A holiday in Mallorca
Posted: 12 Jun 2018 01:37
Mallorca is a paradise to spend the holidays. Not all hotels are modern, especially in the city (Palma). There are some so vetustos that, however, have their charms and many and great possibilities for some things.
At that time I was staying in a hotel for several years and, although clean and very comfortable, some rooms were separated by a door. They were rooms that used to be used for families and the door itself was a kind of intercommunication.
When I was assigned my room, I noticed the detail of the door, which also, by the way, looked like a very thin wood and had a lot of slack on the bottom. In short, everything a gift for a vouyeur who traveled alone.
I was very expectant to know who my neighbors would be. No noise was heard and the hours were passing. Nobody was behind the door. And my nerves literally broke down. That first night came and I could hardly sleep. No one. Huge disillusion, for my part. My luck spoiled. I could not understand how in that time of summer and with the hotel full of people, that room was not rented, or maybe it was precisely because I myself was in the adjoining one.
On the third day, in the afternoon, I heard voices. They spoke in English (well, something is something, I thought) and I started to prepare my tools.
Finally I learned that it was an American couple (then I got along with them and I even showed them the island, we made some amitad), both fat, friendly, very curious to know new places. She especially had huge tits and a huge ass, with a very pretty face and beautiful green eyes (I remember). I was able to record them on some occasions.
At that time I was staying in a hotel for several years and, although clean and very comfortable, some rooms were separated by a door. They were rooms that used to be used for families and the door itself was a kind of intercommunication.
When I was assigned my room, I noticed the detail of the door, which also, by the way, looked like a very thin wood and had a lot of slack on the bottom. In short, everything a gift for a vouyeur who traveled alone.
I was very expectant to know who my neighbors would be. No noise was heard and the hours were passing. Nobody was behind the door. And my nerves literally broke down. That first night came and I could hardly sleep. No one. Huge disillusion, for my part. My luck spoiled. I could not understand how in that time of summer and with the hotel full of people, that room was not rented, or maybe it was precisely because I myself was in the adjoining one.
On the third day, in the afternoon, I heard voices. They spoke in English (well, something is something, I thought) and I started to prepare my tools.
Finally I learned that it was an American couple (then I got along with them and I even showed them the island, we made some amitad), both fat, friendly, very curious to know new places. She especially had huge tits and a huge ass, with a very pretty face and beautiful green eyes (I remember). I was able to record them on some occasions.
