0 comments/ 13525 views/ 4 favorites Hostel By: Rowen47 It was late in the evening and Renea was having a hard time focusing on her book, despite the fact that she hadn't been able to keep her nose out of it all day. During the past week she'd met up with professionals in the field of her study abroad subject and had visited a number of different sites to do her research. Running around so much had been both mentally and physically exhausting so she'd taken the day to lounge around the hostel and indulge in some light reading. It had been adequate until this moment. The cause of her current distraction were two men. One of her roommates, Damian had just walked into the room of bunk beds followed by Matan. She'd talked with them both over the course of the past couple days, and would even consider them friends in the manner of most people you met at the hostels. Both men were of dark coloring and hot. Damian, over six feet somewhere, was built thinner then Renea was usually attracted to, but had a killer smile that showed what would someday be irresistible crow's-feet. He was in his late twenties, older than Renea by a number of years. Normally, the French accent didn't appeal to her, but Damian's was so slight that all it did was add music to his words. Matan, on the other hand was shorter and of a build that would have worked well in a blacksmith's shop in centuries gone by. His body was naturally strong and watching his muscles play under his shirt had soon become one of Renea's favorite pass times. His middle-eastern ancestry gave him a dark complexion with a duskier skin tone then that of Damian. He features weren't as striking as Damian's, but a clean jawline was all that was needed to stick him solidly in the "hot" category as well. So, it would have been no surprise to anyone that when these two walked into the room, Renea's concentration left the room. Glancing around the twelve-sleeping room upon entering, Damian spotted Renea sitting on her overflowing bed, which occupied a top bunk. "Our roommates went out for the night," he said in an offhand voice, directing it at the other man. Matan, entering just behind him, did not miss the significance of the statement especially once he too saw Renea. "And they'll be back when?" he looked over at the taller man. Damian sent him a grin that told Matan exactly what he was thinking. "Maybe three, most likely four." He said this softly so to not draw Renea's attention to them. In a normal voice he asked, "Are you going out tonight, Matan?" Matan looked over at Renea sitting up in her top bunk, her nose in the same book he'd seen her reading earlier that day in the common room. Her eyes tracked across the page, but upon closer inspection he noticed they weren't making any progress down it. Seems he and Daemon were distracting her from her story. Matan closed the door behind him self and tested the handle to be sure it was locked. "No. I believe I can find enough entertainment here," he answered and the two of them shared a grin. The way the two men approached the bunk bed was closer to stalking then any of their ancestors had managed in the last number of generations. Each took a side of the bed and standing on the lower bunk brought themselves up to Renea's level. Renea stopped pretending to read and glanced at each. "Uh, hey, guys," she said, her tone unsure. Damian sent her his signature devilish grin. "Are you planning on going out tonight, Ren?" He had started calling her by the shortened version of her name as soon as she'd introduced herself two days ago. Feeling flustered from the predatory aura the two men were radiating, Renea's usually quick tongue failed her. "Uh, no. I mean..I didn't make any plans." On her other side, Matan reached over and plucked the book from her hands. He closed it and tossed it to the foot of her bed where the rest of her luggage lay in a sprawled mess. "How do you manage to sleep with all that on your bed?" he asked. Interjecting before she could respond, Damian said, "She manages it by not moving around much in her sleep and almost every time she does move she wakes up enough to avoid knocking anything off." As he spoke Renea drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. The posturing of the two men was making her feel threatened, but at the same time the increased beating of her heart wasn't exactly unpleasant. "She's a quiet sleeper, too," Damian added as he continued to direct his speech to Matan across her. "I've never heard her so much as breathe not to mention snore or talk." Renea let out a laughed, "That's because males are more prone to snoring