. I usually stick to more conventional methods now, but I was at a level of desperation where this seemed like the greatest idea I’d ever had.

Already naked, I climbed in and slid my way down the cramped hotel bathtub until my legs stretched up the wall and my pussy was positioned perfectly. I turned the tap as far as it would go and eagerly spread myself open to expose my clit to the gushing stream of water.

Reader, I came IMMEDIATELY. The water was the perfect temperature and pressure and felt like a tongue eagerly lapping at my desperate cunt. It cascaded over my clit as I threw my head back and tried not to moan, feeling the muscles in my pussy contract and squeeze around nothing, my clit twitching with each pulse.

My hips were moving in the air of their own accord, backwards so the water was flowing onto my hole and making me desperate to be fucked, then forwards again, pressing my clit into the glorious pressure and prolonging my orgasm, sending aftershocks of bliss through my entire body, over and over again until finally the pleasure ebbed and I slumped back into the tub, exhausted.

Needless to say, I had a very relaxing bath after that. After I dried off, I put on my pyjamas and crawled into bed, opening reddit for a quick scroll before sleeping.

I scrolled through my feed until a few nsfw stories caught my eye - I wasn’t intending to get off again, but I could hear my friend’s steady breathing in the bed beside me as she slept, and the glow of my orgasm in the bath was still fresh in my mind.

I idly circled a nipple as I scrolled, pinching and rolling over the sensitive bud. Both of my nipples are pierced, and so sensitive that any touch to them goes straight between my legs. After a few minutes of this, I made up my mind - I would let myself cum again, but it would have to be quick and subtle. I would just rub my clit through my underwear for a few minutes. Just to take the edge off a little.

Naturally, I found myself 20 minutes later with my pyjama bottoms on the floor, two fingers buried in my cunt as I desperately rocked my hips against my palm and bit my lip, grabbing at my own tits with the other hand, listening intently to make sure my friend was still asleep. The duvet covered my bottom half, but there would be no hiding what I was doing if she woke up.

The sound of fingers fucking into a soaking wet hole was unmistakable, but I didn’t have the strength to stop myself once I’d felt the slippery wet heat on my fingertips. I had to slide them in, just to have something to clench around, to feel the pressure against the sensitive walls inside me.

I could feel my g-spot as I slid my fingers in and out, and I paused for a moment to make sure my friend’s breathing was still even. It was. I curled my fingers towards my belly and pressed upwards, eyes rolling back in my head as I rubbed over that sensitive spot inside me. I pressed again and again, feeling my orgasm creep closer, and then it happened.

I squirted.

In a hotel bed, while my friend lay metres away from me.

And I didn’t stop fucking myself as I felt the hot wet gush spray through my fingers. I kept fucking into that same spot as I rushed towards the edge, each movement of my fingers making a louder, more vulgar and unmistakable squelch as I squirted around them, wetness puddling at my ass and spraying droplets down my legs.

I knew in the back of my mind that this was a terrible idea, but I was just so fucking close that even if God himself had walked into the hotel room, I would have kept going. I couldn’t stop squirting, couldn’t stop fucking myself, until finally my back arched, my clit rubbing against my drenched palm as my cunt pulsed around my fingers in a final rush of orgasm, one last hot gush of squirt rushing through my fingers and over the bed.

I could feel every muscle in my body tense and then relax as I came, soaring over the edge into pure unadulterated pleasure and release. Five days worth of teasing and frustration, and it was all so worth it as I rode out my orgasm on my hand, oblivious to all else.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but it felt like minutes of ecstasy until I finally came back to myself. Against all odds, my friend had slept through the whole thing, and continued to do so as I crept to the bathroom for a towel to try to soak up my mess.

I slept in a wet spot that night, and when we left the next morning I slipped some money under the pillow to make up for the wet sheets. My friend didn’t notice anything amiss, but she did remark that I was in a great mood the next day.