While staying at a nice hotel recently and after returning back to our room following several drinks at the bar, my wife shared with me a story that she has never told me as she is a little embarrassed about it. Needless to say I loved it….
When 20 or 21 & single, she was vacationing with friends in Europe on a party island for a couple of weeks of sunbathing & sleeping through the day, partying through the night. The four girls were sharing a private but basic room in a hostel, the type with two bunks and a ceiling fan with access to a shared bathroom. One night, her friend Em got wasted at a bar in the town and was worse for wear. My wife, enjoying the buzz of a few drinks and a lively bar, was disappointed but agreed it was best to take Em back in a taxi while her other two friends stayed out.
When they got back around midnight it wasn’t long before her friend was in the top bunk breathing heavily, passed out. My wife stripped down to a little vest top and shorts then climbed into the lower bunk of the same bed a little frustrated about her night being brought to premature close.
As she struggled to get to sleep she began to hear an unmistakable rhythmic pounding on the thin wall next to her bed and some stifled moaning. Soon enough, my wife said the pounding grew louder as whoever was fucking on the other side of the wall got more frantic. My wife who hadn’t had a fuck for six months since a break-up with a boyfriend said that the girl’s moans turned her on and that as the walls were so thin it almost felt that she was in the room with them.
My wife pulled her vest up so she could caress one of her big 36dd tits and slipped the other hand under the band of her shorts. She began to eagerly rub her clit to the sounds of the slapping, moaning and fucking next door. My wife said that as the girl came loudly she desperately fingered her soaking pussy to release her own orgasm.
She said that as she came she buried her head into a pillow to stifle her own moans and that her leg was almost drumming against the wooden slats of the bunk as an intense orgasm washed over her.
As her breathing subsided she heard giggling from the bunk above as Em asked her ‘Was that nice?’. She hadn’t been fully asleep!
I asked if Em ever spoke to her about it. She said not and that she remembered feeling embarrassed, desperately hoping that her drunk friend wouldn’t remember in the morning but that Em had given her a wry smile when they woke the next day. I like to think that Em told her other two friends what she had heard in the bunk below!
Has anyone been busted by friends?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zhke34/listening_in_the_hostel_f_f20