Mr. Dick, the insatiable traveler, finds himself in yet another anonymous hotel room, his need for release burning hotter than the complimentary coffee. He kicks off his pants, his cock already rock hard and leaking. He takes it in his hand, the familiar grip sending shivers down his spine. He strokes, long and slow, his hips bucking slightly, his mind filling with vivid fantasies. He imagines the stewardess from his flight, her legs wrapped around his waist, her moans filling the cabin. His strokes become urgent, his grip tighter, and with a final, guttural groan, he spills his load, his chest heaving as he comes down from his self-induced high.