[MF] Backpacking Stories: You Can Always Find Somewhere to Fuck in a Hostel

I’m back with another story from my traveling days. I don’t think it’s quite as good as my [last one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5txri4/mf_backpacking_stories_fucking_the_hot_russian/) but I felt the desire to write up one of my other favourite encounters. This story, like the last one, also takes place in Germany. This time the story takes place in Munich

Again, to describe myself, I’m Dave, from Canada. About 5’10 160 pounds, short brown hair, short beard and a very average sized cock at close to 6 inches. I was 23 at the time of this story. I’m pretty much just your average guy, so I had been surprised at my recent string of good luck when it came to the ladies.

I was hanging out in my hostel room trying to talk these two cute young girls into going on a pub crawl with me later that night. However, I don’t think I was getting anywhere with them. Then all of a sudden, a new girl enters the room. Let’s call her Sally. She was about 5’9, probably 130-ish pounds with blonde hair, a pretty nice body and was around my age. She was from somewhere in the US (I’m sure she told me where but I’ll be damned if I can remember that now). I let her finish getting settled and then asked her if she would like to go down to the bar for a drink. To my surprise she said yes and we spent the next couple of hours drinking down litres of beer and chatting.

I’ll cut out a lot of the details, but we ended up going on a day-trip the next day, and then hanging out again that night. After some drinks we ended up walking around and it started to rain on us. This could not have worked out any better for me, as we only had one umbrella between us. We spent the next hour or so standing out in the rain, cuddled up under her umbrella with my arm around her waist. Nothing else happened between us that night (I’m not exactly Mr. Suave alright?) but we decided to go on the pub-crawl that I had been wanting to go on the following night.

Cut to the next night. Sally and I had a lot of fun on the pub-crawl and by the time we made it to the last bar we were both pretty drunk. She was wearing a black tank top and showing off the tops of her nice pale breasts. I’d say there were around a C cup if I had to guess. Now, this girl liked talk a lot, and I won’t lie, I was starting to find her pretty annoying. But I was not about to let the last two days of groundwork go to waste.

I interrupted our discussion to tell Sally that there was something that I been wanting to do all night and then leaned in to kiss her. This got a cheer out of the table we were sitting with, but she didn’t care. She leaned in to the kiss and we proceeded to make-out at the table for a while.

We quickly left the group and walked back to the hostel. If you’ve read my last story, you’ll have seen that I was smart enough to get a hotel room. Well, at this point in my journey I did not quite have that much wisdom, so off we went to find somewhere we could have some fun.

As luck would have it, we found a small, deserted laundry room. We went inside and locked the door. I kissed her again and pulled her tank top up and over her head. She reached back to unclasp her bra and I was met with the sight of her perfect, pale tits. After pulling my shirt off, she bent down to undo my belt and pull down my pants. My cock popped up in front of her face and she didn’t waste any time before taking it in her mouth. I’d like to say that I lasted a long time, but I didn’t. Her warm mouth gliding up and down over my cock was too much for me and I came in her mouth as she continued to suck every last drop out of me. She swallowed and looked up at me with a smile.

Thankfully at that point in my life, it didn’t take me much time at all to recover. In fact, I think that by the time I got her pants off, I was probably already hard again. Her skin was beautifully pale, with a few moles scattered over her body. She had a nice bush, as did I at the time (who has time to shave while traveling the world?).

I put on a condom before sitting her up on the washing machine and sliding inside of her tight pussy. I fucked her like that for a while, before turning her around so that she was standing bent over the washing machine with her ass towards me. I fucked her hard from behind and she came, her legs shaking as she could barely stand.

Some of it is still a little fuzzy to me, but at one point I had her on her back, on the floor as I fingered her to another orgasm. She was too sore to fuck anymore, but I wanted to cum one more time (The good thing about having her blow me first was that I lasted forever on round two). So she got up on her knees and sucked me for a bit before leaning back and squeezing her tits at me while I stroked myself. All the while she was telling me how much she wanted me to cum and that she wanted it all over her tits.

That was too much for me to take, looking down at her tight body, her face looking up at me pleading for me to cover her chest. I quickly came, shooting ropes of my hot cum all over her tits. We cleaned up after that and said our goodbyes as I was leaving early the next morning. I did end up seeing her once again a month later in a different country, but quickly realized that I didn’t really enjoy hanging out with her and there was no second time.

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