My [F] trip to Italy – Part 2 – Good Old Exhibitionism

*thewintertain2 here! For those of you who don’t know, I’m a Portuguese girl in my early 20’s. You can check my previous stories on my profile. This story ties into my last post which I’ll link below:*

*[My [F] trip to Italy – Part 1 – The Nightclub](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ot8dx1/my_f_trip_to_italy_part_1_the_nightclub_mf/)*

TL;DR of Part 1 in case you don’t want to read (which I recommend): I flew to visit Milan on my own. Met a Spanish guy, Javier, in a nightclub. Also met his two friends, Diego and Sergio. All of them were exchange students from Spain. Javier and I got hot. Javier and I did the dirty (at my AirBnB).

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**The Setup**

Part 1 ended with me and Javier going for a second round, back at my AirBnB. After a first quick round, given all the build-up we had had across the whole night, our second session was taken much slower, both of us taking the time to explore each other’s bodies, banter, laugh, pause here and there, and overall have a good night. As agreed, Javier didn’t stay overnight and after we were done with our fun he headed back to his and his friends’ place. We made sure to exchange contacts before he left, and I sent him off with the promise to message him later to set up another date. All of our fun happened between Friday night and Saturday dawn.

The next day (Saturday) I resumed my wandering and exploration of the city. Javier texted me telling me he had a lot of fun, and that I was a great dance partner, at both vertical and horizontal disciplines. We exchanged a couple of spread-out messages throughout the day, with the topic consistently swerving back to the events of the previous night. The horizontal ones, in particular.

Do you know the feeling when you spend a full day kind of sexting with someone, but never actually going all out on the topic? You get that nagging horniness that makes you restless even when you’re not thinking about it. By dinner time I had had enough with that feeling. Might as well set up a time and a place to smack it out of my body. I messaged him doing just that.

“So, are we doing it again or?”

“Tell me when. You’re the one with the tight schedule”

“Tomorrow? Afternoon?” I was reminded of the benefits of traveling alone: being able to put a spin on your plans on a whim. On a horny whim.

This time I suggested that we’d hang out at their place. I felt oddly self-conscious about the possibility of my hostess showing up or having the neighbors snoop and tell or staging a drama. We agreed that I’d go to his place during the afternoon and do our thing, and if I felt comfortable I could hang out with him and the guys and have dinner with them.

The next day saw me taking a detour from my exploration of the city to head to their apartment. I had spent the better part of the previous night and the day’s morning daydreaming about having sex. I don’t usually get obsessive about these things, but the whole thing with being in a foreign place, all by myself, with a foreign guy, had me craving more and more fun.

I showed up at their place in a very different outfit from last time. In lieu of the clubbing outfit, I now wore a simple white top with a V-shaped cleavage and a pair of denim shorts. I was dressed for comfort on a warm day outside, rather than for feeling sexy in a nightclub. Still, as Javier opened the door to their apartment for me, I felt immediately undressed by his gaze wandering down my figure. We had a funnily awkward moment as we were unsure of how to greet each other, and settled with a quick kiss on the lips.

He gave me a quick walk through the house, and I met Diego and Sergio again in their living room. The two of them were deeply entranced in the midst of a FIFA game and taunting each other in Spanish but found the time to welcome me to their place. The living room was spacious, with a huge L-shaped couch where the four of us could hang comfortably, with room for maybe another person. I remember thinking these guys were living the life. The rest of the rooms in the house followed the same generous trend.

“Do you want to hang out here with them for a bit?” Javier lowered his voice.

“I’d rather just get onto it” I lowered my voice in response, but not enough to avoid Diego and Sergio, who cheered me on and promptly encouraged Javier to take me to the bedroom, in a mix of Spanish and English banter that was endearing, especially considering that they most likely didn’t know I spoke Spanish. I didn’t try to hide it either and laughed at their jokes in both languages.

**The Good Stuff**

A minute later I was inside Javier’s room, my back pressed against the door, his mouth exploring my neck. “I’ve been thinking about this since Saturday morning” he confessed as he bit, kissed, and licked his way up from my neck to my ear, and then retracing his trail back down.

“So, ever since we stopped?” this time there was no slow, bemused exploration. There was only hunger and a desire to sate urgently.

