I was lying down in bed. Except, the bed was not mine. I was staying at a Holiday Inn, using whatever was left in my wallet to spend as many nights I could there. It was a desperate plan, sure, but at least now I wasn't homeless.

I looked around the room. The sun was almost entirely gone, leaving the atmosphere to have an eerie dying glow. I was used to this feeling; having nothing to do, lying in bed, and just scrolling away on my phone. Although I liked to say I always hated being bored, it was a familiar feeling. It was like an old friend that sometimes you didn't get along with, but you know you could never live without. That was me and boredom. It was what pretty much got me through my teenage years. Now at the tail end of that era, of that period of mine, I find myself bored again.

I looked up at the ceiling.

Sure, I suppose I had enough money to at least enjoy whatever Brisbane had to offer. I mean c'mon, it's a new place, why not explore it? I could've had so much fun, and interact with friendly locals, and get to know the people

Garth: What's the point?

I said to myself through half-open eyes. I knew damn well that if I ever attended any fucking social outings, I wouldn't do shit. I wouldn't say shit. I wouldn't be shit. It's something I hated about my social anxiety-ridden ass. But in the end, I'm powerless. What's there that I can do, really? Lord knows I'm too damn lazy to do shit about it, so why cry over spilled fucking milk?

Garth: Ceiling fan's awfully fucking fast hah

My eyes were now direction at the room's shitty ceiling fan. It was clear that the hotel really didn't care about whether or not their ceiling fans were installed properly. This one was fast as fuck, and it looked like it was about to fall off the hinges. Of course, it didn't, but it'd be funny if it did.

These mundane, admittedly depressing-ass thoughts wouldn't last, however, as I remembered the one glimmer of hope in my life right now: Chilli.

She wasn't exactly the savior of my life. Really, if she was saving anything, she was saving my dick from getting soft. It was like a hack in my cock's code, how, whenever I thought about her, I'd get hard.

And now here I was, by my lonesome, in a random ass Holiday Inn, lying in bed wearing nothing but some boxers. But strangely, I had almost the same feeling I did whenever I was talking directly with Chilli. It was as if she was haunting my brain. But, since I really had nothing better to think about, I let her plague my thoughts.

Not really wanting to moan her name when I was alone, I opted instead to let out an aroused whimper. It was strange, the sounds my vocal chords were able to produce whenever I was under a horny spell, but even that was enough to turn me on more.

Letting my more lustful side control my mind, my paw crept into the waistline of my boxers, wanting to pull out my greasy dick. It was already spitting precum, because just thinking of Chilli made me wetter than a hurricane. Wanting to have a more classy nut this time, I spat in my paw before I grabbed ahold of my penis, feeling how much it pulses whenever I grabbed it tightly.

Garth:

I always hated how high my voice got whenever I moaned. Usually, it was quite low and gravely for someone my age, but whenever I was moaning I sounded like a girl. It was off-putting sometimes, even for me.

Anyways, I was starting to stroke myself down there, not caring what little whines of passion I let out during the masturbation session anymore. The only thing that mattered was that I was thinking only the highest quality thoughts about Chilli. I knew she was into me, she had to be. But still, something about my perverseness toward her, whenever I was thinking of her it was a little strange.

Still, I pushed on, increasing the speed of which I was pumping my cock like a shotgun.

Garth: A-ahhh nnnmmmhhhh

My moans were now getting louder, but still, I kept going. I wanted to feel as close to Chilli as possible. I wanted her; I needed her in this moment. I was thinking only the most horny, perverted thoughts about her too. Pretty much all of them just about gazing at that fucking hot body of hers up close. If she just let me get closer closer closer to her. Oh, had I regretted not acting more like a perv to see how far I would've gotten with her.

I was jerking off quite fast now. However, since I masturbated nearly every day, it never really took long for me to cum. I could feel my lungs try their best to keep up with the pace at which I was stroking it, and my heart was about to undergo a supernova of lust too.

Garth: Mnnnhh nnnhhh ChChilli!

At last, after uttering her name, I burst. My hot load shot from within my cock and landed all inside of the bedsheets. A glorious release of the pressure built within, all lasting only a few seconds. After the beautiful sparkle, all that was left was that same sparkle to fade away.

