My girlfriend and I are in our late 20s and have been in a long-distance relationship between Portugal and Austria for some time. We're both athletic; I'm 180 cm tall and she's 170 cm. Though she has a slender build, her breasts are generous. We enjoy writing stories for each other, imagining all the adventurous things we might do the next time we meet. This is one such story that she has encouraged me to share with this community.
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We're on a trip to Barcelona. It's a summer day, and we've been bathing in the sun's warmth and light for a few days now. Our hostel is really nice and clean, and we've lucked out by having the entire four-person room to ourselves.
On our last day of the trip, after a full day of exploring the gorgeous city, we return to find that the other two beds in our room are now occupied. Though we're exhausted, the thrill of our last night has been turning us on all day. You're in a flowy black mini skirt paired with a tight white top and no bra. I gently place your hands against the wall opposite the door, lift up your skirt and move your thong just enough to expose you. You're standing obediently facing the wall waiting for me to enter.
Suddenly, my phone rings. We've been waiting for a call about our luggage, which they messed up at the airport, so I rush to answer it. I tell you to stay just as you are -- I love watching your body in poses like this. As I take the call, the door opens and two guys of our age walk in. You immediately turn around and pull down your skirt, more embarrassed than ever before.
"Umm, hi?" one of the guys says. "I promise I didn't see anything."
"Well, I did," the other one adds, chuckling slightly.
I hang up the phone and say hi to the guys.
"Sorry, we didn't realize anyone else was in this room," I lie, pretending we hadn't noticed their stuff. "We're just here to pick up a charger and we'll be out of your way in a second." "Let's grab a drink back here tonight," one of the guys suggests.
We exchange info and they leave.
You can't believe what just happened. Two random men saw your butt up in the air while you were standing with your hands above your head facing the wall. I calm you down saying that it was just a second. We chat for a few more minutes and decide that we probably don't want to risk it again.
Since it's almost night, we decide to get ready to go out. I pick the most beautiful lingerie for you, a set that you haven't worn yet. The lace bra is a bit transparent but not too revealing although one can definitely see your nipples if they look closely enough. We try on a few tops, but nothing seems to match your stunning, tight skirt that's a dark blue, almost green.
"Honey," I say, "how about no top? The bra doesn't look like a regular bra -- it's more like a top," I continue.
"Are you sure?" you ask hesitantly. "It's a bit small on me," you say, looking in the mirror. The truth is, you were thinking the same thing.
"Yes, let's do it!" I answer.
We're at a lively bar, ordering our third drink at the counter. We've been dancing for a few hours now, and we're both a little tipsy and sweaty. The music is upbeat, and the atmosphere is light and positive.
"Hey you!" a guy standing next to you shouts, his voice competing with the music. "Aren't you the couple from our room?" he continues.
You notice he's struggling not to look at your breasts, but it's a losing battle. He is tall and has dark, tousled hair, a chiseled jawline, and deep-set blue eyes. His athletic build is evident even under his clothes.
"Yes!" you exclaim. "So sorry about earlier," you continue.
"No need to apologize, that was the highlight of my trip. Your boyfriend is a very lucky man," the guy responds.
"Oh, I know it," I answer, laughing. "But I'm not the only man she's made lucky."
"Somehow, I'm not surprised," he says. "I don't think I've ever met a girl who would take the risk of getting caught in a hostel room like that."
You stand there silently, unsure of what to say. Embarrassment washes over you, yet the attention is strangely arousing. It's hard to believe we're discussing your body this way. You feel the guy's hand gently pressing against your lower back, adding to the complexity of your emotions.
"Oh, she's like that!" I almost brag. "You won't believe what she can do when she's drunk. We were at this wedding once and that was the best blow job of my life," I continue. "Honey, I think we have a photo. Should we show him?" I ask.
I'm obviously pretty drunk.
"Umm, Jack. Do you think it's a good idea?" you hesitate.
"Come on! I'll buy you a shot if you do," the guy interrupts. "In fact, all your drinks are on me tonight if I see the photo."
"Okay, fine, but make it quick," you agree, caught up in the excitement and the boldness of the moment.
I pull out the phone and find the pic where you're standing on your knees, visibly drunk, completely naked, with my ball in your mouth and my hard cock resting on your face, looking straight into the camera.
"Holy fuck!" he exclaims. "I knew it'd be special but this is something else. Not going to lie guys, I'm very turned on," he says, not hesitating to admit it. His hand on your back is now lower, almost touching your ass.
You take the shot he got you. It went down pretty smoothly.
I place my hand gently on your stomach, pressing you against his hand on your back, as I give you a kiss on the cheek.
