An Austrian Ringmaster [FM] [FF] [Voyeur]

I’ve been on holiday for the past few weeks, it’s been a much deserved break, having missed out on my Christmas holidays due to an immense workload. Actually, tell you the truth, that’s the last I’ll mention work for now. I’m on holiday – that’s all that matters.

I like travelling to Asia for my trips. Flights are cheap and living is cheap, and I’m always bound to meet some good characters along the way. I’m far from embracing the backpacker lifestyle – I can afford to shell out, and I love getting really unique accomodation. I find getting nice views and private nooks to be a hell of a conversation starter when talking to people trying to stretch out a budget. I like to reward myself with life’s luxuries.

Doing so is how I met Allison. Allison is someone who does embrace the backpacker lifestyle – she’s a professional type, but has managed a life balance where she can embrace a good eight weeks away each year. We met drunkenly on a beach in the Philippines – I was introducing backpackers to the wickedly potent combination of almond liqueur and whiskey (I bid you try it when you can). Allison cuts a fine figure on the beach. The kinda girl that cycles to work each day, and her idea of fun while she’s ‘home’ is hitting reggaeton classes and the gym. I guess when you spend so much time on the beach, it pays to embrace vanity.

I certainly would never criticise or complain. Allison in a two-piece is an instant eye catcher, and seeing guys eye fuck her when she walks past always brings a sly grin to my face. I love it when she’s wrapped up in a slightly wet sarong, and the fabric clings to her carved upper thighs, and I can see the hint of the string on the side of her bikini show through. I don’t ever take our encounters for granted – but it’s always a pleasure to untie that string when we get there.

Here’s a hint. Always take your time.

Allison and I decided to meet up this time on some islands in Malaysia. All smiles, her trademark colourful and deep tan, and her smart backpack strapped to her. She’s got that uniform on – you know the one. Bikini underneath, short shorts that certainly have local authorities questioning themselves on the standards of decency, and a light cotton t-shirt just to keep everything together. Her legs look as delicious as ever, and I hide the smile that comes with imagining my head constricted by those granite thighs. Play it cool, take your time, I remind myself.

One of the major rules that we follow is to never ask ourselves about our personal lives. We keep it like this so we can pick things up from wherever we last left off. It’s almost like this Peter Pan-esque approach to the impending passing of time. We’re here to escape – to smash our way through local rums, trek through jungle to find ourselves secluded beaches where we can sneak in skinny dips and other activities, all without the worry of whatever brought us to these moments. What this means is that we’re free to do as we please, with little judgement, expectation, and the absolute focus on fulfilling desires.

This is why we have these rendezvous.

I decided to treat Allison and I the day before, and upgraded to this gorgeous accomodation. It was a seaside room, with a huge deck that we could hide away in and not worry so much about the rest of the world. After a few days of doing the usual ‘backpacker’ routine of hitting the beaches at night and getting inelegantly wasted, we wanted to spend a nice couple of more days catching up on our all over tans. The huge deck was hidden away by trees, and so we could afford the indulgence of sitting on our beach towels naked.

We had met a couple of Austrian girls last night that we spent last night dancing away with, and as we parted ways at the end of the evening, we invited them over to our hotel for the following day, so we can kick back and make full use of this amazing seaside deck view. If you haven’t travelled like this before, then let me tell you this – inhibitions are certainly lowered when people are out to see the world. Conversations when fed by local alcohol almost always turn into games of innuendo, and with Allison and I being the experienced travellers we are, we know how to play these cards. Our deck was solid.

That said, in these few days we’ve been hanging out together, there’s been little over-flirtation (short of holding hands to lead each other through crowds, and a few embraces in the water in admiration of the view), and certainly no fucking. We’d even been sharing the same bed, dressed minimally, and other than a few cuddles and spoons as we fell asleep, and each morning as we woke up, there was no fucking around and stray hands. I suspect something may have changed in Allison’s life since we saw each other last, but at the very least I have an endless source of memories that I can rewind in my head. Especially if she’s lying naked to me. She knows my mind well enough, and I can only assume that our proximity and comfort means things haven’t changed completely.