I stopped thinking about Chilli, and my mind sent me back to reality. Reality was me alone, in this bed, in a town I've only known from looking at it on Google Maps or something.

I quickly recollected myself.

Garth: Damn.

I sighed, and I cleaned up my horny mess. It was something I was all too used to doing. Get horny, jerk off, and regretfully clean up. This time was no different.

After removing my cum from the premises, I was left tired, my lasting energy of the day having exited my dick just a minute ago. All that was left to do was go to sleep. So, I crashed my head into the hotel pillows and dozed off

[Insert goofy Android alarm]

I had forgotten that I still had my alarm on. In the midst of the Chilli madness, I never really thought about anything else.

I rose out of bed, with half-open eyes. And damn, I was blinded by that Australian sun again. Christ, it was only 8 in the morning, it had no reason to be so bright. That shit woke me up like a pot of coffee or something.

Instinctually, I pulled out my phone to check the time.

8:03 AM

And then I also remembered that I had the love of my life's contact information in my pocket. I knew she'd be up; she had a job and motherly activities to do. So, I got dressed whilst trying to find that little piece of paper. It didn't take long for me to find it, since I didn't really have much to search anyways.

I was still tired, because it was morning, but now I was kinda excited. Although my face never really showed excitement nowadays, my tail always did. It was always there, positioned right above my ass, ready to wag and gyrate when I felt a tinge of excitement.

Soon enough, I entered Chilli's contact information into my own phone. Now, I never really knew how to text people properly, let alone a love interest. In fact, I barely had any experience with a romantic partner, so all that shit was kinda foreign to me. Not that I never knew what love was, I knew all about love and lust and sex; I just you know never experienced any of those things myself.

Anyways, I texted her the best way I could.

Garth: [text]
hi. it's garth

It was two simple letters, yet I'm pretty sure it reflected whatever "cuteness" Chilli saw within me. I never really thought I was ever fucking cute, but I wanted to please Chilli, so I sorta played along.

I thought it'd take an eternity for her to respond, but surprisingly, it only took around 5 or 10 or so minutes. She must have been waiting for me to text her, I guess.

Chilli: [text]
Heyyy mate

Yeah, she kinda texted like someone her age, with the emojis and all, but I didn't mind. It was a blessing that I got to talk to her a second time, even if it was through text.

Curious about her current location, I had to ask her something.

Garth: [text] where u at

After a minute or so, I got another response, which happened to be an image. Quite a risqué one as well. It was a selfie of Chilli in her car, although her face wasn't necessarily the focus of the image. Rather, it was the perfect opportunity for me to stare more at her breasts, as they were in full view in this selfie. It was also a rather sexy image in general, as Chilli was clearly looking at the camera with a suggestive smirk on her face.

She then messaged me again, apparently wanting to caption this image.

Chilli: [text]
Just dropped off the girls

I kinda assumed so. There was also, in the background and through the window of her car in the image, a building which could be considered a school. Also, it was well enough into the morning; a time where one would usually drop their kids off to school.

Garth: [text]
cool

In order to return the favor, I felt as if I also had to reply with a semi-suggestive image. But again, the whole flirting thing was all new to me, and I didn't exactly know how to respond. I ended up thinking about all the porn I've watched in the past, and how someone in a porno would talk, but that all sounded really corny; I wanted something more genuine.

So instead of some sexy pinup or whatever, I simply took an almost regular selfie of myself with a half-smile on my face, with my wagging tail being reduced to a blur in the picture.

After sending Chilli this basic-ass photo, I didn't know how she'd respond. Would she be disappointed? Would she want more? I just had to wait.

Chilli: [text]
Oooh, you just woke up. So cute

I was delighted to know that she didn't care that my response wasn't spicy enough, but again I was also getting embarrassed at how she knew I just woke up. I mean, I guess I did look kind of tired, really my lust for Chilli being the only thing keeping me up.

Garth: [text]
thanks haha

But as time passed, I got hornier, and I assume the same happened to Chilli as she was just sitting in her car, staring at that picture of me, or whatever. I was pretty sure we both wanted more. So, I took the initiative.

Garth: [text]
i can take my shirt off if u want

Not gonna lie, it was a little shocking, even to myself, to see how horny I was just texting to her. But, I suppose Chilli was equally horny, despite being older than me.

