Buckle in, this one is a slow burn.
This story takes place several years ago when I was a younger man fresh out of college, and it’s almost surprising to think how much time has passed, and how many times I’ve replayed these events in my head, both what I did and what I wish I had done.
However, I will do my best to tell you the story as it happened, as best as I remember it.
Several years ago, one early summer pre-pandemic, back when you weren’t afraid to get too close with a stranger, I found myself with a delightfully free weekend. My SO was out of town and I was not sure what to do with myself, so I decided I would drive over to the nearby major city and check out a club for a hobby interest of mine. The meeting was on Sunday morning, 2 hours away. I decided to spend the night before, since the city was famed for it’s nightlife and good food. I decide to keep it cheap, and after plenty of googling, settled on a cheap but nice hostel. I figured I would only be sleeping there, so why not. More money for drinks, right?
I arrive to the hostel, and get settled in the room. Being a hostel, and early in the evening, I decided to toss my bag in the locker, and head down to the lobby for a drink, since the hostel had a nice little 24 hour bar. There was only one person at the bar, a woman in her late 20s, early 30s. I take my seat a few seats away from her.
I ordered my drink and was enjoying it as I browsed through my phone. After a few moments, I heard the woman ask the bartender for bar suggestions. It was then I gave her a sideways look.
Guys, you know the look. When you’re a taken man, and the world around you is for eyes only, you don’t linger too long, but you can’t help but let your eyes sweep the body of a beautiful woman when you see her; the kind of look you give when you know looking is all you’ll ever get to do.
And that’s exactly what I did. She had long brown hair, beautiful curves meant for gripping, and perfectly-done lipstick, a dark red that still makes my pants twitch when I think about it. But that’s all I did. A quick glance, a brief, graphic fantasy in my head, and the my eyes were back in my phone. But I couldn’t help but listen.
“This is my first time here, and I want to see the cool stuff, but not just the touristy places” she said, leaning over the bar. I glanced over again, and quickly quashed the thoughts in my head. However, I decided to make an attempt to be polite, since I knew the city somewhat.
“You know, about a block away is the love music district. It’s where most of the locals go, it’s worth checking out. That’s where I was planning on going, instead of [Tourist Area].”
I was just trying to be nice, I swear.
Then she looked at me, and smiled. She scooted a chair over towards me, and asked more about the music district. I did my best tour guide impression, while glancing at the bartender every so often to make sure I was getting the facts correct. Locals are very protective of their city there!
We ended up scooting a chair closer to eachother, and chatted about the city as we enjoyed our drinks. She was from out of the country, married, and had been in town for a conference all week, but was staying the weekend so she could have an opportunity to experience the nightlife. She had nowhere to go or anyone to go with, so I offered to walk with her to the district, since it was downtown at night. I was just being chivalrous, Scout’s honor.
We finish our drinks, and make our way over. She really was a lovely person. Intelligent, witty, and open to adventure. An ideal travel companion for a city like this. We make our way to the district, and find the first bar with music that catches our ear. It’s loud, and we spend most of the time listening to the music and enjoying our drinks, occasionally whisper-shouting. I’ve the course of the next two hours or so, we hit 3 or 4 little bars, jam packed with people, booze, and damn good music. But throughout the night, as drinks poured, we leaned a little closer into eachother when we needed to say something. We let the crowds push us into eachother as we passed. Her skin was warm, and it made my heart beat fast.
At the last bar, she decided she wanted to dance by the main stage. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the crowd. I allowed the alcohol to do it’s thing, and enjoyed dancing to the music. But over time, the crowd got tighter, and we got closer. Eventually, it was hard to really dance at all, particularly surrounded by couples that looked like they were ripping eachothers clothes off. So she stood in front of me, swaying to the rhythm.
I was covered in sweat, but I still remember how dry my lips suddenly felt when I let my eyes drift downward, and watched her ass sway to the music, inches away from me. I took a deep breath, and tried to calm the pressure building in my pants. It was like she was begging me to copy the couples grinding around us. It took every fiber of my being not to.
Suddenly, another couple bumped into me, and I suddenly felt my hard cock press into heaven through my jeans, and I knew she felt it too.
Fuck it.
I gripped my hands on her hips, and ground back into her. My heart was racing, and I could feel mine do the same. We held each other tight as I ground into her, trying to do with my hips what my eyes had been doing all night whenever she wasn’t looking. And by the way she ground back into me, I knew she must have been doing the exact same.
We stay like this for who knows how long. My mind goes out the window as I let my hands explore her sides and her hips. My lips gave in as they found her neck. I tried to hold back from going further, but I kept my head against hers, trying to not whip her around and spin her right there.
The song ends, and we break apart. We look at eachother, and the tension is so thick, I felt every single person in that bar must have known we shouldn’t have been doing this. But nobody stopped us.
Unfortunately, the breath of fresh air brought me back to my senses, and I gestured to the time, and said I needed to head back for my early morning. She agreed, and that’s when we began to walk back.
