Author's Note:
This story contains elements some readers may not be comfortable with, even though this is erotic fiction and real people are not being affected. There is a degree of reluctance involved, and what is harmless fantasy might in real life be a serious crime. Cheating is used as an erotic device; also not pleasant or moral in reality. If these elements put you off then I understand; remember there are many other writers on this site and your time is precious.
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"Please tell we're there?" There was a pleading look in Grace's large green eyes as she turned to her boyfriend.
"I think so. I bet it's really nice inside too, you'll see," replied Tom, giving her a smile.
The couple stood looking down into a small valley. The vista was attractive, with a fall close by, the water dropping into a wide stream that wound its way through the woods below. The late afternoon sun caught the water with a golden shimmer. In the centre of the valley stood a large neat looking farmhouse.
The young couple had set off early that morning. A long hike was not Grace's idea of a good time, even though she kept herself fit through regular yoga classes. She had only agreed to come at all because it was Tom's birthday this weekend and this was what he had wanted to do.
An upmarket restaurant, fine wines and a passionate night in a hotel were how Grace would have chosen to spend a birthday. She had even bought some new underwear from Agent Provocateur before Tom had revealed his hiking plan. Still, she wanted to be a loving girlfriend and so she had mustered as much enthusiasm as she could.
After a day spent marching through the countryside Grace was hot and tired. She stretched herself, running a hand over one of her slim calves.
"All day outdoors and you still look gorgeous," said Tom, admiring her figure. The clothes Grace had chosen for the walk were tight fitting, allowing her gentle curves to display.
Grace snorted, but felt a little mollified. In truth she did not feel especially attractive at the moment. However, apparently it was not only Tom who thought so. About two hours earlier they had passed a group of older men also out hiking, at the time taking a break along the path. They was about ten of them, relatively fit looking for the most part, clearly a regular group of walkers enjoying an active retirement.
Alone as the young couple were they might have felt a little vulnerable, but the men were so much older than them, and had called a friendly greeting, and so the couple had not felt threatened. The men had certainly stared at Grace though, even the ones who had tried not to be too obvious about it.
The couple were both twenty-two years old, and had been together just over twelve months. Grace was screen actress beautiful, with fine features and large liquid green eyes. Her blonde hair was long and caught up in a ponytail for the hike. When loose it had the gentle waves that women now often pay a fortune to achieve artificially. She was a little shorter than average, with a taught, slender body. Her breasts were pert rather than voluptuous, but they certainly stood out on her slight figure.
Tom was an attractive guy too, in a boy band kind of way, clean shaven with thick brown hair. Far from oblivious to Grace's effect on men, he had noticed the older guys staring at his hot girlfriend. Well let them look, he thought, conscious of their light hearted jealousy. Any eyeful is the closest you're going to get fellas!
Now the day's hike was at an end. The destination for today was the isolated hostel in the valley below - a converted old farmhouse. The couple exchanged a brief kiss and headed down the path.
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"You have got to be joking!"
"I'm sorry miss but there's no other option. We did try calling you several times today."
"There's no bloody phone reception out here!"
The man Grace had turned her fierce gaze upon just shrugged helplessly.
As it had transpired the hostel was indeed nice enough inside, not grotty as she had feared, and welcoming enough at the end of a long day's walk. No, the problem was not the hostel but the private room she had reserved, which it transpired was unavailable due to a double booking.
The manager was deeply apologetic. He was a short middle-aged man, somewhat overweight. He had been flustered by Grace from the outset and this became worse as her irritation grew.
The only alternative he could provide was an open plan, mixed gender dorm of bunk beds that offered no real privacy if other guests were present. And a party of ramblers had indeed arrived earlier that afternoon.
"It's okay, babe, it's only for one night," said Tom placatingly. In truth he was as disappointed as Grace, but he knew it was not her fault - and she could have a real temper which he was keen not to see unleashed. This was already being partly directed at the older, pudgy hostel manager. He was clearly eager to please the stunning young woman, but he genuinely could offer no suggestions except a refund. The hostel was so isolated, barely accessible by vehicle, that a journey to the nearest town with accommodation was not practical.
"Let's see the room at least," Tom offered encouragingly.
The dorm consisted of bunks packed fairly tight. The other occupants were not present, having arrived earlier and gone for food, however the signs of them were about. Clothes were strewn over some of the beds, boots and bags tucked below others.
There was one free double-bunk in the centre of the room. At first Grace had thought that she and Tom could share a single bunk, but when they saw the beds she quickly realised they would be too small to sleep two people comfortably.
"I'll take the top," said Tom, trying to be gallant, and knowing that Grace would be more likely than he to need a night-time trip to the bathroom.
