This is my first time posting here but I’ve loved reading the adventures of everyone else in this Reddit so much I thought I’d share my own. I love a good build up to a story but I also know I’m a long style writer so if you’re not so inclined then most of the fun starts after the – – – line you horny fuckers.
My name is Tom and I’m a pretty sexual guy, I’ve spent most of my adult life so far in long term relationships which usually satisfied my libido but at the beginning of 2020 I decided to break up with my long term girlfriend so I could fulfill my dream of travelling the world. Smart move just before a pandemic…
Just after the first 3 month quarantine ended I decided that there was no way in hell I was going to get trapped in my small apartment in the middle of rainy England again if another lockdown were to be announced.
I had exhausted the entirety of Netflix, I was sick of home workouts and baking bread and there was nowhere really that exciting to walk around within distance of where I lived. I was following lockdown rules almost religiously and so hadn’t seen anyone else besides my very platonic housemate for the past 90 or so days. I was bored, I was lonely, I craved sex more than I liked to admit but what I really wanted was an adventure.
After taking some Italian lessons during lockdown I decided to solo travel round Italy for a few months as soon as we were released and allowed to head to the airports again. Italy had faced the worst of it all way before the UK and by the time I got there COVID rates had decreased to below the UK’s and everything was starting to open up again.
The first 2 weeks I had spent working on a farm/yoga retreat where I really found my Zen and loved every second of it but it was just a little too quiet and peaceful for my liking after already spending the last 12 weeks in near isolation. Plus it was outrageously boiling working on a farm in the Italian summer heat. So I decided to pack up my things, said bye to all of my newfound Italian farmer friends and headed 2 hours North to Rome.
After a bit of a sweaty bus journey and a trek to the hostel in 35C heat (95F for my friends across the pond) I finally made it to my deliciously air conditioned dorm room which was empty besides some clothes and books that had been left on maybe four out of the available eight beds. I dumped my rucksack on one of the lower bunks and went to grab a cold shower.
When I came back there was a 60 somethingish dude crashed out on one of the other lower bunks, “pity it’s not a cute girl” I must’ve thought at the time “but you win some, you lose some and he might be cool when he wakes up, who knows”.
I debated going back out onto the streets of Rome to explore for a bit but I was a little hungover from drinks around the bonfire the night before, it was still the middle of the day and the sun was fierce so I decided to follow the old timer’s example and settled in for a nap.
I was woken up at about 5pm by Spanish chatter coming from the shared kitchen that connected the 8 different dorm rooms on our floor. Bleary eyed I wondered out of the room to go and try and be sociable and found two guys and a cute girl sitting on the balcony that led off from the kitchen.
“Heyyy how’s it going man!?” The big, bearded Spanish guy asked as soon as he noticed me wander out into the sun. “You want a beer!?”. I had never been the biggest beer fan until I got to Italy, then the combo of the dry sun and the surprisingly tasty Italian beer turned me around, so I accepted, he went back into the kitchen to get me a cold one and offered me his seat between the girl and the other guy who hadn’t said a word (I’d find out later he was Russian and didn’t actually speak English, Italian or Spanish which explained the silence).
As I squeezed past Mr Russia along the awkwardly narrow balcony to the empty seat I managed to get a good view of the small girl, sitting at the end sipping on a Moretti.
She could not have been any more of a contrast to me. Besides being female the main difference was how tiny she was. She could not have been taller than 5 foot compared to my rugby player 6’4” frame and I reckon I must’ve been nearly pushing 3 times her weight. She had mid length dark brown hair with some blonde sun streaks and the fact she was so tan (another contrast to my ghostlike English skin), coupled with the fact she was speaking Spanish when I came out, led me to believe she was also Spanish or maybe Mexican.
When I started making small talk with her though, it turned out I was completely wrong. Her name was Nina and she was also, in fact, from England but had Spanish parents. She was just starting a gap year before she went to Uni and had only just found out that very day that she had gotten into Oxford to study Law!
After hearing that news and after having an ice cold beer handed to me I said that of course we had to celebrate! The other guys were down too and after downing our beers and heading out to grab a pizza (it’s Rome) we proceeded to pick up a crate of insanely cheap beers and headed back to the Hostel, where we were pleasantly surprised by another crowd of people in the kitchen who had also just arrived at the hostel.
