[FM] Slutting it up in Europe Post Break-up

This is a story from a few years ago when I was about 25 (F). For context, I had been dating a guy for about 4 years monogamously. Prior to that I definitely wasn’t a prude and had my fair share of friends with benefits, short term relationships/flings, but had never had what could truly be classified as a “one night stand.” After we broke up, I was pretty crushed. Thankfully I already had a trip planned with my best friend for the spring after college let out after final exams.

So we went to Europe, and I had many sexual escapades with random dudes I met in Europe. I think by the end of it I had slept with probably at least 10 guys from many different countries including Lebanon, Tunisia, Ireland, Scotland, England, Italy, USA, and Nigeria. Basically United Nations vagina over here. This is one of my favorite tales…

I was in Czech and my friend had left the trip so I was traveling solo at this point. I was cruising tinder as per usual, and swiping right here and there. I ended up matching with this cute guy from Ireland who was there on a lads trip (oh, the lads trips and how rowdy they are!). We talked for a few minutes and he asked if I wanted to meet up for a drink. It was 11 pm, but I was feeling quite comfortable navigating new cities with the amazing public transportation available in Europe. I was in the area he suggested earlier in the day and it seemed like an okay part of town. So I hopped on the streetcar and was there within 15 minutes.

He was just finishing up with his lads so we went to the next bar over for a drink where they wouldn’t be staring at us. He was handsome and had a charming Irish accent. He was a bit shorter than me, maybe 5’9″ which did briefly make me consider how big his cock would be. Then again the biggest guy I’d dated was 5’9″ and his cock ended up being probably 9 or 10 inches. So I thought, hey, dont judge a book by its cover! Also even if it’s on the smaller side maybe he’s great at oral so who cares.

We bonded over similar studies in college. We had a few shots and I was tipsy. Maybe a little nervous too. The thrill of meeting a strange man in a country foreign to both of us late at night. Both clearly there for one reason. He asked me to go for a walk so we did. I asked where we were going and he said, “Well my hostel is just up over there… or I could walk you back to the trolley if you like…”

I replied coyly, “I’d like to come see your hostel… see what I missed out on by choosing mine instead on hostelworld.”

He replied, “Sure… the security is a bit tight though and we have friends staying with us in kind of a suite… I’ll have to sneak you in.”

We approached a building with a large iron gate typical of many European hostels, he had a key to unlock the gate into the courtyard. I followed him to a dingy back staircase. He firmly pushed me up against the cool stone wall just out of the light at the landing above and kissed me aggressively. I kissed him back. He asked if I was sure and that he could still walk me out, I told him I was sure.

We walked up the staircase to the third floor. There was a hall with a few doors and we approached a door. “Wait here for a second. I need to check who is home.”

He used a swipe pass to enter the bright pink door and I held the door slightly ajar so it wouldn’t lock again.

“Hello!” he called into the suite and walked around a corner.

“Hi John!” A young woman’s voice called back. She exchanged excited pleasantries with him. He asked how her night was, she told him it was good and she was just heading to bed. Her voice got more distant and she called out goodnight to him.

He came back to the door and whispered “We’ll have to be quiet. Come with me.” As he nodded his head toward the hallway and put his fingers to his lips to suggest I should be silent. I nodded and followed him in, closing the door very quietly.

He grabbed my hand and lead me to the first door on the left. It had a men’s washroom decal on the front. Inside was a classic dingy hostel bathroom. Brightly painted walls with colorful murals, cheap tiling, and damp floors. He looked back at me and smiled. He tugged me by the hand into one of the shower stalls.

The shower was like an enclosed room with four walls, maybe 8 feet tall but open ceiling to the rest of the bathroom. We locked the stall door. There was no one else in the bathroom. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me firmly again. I had to tilt my chin slightly down since he was just a bit shorter.

I accidentally turned on the shower nozzle and we giggled and turned it off quickly. It was cold. He shushed me with another firm kiss on the lips. His tongue firmly pushed its way into my mouth, dancing with my tongue, and I responded in kind. He held my face in his hands and planted his foot between my legs, pressing into my crotch. I could feel his cock in his jeans pressing into my hip. Let’s just say it didn’t feel small.

We heard someone come into the bathroom with a shuffle and a cough. He covered my mouth with one hand to silence me and ran his other hand up my shirt. I was wearing a tank top with no bra to hold up my DD tits and tight jeans.

He lifted my shirt and kiss and licked my perky nipples. It felt amazing and was so hard to be quiet. The person finished going pee and shuffled out of the bathroom again. He took his hand off my mouth and bit and licked my neck. Our clothes were wet from the shower mishap and we started peeling them off. First our shirts, and he took a break to play with my tits again. He marveled at how they barely fit in his hands.

Then, I reached down and undid his belt and jeans. His pants slipped down lower on his hips and I could feel his big cock through his underwear. His precum from the tip making a little damp spot. I lightly caressed the tip through his underwear making them more wet.

He grunted and aggressively undid my jeans and took them off. He pulled his huge hard cock out of his underwear but didn’t take his underwear and jeans off. It was probably about 8 inches. And very thick. I was very pleasantly surprised.

We took a condom out of my purse and he put it on. He pushed me up against the damp shower stall wall. We could hear his loud drunk lads come home outside the bathroom door. He lifted my one leg with his hand, covered my mouth with the other and started pressing his cock into me. I tried not to squeal with delight. I was so wet from the risque aspect of it all.

One of his friends could be heard outside the door pondering what happened to John. Did he meet up with that girl? One of them loudly wondered as they walked into the bathroom to go take a piss.

Meanwhile, he had started pushing his cock deep into me, which is tricky while standing, but the height difference actually helped us. It was stretching out my pussy and it felt amazing. His friend left the bathroom and he took his hand off my mouth and kissed me deeply.

He played with my clit which made my knees weak. Then, he pulled out and slid the condom off. He pushed on my shoulders and I kneeled in front of him, I took his cock deep in my mouth. He fucked my mouth for a short period of time and I could feel his cock pulsing. He breathed for heavily and I knew he was close to cumming. He pulled out of my mouth and came all over my big tits.

We both smiled. He had a towel hanging just outside the door that he used to wipe me off. We both got dressed in the shower. my shirt was wet from being thrown on the floor hastily. He checked outside the door, no one was around. He walked me outside and to the street car stop and waited until it came. We kissed and said goodnight. He later messaged me and wished me a good rest of my trip and good luck with the rest of school, I wished him the same.

I still think about that night some times, and my current boyfriend really enjoys this story too.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h99r0a/fm_slutting_it_up_in_europe_post_breakup