than females." She relaxed her grip on her legs slightly as her mind started working full-throttle again. "You on the other hand..." she trailed off with a grin at Damian. Damian reached up and snatched the front of her shirt. He pulled her close causing her to let go of her legs to brace her hands on the railing of the bunk. "Are you accusing me of snoring?" he growled. Despite the playfulness in his eyes the low tones sent buzz through her that started at her temples and rushed down her body to end at her toes. Said toes curled involuntarily, catching Mata's eyes on the other side of the bed. "This morning at 3:40ish, in fact," Renea managed to retort. "Luckily you rolled back over to your side within minutes, otherwise I was going to go and get a cup of water from the front desk to douse you with." She grinned, baring her teeth, "They put ice in it." "Waking me up in the middle of the night is probably not a good idea," Damian warned. "Why? Do you have the ingrained reflexes of a Navy-seal able to chop off an enemies head with the knife from under you pillow before you're even half awake?" Her mocking tone and run-on sentence, accompanied with the still present fearless grin, left Damian dumb. "Hey, do you really sleep with a knife under your pillow, Damian?" Matan asked from the other side. He, unlike Damian, was aware of the tell-tale continued curling and uncurling of Renea's toes. Renea was one of two things: scared, or excited, and he knew there was no fear in her voice at the moment. "Go look for yourself," Renea said twisting around to face him. This was difficult as Damian still had a tight grip on the front of her shirt. "It's a small switch blade. About three-inches. Oh, wait metric, right. About eight centimeters," she corrected. "How'd you know?" Damian asked. His surprise was fully exposed as he relaxed his mock-threatening hold on her shirt. Matan hopped down to go check out the pillow in question. Sitting up strait again, Renea shrugged, "Because your larger blade is stuck on the inside of the waist band of your pants." From across the room Matan let out a bark of laughter and then produced the claimed knife from under the pillow. Giving up with a grin Damian said, "I bow to your freaky-stalker-like observational powers." Renea scoffed and leaned back against the wall at the head of the bed as she had been when they'd entered. "This coming from the guy who was watching me in my sleep." "She's got a point," Matan said returning to Renea's bunk. He had stowed the knife back under the pillow. "I think her observations aren't stalker-like as much as simple observations." Without requesting an invitation he climbed up the ladder and settled himself beside her, forcing Renea to scoot over closer to the railed edge. "So what have you observed about me?" As he asked the question, Damian followed him up and sat sideways in front of them both, pulling Renea's legs over his lap. "What is this? A sleep over?" she asked sarcastically. "Hopefully," Matan said off-handedly at the same time slipping his arm around her back. "Now I ask again, what have you observed about me? Mind you, I'll be hurt if Damian is the only one you've noticed." Renea rolled her eyes. "Honestly, anyone watching you two would think you were life-long pals, not recent acquaintances with your 'playfully-competing' act." Matan caught Damian's eye and they shared a very brief look. "Me," Matan reminded her pulling her thoughts from that line of pursuit. He wary of what truths it might lead her to. Renea sent him an arch look, but shrugged. "You spend your time trying to look nonthreatening, because your obvious strength intimidates or challenges people and you end up playing the clown even though it really isn't your personality." Both men were left speechless. They didn't say anything for such a long time that Renea shifted uncomfortably under their combined stares. "And we wondered why we were attracted to her," Damian shook his head on a soft laugh and started to play with the hem of her shorts. "It's hard not to be drawn to someone who so fully understands you without actually knowing you," Matan agreed and molded her tighter to his side. Warning bells went off in Renea's head. "Wait a second," she said trying to wiggle free of the two men, but Matan's strength that she had just so thoughtlessly referenced prevented her from moving. It was like being caught in the proverbial steel trap. She looked up at Damian seeking help. The predatory grin he gave her sent a shiver down her spine as much as the feel of his fingers trailing up her calf to the back of her