I unashamedly stare at this exquisite woman lying to next me. I trace the curve of her breasts to the chiseled abdomen, her slender and strong arms to that smooth and kissable neck. She’s shaven – always shaven, but I have yet to be treated to seeing her beautiful pussy in full view. I’ve been watching for the past hour, just like this. Mind you, I’m naked as well, so Allison’s hardly oblivious to what’s going on in my head. Maybe she’s just playing it cool, I guess?

As the afternoon draws on, and the shadows start getting softer, and tide to come higher, we hear the doorbell to our front door ring. I cover myself with a towel, so I can greet out new Austrian friends, Helen and Liesel. Helen is a tall blonde haired and blue eyed specimen – with the physique of a volleyball player. That image In your head? She looks just like that. I saw Allison glancing Helen’s way with open eyes more than a few times last night. She’s the quieter one of the two. Liesel is what my friends would say is classically my type – dark raven hair, Snow White skin, plump lips and a sun-freckled face. It was Liesel I struck the conversation with the night before.

As much as our innuendo and non-prying questions were delivered, Allison and I spent much of the day debating as to whether they were a couple or just friends. It hardly mattered of course, but it was simply out of curiosity. We did spend until 4am dancing with each other and playing, what I figured was fairly innocent, group grinding on the dancefloor. Allison and I have a good tendency to draw that out of people. Not so secretly, we were both probably hoping they were a couple.

I greeted them at the door, with my towel wrapped around me, and they stood there with a smiles and skin tones that were a little darker, in the same aforementioned backpacker uniform of bikini, short shorts, and light shirt. They’d spent the day at the beach, and were obviously looking forward to some fun – from what I gathered last night, they weren’t particularly thrilled with their choice, and I’m pretty sure I mentioned that we had a spare bed at ours if they felt like it the following night. Pretty sure. I grabbed them a couple of drinks from the fridge, gave them the tour of our accomodation (I noticed Helen take a quick seat and a bounce on the unused bed), and the led them out to the deck.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Allison had made no attempt to cover herself up. She leant over to our direction and greeted the girls a hello. Helen and Liesel didn’t blink (although I’m sure I saw a smile creep on Helen’s face), had a sip of their beers in unison, and almost mechanically went about doing the following – laid down the towels they were clutching, removed their shirts, shorts, and then went about the business of taking Allison’s cue of lying on their towels naked. I’m guessing Allison was privy to a little more conversation with these two than I had been – which is what makes her a jewel of a travel companion. I shrugged to no one buy myself, removed my towel, and joined them.

We chatted a little as watched the sunset, talking about the sunsets we’d seen, the places we’d been, and the characters we met along the way. The Austrians were saying a lot of ‘we’ in their descriptions, which did little to help my curious brain. They weren’t particularly touchy freely with each other, but then neither were Allison and I.

Sunset was gorgeous – and golden hour worked its magic on my equally attractive companions and our various shades of delectably naked skin. This is that luxurious life of travel I mentioned earlier. I was eyeing Liesel of course, and those beautiful freckles. I noticed that freckles were a little more scattered throughout her body, and I lost myself a little by staring at her luscious breasts. My mind was made up – I wanted to come on then by the time tonight draws to a close.

The rest of the early part of the evening played out much like the night before. Eating overpriced food, drinking understrength tourist drinks, and dancing to badly mixed dance music. Still, we’re all in agreeance to make good of our situation, and party away. As the alcohol intake grew, so did our already broken down inhibitions. Sometime later in the night, I notice Helen sneak an ear nibble on Liesel. Allison noticed as well, and our simple animal brains immediately made us dance ever so closer together – our glistening, sweaty skin pressed up against each other, Allison’s humidity drenched hair falling across my shoulders, and our hands roaming a bit more freely. The Austrians look over at us, and, just as they did earlier that evening, took our cue.