The air cleared out some of the tension in the club, but we both knew it was still there. To this day, I’m thankful that as I tried to give her a hug goodbye in the lobby, she grabbed my wrist and demanded I have one more night cap with her. I hesitated, but agreed.
As we sat at the bar, I felt the tension growing again. Our eyes lingered on eachother. We let pauses build in the conversation, where we just stared at eachother. Our knees rested together. It was too much, and I stood up.
“I hate that I have an early morning, but it’s already going to be a rough one.”
“Ill ride the elevator with you.”
We make our way to the elevator in near silence. As the doors open, she walks in, to the back of the elevator, and turns towards me. I couldn’t help myself.
I walked straight up to her and grabbed her hips again, and pressed my lips to her. I immediately felt her press back into me, and as the elevator doors closed, we attacked eachothers faces. Wasting no time, I ripped down the neck of her top, finally exposing the beautiful breasts I had been trying to not get caught staring at all night. I took her nipple in my mouth, and my hand dove straight to her crotch. It was incredible, and a blur. We rode the elevator up and down three times before she pulled me off of her, forcing me to go to bed, both of our pants very much unfortunately still on. Slight regret was beginning to set in, and we kissed goodbye.
I stumbled back to my room, my mind a blur. I was trying to reckon with what had just happened, but the pressure in my pants had built too much. I quietly enter my room shared with four others, all dead asleep. Grabbing my bag, I head to the shower to relieve myself. Being drunk, cheeky, and very very horny, I open the international texting app we had exchanged numbers on earlier, and sent her a text.
“I wish you hadn’t sent me to bed”
What then followed was some of the most intense, dirty sexting I had ever had, as I drunkenly climaxed in my hostel shower to a photo of her doing the same in hers. Promptly, I passed out, and few hours later, my extremely hungover ass dragged myself out of bed.
I made it to my thing on time, but through the hungover pain, my mind was very much elsewhere. I was insatiably still horny, but starting to feel the guilt build. As my meeting wrapped up, I checked my phone, my heart skipped a beat. She texted, and I was instantly rock hard the second I saw her name.
“I hope you weren’t late, I’d feel bad”
“I made it, but not without some pain”
“I’m feeling it too, haha. But I think it’s safe to say it was worth it ;)”
*Shit, she didn’t feel bad.* I thought. And that made me even harder, I realized.
“I’m headed back to the hostel to check out. Can I say goodbye to you before I go?”
“Sure! I’ll meet you down by the stairs when you’re checked out.”
I make my way back to the hostel, and collect my belongings. I give her a text, and wait for her at the bottom of the stairwell.
Time passes. I start to get nervous. Was she backing out? Was she starting to feel guilty too? Should I feel more guilty? A million questions and mixed emotions raced through my mind over the next 15 minutes, until I saw her, in a yellow top and tight jeans. All those emotions went away as I just stared, my jaw dropped for a moment. We look at eachother up and down, both having promised ourselves to behave. Then, she bit her lip.
Fuck it.
Our tongues met in the empty stairwell, and our hands explored without abandon, as if we were drunk like the night before. But we weren’t, it was raw *need.*
It wasn’t long before my hand slipped down the front of her jeans. She grabbed my wrist, but I resisted as I broke our kiss.
“I’m not going to spend the rest of my life wondering what you taste like.”
She let go.
My fingers dove into her folds as she moaned into my mouth. With my other hand, I guided her over my desperate bulge. We gripped eachother tightly, and to this day, I have no clue if anyone ever walked past us, because the world outside that moment didn’t exist. All I know is that when I looked her in the eye and told her to cum for me, she did.
I kissed her neck softly as she caught her breath. We stayed like that for another 15 minutes, kissing slowly and feeling eachother, savoring every second. After some convincing, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my cock. She gripped it firmly, and looked up at me with a look of yearning. We kissed one more time, her squeezing me, before we let go completely. I looked around and awkwardly zipped up. We chatted for a few minutes, laughing as we pointed out how incredibly, nobody had walked by. Eventually, we gave a final hug and kiss goodbye, and I started on my drive home.
Ultimately, we stayed in touch, and over the course of several months, had an intense sexting relationship. Eventually, as reality set back in, we slowly broke it off. We would say goodbye forever, though inevitably one of us would reach back out to the other, simply wishing them well, and igniting a brief multi-day sext marathon. The unfortunate side effects of uncut, raw, passionate sexual tension.
In the end, yes I feel guilt. What we did was wrong. What we continued to do was wrong. But looking back, I wouldnt have changed anything, though except maybe sneaking her into my hostel bathroom. What we started, and the relationship we went on to have are amongst the sexiest experiences of my life. I feel guilt, yes, but I don’t regret it, even if I should.
I hope you enjoyed the read, and L, if you read this, I finally kept my end of the bargain.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/snxcmg/gave_in_to_temptation_with_a_stranger_mf_long