This is a story from an earlier backpacking trip through Central America. Throughout this trip, I was more focused on the beauty of nature and culture than on getting laid, and it almost felt like I was taking a vacation from girls – which usually was my main obsession in everyday life during those days. But I still have this little gem of a story to tell. More adventure than erotica, but bear with me:
We’ve arrived in a backpacker party town situated on an island. The hostel is a really cool place with an inclusive vibe, and within an hour we’ve formed this big social circle that would stick together for the next few days, partying and doing day trips together. I’m really not focused on girls, but I’m in a very social mode, inviting everybody to drink rum with me, joking around with everybody and adding new people to the circle.
On the second day, we’re eating out for dinner. This newly-arrived Eastern European girl and I happen to be the only ones to order a big steak, and the following conversation takes place:
Her: “Oh man, I’ve been craving something like this for weeks!”
Me: “Mhm, I really wanted a piece of meat.”
Her: “A piece of meat! Oh yeah, especially in this town!”
I hadn’t intended the innuendo, and everybody else seems oblivious to it, but I smile to myself and know I’ll offer myself a shag in this town. She’s obviously looking to get laid, and she has a nice body and the kind of strong, feisty personality that I am attracted to.The party is mediocre that night, so I do absolutely nothing to escalate on her. The next day, we do a day trip to a beautiful island, and I still don’t escalate in any way. I feel like a predator sneaking up on its prey.
In the evening, there’s a big party on another island. We get there by boat, and it is awesome! Hundreds of people, location right on the sea, good music, cheap booze. I get really into it, get tequila shots for everyone and make the group dance. Within a minute, I’m dancing with two girls at the same time, one of my favourite things to do. Feisty Eastern European girl is one of them – Turn girl 1, turn girl 2, turn both of them, dance face-to-face with girl 1 while pulling in girl 2 and moving her hands all over my body, and so on. I am really enjoying myself, and people are watching.
We go outside for a smoke after a while, and Feisty says something about throwing me into the sea. A little commotion ensues, and I throw her into the water. She gets out and pushes me in, I pull her with me. Now we’re both soaking wet and tuned into each other.I pull her back to the dance floor. We are dancing in our thoroughly soaked clothes. The mood is now heavily sexual. Like her-legs-around-me-arching-her-back sexual. People are still watching. I pull her in for the kiss, and after a short make-out session I say “let’s get out of here”.
Apparently the location doesn’t usually let people out on the island, and we have to wait 5-10 minutes until they open the door for us. It’s a bit tricky, but I keep my mindset, joke and make out with her from time to time while we’re waiting for them to open the door.
This should have been a warning.
Outside:
Her: “Where are you taking me?”
A little bit of doubt in her voice.
Me: “I don’t know… just taking a walk”
I don’t know this island at all, but I’ve spotted an empty boat house and pull her in there. We start getting it on in the middle of this empty wooden hut, and within minutes I’m fingering her and she’s pulled out my cock. My pants and underwear are on the floor and I’m ready to roll on the condom when she freezes and says:”Somebody’s there!”I look around and see a big guy approaching the boat house. There are two more figures behind him. I immediately stand in front of her to cover her, and kiss her quickly to calm her down. For a fraction of a second, my naive mind is forming the reassuring thought that this guy just works here and is getting something he forgot.
That’s of course nonsense. Before I’ve finished the thought, he grabs my pants and runs away, leaving me butt-naked and puzzled for another split-second.
Thankfully, a more useful primal instinct kicks in, and I charge after him in full fight-not-flight mode, my cock flying free between my legs. The adrenaline rush is tremendous, and I catch up with him very quickly. Not wasting a single thought about my nakedness, I jump him rugby-style. Although I miscalculated, I manage to grab his ankles and we both fall flat on our faces.
We’re both up very quickly and he manages to get away from me again. We’re now running into this village, and it starts dawning on me that they’re three fully clothed locals, while I am alone, wearing only a wife-beater – and NO PANTS – and don’t know the place at all. But just then I see both his hands – and he isn’t holding my pants anymore!
I slow down, let them get away and feel the sweet rush of victory run through me.
However, on the way back to the boathouse, I can’t find my pants anywhere. I start to wonder if he threw them to the sea, and the adrenaline has retreated enough for me to think about the consequences of my nakedness: I’ll have to walk through a huge party crowd, take a boat taxi and a walk through the entire town and then knock on the hostel door – wearing only a wife-beater that is barely enough cloth to wrap around my cock!
I’m lucky though. Just as Feisty turns up, I find my pants close to the spot where I’ve tackled big guy. I try to celebrate this by going straight for the lay again, but the second condom is missing from my pants and the three locals return and throw coconuts from a distance, so I decide to move back to the party.
Back inside (after a long wait outside the door), dancing in my wet and sandy pants is not a lot of fun anymore, so I decide to move it back to the hostel. We take the water taxi and find our way home, where we both decide it’s time for a shower. She says she’s not willing to have sex in the dormitories, but it only takes my asking “should we share a shower?” to bring about a happy ending to a crazy night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rm2tbl/i_chased_and_caught_a_thief_while_butt_naked_from