I start pushing the boundaries a little more with Allison, letting my lips suck quietly whenever her neck presented itself as we grinded away on the beach dancefloor. She would reciprocate by running her hands run along the waistband of my shorts, letting her hands glance quickly against my cock and quite intently grabbing my ass in short, tight clutches. In turn, I would run my hands along the strings of her bikini top, and hold her close to me, all the while sneaking little pinches anywhere on her body.

Allison’s demeanour changed again – the Allison I was seeing now is the same Allison that’s shared beaches and beds with me in different parts of the world. This is the Allison I’ve fucked in dingy alleys from behind, or I’ve choked while she rode my cock reverse cowboy on private pool seats in Bali. Whatever was going on in her world has obviously now been cast aside. Quite quickly, my cock hardened at the thought. I let my hands roam quickly, and a quick, sleazy bikini check confirmed that Allison’s pussy was wet too. Thank god for dark beach dancefloors.

Helen and Liesel were now quite openly getting it on. I’m not sure what was hotter – the post-monsoon heat or watching these two specimens entwine their arms and legs on the dancefloor. I propose a simple combination of both. I’ve seen these cues before, so I suggest that we quickly slam down one more cheap drink and make our way back to our hotels. Allison takes the lead and mentions that we have adequate drinks stashed in our room (bless her), and offers ours as nightcap stopover. As the Austrians’ hotel is on the opposite side of the island, this makes no absolute sense, other than a sly invitation to come back to ours to see where the night leads.

The girls agree with no hesitation.

We walk to our accomodation, arm in arm, as we walk the Grey Brick Road to the Wizard of Fucking, not a Cowardly Lion in sight, but three brutally horny Dorothys and an insatiable Tin Man.

The moment we get through the door, Helen immediately pushes Liesel to a bed, unceremoniously disrobing Liesel as she pulls and tugs away the little clothing she has on. My eyes widen as I catch a glimpse of Liesel’s pussy when Helen pulls Liesel’s knees apart, and sets upon the task of working away on it. Helen is playing with Liesel’s lips first – it’s like she’s putting on show for us. Liesel’s pussy is unshaven, but trimmed neat, her hairs as raven as those on her head. Allison and I are both enthralled at our front row seats to this exhibition of female form, and to be honest, we’re taken a bit a back. Helen shows us the beautiful shades of pink hidden away by the raven hair, licking her fingers ever so often as she massages away at Liesel’s clit.

Allison and I are still standing at this point, about three feet away from the edge of the bed. I move to help Allison out of her clothes, when Helen interrupts, her hands still working on Liesel’s pussy, and simply says “No – you just watch”. Allison and I turn to look at each other in confused amazement, shrug, and take a seat on the floor. Liesel has her hands stretched behind her head, clasped together in the agony of pleasure she’s surely experiencing, naked and exposed in front of two strangers, and the commanding Helen purely in charge. I’d seen a lot of strange sights through my years, but this is certainly a memorable slice of oddity.

As Liesel’s whimpers and moans grow, I can’t help for my cock to pulsate beneath my shorts. I look over to Allison, my eyes burning with a fucking fury that we’re but bystanders to this unbridled sexuality. The smell of Liesel fills our nostrils, and Helen is a force of focus as she caresses Liesel’s perfect form. Allison is biting her lower lip, her left thumb slowlyw circling her breast, but, just like me, is caught in a confused trance. We crane our necks as Helen finally puts her tongue to Liesel’s clit, and both of them let out this animal exhalation.

I’m fairly sure Liesel has just come.

Liesel moves to the bed head and sits back – the humidity and her treatment over the last twenty minutes ensuring she’s covered in heavy beads of sweat. For me, it takes all my self control to bounce onto the bed and start licking and biting away at Liesel’s sweaty breasts. Seeing post-fuck breasts are one of my major turn ons, and here was one of my dream types sitting within arms reach of me. Liesel crosses her legs as she sits, so Allison and I have a wonderful view of that pink pussy – her labia slightly agape, as too is her mouth as she breathes in hot air.

