[Group] My buddy and I shared an AirBNB with two models in Paris. On our last night, we fucked them.

So this goes a little longer than I planned but believe me I’ve tried to only include details that are relevant.

So my buddy Steve (I’ve known him since high school) and I decided to make a last-minute trip to Paris. We found a room in a great location on short notice — one bedroom (two beds) in a duplex. Another room would be occupied by another pair of travelers. Separate bathrooms, shared kitchen. No problem.

So we show up on the same day as our new roommates and to our surprise discover they’re a pair of smashingly hot models.

I’m going light on details because they’re borderline identifiable (I’ve seen images of one posted on Reddit), but: they’re both early-twenties, very hot, feminine, big-breasted types. One is blonde, the other dark-haired. Both of them are very sweet. They explain they’re traveling around for some kind of travel promotional thing (I never quite understood it, and I’m not sure they did either), but mostly they’re just going out, partying, having fun.

As nice as they seem (and as balls-achingly hot as they are), Steve and I are about ten years older and essentially on a different wavelength. And on a different schedule, as they’re out partying until early morning every night and we’re getting up earlyish to explore the city. Still, we occasionally overlap our “common space” time with them and as the week progresses we develop a kind of rapport. They’re having an ongoing lost luggage delivery issue and Steve (who is fluent in French) helps sort it out for them with the airline. They seem grateful for that.

After a week of occasional but pleasant interactions, on Friday night they ask us if we want to go see the Eiffel tower with them. Of course we’re down for that (it’s literally impossible to say no to two women that hot). Even at night it’s pretty crowded and a group of Amercian college bros recogizes our housemates and starts following us, trying to get them to respond. Steve and I exchange a knowing glance, turn towards the group, and explain to them that they need leave these ladies alone. I’m a pretty big guy—former college wrestler—and I’m good at getting bullies to back down without fight, these guys are easily handled. (They give us some dirty looks but they stop following us.) The girls don’t say much but I can tell they’re quietly impressed.

We take in the view, and I take some shots for their socials. Then they’re off to some invite-only event, but after conferring with each other they tell us they want to buy us a drink first. Again, who can refuse? We spend a nice hour or so at a club, drinking and chatting—my god they are hot, every pair of eyes was on them—and then they hop into a cab to go to their social event and Steve and I return home.

The next morning Steve and I get breakfast and head back to the AirBNB just as the girls are getting up. I ask them how the rest of their evening went and the blonde rolls her eyes and says something like, “we had a lot more fun with you guys.” Then they suggest we all go out to dinner that night, since we’re leaving the following morning. We agree of course.

Evening rolls around they emerge from their room all dolled up in little black dresses and looking stunning. We’re dressed up, too, but… jesus. They’re all curves and legs and flowing hair and blinking eyes. As we head out they take our arms (the blonde mine, the brunette Steve’s) and I gotta say I’ve escorted pretty girls before but this is another level of high. They’re treating us like their dates and it feels incredible. We get a lot of jealous stares as we enter the restaurant.

The dinner is a lot of fun, we go through two bottles of wine. They have plans with their sponsors for afterwards (as usual, ugh) but towards the end they begin talking like they’re looking for excuses to do something else.

“What are you guys up to?” the brunette asks.

We pause for a moment, aware this is an opportunity.

Steve volunteers, “Wanna check out the roof of our place?”

They don’t even confer this time. “Sure!”

Back at the AirBNB, we get the roof hatch open with the help of a kitchen chair, pull the folding ladder down, and climb up, first Steve, then the girls, then me. “No peeking”, jokes the blonde as she climbs up in her little dress. Not gonna lie, I do accidentally glance up and catch a glimpse of a hot pink lace thong between her legs. (I’m sure I was blushing like crazy for at least five minutes after that. If she noticed, it didn’t bother her.)

On the roof, it’s a clear night and the view is amazing. But it’s windy and cold and the pretty soon the girls are huddling up against each other. We’d brought up a bottle of red wine, and we’re passing it back and forth. We finish it pretty quickly and decide to go back downstairs and open another.

