Have you ever met a complete stranger who you instantly knew you were going to fuck? Even with a language barrier? I did, and more than once.
The summer after I graduated, I put a one-way ticket to Europe on a credit card and spent the summer hopping trains and sleeping in crowded hostels. I indulged in many new and delicious things, namely food, art, wine, and so many men.
About halfway through the trip I landed in Barcelona. Since it was late-afternoon most of the other hostel guests were off exploring the city. But I was beat from traveling and decided to take it easy that day. I made my way to the balcony and I found the hostel’s incredibly sexy host seated there. I couldn’t believe my luck and although his English wasn’t great we ended up chatting over a bottle of wine and a few cigarettes.
Let me be clear: I wanted to fuck this man from the moment I saw him and it was clear it wasn’t going to be much of a challenge. This man was almost too perfect. The bone structure. The dark eyes. The hard body. The boyish smile. He could have been 25 or 45 I really wasn’t sure and even now I get wet thinking about him.
So when he asked if I wanted to see the terrace I followed him up the narrow stairs.
The terrace was covered in tiled mosaics and we spent hours up there fucking on some surprisingly soft patio furniture. He stayed hard longer than any man I’d been with up until that point and he was incredibly skilled with his tongue and hands, working my ass and clit and everything in between. I knew that he had probably fucked countless other travelers on that terrace and I didn’t care. His experience was clearly paying off to my benefit and I came multiple times.
We spent my last night in Barcelona together and he showed me some of the best tapas and clubs in the city. I made sure to leave my underwear in my luggage we ended up back on that terrace that night. But while we were out exploring he fucked all of my holes in parks, restaurant bathrooms, and even an ally behind a gothic church.
Before I checked out, I gave him my address and phone number and told him to look me up if he ever found himself stateside. Months later I received a postcard from him that I still have. I keep it as a sexy memory of that awesome summer and all the orgasms with men I’ll never see again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kwovqv/my_euroslut_summer_fucking_multiple_strangers