Got caught fucking around on a security camera, had to get creative[FM]

I’ve been doing some backpacking for the past year. I’ve had a lot of really interesting experiences, this still makes the list of some of my favourite stories.

A big group of us from the hostel decided to go out for drinks one night, and we ended up running into another big group with some mutual friends at one of the bars. We all got a table together and starting mingling as the drinks started flowing a little more freely. I started talking to this one guy, Carson, because someone had told me he was also Canadian. He was cute. Boyish, but cute. We hit it off really well but I didn’t think anything of it as it was still a pretty big gathering and most of us were still interacting in the group. The night pushed on as we went to bar after bar, until people started to drop off, either getting too drunk or tired. We headed back to the hostel, but soon after getting there Carson and I quickly decided our night wasn’t over and headed back out into the night. We went to this cheesy western bar, grabbed a couple more beers, and pulled up some seats next to the ring with the mechanical bull. At this point the flirting started getting heavier. We started trying to push each-other off of our stools and by some mistake, he figured out I was ticklish. It was some highschool level shit but I was a little drunk and enjoying the attention. Eventually we decided to go up and grab another round, where we got caught in the most boner-killing, vagina-drying conversation about Boris Johnson with some random English guy. He must have been absolutely hammered because he didn’t seem to notice the fact that mine in Carson’s hands were slowly linking with each others on the top of the table we were leaning on. I instantly stopped listening to whatever the fuck guy was saying. Soon it was just watching lips flap in the wind as I focused on the feeling of Carson’s thumb caressing my hand. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Everyone says Johnson is a racist but honestly I just think that’s liberal bull-“

“Yeah sorry to interrupt but I just remembered,” I cut the blabbing buffoon off mid sentence and looked at Carson dead in the eyes. “We’ve got an early morning booked for a trip tomorrow morning so we really should be leaving.” We didn’t.

Blabbing buffoon said something but I wasn’t listening. Carson gave me a confused look and opened his mouth to say something but I instantly gave him a pointed look. He raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.

“Right, yeah, early as fuck. Places to go.”

We smiled and waved to blabbing buffoon as I basically dragged Carson out of the bar behind me, fingers intertwined with his.

“God I thought we were going to be stuck listening to British politics forever,” I groaned, looking back to flash a cheeky smile.

“Where are we going?” Carson jogged a few steps to catch up with me, and probably to save his shoulder from being ripped out of place.

“You’ll see.”

Soon enough I was guiding us down to the lakefront. It was probably about 3am so it was completely empty. I wasted no time in spinning around and pulling Carson into a heated kiss. He grinned against my lips and kissed me back, wrapping his arms against my waste. I instantly felt a fire light inside my core as I slipped my tongue past his lips, running a hand down the side of his neck. An idea popped inside my head.

“Ever seen the tv lounge in the hostel?” He shook his head no.

“You’re about to.” I kissed him briefly before grabbing his hand and walking back to the hostel.

In hindsight this was a dumb idea but on the way in I asked the night receptionist to put a movie on for us, because what else would two drunk backpackers being doing at 3am other than enjoying some fine cinema? We chatted for a bit and then headed upstairs to the lounge. It was dark and empty with a big couch in front of the tv. Within seconds Carson was on top of me, lips moving with mine as his hands explored my body. Just as he dipped his hand into the front of my leggings, we heard a voice behind us.

“Hey uh-“ it was the receptionist. “Just so you guys know…there are cameras in here. So like, you guys can cuddle, just, uh, don’t take it farther.” I don’t know who was more uncomfortable, me or him. I felt a piece of myself die inside as I smiled sheepishly and let out a weak apology. I shot a horrified look to Carson as soon as the door closed.

We turned to face the movie, but soon enough I felt a hand snake into my panties. I bit my lip and tried to play it cool, but failed miserably.

“God, you’re so wet,” he whispered against my neck. Goosebumps erupted across my skin and my pussy was now throbbing against his fingers that were slowly gliding up and down my lips. He found my clit and slowly began circling around it with soft pressure, slowly building speed and pressing down a bit firmer. I squirmed against him, thinking about the blinking red light from the camera in the corner. It almost turned me on more, thinking about how the guy down at the front desk was probably watching me get off on Carson’s fingers. He grabbed my chin with his free hand and pulled me to face him, looking me in the eyes as he plunged a finger inside of me and wiggled it around before pulling it out and licking it clean. I whimpered softly and he gave me a wicked grin.

“You taste so fucking good.” Fuck him. Fuck this.

“We’re getting out of here,” I said firmly, standing up off the couch. “Wait here for a second.”

I darted off to my room and grabbed my jacket and a condom, then returned back to the lounge to grab a very confused but very exciting looking Carson.

I tried my best not to make eye contact with the receptionist as we nearly sprinted out the front door. We walked through a park in town, trying to find a secluded spot. Eventually we came across a building with some benches out front. It seemed quiet enough so I led him over and sat him down on the bench. I kissed him deeply as I undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, falling to my knees between his legs. Any anxieties I had about fucking him disappeared as I pulled his growing erection out of his boxers. For a skinny little white boy he had an impressive cock. I stroked him gently, feeling him get harder in my hands, I looked up at him with a small smirk as I lowered my head and slid my warm mouth slowly down his length. I bobbed up and down on his shaft, wrapping my tongue around his head every time I surfaced. He moaned my name and wrapped his fingers in my hair as I began working a bit faster. He suddenly tensed and for a second I thought he was going to cum, but he pulled me up, along with his pants.

“Someone’s coming,” he hissed.

You know it would be really nice if I could stop getting fucking cockblocked, I thought to myself. I led him around the back of the building where there was only a bit of space between the wall and a thick row of hedges. Well at least it was private. He backed me up against the wall and brought his lips back down to mine as my hand worked its way back into his pants, quickly bringing him back to full attention. I took the condom out of my pocket and tore the wrapper open, sliding it onto his girthy cock. I spun myself around and pulled my jeans down past my ass, bending over slightly to present myself to him. He put one hand on my waist and used the other to guide himself into me. We both groaned as he filled me up. He started slowly, allowing me to adjust, before his rhythm got increasingly fast. He reached a hand around and began playing with my clit, keeping his pounding consistent. I felt my knees buckling and pressed both hands against the wall to support myself. He kept fucking me like that until I physically couldn’t stand anymore. I looked over my shoulder and met his eyes.

“How wet is the ground?”

“Not as wet as you.”

“Perfect.”

I got down on all fours, not caring that I was covering my good jeans in mud. Carson lined up behind me and pushed into me. Fuck he felt good. I didn’t even care about the cold sting of the air against my face, the rest of me was on fire. He grabbed both of my ass cheeks and slammed into me without mercy. A slew of curse words left my lips as I begged him to fuck me hard. He quickly obliged. I could feel his thrusts getting desperate and his moans were getting louder. I dropped down to my elbows and arched my back, shaking my ass against his hips. That seemed to do it and I felt him throb inside me as he blew his load into the condom. We both caught our breath but the novelty of the situation quickly wore off as the horny fog cleared from our heads. We stood up and tried to clean ourselves up. My jeans were dirty, but black, so not easily noticed. However Carson was wearing khakis, so the giant mud spots on his knees were obvious. To this day I thank god the reception desk was empty when we came back in.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxfpst/got_caught_fucking_around_on_a_security_camera

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