knee. "Oh, shit," she breathed as her sharp tongue once again left the scene. Matan's lips found the base of her neck and said neck muscles jumped. "Uh, guys...I didn't mean to...I mean," her breath hitched when Damian reached up and undid the snap on her gene shorts. "If...if I encouraged you in anyway," she continued testing their grips, trying to pull away again, "it wasn't intentional." "We know," Matan murmured. The buzz of the words against her neck caused Renea to bite her lip. Damian, watching her reactions, laughed as he pulled down the zipper of her shorts. "I can't tell if she's afraid or aroused, Matan." "Both!" she blurted out. He laughed again, "No need to be afraid. We don't want to hurt you," his tone was gentle. "Perhaps," Renea acknowledged, "but I don't-" she clamped her mouth shut to bite her lip again. "Don't what?" Matan asked. His fingers had slipped up her shirt and were teasing the flesh above her bra. "Don't want-," Renea tried to struggle again, but her head fell back against the wall and her eyes closed on their own accord. Two husky laughs came to her ears. "On the contrary," Damian said as Matan's mouth explored her exposed throat, "you do want." "Aww, shit." This time it came out on a whisper. "You guys are despicable," she said without malice but rather resignation. "Get rid of your knife, Damian," Matan said keeping her head pinned back with his mouth at her throat. "Hmmm?," Damian sounded slightly distracted, which was understandable since he was working on pulling the un-giving gene material down her hips. "Why?" With a half-irritated sigh, Matan worked his fingers into Renea's hair and closed them. Then he lifted his mouth from her throat to skewer his friend with an irate gaze. "Do you really think this girl wont try to get it and use it?" An irritated growl escaped Renea's mouth and she tried to struggle again. Matan gave her a pleased smile as he captured one of her hands and pulled it up to her head so he could hold it and her hair at the same time. Then he caught her other as it gave a halfhearted swing towards Damian. "See?" he said pointedly, "She's only the type to give in until the she's presented with an opportunity to resist." "I see your point," Damian said. He reached to his lower back, pulled out an open-bladed, sheath-knife and tossed it across the room to his own bed. "Are we ready now?" he asked. At a nod from his accomplice, Damian slid from under her legs and straddled her shins. Then he took hold of her hips and pulled. Renea slid down to her back with a yelp and the aided pressure from Matan's grip on the back of her head and hands. Her feet struck the pile of clothes, cosmetics, and books at the foot of her bed pushing it all off with a loud crash. "Hey!" Renea objected. "Sorry, Ren," Damian said in an off-hand way as he pulled her shorts down her thighs. "It was going to have to go eventually. There isn't room for three people and luggage up here. Oh, my." This last comment was for the surprising sight of a tattoo located on Renea's hip as her shirt had hiked up from the friction. The Venetian mask it depicted was not colored but the complexity of the designs on it made it more beautiful than color ever could have. The ribbons disappeared under the denim shorts and then reappeared winding down her thigh, ending above her knee. Damian locked eyes with Matan. "I was not expecting that." Matan shook his head in disbelief. "Me neither. Guess I'm not as good at reading people as I thought." The both looked down at the flushed face of their victim. With her head and hands pinned by Matan and the rest of her body held down by Damian's weight on her thighs, she shouldn't have been able to look as defiant as she did. Her jaws muscles jumped once indicating clenching, a resistance to opening and saying anything and her eyes were narrowed, spearing each of them in turn. Damian shrugged off her accusing stare, tracing the lines of the mask with one fingertip. "I suppose a girl with out any surprises wouldn't be fun." He locked gazes with her. "We'll let you keep this story to yourself for now." Then he tugged her shorts down her thighs and nudged the edge of her underwear down so they could get a better look at it. "It's well done. Both the artistry and the inking." His finger continued to follow the ribbon as it wrapped over the top of her thigh to circle down between them. "What do you think of it, Matan?" In answer the muscular man leaned over and placed a kiss centered on the eye-hole. Renea's body jerked slightly and Matan grinned up at Damian. "It's intriguing, and she's extremely responsive, but," he