My shorts were the first to drop. Then his. Then my top. Then his t-shirt. And lastly his boxers. We hadn’t even stepped away from the door and I already had his cock pressed against my stomach as we kissed. His hands ran over my body, grabbing and groping wherever they could grab a hold of me, too impatient to stay in one place for more than a couple of squeezes. The only sound was the panting in between kisses, the occasional gasp or moan if either of us hit a sweet spot with our mouths on the other’s neck.

I fell down to a crouch, squeezing myself into the tight space between his body and the bedroom door. I grabbed his cock and pointed it at my mouth.

“Don’t you dare stall” he warned me with a chuckle. The tortuous blowjob I had given him last time was probably still in his memory. I smiled back. I wasn’t planning to. I opened my mouth and swallowed the first inches of his cock, placing my tongue under his shaft as he pushed past my lips. I bobbed my head back and forth, slowly only at the beggining, before I picked up the pace and started adding more and more of his cock into my mouth each time I moved.

I gave his ass a tap and held his hips. He instantly got the message. Grabbing my hair and tucking it on a disastrous ponytail, he started thrusting into my mouth. He never pushed himself all the way in, choosing pace over depth. I was taking in more than half of his cock with each thrust, and each time he made me struggle, he eased a little bit without ever losing pace. All of a sudden he withdrew from my mouth and a couple of thick strings of drool connected my mouth to his cock. Not to mention those dripping from my chin. He pulled me up and into a kiss.

“I want you now” he led me to the bed. I took off what remained of my clothes on the way there, letting bra and panties fall behind me. I backtracked to fetch a condom from my bag and hopped back onto his bed, where he was laying and waiting for me. I tossed him the condom and watched him put it on. The moment it was on I was positioning myself over him.

Ladies and gentlemen, the following minutes were full of animalistic, primal sex that I hope my dear ones never catch me doing. He used my body as much as I used his. The only giving happened through taking. I rode him first, then he pulled into a kiss and started ramming into me. Then we spun around and he was on top. Then I turned around and he took me from behind. We barely spoke. We moaned. I cursed in Portuguese, he cursed in Spanish. We gasped, panted, and moaned some more. We called each other’s names, in a plea for more.

Then it happened.

I was on fours, in the middle of the bed and he was pounding at me from behind. His hands were digging so tightly into my hips that it almost hurt. But so far they were hurting in that oh-so-sweet pain. A sudden sound and he immediately halted.

“The condom-” he was panting “it just snapped.”

“What? Ah, fuck,” I wasn’t really worried about pregnancy, I was on the pill. The major bummer in my mind back then was that we had to stop, even if momentarily “I’ll get another one” I started to make a move to get up so I could walk to my bag.

Suddenly I felt him shift his weight and gently press me down, making me lay down flat on my stomach over the bed. “I have another idea” he spoke right next to my ear.

I knew a moment of panic. *Is he going to ask me to go bare?* And worse. *Am I going to say yes?*. I knew I wanted to, and that midway through a lust-filled session I wasn’t prone to wise decisions. Thankfully that wasn’t his idea.

In retrospect, his idea was better than that.

“Go to the living room and ask for a condom. Say ours broke. Just like you are right now.” his mouth was moving, planting kisses in between sentences, all around my ear. I could feel my skin crawling with pleasant shivers.

The rush of adrenaline that ran up and then down my spine was almost palpable.

“When you ask it like that, it’s hard to say no” I craned my neck to the side, to give him more room to kiss me, but his mouth suddenly stopped. He sat back and gave my ass a smack.

“Go on then!”

I moved before reluctance caught up to me. I got up and hopped towards the door. I opened it, and peeked outside, with a clear view of the living room. They were still sitting on the couch, facing away from me, looking at the television, lost in what had to be their third or fourth game. I hesitated and felt myself blushing. I looked around at Javier, still laying in bed, and he gave me a smile of encouragement.

I stepped out of the room and into the large living room.

“Ahhh, guys?” I watched them pause, somewhat startled, but didn’t wait for them to turn around “Do you have any spare condoms? Ours broke” I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I just put them behind my back, probably looking like a begging kid. I still couldn’t believe how quickly I had been thrust into this situation.

The two looked at me, both clearly unsure of where to lay their gaze. Diego was the first to recover, somewhat.

“Oh, ahhh yeah?” he didn’t know if he should smile or not, if he should look into my face or away from me. He failed at both, his eyes constantly ending up on my body. Sergio, meanwhile, had given up and set his eyes to scan my breasts thoroughly.

