This one happened around the time I graduated college and started my first real job. I had my own apartment, a nice little studio with a leaking bathroom ceiling, and I thought, “Hell what do real adults do? Take a vacation.”
So I booked a trip.
To Bali no less. I’d always wanted to go, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t eager at the prospect of meeting some home run foreign stud. My wish came true not even 24 hours after I stepped off the plane.
One thing about international travel that always gets me is the jet lag. Trips to the other side of the planet are the worst offender. I become essentially nocturnal for a day or more. After checking in to my hostel in Kuta (essentially a party town that happens to boast exceptional surfing), I spent about a day intermittently sleeping.
I’d made reservations at about the cheapest hostel I could find which meant sleeping in a big communal room with 20 or so others. In the middle of the day when I’d checked in, the room was empty, but on waking up from my jet lag nap, I was confronted by five or six people milling around. They were in the opposite corner, and one guy caught my attention immediately. He was quite tall, had a nice sharp jaw line— and by god right away they started speaking French. My knees went weak and I wasn’t even standing up. I’d always found spoken French incredibly hot, and by my mark, this was looking to be a fantastic opportunity.
One of the girls in the group seemed to notice I’d woken, and smiled gesturing for me to come over. She switched to English and we each introduced ourselves. Immediately I was dismayed as Mr. Jawline, Luc (go figure), didn’t speak English. He just nodded shyly at me and said his name, offering his hand to shake.
The girl who’d invited me over, Olivia, was from the states too, so we became quick friends. After a few minutes of introductions they were inviting me to the club with them. So I worked quickly on my makeup and pulled on short white dress. It was empire cut and it left little to the imagination. Off we went, our little band of strangers, already riding high on the shots we took at the hostel bar.
Olivia was beautiful with long brown hair and we chatted for a while. I wasn’t much of a surfer but she was clearly quite good even though she downplayed it. She had a great tan and caught more than a few stray looks at her ass in her tight jeans.
Luc’s friends kept making passes at her, and the drunker we got the more annoyed I got at this.
“Why don’t you tell them to stop, Olivia?”
She laughed, “It’s nothing— these French guys just do that. You’ll see honey. Just wait til they start on you in an hour.”
And it didn’t take nearly that long. One of the guys, Jean, pestered me over and over again.
“Mira my love…” His French accent was heavy. “A kiss please”. He would pucker his lips and hold a shot up just out of reach. I half heartedly granted him one on the dance floor and he made a big show of fainting like he’d been shot. I grinned.
The other guys were fun but Luc, Mr. Jawline, was my prize. He was shier than his friends, a bit more reserved. He danced a little at first, but picked up more and more as the alcohol flowed. At some point we’d started dancing together and as I was grinding on him I felt his dick growing hard.
I looked at him and said tauntingly, “Whats that, Luc?”
He just grinned at me sheepishly and placed his hands on my hips. We carried on like this for a few minutes, and suddenly I found myself outside of the club making out with him. He was a surfer too I gathered, because he was tan and toned in that unique surfer fashion.
I felt his muscles under his shirt for a fleeting moment with halted breaths, but suddenly his friends were shouting at us from across the street. He just made that sheepish grin again and left me with a kiss.
I was so drunk I don’t even remember stumbling back to the hostel with Olivia but somehow we made it.
“Good night?” She slurred.
I was already asleep.
Around 3AM I woke partially from my deathly sleep to the sound of laughter and people hushing each other as they climbed into bed, and to my surprise, felt a hand on my back.
“Shhhh.” Luc whispered, kissing my forehead. He slid right next to me on my bunk in the corner. I was suddenly very sober and very horny. I held him closely. There’s some things you don’t need words to say, and we both knew we were going to have to wait until everyone was sleeping to do anything. So we lay there in the dark, anticipation building and building as he softly caressed my thigh. I was still wearing the white dress and felt his hands brushed over my tits as I exhaled sharply.
The laughs diminished and soon there was no sound at all besides breathing and a bit of snoring in the darkness. Luc whispered in my ear “Mira” and something else in French. I shivered. I could feel his dick pressed up against my ass, separated only by his board shorts and my flimsy thong.
Olivia had taken the bunk above me and I was trying to be careful to not make any type of movement lest she hear and wake up. Her faint snoring descended on us as Luc began to play with my pussy with his long fingers. He moved them slowly and slower still, and I felt a heat building between my legs.
Bali was going well.
He took his finger out and softly pushed it into my mouth, coated in my juices. I could have died of horniness right then. I sucked on it silently in the dark, trying to remember that we needed to be quiet. Blindly fumbling in the dark I reached back for Luc’s cock. I wanted to suck it so badly but I couldn’t for fear of moving too much. He was tracing smooth circles around my breasts, and gently biting my ear. I hesitated before I grabbed it, hoping for approval which came in the form of a sharp tweak on my nipple. I gasped softly and gripped his cock in the dark. He was hard. Very hard, and I started pumping up and down with my hand. Luc was breathing steadily into my ear. Fuck this, I thought to myself, and I guided him into my warm pussy. He slowly pushed forward, sliding his finger back into my mouth to muffle the sigh that escaped it. It was bliss as he filled me up inch by inch.
I wanted to tell him how good he felt, but all I could do was push my ass into him to let him know. He was building a slow and deliberate rhythm with his thrusts and I could feel hear the shitty hostel bed starting to creak. I was just on the edge of an orgasm when suddenly I heard Olivia, “Mira are you awake?”
I considered replying but thought it best to pretend to be asleep. Luc pushed himself all the way inside me, stretching my pussy just right. I was shaking, my juicing covering his dick, trying so hard not to make a sound. The combination of this and hearing Mira, knowing we were fucking just a few feet away from her pushed me over the edge. With a few more thrusts I felt him spasming inside me and I backed my ass into him, eager for as much of his dick as I could take. I could have screamed, and so I buried my face in the pillow to keep muffle the moans I couldn’t control. I was clawing at his arms with one hand and and using the other to push the pillow over my mouth as I came.
“Mira?” She called again softer this time. I didn’t reply and laid there still with Luc buried in me to the hilt, slowly growing softer.
Eventually her snoring resumed and Luc slipped out of the bed.
The next day Olivia pretended not to let on but at lunch asked me- “how was Luc?” with a smirk.
I did end up having some more fun on that trip which I’m happy to write about if there’s interest.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11plavm/fm_fucked_by_a_french_dude_while_my_friend_sleeps
This was so well written, thank you. I know I’d love to hear more :)