That time we fucked in a Croation corridor because we couldn’t get any privacy [FM] [F24, M27]

Preface – we are a madly in love 28F 31M couple, together for 5 years. This story took place about 4 years ago whilst on holiday with friends and is written by the female half. Enjoy!

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I sneaked another glance at him from through my eyelashes, and he wasn’t looking this time. I took the moment to study him appraisingly; his skin had turned light brown in the croatian sun and he had stripped off one of his self-style cut-off tshirts and thrown it carelessly on the wobbly mosaic-style table they had on the balcony. I looked over his broad shoulders and big chest, and the tattoos decorating them, admiring the generous amount of dark brown hair that was growing down his stomach and under his too-small bright orange shorts. He looked up at me just as I paused there, catching me staring at his shorts. His lip curled into a smirk, playful fire in eyes, knowing exactly what I was thinking. again. 

We had been on holiday here with our friends for a few days now, sharing the sofa bed in the kitchen of the apartment we were staying in, and it had been near hell. We couldn’t stop looking at each other, scantily clad to keep cool in the scorching sun, glistening with sweet-smelling suncream, and full of the joie de vivre. Underneath our summer clothes though we were burning, bodies on fire with the need to fill and be filled by one another; desperate to fuck. Like, going to die desperate to be fucked. 

I was on fire again, I could feel my blood pumping through my pussy and little electric shocks jolting through my body. I looked up at him again and he was still looking at me, I looked down and could tell his dick was starting to get hard. It was starting to strain at those god-blessed tiny shorts. Any longer like this and I was going to burst into flame and leave nothing but a sad pile of ash for my friends to sweep into an urn and display on their mantlepiece. 

I looked directly into his bright, sea-blue eyes and he tilted his head a centimetre’s worth towards the dark interior of the apartment and I responded with one of my perfect winks and a tiny smile. We stood up, not saying a word to the people chatting and laughing to each other, and walked through the sliding doors into the kitchen. Once we were inside, I threw a look over my shoulder to make sure no one could see us and as I turned back he grabbed hold of my face and crushed his full lips against mine; they were warm and tasted like strong gin and tonic. Our mouths opened as they moved against each other, our tongues just brushing at first and then reaching out to explore each other. We were taking deep, gasping breaths as we kissed desperately, bodies pressed against each other. My fingers were digging into the broad muscled planes of his back, while his hands roved over my arse, pulling my hips so my pelvis was crushed against his rock hard erection. 

The power of our kiss and the size of his body was forcing me backwards until I was pressed against the cold tiles of the wall. I was incredibly turned on, I was drunk on the size and smell of him and I could feel my vagina was soaking wet; I had to be filled. Still lips-to-lips, I lifted a leg and he bent his knees a bit to meet what I was opening to, his dick rubbing my clit through his shorts and my bikini bottoms as he ground into me. Pleasure was coursing through my body and I was dizzy with it.

We couldn’t keep doing this and we were in no state to stop and join the chatter of our friends outside again. But there was nowhere to go where we could be undisturbed, I cursed the bed situation of this stupid holiday again. 

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the apartment into the dingy public hallway, we took a few steps around one corner so if someone came out we would hear them a second before they saw us. Immediately I was up against the wall again, the rough stones of it biting into my back, kissing while his fabric-covered dick was sliding between the lips of my pussy. Now we were in some semblance of privacy, we separated an inch and I spread my legs and moved my bikini bottoms to one side to invite him to explore and, with one hand braced against the wall behind me, he took the other hand and with his longest finger, swiped one feather-light touch back to front over the outside lips of my vagina, gasping as he felt that I was nearly dripping wet. It wasn’t enough, I needed more, I needed to have that dick I loved so much pounded into me, again and again and again. 

This time, his finger popped inside the spread of my lips and swept the length of my wet pussy, bumping over my clit once, twice, and one more time. I leant my head back against the wall, biting back a moan as his finger was sliding over my clit, pausing to trace circles on it steadily working harder and harder. His mouth was on my neck, sending further shivers through my body, kissing, nipping and licking. I was in heaven and I still wanted to have something inside me but was glad his finger was only touching my clit and rubbing his fingers between my lips because the first thing I wanted inside me was a big, hard dick. 

I wasn’t going to get this yet and he dropped to his knees, grabbing one of my thighs and pressing it up so my knee was against the wall and my pussy hand opened for him. It was hot and full and ready. Leaning forward, he licked from the hole to over my clit a few times, lapping up the juices before sealing his mouth over my clit, a moan rumbling from his throat as he sucked and teased his tongue over the nub of my clit. It wasn’t enough, I wanted more.

“Fuck me.” I said under my breath. He looked up at me and smiled radiantly, coming back up to standing. I stroked my hand over his balls and up to the tip of his dick as an invitation, feeling him shudder as I reached the sensitive end. He slid his shorts down so they were perched just under his arse revealing his dick and balls; I took a quick look to admire them, they were perfect. I turned around the faced the wall and pushed my arse out towards him, and running one final finger between my legs, he grabbed a hip with one hand and guided his dick towards my pussy. Without penetrating me, he let the length of it slide between my lips, nudging my clit at the end, driving me wild. This was too much messing around, too much teasing, I let out a noise of frustration and with precise slowness he guided the head of his dick to the opening of my vagina. I could feel the smooth head of it just knocking at my door, starting to force me open. I was so ready for it, I was slick inside and out, and with excruciating slowness he pushed his dick inside of me, to the hilt. It slid in easily, spreading me wide open and filling me up, it was bliss. His dick was as hard as it could get, long and girthy, stretching me. 

He pulled it near out again and pushed it all the way back in, firmly but quite slowly pounding me, leaning forwards, and reaching around to grab one of my breasts. He sped up now, pumping his dick in and out of my pussy, harder and harder. I loved it, I loved being filled up and spread open. We were breathing heavily, heedless of if anyone could hear us. His hips were slapping against my arse and I knew his balls were getting tighter and tighter as I could feel them less and less against the front of the lips of my pussy. 

I couldn’t believe it was possible but I could feel his dick getting even harder and his bell end start to get bigger as it filled with blood. This was my favourite feeling, the feeling of his engorged bellend filling me even further and sliding up and down the inside of my pussy like a hard ball, stretching the opening to my vagina even more before plunging back inside me. 

He clutched my hip to near pain and pulsed inside of me, tensing up more and more before tensely whispering “I’m going to come.” In a final deep deep thrust he drove his dick as far as it would go in and came inside of me, his dick throbbing deep inside of me. It was ecstacy and he kept lightly pulsing a few times until he came to a stop and rested against my back. 

He slowly pulled himself out of me and we rearranged our clothes and shared a slow kiss in each other’s arms. We gave each other a cursory once over to make sure we didn’t look like we had been fucking in the corridor before going back inside the apartment to go through the slow agony of wanting each other but having nowhere private to go.

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