We split the beers between all of us (about 10 of us in total) as well as a very soaplike tasting bottle of limoncello. When we were all sufficiently tipsy, we headed out to the one bar we knew was definitely open. It was a bit of a dive, everyone had to stand outside and it was mostly filled with whatever tourists had made it to Rome during the pandemic, although a few Italians did join us later.
After getting in a few rounds of G&Ts in each, which were super strong and cheaper than beers, Nina and I were a good level of tipsy. After an hour or so of half dancing/half shouting the odd drunken comment at each other over the music we decided to try and find a seat. Turns out she was the most talkative 18 year old I’ve ever met but I was starting to get a sore neck from having to look down so much, so sitting down would be a welcome change.
We ended up sitting down at a table with a few of the other people at the hostel where conversation quickly turned to sex as it tends to when alcohol is involved. A few of the guys at the table (also British) started talking about Tinder and how girls always want relationships and guys are usually just after friends with benefits most of the time. Most of the conversation is a bit of a blur now but what I do remember is Nina saying “Friends with benefits is literally the best situation you can have. You can hang out with someone and enjoy being their friend but also…you can fuck. What’s not to like!?” As those last words came out of her mouth she took a quick glance across the table to me, caught my eye and almost instantly blushed and turned away again shyly. Hearing her talk about sex so bluntly whilst also getting shy about it at the same time for some reason really got my engine going. I caught my unconscious projecting some filth into the forefront of my mind which made me grin a little and when I looked back up at Nina she was now giving me almost the same look.
She got up from the table and said she was going for a cigarette. I don’t smoke (cigarettes) usually but the alcohol had removed a few inhibitions so I got up to join her and we sauntered off to lean against a quiet wall a few metres away from where the other guys were sitting.
As soon as we got there my primal side took over, or maybe I just wanted to get in before she tasted of cigarettes, but I put my hands around her waist whilst I looked in her eyes for any sort of objection. Instead she returned that look with what I can only describe as an energetic but nervous sort of lust.
This drove me wild and without thinking I pushed her against the wall a little harder than I think she was ready for. Crouching down quite a bit, my lips met hers and they danced around themselves whilst my body kept her pinned to the wall and my hand found itself under the hair at the back of her neck which I used to pull her mouth into mine. She wasn’t the best kisser in the world but my god did her enthusiasm make up for it. In no time I could feel my boxers stretch under my jeans. Maybe she felt it, maybe she didn’t but she bit my lip and then pulled away so she could whisper “I’m really sorry but I’m on my period so we can’t do…that tonight”.
Ok so not exactly what I had been hoping for, being the big bag of horniness I was that evening, but I told her ‘not to worry about it at all, I wasn’t expecting anything anyway and maybe if we were still at the hostel together in a few days when it was done we could see what happens?’ She gave me a cheeky smile and whimpered out a “yeah that sounds good”, blushed again and started walking back over to the table.
“Hey don’t you still want that cigarette?” I asked her. She turned around obviously embarrassed, “yeah sorry I forgot”. She was such a fucking dork. I loved it.
The rest of the night did not go at all how I had imagined it would in the slightest. Someone in the group decided the bar we were at wasn’t lively enough and wanted to go somewhere else.
Nobody wanted to walk and we ended up waiting for a bus to take us to a place called to Trieste which was apparently where everything happens. After half an hour on the bus we got there and every. single. bar. was completely full with no seating inside and no drinks allowed outside unless you were at a table. Fucking Covid man. After walking around for another half hour we finally landed a 4 seater table we could all huddle around. After spending so long on the move we had all sobered up a little until someone ordered a few trays of shots for the table. 3 shots each in about 30 seconds.
Nina was standing next to the seat I was in and after she had downed her third shot she very smoothly perched herself onto my lap whilst everyone else was still distracted by the aftermath of the shots. I knew she said we couldn’t do anything tonight but my mind was still racing along whilst my arm, seemingly by itself, lifted around her so my hand rested on her thigh.
Nina and I decided we wanted to leave the bar to walk home, through the streets of Rome, drunk, at 2am. This is the sort of adventure I had been dreaming about. Except we didn’t quite make it home without our drunken asses seeing a fountain in the middle of a roundabout which I dared Nina to climb into. Without a word of hesitation she handed me her bag and her phone and climbed into the first level, climbing up to the second before coming back down. “Your turn” she says.
