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.
***
"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.
***
"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.
"Sharing a room with a bunch of strangers. How romantic!" Grace groaned.
An hour later the couple were showered and feeling lightly rested, eating some of the food that the hostel prepared daily in the summer for tired hikers. Grace had smuggled in a bottle of wine, which they shared in glasses from the kitchen. After a while the couple relaxed and began to enjoy the evening a little more, the alcohol and endorphins from the long hike kicking in.
After finishing the wine the couple went into the common room to kill some time before bed. The room turned out to be occupied: it was filled with the men they had passed on the trail who were also staying the hostel.
At first Tom was puzzled how the group had beaten them to the destination, but then remembered there was a point during the hike when he had taken a wrong turn, which he was able to correct later, though it had made for a longer route. At the time he hadn't had the nerve to tell Grace that they might have walked a couple of unnecessary miles.
The old guys proved friendly enough, though when it was clear the couple wanted alone time the men let them be, for the most part. There was a couple of guys Grace found a little creepy, more obvious with the leers, clearly not caught up on twenty-first century gender politics. She was the only woman in the room for one thing, but Grace had the kind of everyday hotness that caused male drivers to slow down to stare as she strolled down the street. Looks from men were such a part of her life that she had partly switched off to it.
Having drank wine earlier, and still feeling horny, the young couple could not quite keep their hands off one another, kissing affectionately with Grace sat on Tom's lap. Witnessing the physical intimacy between the young couple it was hard for some of the men not to feel aroused and a little jealous.
Not all the men were unattractive to Grace, even though their average age was probably mid-sixties. For a group of guys way older than her dad they were fit enough, and a couple she would even describe as handsome. Their builds ranged from stocky, broad of back types, to tall dominating figures, and a few smaller wiry types. They could have been a retired group of boxers, but it turned out they were just a group of guys who met to go walking, or rambling as they called it. A chance to leave wives behind and get out into the countryside, usually with a pub visit or two thrown in. On the whole they seemed a harmless, friendly group of men.
There was one silver fox with twinkling blue eyes she noticed staring over at one point. Feeling a little tipsy from the wine, and deciding to amuse herself, when Grace felt his eyes she looked over and held the man's gaze for a heartbeat. He winked and she experienced a slight, sharp thrill. Tom did not notice, but some of the men did and looked amused. Grace felt instantly embarrassed.
Before long people began heading to bed. When Tom and Grace had the room to themselves she began to feel hopeful they might finally have some real alone time. They were passionately kissing on the sofa, Tom's hand reaching under her t-shirt, when the chubby manager had stuck his head in the door and apologetically explained there was a lights out policy after 10pm. He tried to not notice Grace's glower.
***
"Tom, are you awake?" Grace whispered. No response.
How can he sleep, she wondered? The snoring in the room was at a level that had at first seemed amusing, then rapidly became irritating. She supposed Tom, with his regular hiking, was used to sleeping in dorms from time to time.
They had gone to bed about 30 minutes ago. Wearing the new lingerie in the crowded room was clearly not an option so Grace had opted for small white cotton shorts and a t-shirt, the latter a cute pale pink. Even this outfit had caused a stir as she had self-consciously returned from changing in the bathroom. Her slim bare legs were revealed, her pert behind seemed to wiggle as she walked; even the t-shirt seemed only to emphasize the fine young breasts that lay beneath. Her blonde hair was loose now, spilling in waves down her back.
When the lights were turned out the room was not just dark, but pitch black. Grace could not even see Tom's bunk above her. There was the faintest gimmer from a far window, and even that was covered in heavy curtains.
So much for the romantic night she had planned! Although she was a little achey from the walking, her limbs felt deliciously relaxed after a long shower and the bottle of wine. She could have been giving Tom the night of passion she had planned, sucking him, riding him to their mutual ecstasy. Instead she was in bed alone surrounded by strange older men, some of whom clearly had a serious case of sleep apnoea!