It’s nice and warm in the apartment and it’s pretty clear immediately that we aren’t leaving. The girls take off their coats and we do too. We fix some cocktails and sit down on the couches—the girls on one, Steve and I on the other. Then the blonde grins slyly and said, “You guys wanna do some molly?” She produces a small baggie of pills and waves it flirtatiously. I’d never done MDMA (Steve has) but what the hell, this doesn’t feel like a night to turn down new things. We each take one.

Well, I understand it now. As they kick in we start having an amazing, positive conversation. They’re talking about their crazy lifestyle and it’s legitimately pretty fascinating! They’re asking us about ourselves too, holding eye contact and seeming genuinely interested. I can’t begin to tell you what a trip it is to have a pair of gorgeous girls focusing their attention 100% on you. It’s intoxicating. The brunette wants to put on music and we figure out the stereo and get it tuned to some French station. Then she stands up, pulls the blonde to her feet, and Steve and I kick back and watch them dancing together. And then they’re kissing each other, not the kind of show-off kisses some girls do for attention, but long, slow, deep, kisses. Biting lips. There is definitely tongue.

The couch feels good. The view is amazing.

After a few endless minutes of making out they break apart, giggling. Then the blonde pulls them over to the couch and they squeeze in between us, the blonde against me, the brunette against Steve. They kiss a little more, posing for me to take a pic of their tongues touching. Then they separate and each turns towards one of us. The blonde starts running her hand up and down my leg. Even though it feels like an invitation to reciprocate I’m a little shy and conscious of not wanting to take advantage. Then she puts her lips to my ear and says, “Touch me.”

So I do. I put one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her thigh and before I know it we’re making out. I glimpse Steve and the brunette are doing the same and then I close my eyes and focus 100% on the sensation of having this gorgeous woman in my arms. Before long I’m stroking the underside of her (incredible, round, firm) breasts through the fabric of her dress, and she’s moaning through our kisses. She starts gently tracing my (very hard) cock through my jeans. I’m pretty decently hung and she seems excited by that (murmuring in my ear, “Wow”).

As we continue making out, I gradually become of the couch moving in rhythm. I open my eyes and see the brunette straddling Steve, dress pulled up to her hips, moving in rhythm, fucking him. The blonde opens her eyes and notices too and suddenly we’re all laughing. Then the blonde stands up, tugs her pink thong loose until it falls around her ankles, steps out of it and lowers onto my lap, straddling me and fumbling with my belt buckle. I wise up, pull my belt off, unzip and pull my drawers down. My heavy stiff cock springs out. She grins, takes it in one hand, raise her hip and then and lowers down onto the head. She’s very tight but also very wet, and after a moment of resistance the head of my cock slides in between her pussy lips. She lets out a little gasp. Now she has both hands on my shoulders, pushing her hips up and down and taking me a little deeper each time. She presses her lips against mine and starts probing my mouth with her tongue. I’m moving my pelvis up and down to match her rhythm and pretty soon she’s taking me all the way (tight but deep!) and whimpering and moaning between kisses.

Meanwhile the brunette and Steve are still fucking and the sounds of that combined with our own fucking are almost sensory overload. The brunette is clearly near the edge and then suddenly she and Steve start cumming at the same time. Their sounds pushus over the edge. I start bucking my hips, pushing my cock balls deep into the blonde, she’s holding my shoulders and riding me like a bronco. My hands o are squeezing her perfect tits and she starts leaning into them, like she’s getting dizzy. Her pussy is pulsing and I can feel she’s cumming. That’s when I lose it. I pump load after load deep into her. (And yeah, at this point I’m just hoping she’s on b/c—turns out she is).

For the next several minutes everyone is just catching their breaths and recovering. Then the girls exchange glances and start giggling. They lean towards each other and start gently kissing. Steve and I look at each other, the girls still straddling us, our ducks still inside, and do an actual high-five. The girls notice and crack up.

Afterwards, we cuddled on the couch in a contented daze and kind of dozed off.

That’s not even the end of the evening (they woke us up with a surprise) but this post seems long—and probably unbelievable—enough. I’ll write up the second part if there’s enough interest!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rhvw5z/group_my_buddy_and_i_shared_an_airbnb_with_two