Now I hate the fact that I played so perfectly into the role of typical drunken British tourist but there was no fucking way I was letting her win this little game. So I climbed into the bottom of the fountain, walked past where she was standing in an incredibly see through white top that almost looked like it had been shrink wrapped around her perky little tits.
I climbed up to the second level and then up to the third level thinking ‘ha I win’. Then the Carabinieri (Italian police) show up.
Thank fuck I learned the words for “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m stupid” in Italian. They must’ve been near the end of their shift as one of them just took our IDs, wrote down our details and then just said “Not possible” as he handed me back the cards and sent us on our way.
The fountain was only about 5 minutes away from our hostel and we squelched back, grinning stupidly to ourselves and saying it was all each other’s fault. Near,y getting arrested was a great way to sober up though, we both agreed. When we arrived back it must’ve been pushing nearly 4am. I reached down for a quick goodnight kiss which I thought would be the end of it but she had other ideas. She jumped, wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and carried on kissing me. Breathlessly she said “can I stay with you tonight?” and flashed me the cutest puppydog eyes which I feel she must have definitely practiced before.
I wasn’t prepared for that but obviously said yes. Sex or no sex, I fucking love a good cuddle.
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We tried to be as quiet as possible which didn’t start off well when the key card beeped loudly to let us into the room. It was almost pitch black apart from a few slits of a street light coming in through the wooden blinds and the light coming in behind us which disappeared when we clicked the door shut. Luckily the symphony of the snores and breathing of the other 7 travellers masked our shuffles as I slowly lead the way to my bed in the far corner of the room. When I stopped I heard the unmistakable and oddly sexy sound of wet clothes being peeled off and then schlopped onto the ground.
It was then I was insanely glad there were those beams of light escaping through the cracks. Just enough to see a few lines bounce off her petite and slim wet body with her damp hair dangled down below her shoulders in one big tangle. Her breasts were just big enough for me to see their perky outline, with equally tiny nipples that had been visible through her wet shirt but were even more pronounced now in the air conditioned room. Lower down her stomach had those two faint lines outlining her abdominals which curved down and almost seemed to guide the eyes down to her shaved mound.
She stood there and watched me undress. Fair enough considering how much I had just been gawking at her. When we were both naked, she didn’t say anything apart from “shall we get into bed?” but then picked a towel up from the end of my bed and draped it over the mattress and gave me a quick nervous grin. I climbed in first and she climbed in after. When she realised there wasn’t much space and repositioned herself on top of me with her face next to mine and her toes just below my knees.
I didn’t realise how cold she was until her icy skin pressed against mine and I could feel her nipples pressed into my chest. I wrapped the duvet around us and then wrapped my arms around her until we had both warmed up a bit, I’m normally a giant radiator so it didn’t take long.
She snuggled up to me and when her nose brushed against mine that was it, the kissing from the bar started again except this time we were free to do as we please, well as much as we could in a crowded hostel room.
Almost as soon as we started kissing my hands moved from her waist down to firmly around her ass. She didn’t have the biggest ass in the world, being the tiny girl she was, but what she did have was soft and incredible to play with and she let out a tiny moan as I kneaded her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. I whispered that I didn’t mind that she was on her period if she didn’t, she giggled and said “you’re a rare man” and carried on kissing me.
For anyone thinking this is gross, my opinion is, you’re also just a big sack of blood. It shouldn’t freak you out if you get a little on you (and we were actually delighted to find out later that there was only a tiny bit of blood which I didn’t even notice so we had nothing to worry about all along, result.)
I shuffled her a little more up my shoulder and reached my fingers down between the cheeks of her ass until I could feel the warmth of her pussy from at least a few inches away. I carried on downwards and ran my fingers either side of her slit and stopped when my fingers reached just below her clit, held them there for a second and retreated. After the fourth or fifth time doing this she got impatient and pushed herself down so my fingers pushed over her clit at last, she bucked a little and let out a little “mmmmmm” from under her breath. I let go and she must’ve thought I was teaching her a lesson for being impatient, but I grabbed her under her arms and turned her round so her ass was pressed against my dick, which had been rock hard ever since we had gotten into bed and she climbed on top of me.
