So, long ago I lived in Austin. Yep. The Music Capital of the World. And I had recently broken-up with my live-in girlfriend of 3-years. So when a friend of mine from the east coast emailed me and said he was going to be in Lafayette to see his family, I jumped at the chance for a road trip.
I had some time off work so decided to head out early – and booked myself a room at the incredible Blue Moon. It’s an amazing combination of hostel, bar, and outdoor bar / live music venue – just what I needed. I was cheap (and poor at the time) so was in a shared room, set down my stuff and decided to check things out.
After a good dinner I was back at the hostel bar, watching a cajun band warm up.. it was mid-summer, the air was thick and smelled delicious. The beer was cold. And I turned to my right and there was a gorgeous dishwater blonde. In a white t-shirt and jean skirt, with a delicious, dangerous smile. She was in town for a conference, she said. Had an extra day or two to kill so was staying at the hostel – in a private room!
The conversation flowed easily. We danced. Her skirt. That ass. My hands on her hips. We walked down to a few more bars, pouring our bottles into plastic cups as we went. Intoxicated. Reckless.
Back at the hostel we slipped in the front door and she motioned towards her private room. We stepped quietly – I’m not sure why looking back – but as soon as the door closed she leaned towards me and we kissed for the first time. Hard, then slower. I pressed her against the wall, hands sliding under her t-shirt. Lifting it, off, kissing down her chest. My cock hard and straining against my shorts.
She knelt down and took me in her mouth. Carefully. Then urgently. Alternating gentle and aggressive. Cupping it with her hand, rhythmically. I was aching. Slowly coming to my senses I pushed her back onto her bed and pulled down her jean skirt. She rocked her hips towards me, a wet spot on her white cotton panties. I crawled between her legs, slowly kissing my way up her thighs. She was quivering. I was aching. I pulled her panties down and smiled down at her.
Have a condom?, she asked. I shook my head. She pointed at her bag. Outside pocket, she said. I grabbed one and pulled down my boxer briefs. She smiled at me as I slowly put it on then moved towards her. Her eyes were shining in the moonlight, tits firm – nipples hard. I’ll never forget how her legs opened. I rubbed my cock on her pussy, teasing. Feeling. The smell, the tension. The possibility. I grabbed her hips and pushed in. She was so wet. Her legs wrapped around my back. She thrust with me and we were smiling at each other whole time. I moved a hand to her tits, her mouth, her chin, her neck.
We didn’t last long the first time. I could feel her getting close and told her to cum, as I felt her break I pushed hard and exploded. Sweaty. In the Louisiana moonlight.
Let’s do that again, she said. Soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8h4pf3/austin_to_lafayatte_music_and_fun_in_a_hostel