leaned back again, "we're getting ahead of our selves." Nudging the bottom of her t-shirt with his nose he said, "I'm curious to see if she has any surprises up here. My hands are occupied at the moment, Damian. Would you do the honors?" Matan leaned back out of the way as Damian obligingly pushed the shirt up her torso and over her head. Matan's grip on her hands and hair prevented him from removing it from her arms. Instead it ended up aiding in her binding. "Sorry, Fellas," Renea had found her voice again, though it was admittedly a little breathless. "Nothing interesting up there." "That's what you think," Damian said just before he buried his face between her breasts. Kissing and suckling around them and her bra, he trailed his fingertips lightly up and down her sides and over her stomach. Matan, letting go of her hair, managed to twist the t-shirt around her fore arms. Holding it down against the bed so she couldn't pull out of it, he was able to free one of his own hands. His fingers joined Damian's at first in teasing her skin. Then they slipped under her back, lifting her torso with more ease then any man had the right to. Renea's breathing picked up speed as the dark-haired devil straddling her reached under and undid the clasp on her bra. He pushed it up over her head to follow her shirt and trailed kisses and touches in its wake. Renea bit hard on her lip to keep from whimpering as his lips finally arrived at her breast's hard peaks. "Tisk," Matan scolded. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep trying to resist like that." He leaned back down. "Try this instead," he said and kissed her. Renea's lips parted instantly and she moaned into his mouth. A skillful tongue teased hers as another played with a nipple. Her back arched and she squirmed, but this time it was not in an attempt to escape. Matan's unoccupied hand went to her other breast as Damian's hands traveled and explored the length of her torso, hips and thighs. They worked her like this for what seemed like hours to Renea. Occasionally Matan's hand would join Damian's mouth on the one breast, or Danian's hands would join Matan's on the other. The two had obviously worked together before and were not afraid of coming in contact. But their administrations had the added effect of preventing Renea's brain from following that train of thought too far. It wasn't too long before she was writhing beneath them, gasping into Matan's mouth as she fiercely returned his kisses, her head rising off of the bed to delve further into his mouth. Finally, on a gasp of his own, Matan pulled back. "Damn, this girl can kiss! Who'd have guessed?" Damian pulled himself up her body. "Still full of surprises, Ren?" he asked before taking over her mouth. "That doesn't leave me much access to her, Damian," Matan grumbled as he continued to pin Renea's arms above her head. Damian said something that sounded like, "Just a minute," as he and Renea continued to mutually devour each other's mouths. His hands tangled themselves in her hair trying to get control of the kiss, but failing completely as Renea's tongue danced with his between nipping lightly at his bottom lip. Rising up on his elbows, Damian grinned down at her. "Now who taught a cute thing like yourself to kiss like that?" he asked catching his breath. Her eyes narrowed. "No one taught me," she stated indignantly. Both men blinked down at her for a moment before meeting each other's eyes. "Hell, if she does that instinctively what else can she do?" Matan asked. "My thoughts as well," Damian said. "Do you think she'd let us both try and..." he trailed off raising a questioning eyebrow at his friend. Matan shrugged. "She's on the feisty side. It would probably take a little while to work up to that." "Well we do have hours available to us," Damain pointed out. "Hey, moron's!" Renea said sharply. "She's lying right here, need I remind you and cooling down by the second." "Are you now?" Matan asked as Damian dropped his head strait onto her right nipple biting it sharply before sucking. Renea gasped at the momentary pain then closed her eyes to arch her back up to the warm, wet mouth. "We can't have that happening, Renea, but you seem to warm up just as fast as you claim to cool down." Renea cracked one eye open to glare at him before squeezing them shut as Damian switched sides and applied the same treatment. Matan laughed and gave the newly vacated breast his attention. He hummed lightly as he took the nipple between his lips and she renewed her squirming. A slight moan escaped her lips and each of the men murmured encouragingly against