Story 6
Summary:
George, twenty years old. He's travelling and seeing the world, but he's become somewhat jaded with hostel life. However, when he meets a new guest at the hostel, his perspective changes.
Andrea, mid-twenties. When she meets George, she decides it's time to take him back to her room to have some real fun!
Oral, sixty-nine, blow jobs, pussy licking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking, titty fucking.
George was tired of this way of travelling. He had been told that this would be a great experience for him, that he would meet all sorts of interesting people and have all sorts of amazing experiences, but so far it had not turned out quite the way that he had hoped it would.
There had been some life-changing moments, no doubt, and he had made memories that would absolutely last for a lifetime.
However, he was finding that when you got past the perfect photo moments, the sunsets and waterfalls, all of the things that you always saw highlighted as the way that travel would be, there was a whole other side that he hadn’t been ready for.
The hostels that he was staying at tended to be crowded, and full of the worst kinds of people.
There were people with dubious personal hygiene who made the entire dorm rooms smell like a mixture of cheese that had gone off and week-old sweat.
There were the people who always wanted to boast about the things that they had done, and who always seemed to feel as though they had to one-up everyone else, always having to prove that they had done something better, or done it earlier than anyone else, back before it became so popular.
Then there were the spiritual people who thought that doing a bit of yoga and eating a bit of tofu meant that they had transcended to some higher realm.
In truth, he was becoming quite sick of staying in hostels, and he was considering trying to find a cheap hotel, at least for a few nights so that he could unwind and get a bit of proper peace and quiet.
However, a sad reality of his situation was that he didn't actually have a great deal of money, and as a result his options were somewhat limited.
As a twenty-year-old, he supposed that this was how he was supposed to travel and see the world, and that he should just accept the inevitable discomforts as a part of the experience.
The truth was, though, that he found himself becoming increasingly frustrated with this situation.
Now, as he looked around the dorm room that would be his home for the next few days, smelling the unwashed feet and seeing the clothes strewn across the floor, as he heard the low sound of snores filling the air, he felt a sudden wave of frustration.
He headed down to the lobby to sit in peace, hoping that he wouldn’t be disturbed by someone wanting to talk about their chakras.
He told himself that when he got tired enough, he'd be able to head back to the room and fall asleep without worrying about any of the inconvenient or unpleasant things that might be in there.
As he sat there, it wasn’t long before his mind started to wander and he found himself about to drift off to sleep, struggling to keep his eyes open.
He found himself thinking about some of the experiences that he'd had up to this point, reminding himself of some of the good times and telling himself that, after all, it hadn't been all bad.
In fact, it had been mostly very good, and it was only the sleeping arrangements that were really causing him any undue stress at this point.
As he slid down in the armchair that he’d settled into, he started to think back to an experience that he’d had a couple of weeks ago. This wasn’t the first time that he’d found his thoughts going back to this particular moment. In fact, it was something that played through his mind a great deal.
He had been out for a late-night walk along a beach. It had been a wonderful experience, hearing the roar of the waves, feeling the sand beneath his toes and looking up at the stars twinkling in the night sky.
He had been feeling good; he had been feeling optimistic. At twenty years old, he felt as though the whole world was waiting for him, ready for whatever it was that would happen next.
The fact that he was also a very good-looking young man certainly helped with the way that he saw the world. He was aware that people, women especially, treated him differently as a result of this.
He was tall and well built, with broad shoulders and a powerful physique.
He had a thick neck, a square jaw, and a handsome face.
His nose was thin, his eyes were sharp and gray, with a piercing intensity.
He had a charming, crooked smile, and short, dark brown hair.
He knew that women were drawn to him, and he had certainly had a great deal of fun with them.
On this particular night, he was thinking about that, feeling somewhat aroused and thinking about the possibility of finding a young woman that he could have some fun with.
The idea of taking her back to a crowded dorm room and trying to have some private fun surrounded by all these people really didn't appeal to him, however.
