In the dimly lit hotel room, a traveler finds solace in his own hands. The generic decor and faint hum of the air conditioner spur him on. He strips, his cock already hard. He strokes it, his grip tight, his pace steady. His mind wanders to the curvy waitress who served him dinner. He imagines her lips around his shaft, her breasts pressed against him. With a final, firm stroke, he comes, his hot seed spilling onto the cheap, scratchy bedspread.