A hot trip in Portugal [MF]

This happened back in January when I was backpacking Portugal. Names changed for obvious reasons. This first part (and it was just the first night, and not even the most sensual) I actually wrote up for her which she loved. May put together the rest if it’s well received!

Skip down to the dashes for the saucy bit.

 

I met Olivia at my hostel. She was one of the people sleeping it up in my mixed dorm. I thought she was pretty hot from when she walked in, especially with her tattoo sleeve. All of us in the room talked amongst ourselves a little bit, not covering too much.

I had dinner at the hostel and chatted to her a little more but not all that much. I was getting giddy on the wine when I was called away to go meet my friends elsewhere in Lisbon. I came back drunk and mildly high, to find just Olivia in the room. I started chatting to her, she seemed interested in talking so I kept it up, excitedly told her some of the stuff I’d been up to. At some point I started showing her photos and sat on her bed with her. To hear her put it, I brushed up against her and that’s when she knew she’d be sleeping with me that night.

We chatted away for who knows how long, sat pressed against each other on the bed. Eventually our other roommates got in and we took it elsewhere so as not to disturb anyone. Elsewhere took the form of the hostel lounge. We chatted for hours, sexual tension building, lots of touching each other, my hand on her leg.
She sent a pic of us to her friends on snapchat who’d been asking what was going on and I briefly caught the text on the screen where her friend had said I looked gay. She was mortified, I found it hilarious. She started to fumble her words, said how if she thought I was gay she wouldn’t be there touching and personal with me and wouldn’t be thinking about fucking me (although not in those words, in fact she clammed up realising what she was saying but I got the message). She kept digging herself into a hole which I found fully hilarious.

We chatted a while more before I finally made a move, making some offhand cheeky comment about how good we will be at kissing I think, she responds as I expected along the lines of well I wouldn’t know that yet, and I move in to kiss her.

 

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It’s soft, it’s hot, it’s passionate, it’s hungry, it’s electric. I can’t get enough, she can’t get enough. I think we made out for quite a while although I can’t honestly say because it all blurs into one euphoric moment. It gets hotter, our hands wondering and grasping, me squeezing her boobs and getting a lustful exhale in response. She begins grasping at the outline of my cock through my trousers. At this point it is very hot and heavy, and just keeps building up. The feeling is incredible, my blood was pumping hot and hard and the lust I felt was just overwhelming. I want to rip off her clothes, I want to fuck her and make her scream my name, I want to own her for the night and make her orgasm so hard that all the rest she has by anyone else in the future feels inadequate by comparison.

She reached down my trousers and grabs the length of my cock and whispers those words I just find incredibly hot, that I’m so big. I want to whisper something cocky but I’m honestly barely able to think and nothing comes to mind so I just smile as if to say I know.

Now I need to recap the point that we were in a public area with window panes letting everyone see in or even walk in. It’s like 5AM so it is dead but there’s still some movement. Olivia switches off the light to give a bit more privacy and starts stroking me there on the sofa. I have to stifle my moan hard. Her hands felt absolutely fantastic. I can only say she knew what she was doing, perfect grip, perfect pressure, the right area. Even writing this it makes me need to fuck her, and in that moment I was like putty in her hands. I needed to be inside her and would have given anything for it. I’ve taken down her trousers at this point and am rubbing her clit and she’s working just as hard to keep quiet.

 

Someone walks by our room and we’re both startled out of our reverie. We need somewhere else to go, I suggest the upstairs lounge with closable doors and that’s where we head. We get in there, lock one door and close the other, and it’s finally just the 2 of us with the slightest modicum of privacy. She tells me that she really wants to give me a blow job. What guy could possibly refuse that offer. My head spins just thinking about it.
She has me sit down on the sofa, takes down my trousers, kneels between my legs, and goes down on me. It is incredible. I couldn’t describe what she did but it was beyond amazing. It can be difficult for me to cum from a blow job but she managed it like it was nothing. I was nearing the edge and told her and she just kept going. At this point I hadn’t even masturbated in a few days but even if I had, well, I came incredibly so hard, grasping at the back of her head, probably doing a poor job of keeping quiet.
I fall back into my seat, head spinning, as she continues to suck, giving me that wonderful almost painful pleasure post orgasm, which sends my head even further.

She goes to the bathroom and I sit there panting with a huge grin on my face. It’s a good 30 seconds before I even think to put my trousers back on, realising anyone could have walked in there.
She comes back in and it’s a little bit awkward like what do I do now, but I just tell her it was incredible, and she invites me to sleep with her.

We climb in to her single bed together and I can’t keep my hands off of her. They roam and grope, and she’s loving it and I’m really loving it. This went on all night essentially, with us having to still when other roommates filtered in from their nights out, having to pretend to be asleep. When the room was a little more still, I remember rubbing her and fingering her, bringing her very slowly to an orgasm. I could tell she was really struggling to be quiet and it just made me want to pleasure her to the point where she let’s it go and so I kept going and kept building it up.

She did actually manage to keep quiet when it hit her to her credit. Her body racked up against mine, everything tensing, it was incredible. So fucking hot. She didn’t breathe for fear of not being able to take a quiet breath. Eventually she took a shaky breath or 2 and whispered to me that that was the longest orgasm she’d ever had.

The night from then was a blur but there was certainly plenty more touching, her grinding my cock with her ass, me rubbing and fingering her, her jerking me. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
I had maybe 3 hours sleep that night, even though I woke up late for the next day, but I can’t imagine anything better.

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