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“Who the hell is it?” I heard the man call out.
“Nobody’s there,” the woman replied, and I heard the door shut behind her.
I waited a few beats, then ran quickly on the balls of my feet so as not to make too much noise and knocked again, not stopping as I ran past their room and down the other way. I rounded the corner just as I heard the door open again.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” the woman whined in a nasally voice, and I had to bite back a giggle.
“No one again?” the man asked, and I heard movement. “Fuck this shit.”
Luck was with me this time, because when I peeked around the corner, I saw them both shuffling down the balcony away from where I was hiding. I wasn’t sure if they’d gone all the way downstairs, or were just on the other side of the wall by the stairs, but I knew this was my only shot.
I sprinted as quietly as I could to their open door, dashed in, and eased the curtains open enough so that I could see in, but hopefully not so much that they would notice.
I was about to run back out when I heard the clamoring of footsteps coming back to the room.
Shit, I screamed inside my head, then hurried across the room and into the bathroom, closing the door most of the way and praying no one had to go to the bathroom anytime soon.
I heard them coming back into the room, then the door shut behind them.
“Did you see anyone?” Nasally Voice asked.
“Nah, probably just some punk ass kids,” the man growled. “Now get back on the chair a
nd unleash those sweet tits for me.”
I thought I heard the woman sigh, but couldn’t be sure from my position in the bathroom. I could see through the crack of the door and was able to focus my lens on the bed and see everything that was going on.
She sat back in the chair, took off her tank top, and unleashed her bodacious tatas. It seemed a little weird when the man crawled up into her lap and cradled his face in her breasts, but I figured he just had a big boob fetish and began snapping shots.
When he started suckling on her nipple, I guessed we were getting to the good stuff, but after a few minutes went by, they didn’t move to the bed, and he kept sucking, I realized with a shutter of revulsion that he had some sort of mommy/baby fetish.
He was nursing.
She’d just been sitting there, bored while he suckled, then got called into the game when he reached for her hand and placed it on his throbbing dick.
I took a couple more pictures of him nursing, and some of her jacking him off, then the scene in front of me, paired with the weird moans coming from the man, had me backing away from the crack in the door to sit on the toilet, my hands over my ears.
If he started crying like a baby, I was out of there. I didn’t care if I got caught or not.
Thankfully there were no baby noises, just the sound of the man coming, and I hoped, since there was no actual sex, no one would have to come to the bathroom to clean up. Although, that woman would probably want a shower after what she’d just endured.
I waited for what felt like forever, but finally heard the man thank the woman, then the opening and shutting of the door.
My heart pounded as I listened to what sounded like the woman getting closer to the bathroom. I got behind the door just as it opened and listened to the sound of running water as the woman washed her hands.
When she left without shutting the door or needing to use the toilet, which was right in front of me, I closed my eyes and thanked my lucky stars.
I heard shuffling around, then what sounded like her leaving, but I still gave it a few seconds before I exited the bathroom slowly and looked around. When I saw that I was actually alone, I let out the deep breath I’d been holding.
Peering out the door, I left the room when I saw the coast was clear and hurried downstairs. When I made it to the bottom, I was headed to my car, home free and relieved, when a familiar voice called to me and I stopped in my tracks.
Holding my stomach to try and contain the rolls of nausea and fright, I turned my head to give the man from upstairs a shaky smile.
“What was that?” I asked him, honestly not sure what he’d said.
“Did you see any kids running around?” he asked as he moved way too close to where I was standing. “My wife and I were trying to take a nap and someone kept knocking on our door.”
I fought an eye roll at the wife comment and shook my head as his eyes wandered down my body. I fought the urge to shield my unimpressive bosom from his beady eyes, but realized that’s not what he was looking at when he asked, “Are you okay?”
