Around this time last year, I was 19, freshly broken up with, and decided to heal my heartache by heading to Spain for a week. I was meeting up with friends I met the year before on study abroad in the UK, but I’m fiercely independent and the idea of sharing a single-room Airbnb with three friends and one key didn’t appeal to me. So I got the cheapest option in a decent hostel, a bunk in an 8-person room.
I check into my room around 10pm, and no one even really raised their head to look at me, except for this one guy who was kinda cute. We nod and I turn around to start unpacking my things. I was wearing a casual hoodie and short black skirt that showed off my long legs, and I could feel his eyes on me.
“Whoa, sick tattoos,” he says, and we start talking and comparing tats. Someone “shushes” us so we go outside onto the big balcony. He introduces himself as Damian, he’s 29, just moved to Barcelona from Venezuela, and is living at the hostel. Typical kind of ex-rocker dude you meet at hostels, not really my type, but the more we talk, the more I start thinking about how cute he is. He’s just a little taller than me (I’m 5’7″) with messy short brown hair, great cheekbones, a cute accent, we hit it off talking about music, and he offers to smoke me up. Perfect. Eventually we head to our separate bunks to sleep and promise to hang out before I leave.
The next night, I come back to the hostel around 8pm after a full day of activities with my friends. I’m planning on quickly showering and then heading out to meet them at a club downtown. I shower and get ready as best I could in the hostel conditions, slicking my dark brown hair back into a tight bun and putting on my favorite long earrings. I was feeling sexy and ready to go out, dance, and have a good time in this new city.
Damian enters the room as I’m about to leave and I think I notice him checking me out. He suggests we sit on the balcony and smoke before I go — I’m not one to turn down a joint! We sit down on the concrete floor and by the time we roll it, find a lighter, and smoke, it’s been about 30 minutes of talking, flirting, and progressively moving closer and closer to one another til I’m sitting cross-legged with my legs basically draped over his. “It’s cold out here,” I say, so he grabs his duvet, brings it outside for us (hostel guys, man, I dunno) and he sits right across from me.
I should say that this balcony is VERY public. It’s dark outside, but the entire back wall of our room was one big glass sliding door with no curtains, so anyone in our room could see us. The same balcony is also accessible to any other room on the same floor as us.
**The weed has me feeling good and I grow more aware of the heat between our legs.** Our knees are now pressed together and any inkling of our touches being innocent is gone. I lean forward, giving him a good view of my tits, and ask, “So are you gonna kiss me yet?” Suddenly we’re making out, softly at first, taking a few moments to start probing each other’s mouths with our tongues… and suddenly he’s closer than I thought two cross-legged people sitting on concrete could ever be, pushing me against the wall. Our legs are laced in a way that our crotches just barely touch one another, and our kisses are getting more and more dirty. I can be quite reserved but when I get really horny, I lovee messy, passionate kisses and Damian was giving me just that. It felt sooo good not only to kiss someone new after leaving my ex, but to feel that immense desire and need for someone — and to feel like that person wanted you just as bad.
His hands move down my body, squeezing my tits through my shirt before aggressively pulling it down. Before I could even realize what was happening, his mouth latched onto my nipple. The chilly air made both of them hard and soo sensitive to his wet tongue swirling around them. At this point I’m bucking my hips, trying to grind against his cock, but the angle is not quiteeee right. He’s basically attacking my neck, collarbones, and tits with his mouth, leaving me on display to anyone who might come onto the balcony. “I need to taste your pussy,” he says, and I groan into his mouth as he kisses me deeply.
At this point I realize that it’s probably like 10pm already, my friends are all waiting for me, and we’re being really reckless (and kind of shitty hostelmates). But I also realize that my pussy is fucking throbbing and needs something besides my jeans inseam to rub it right now :) I pull back and beg him to touch my pussy. Before I can even finish unzipping my jeans (luckily they were pretty loose), his hands reach down to feel my mound through my underwear, which is now RADIATING heat. He pushes my black thong to the side and starts to stroke a finger up and down my lips, which are slick with my juices. He pulls his hand out and I whimper in disappointment until he smears his fingers, covered in my cum, on my lips that have been rubbed raw from our vigorous making out. I open my mouth and begin to suck on his fingers, something that always awakens the submissive in me, and in this case, reminded me of the ten-year age gap between us. One of my little tricks is to guide a guy’s finger all the way down my throat while holding mischievous eye contact — I love the hungry look in a guy’s eyes when they realize I have no gag reflex. His eyes widen and I giggle, then moving his hand back into my pants.
He eases a finger inside of me, and I let out a moan, feeling stretched just from one of his fingers. He forces it deeper and covers my mouth with his other hand, forcing me to stay quiet so we don’t draw attention to ourselves. He starts to draw his finger slowlyyy in and out, in and out, and I NEED to cum. I reach down and start stroking my clit in circles with my middle finger juuuuust the way I like.
The combination of his thick finger pulsing in and out of me at just the right rhythm, our deeeep slow breathing into each other’s faces, and my finger rubbing my wet hot clit was too much for me. I genuinely felt drunk on lust, like the air was sex and I was suffocating in it (in the best way possible). I close my eyes and feel the orgasm starting to come over me, starting in my pussy but extending all the way down my legs and up my torso, shaking me, forcing another moan, this one sounding like an alien high-pitched wail that I don’t even know how came out of my body. He continues slowly pulsing his fingers while I slump back and catch my breath, force his hand out my pants, bring his fingers to my mouth, and share my juices with him a sloppy wet kiss.
“thank you,” I tell him softly, we giggle and chat for a second, til I look at my phone. Fuck. “I should probably go meet my friends now,” I tell him before grabbing my things and rushing out. In the uber to the club all I could think about was how wet my pussy still was, and how my juices still sat on my lips and on my fingers… and how I would make it up to him when I got back to the hostel :)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bntdys/getting_fingered_19_f_on_the_balcony_by_my
Wow hot
Wow, do tell when you come back what happened between you two.
I hope you made it up to him!