It’s not been a great year for those of us who make our recordings in hotels, but I don’t want to go through the whole year without making any postings so here’s one that’s a little bit different.
Despite having spent most of the year working from home I have made a couple of business trips, including one to the USA where I was visiting to help out a local customer who had fallen into financial troubles during lockdown. The journey from the UK itself was quite surreal – lot’s of masks, questionnaires and temperature checks – but eventually I arrived at my city-centre hotel very late in the evening and, as usual, headed down to the bar to see if there were any likely candidates in town.
As I was about to leave my room I heard a woman’s voice in the corridor and I stepped out to see what I immediately assumed was a mother and daughter heading out from their room a few doors along from mine. The elder lady was a typical forty something American middle class Mom – white skinned, very neatly dressed, about 5’ 7”, slightly overweight. The younger lady was a very energetic teenager, bouncing about excitedly, laughing and making a lot of noise. She was slim, with mid length dark hair, wearing a short black skirt over leggings, topped off by loose jumper. I said “Good evening” and walked with them to the elevator where we waited together.
When the doors opened, I stepped back and gestured for them to enter. The younger lady smiled at me and said “Thank you” before skipping into the elevator. This seemed to annoy mom who frowned at me before stepping in. I followed them in and we rode to the first floor where the bar and restaurants were located. As I say, I had assumed they were mother and daughter but during the ride, the elder lady put her hand on the younger girl’s buttock and gently stroked it in a way which seemed a little odd for a mother and daughter.
Something about this raised my suspicions and I immediately began to see them in a different light. So as they headed over to the restaurant I turned left towards the bar, then when they were out of site I diverted back up to my room to grab a USB which I placed in the corridor close to their door before heading back downstairs.
I sat at the bar and could see the two of them at a table in the restaurant, but by that time I’m afraid I was soooo jetlagged after my long day so after just a single drink I went back upstairs and collapsed into oblivion in my bed. I didn’t hear them return to their room, despite the amount of noise they made (from the timing of the recording I estimate this at about 01.30 in the morning). Nor did I hear the exquisite moans that I captured on the USB (much to my regret). However, the next morning I rose early and on collecting the USB uploaded this golden recording of lesbians at play.
I planted another USB, of course. There was not a murmur from their room until after 10 am, when I recorded this second clip. The corridor was quite busy by then but this didn’t bother them, I could certainly hear them from my room and when I opened my door a little I could also make out the buzzing of a sex toy, but this hasn’t been picked up well by my little USB recorder.
There is a side of me that still thinks this might have been a mother and daughter, which is somewhat disturbing to contemplate
xxx,
L.