Helen stands on the bed, and with a fierce flair, begins to remove all her clothes. Helen’s instruction this far have been pretty simple, and Allison and I are have little option but to be obedient. Helen shows off her slender long limbs as she dance naked on the bed, and the other three of us watch as she slowly circles her hips around, and she runs her own hands along her body. She forms a V with her left hand, spreads her pussy apart, and uses her right middle finger to start massaging her own clit. She stares with a non-chalant composure on her face, as she looks down at Allison and I. We look up at her, entranced.

It’s Allison that makes the next move here, standing up from the floor, and before a Helen has a chance to argue, strips down naked. Helen smiles, and nods her head in approval as Allison mimics the same moves that Helen’s doing.

I’m caught in a bit of a dilemma – do I watch, or follow lead? I decide to take the road less travelled, as I’m curious as all fuck as to whatever it is a Helen and Allison are actually up to. It’s a pretty simple answer – they keep touching themselves, whilst staring at each other. The room is now filled with the overpowering sent of three different women’s pussies. I quickly glance over at Liesel, and she’s still just sitting there, watching the other two girls. Perhaps she picks up that my eyes are glued on her now, or just due to circumstance, she starts touching herself again too.

As amazing as this sight is for me – it’s absolute torture.

Finally, Allison comes – and it’s always an explosive moment. Her knees begin to buckle as she starts giving into the electricity built up in that pussy of hers. Much the same is Liesel, she’s now drenched in sweat, and I’m really not sure how much harder I can get. Allison takes a place on the bed and she writhes in the final fireworks coursing through her body, and Helen, still standing on the bed, stands over her to watch. Liesel crawls on the bed on her hands and knees to take in the sight of my gorgeous Allison exposed in post-orgasm bliss. From our experiences in the past, Allison is always raring to go again, but this time it’s different – she’s lost in this sexual Zen garden.

Which now just leaves me. Still clothed and more than little confused. I look to Helen for some cues, and all she does is smile. The three girls are now strewn on the bed, the sheets drenched in sweat. I decide getting naked is the only real step towards take here, but I realise I’m at the mercy of this Austrian ringmaster.

Once I’m naked, and my cock at full attention, and to my surprise, Helen gets off the bed. I’m hoping that she rubs her swollen clit on my cock, but a split second later she’s actually on here knees. I offer my cock to her face, and she let’s me rub her lips with it, but doesn’t open her mouth. I grab her chin in attempt to signal that I want her to open, to which she shakes her head. Instead, she grabs my cock with both of her hands, and proceeds to pull my cock, her big eyes staring into mine. Allison and Liesel move to the edge of the bed to watch.

Can I just make note that very little has actually been said amongst us during this time, short of Helen’s simple commands? I think it’s this air of silence that lends to creating the surrealism of this hotel room, and it’s just utterly purely sexy.

Helen keeps her hands and my cock well lubricated by continually spitting these large globs of saliva, interchanging between her hands and my cock itself. I don’t last long at all, and my open mouth signals to Helen that I’m about to come. I’m dying to stick my cock into someone’s mouth, or pussy … or fucking anything at this point. I am at the mercy of what Helen wants to do though.

Helen stands up pulls me towards the bed and beckons at Liesel to get into position. Liesel hands her head over the bed, and I’m hoping I have the chance to face fuck her, but I’m beyond that at this moment. Liesel pushes her breasts together, and Helen tightens her grip on my cock. The sight of Liesel’s sweat then sets me off, and I unleash my come all over her, with Helen still stroking every bit of wetness from my cock, until it’s withered in her hands. Allison, the filthy slut she is, moves over to Liesel and begins to kiss her, while letting their breasts rub my come all over them.

Helen lets go of my cock, and then heads to the shower. I watch Allison and Liesel awhile, and eventually everyone takes a shower and lies in bed. Helen and Liesel share the spare bed, wrapped in each other, and I hold Allison close to me, and I whisper dirty things into her ear as we fall asleep.

I fucked Allison sometime early in the morning before the sun rose. My cock feeling at home in her pussy. I didn’t get to fuck the Austrians, but it’s of no matter to me. I’m actually writing this before we all head of to breakfast, as I actually can’t get back to sleep.

It’s killing me that I don’t know what Allison’s going through.

Sometimes though, it’s best not to ask.

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