“I’ll grab them for you. Wait here” Diego got up and quickly darted past me to the hallway and into his room. The following moments were the most awkward. Sergio lost his guts once I was not distracted with Diego, and chose to look away. I didn’t know what to say to offer small talk, so I simply stayed quiet, feeling my cheeks warming up and reddening. And that was not the only thing warming up in my body, all this exposition was having an effect on me.

After seconds that felt like ages, Diego came back from his room with a pair of condoms.

“Here” standing so close to me, I knew it was impossible to look at my face without having my breasts in the frame of his vision. I didn’t blame him for staring.

I grabbed the condoms from his hand and let the touch linger a little too long. Inside, I was rolling my eyes at myself. *Jesus, Winter, you really can’t get enough.* I smiled at him and thanked him, and made my way back into the room.

I entered the bedroom victoriously, with a smile and waving the two condoms to show them off. Javier had repositioned in bed to be able to see the full exchange and was giving me a knowing smirk. “Leave the door open”.

If I had been horny before, his idea of asking for condoms had only pushed me further. When he mentioned the door, the only thing I was able to think was that I wanted him to break me in half.

With the door open, I jumped in bed with him again. Moments later the condom was on. And right after we were back to where we stopped.

He pounded me from behind. Mercilessly. I could tell he had gotten just as excited as me with the whole ordeal. I moaned, freely. He grunted, gasped. Our bodies clapped together. I could see the living room. I knew they could hear us. They were playing again but they weren’t talking anymore.

Javier was really testing my ability to take a pounding. He had set on a pace and stuck to it, barely taking a break or slowing down. Diego was the first to take a peek. He silently turned his head around and found my eyes locking on his. Javier behind me must have made a funny gesture because he laughed, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. I gave him a weak smile. It’s hard to smile wide while you’re moaning. It’s also hard for me not to roll my eyes sometimes. The next time I looked they were both staring until they felt too awkward and returned their attention to the game.

Javier and I kept going. We switched positions, we did our thing. We moaned knowing we were being heard. I occasionally exchanged looks with the other guys when I caught them watching. Never judgemental, I simply smiled.

“Can I finish in your mouth?” Javier slowed down. He was starting to get close frequently. We were both sweating bullets by now. I nodded, but I had an idea.

After some shifting and shuffling, I was laying on my back, my head hanging upside down from the side of the bed with Javier standing right in front of me, with his bare cock, the condom tossed aside. He slowly pushed himself into my mouth. He pushed and pushed until I reacted. He was testing my depth. My hand was lost between my legs, lazily stroking my clit which by now was begging for release.

He kept slowly forcing himself, and I adjusted. Each time I gagged he pulled slightly back. Soon, after a few shifts and adjustments, he had his balls resting against my nose, as I resolutely forbid my throat from gagging. I was taking him all inside my mouth and I was proud of it.

The thrusting started.

The rhythm of his hips dictated the speed of my fingers. He kept going all the way out and then all the way in with slow, deliberate movements, and I continuously teased my clit. I had my eyes closed, and felt the drool running down my face. But I knew I was being watched, maybe not at all times. But certainly, they were taking peeks. That was turning me on more than I can explain.

His thrusts became shorter but also quicker. He was not pulling himself all the way out, choosing instead to stay either half or fully buried in my mouth. My fingers followed him. He moaned and kept picking up the pace. I couldn’t moan or I’d choke. I was only focusing on breathing and not gagging, and on working on my clit.

Eventually, it started becoming too much. Being watched. Being breath-deprived. Hearing him grunt, and moan my name. I started picking up the pace by myself. My legs started trembling. My thighs vibrated as if they were being jolted. He picked up the pace even further.

I came.

I came really hard.

My orgasm exploded and my legs lost all strength, preferring to mindlessly shake than to hold themselves up. I moaned into his cock, and gagged and choked. But I kept moaning and struggling to breathe. I don’t know if I struggled for one second or ten, but the next thing I felt, amidst the waves of the orgasm coursing down my body, was the liquid warmth of Javier’s cum landing everywhere: my face, my chin, my breasts, my stomach. Literally everywhere but my mouth. He had reflexively pulled out when I struggled but it had been too much for him as well.

Mixed with the final grunts of his orgasm, came the cheers, whistling, and encouraging claps of his friends.

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I got really excited just remembering all of this. I have to go uhh… do some stuff by myself now. Stick around for part 3!

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