I reached up and clamped one of my hands around her throat and pulled her further over so she was lying on top of me. The other reached back down between her thighs. I moved my middle finger back to her slit and when I pressed just a little I could feel how wet she was between her lips. Being a bit more impatient this time I suddenly pushed my finger inside of her which she wasn’t expecting. The walls of her tight pussy clamped around me whilst I slowly slid my finger in and out of her until she relaxed a little. When she eventually did, I added my index finger to the action and could only just manage to push past the first bends of my fingers before I was met with a bit of resistance . I kept my fingers where they were as I curled the tips upwards to push against her g spot. She gave a little shiver and started to pant harder and harder as her pussy relaxed against my fingers and I could move them in further. I could already hear the wet noises coming from beneath the sheets and her hard breathing was adding to the noise.
I took my other hand from around her neck and placed it over her mouth as I told her to try and stay quiet. As I did that I pulled my wet fingers out of her and used them to press into her clit, gently at first but then with a little added pressure on. I moved in a tiny circle which she seemed to be enjoying and moved with me. As I picked up speed she loudly moaned into my hand and after about a minute she was bucking her hips against my hand as she came hard. Her breathing from her nose seemed almost forced so I let my hand go from her mouth as she settled down from the orgasm.
After a minute or so she rolled back over so we were face to face again and she told me she wanted to help me cum too. She reached down and took my dick with one of her hands and started to stroke it. After playing with her I was as horny as I could get and her touching me felt like bliss. I’ve never came from a handjob. ever. So after half a minute I was extremely pleased to hear her say “I want you inside of me” which I was more than happy to oblige.
I grabbed her hips and lifted her up so her wet pussy was sat on top of my dick. She grinded against me a few times until she leaned in to kiss me and arched her lower back so she was raised a few inches above me. I pushed the tip of my cock inside of her, which again, caused her to tense up for a second which I found really cute. I’ve always thought I’ve had quite an average sized penis, about 6 and a half inches but the last few girls I’ve slept with all said it was girthier than most and this was backed up again as I tried to push myself inside of Nina.
She put her arms around me and nuzzled her nose and mouth into my neck as I pushed upwards into her a fraction at a time. I was met with a little resistance and I could tell she was feeling it so I took it as slowly as I could until she pushed herself down onto me and the rest of me slid inside. She let out a gasp and bit my neck in the hopes of stopping herself from making much more noise but at this point I honestly didn’t give a fuck. I grabbed her her ass and pulled her upwards, so my arms were taking most of her weight, as I slowly pulled all but the head of my cock out of her and then pushed her ass back down and slid back inside of her feeling her grip every inch of the way. After about a minute of this I was honestly so close to finishing I had to pull out to make sure I didn’t so soon. I wasn’t finished with her yet.
I flipped her back over to the same position we were in before but this time with my cock inside her instead of just my fingers. With one hand around her throat I quickly started thrusting in and out of her picking up speed as I came closer and closer to cumming. I reached my other hand back between her legs to rub her clit as I fucked her as hard as I could without fucking us both over the edge of the tiny mattress. She started to moan again as she was getting closer to orgasm part two so I strengthened the grip on her throat as I came deep inside her, my dick still pushing in and out of her as I rode my orgasm out with hers which came shortly after.
Both breathing hard, our attention came back to the room which now seemed far quieter than it had when we had walked in. Suspicious. We cuddled for a few whilst I was still inside her, then she slid herself forwards and off of me and grabbed a shirt and went to the bathroom. I just lay there thinking about the recent events and wondering exactly how many people were lying in their beds having just heard us fucking.
Nina crawled back into bed with me a few minutes later and we didn’t have much choice but to cuddle until morning. We were awoken by the rest of the room getting up first but instead of having to face everyone else and pretend like nothing had happened the night before, we just feigned being asleep until we were the last ones left in the room. Although maybe that was just so we could fuck again. Let me know If you’re interested in hearing more about my other hostel sexcapades!
Thanks for reading guys hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ljrqtk/i_m_stealthily_fucked_an_18_year_old_gap_year
Damnnn this was hot ?
Yes please ?
I’d have accepted stealthfully as well.
So hot!
Good stuff