Chilli: [text]
Oh, please do, hehe 殺殺

So I suppose I actually had to take off my shirt now. Not wanting to disappoint her, I found myself pulling off my top, leaving me only in my black cargo pants. After that, I took another selfie; this time a lot more suggestive than my previous one. I was now almost lying down on the hotel bed and biting my lip slightly. After sending her the more "sexy" pic of myself, I waited for her reply.

Chilli: [text]
Mmmm, you look so soft I'd love to feel you

Soft was reasonable. I never really had any defined muscles, because I never really exercised. It was something I never saw the appeal of. However, I didn't really eat that much either, leaving me generally skinny with a very slight amount of pudge around certain areas.

Before I could reply to her, she sent me another image: this time, without anything holding her back, she was topless. Her rather large tits seemed to call my name, and I found myself audibly gasping to myself. Instantly, I got even hornier, and I felt the familiar feeling of a boner coming in.

Garth: [text]
damn ! !

By now, it was evident that we were just sexting. But, I felt the need to continue the ongoing sexual conversation between me and Chilli. So, in preparation to take another pic of myself, I pulled down my pants and boxers until they were sat just right above my knees, my cock springing into the morning light. I took another selfie of myself with my dick in my hand, clearly implying that I was about to masturbate.

Garth: [text]
fuck i'm so horny for u GRRRR

Chilli: [text]
Wow you're so big, mate!
You're making me all wet 掠掠

I actually did start jerking off again. I couldn't contain myself anymore. I had to. Chilli apparently had to as well, because the next image that she sent me was of her masturbating too. It only made me harder, and maybe a little more embarrassed that she was doing the same thing I was doing. I never really found myself as "desirable," but I guess now at least now I knew someone did. I mean, looking at the image, it did appear that she was in fact, pretty wet down there, and I assumed that her fingering herself would only make her wetter.

Well, now it seemed as if we were trying to find out who was gonna cum first.

Garth: [text]
ur so hot holy shit

I proceeded, through sweaty paws, to send Chilli another image of, well, me in the process of pleasuring myself. This image was quite blurry, as I was practically shaking from all of the pleasure I was giving myself, the only thing really being in focus was my right paw grabbing my meat.

Chilli: [text]
WOW you must be really enjoying yourself!

Chilli then sent me another selfie of herself, with her also in the middle of masturbating. It was quite funny, in retrospect, just us back-to-back sending those images. Comparing this one with the last one she sent me, I could notice that she had gotten considerably wetter and more aroused, and although her face was not fully visibly in the latest pic, she was clearly blushing.

I could feel myself getting closer to cumming all over my phone screen. In order to just "let the moment happen," I closed my eyes and tilted my head back in pleasure, letting out a series of high-pitched moans, before bursting my steamy cumshot all across the phone screen, as I had predicted.

However, as I was catching my breath, I had realized that Chilli sent me another photo. It was of her apparently finished masturbating, with visible vaginal fluids on herself and her surroundings.

Chilli: [text]
Looks like I came first, hehe 殺

This had also surprised me. I thought I was one to finish quickly, but I guess thinking about me similarly made Chilli orgasm rather fast. Through the cum-stained screen, I sent her another photo of the aftermath of my masturbation session, with cum all over myself and my dick.

Garth: [text]
fuck i came so hard haha

I knew, through post-nut clarity, that I would never act like this in real life, but I suppose the privacy of these messages allowed a more lustful side of me to arise from within. With one of the hotel towels, I wiped off the cum from my phone screen.

Chilli: [text]
Wasn't that so fun, mate?

By now, I had gotten used to Chilli's frequent usage of emojis, and also how she strived to always stay grammatically correct in every text she sent, meanwhile I was quite the opposite.

Garth: [text]
fuck yea

Now pulling my pants back up, and finally putting my shirt back on, I was looking out the window of my hotel room, seeing the mid-morning sun. More than anything, it reminded me of school, and looking at the time, I thought about what period I'd be in right now would it be 1st or maybe 2nd?

But that didn't matter anymore. I was halfway around the world, and I was texting one of the hottest near middle-aged women I've ever seen.

Chilli: [text]
You know, you should really come over sometime. Must get a little lonely by yourself. Plus I'm sure Bandit wouldn't mind that much, hehe.