Stop for a wank

The images of Shelly in her tight outfit had managed to get Sam pretty worked up, and thinking of her in a bedroom just across the hall is enough to cause some stirring in his loins.

Thinking on it for a moment he strips completely naked before collapsing onto the bed, his hand hungrily searching out his cock as he pictures Shelly, laying on the bed next to him, her hand replacing his and stroking his cock up and down.

In his mind he slowly undresses Shelly, first her shirt, then bra, her bare breasts rubbing against his skin as her hand pounds away at his cock.

He feels himself nearly climax when suddenly the door to the room swings open, an attractive girl with long black hair and a gorgeous body stepping inside with a suitcase, her eyes suddenly falling on him, seconds from climax.