There's a knock at the door

Three taps, loud and confident: knock, knock, knock. Kirsty and I looked at each other, a panicked look on her face.

"I can't be seen like this!" she said, and hurried into the bathroom. I supposed her cum-splattered face and massive tits were indeed somewhat uncouth, and she had no clothes that would fit over that huge chest. Even the hotel dressing gown would only barely cover those beauties. Speaking of which, I grabbed one of the dressing gowns and put it on. My still-hard dick was sticking out, but I managed to cover it over; there was no hiding that tent in the gown though.

Whoever was at the door knocked again. I walked over to it, tried to keep as much of my body behind the door as possible to hide my hard-on and, opening it a little, peeped around to see who was there.