a nipple causing her to gasp more as her breathing increased. Her head tipped back and her chest rose off of the bed begging for more. Then, simultaneously, cuing each other with a look she couldn't see, Matan and Damian went south. "Hey!" Renea said in alarm and surprise. But both men ignored her as they kissed, licked and sucked their way down to her hips. Renea raised her head to see what was happening just as the two men each took a side of her panties in their teeth and pulled them down past her hips. "Ah, shit," she said again and flopped her head back to the bed. "I must say: I do like this tattoo," Damian said on a chuckle as he finished pulling the underwear and shorts off their victim by dismounting her legs. "The ribbons simply beg to be followed." And he did so. With his mouth. As the ribbon went between her legs, Damian encouraged her to bend her knee giving him access to the inside of her thigh. Then, as it wrapped around the back he guided her leg up into the air and trailed kisses across the sensitive skin at the back of her thigh it was ingrained into. Then he followed the other. It wrapped around the backside of her hip to flow down over one butt cheek before continuing. Damian urged her leg to bend up to her chest as he nibbled and sucked his way following it. Hostel "You still wanna go?" Sarah asked me as she lay on the bed. "Well we have paid for it, so may as well," I said, "We can always come back if it is shit." "Yeah, true," Sarah said rolling over to face me, "I'll drive, bigger car to fit stuff into." "Okay dokay, if you are sure?" I quizzed, as the stuff would fit into my car, but as she said, hers would be easier. We had booked a camping long weekend, which was this weekend and the weather had not been that nice with lots of rain and high winds, although it forecast it would be much better from Saturday afternoon. We went camping quite a lot, we tried to go at least once a year, as we both liked the outdoors and who didn't like living in a field and forgetting the hustle and bustle of modern life. We had a four man tent, which was plenty big enough for us both and our stuff, fully loaded up, we have cooking stuff and fold out mattresses, the works, home from home as they say. I am 20 years old, a touch over 5 foot tall with shoulder length brunette hair and blue eyes. I am petite in build weighing just 50kg. The down side with being so tiny is that my boobs follow suit, barely filling a B cup and being truthful are closer to an A. Sarah is also 20 years old, with blonde hair and adorable brown eyes which just draw you in as she looks at you. She is around 65kg, so hardly a heavy weight by any stretch of the imagination, but she has cute curves and fills a C cup bra easily. She is 6 inches taller than me at 5 and a half feet tall. "You packed any make-up?" I asked Sarah. "Erm, yeah," she replied. "Can I use yours then, save me packing mine too?" "Yeah, no probs," she said, "you packing your panties this time?" "Ha, funny, yes I am," I quipped back. During our first girlie holiday, I managed to pack everything I needed, except underwear. Absolutely no panties or bra's, so I spent the full week in bikini's during the day and in the evening usually no underwear at all as bikini's, as I found out, leave a massively obvious panty line. The site was a good 3 or 4 hours drive, so I settled in for the long distance and found something good on the radio. Conversation ebbed between boys, music, karaoke and camping. We were both single in that neither of us had a boyfriend. Saying that however, we did experiment together and during dry stretches we have slept together in a more than 'just friend's' sort of situation. We had been friends for as long as I can remember and we had been through everything together. The drive went fairly quickly and we were soon at the site. It was a lot busier than I was expecting considering the weather, although fine at the moment, it looked like it might piss down at any moment. We checked in and got told to go into the left field and camp anywhere, the usual rules of leave a fair distance between other tents for privacy and ease of walking around. We selected a spot and put the tent up quickly as we were used to it. We organised our porch area with a few things but left the majority of the stuff in the car, party for security, but also because it would stay drier. We got our little camp stove thing going so we could cook dinner, plus it gave off nice heat as well. "We on holiday yet?" Sarah asked. "Yep, I believe we are," I answered, as I pulled up a camping chair and watched the river that was