And so it was that he was walking along the beach, feeling turned on but also frustrated, without any woman to have some fun with and no idea where he could go if he did find a woman, when he saw her.
She was standing there looking out to the ocean, wearing a flowing sari and a tight tank top that showed off her figure.
He paused for a moment. She hadn’t seen him yet, and it gave him a chance to take her all in.
She wasn’t the kind of girl that he usually went for.
Most of the girls that he met were slim and athletic, with wonderfully tight bodies.
She was something different. She was what he would have described as thick.
She wasn’t fat, but she was certainly a bigger girl, and there was something incredibly sensual about her curves.
Her breasts were large, with her top clinging to them, as well as to the curve of her belly.
Her ass filled out her sari, looking plump and wonderful.
He started to wonder what it would be like to lay his hands on a woman like that, to feel her softness beneath his hands. He felt his cock stirring in his pants.
She had long blonde hair that was blowing in the wind. As she pushed it back from her face, she turned to him and caught him looking at her.
She smiled at him, and if he had been drawn to her sexy body before, he was now completely lost when he saw her beautiful face.
She was deeply tanned, which looked wonderful with her blonde hair. She had full cheeks and a wonderful smile that lit up her whole face. Her nose was small with a slight upward curve to it, and her eyes were big and blue with long, heavy lashes.
Suddenly, he felt as though this was what he had been looking for all along, that all those slimmer girls were just a lie that he had told himself he wanted, and that there was a whole world of gorgeous, plump women that he was missing out on.
She smiled at him and raised her hand in greeting, mouthing the word “Hi.”
He raised his hand in return and walked over to her.
She introduced herself to him as Katy. She looked even more wonderful close up.
She was quite short, which seemed to emphasize her curves and make her breasts look even bigger on her shorter frame.
As he looked down at her face, he could see them, just past his line of sight, and he did his best not to focus on them.
She told him that she was a traveller as well, that she was just passing by and enjoying the beach before heading off somewhere else the following day.
She looked him up and down, as though considering something, and then she stepped in closer to him. She took hold of his waist and pulled him in closer to her. He went willingly, ready to do whatever she wanted him to do.
“You’re cute,” she said to him, tilting her head slightly to one side.
“You’re very cute as well,” he told her truthfully.
She smiled.
“You’re cute, I’m cute, maybe we should have some fun together.”
“Maybe we should.”
He pushed her hair back behind her ear then and leaned down to kiss her. He saw her eyelashes fluttering, her eyes closing, and her lips parting, and then they were kissing one another.
One of his was on her face, moving backward, his fingers sliding through her hair, and his other hand went to her waist, feeling her softness for the first time and suddenly becoming even more aroused.
His hand moved up her body, pulling her top slightly as it went, and then his hand moved beneath the top, resting on her stomach.
His hand on her face then moved down to her shoulder, and then it went behind her, moving up and down her back, before going to her ass and grabbing a handful of it, marveling at how wonderfully full it was, how his fingers dug into it.
Her hands were moving over his body, and one of them now moved up beneath the front of his top, moving over his stomach, and her other hand copied his by going for his ass, squeezing it playfully and pulling him to her.
Their bodies came together. His cock was rock-hard by this point, and he felt it push against her soft belly, and then he felt her pushing back against it, grinding herself up against it, and all that he could think about was being inside her,
how incredible that would feel when he finally managed to make it happen.
One of his hands was now beneath her top, moving over her stomach, and then it started to creep upward, stroking her body, wanting to feel those perfect breasts of hers, to clutch at their softness.
But then, suddenly, she stepped back from him, letting go of him, and his hands fell away from her.
He looked at her, unsure if he had done something wrong here.
She looked back at him, squinting slightly, her head tilted to one side, as though she was working something out.
“Come on,” she said, “let’s go for a swim.”
“What?” he said, sure that he must have misheard her.
But she had already turned around and was walking slowly down toward the water, her ass swaying from side to side deliciously, invitingly.