One evening on our recent holiday, Sharon and myself had just concluded our own entertainments most satisfactorily, when it became apparent just how thin the walls were between the rooms in our hotel.
As we settled down to sleep, we could quite clearly hear next doors' television and every word spoken between the occupants thereof, including their Uhhhs, Ahhhs and Mmmms to the tell-tale accompaniment of creaking bedsprings.
While the folk on tv seemed to be enjoying a rather loud car chase, the folk in the next room appeared to be just getting warmed-up when a disenchanted female voice snapped, THAT WAS QUICK, FOR F***S SAKE!
As we lay in the dark, we did our best to giggle quietly whilst the poor guy next door said nothing, presumably shame-faced at his partners obvious disappointment.
It was almost possible to hear the steady hiss of his ego deflating.
Eventually, he soon rallied and provided the second course much to her noisy satisfaction, this time around giving the bedsprings a thorough workout while she allowed herself the odd moan and groan to signify her now much happier mood.
We were just relieved that he had finally managed to placate his partner and turned off the blaring tv once the deed was succesfully done, allowing us to sleep in peace...the hardest part was next morning...
Hiding our silly grins when we encountered them at breakfast wasn't easy, but there were no complaints this time around so presumably her morning sausage was more fulfilling than the one served up for her supper.
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