just a few metres away. "Awesome, beer time then, we don't need the car do we?" she asked. "Nope, pass me one too," I replied. The afternoon disappeared with casual drinking and chattering. At around 7pm the sky was looking mean again, so we decided to go to the on-site pub for food and drinks. We selected a nice quiet corner and sat down. The food was typical pub food, it was okay, but we had both had better, the pub was just a room with a bar constructed out of cheap wood and various tables and chairs in it. It was nice enough, but very much hostel with a massive field that they had turned into a campsite. Around 9pm a large group of lads came in who were rugby players on a weekend away. I assumed boozy, as they were all rather pissed. We could hear the rain outside was horrendous, coming down in torrents. The rugby players were noisy, but nice enough. They even bought us a drink, so no complaints by me. At 11pm the bar shut, but the owner joined the rugby players and cracked open one of their cans. We were offered one, but not being a fan of lager, so we retired to our tent. Or we would have done if it wasn't full of water. Like idiots we had put it up facing uphill, so the water running down went into the tent, which was now extremely wet. "Car?" I asked. "In this rain? May as well sleep in a drum with that rain hitting the roof," Sarah said, "wonder if there are any beds in the hostel?" "We can try," I said, opening the boot of the car and getting my PJ's out. Sarah did the same and we went back to the hostel dripping wet through after only being outside for a few minutes. They all just looked at us with confused expressions. "Tent is wet, any rooms left?" Sarah asked. "Not rooms no," he said, "pretty full, there are probably spare beds in a couple of the rooms if that is okay?" "Yeah fine," Sarah said, looking at me to make sure there were no complaints. "K, will check," the owner said, jumping up and athletically hopping over the bar. "Just the one left unfortunately, you okay sharing a bed? They are quite big." "Yeah that is fine," I said, glancing at Sarah to check she was okay with it. "... and you are sharing with this lot..." he said quietly. "As long as they promise to behave," Sarah said looking at them all. "Always," one of them said, raising his glass. "Room 8," the owner said. "Showers are down there," he added, as he chucked us a key. "Any bed," one of the rugby players said. "We will just sleep wherever." We went upstairs and found room 8, opening the door to be greeted by a messy room strewn with clothes, beer crates and various snacks. As it was fairly warm in the room we opened the windows and selected a top bunk bed before going back downstairs to shower and get ready for bed. "You got PJs?" I asked. "Just a t-shirt," she answered. "Long?" I asked. "Almost knee length," she said, "yours?" "Bit shorter..." I said, holding it against me so she could see. It covered me up easily enough, but in a room full of blokes it wasn't really that long. "Awesome," she said grinning at me, when she saw how short the shirt was. "Wanna swap?" I asked smiling at her. "Erm... no..." she said smiling back at me, "ya wearing panties though aren't you?" she asked. "Yeah I am." "Well then, not a thong are they?" "No, they are just high legged ones." "Be fine then, bet ya worn smaller bikini's before," she said, as she turned away from me and stripped to her panties before slipping the t-shirt on. I watched her pick her wash bag up before finally going out of the door to the bathroom. She looked so cute wearing the t-shirt. Her long, slim toned legs, shown off by the shortness of the shirt, her t-shirt catching on her panties that were covering her firm bum. While she was gone I made sure the door was closed properly before quickly stripping to my panties and slipping my t-shirt on. The top showed enough of my chest to be suggestive and as I hadn't brought the shorts with me, it didn't take vastly drastic movements to show my panties off. "Where are your clothes?" I asked when Sarah got back. "Put them in a locker so they don't get lost in this mess," she said, indicating to the messy room "Fair enough," I replied, "will my stuff fit too?" "Should do," she said, throwing me the key. "Ta," I said, catching it and heading towards the door. "Green?" Sarah said behind me. "Eh?" I said, sweeping my hand down my back and bum before turning to face her, knowing she was telling me the colour of my underwear. "Can ya see em?" I asked. "Caught a glimpse," she answered, smiling at me, "cute arse," she added with a wink. I went to the bathroom and locked my stuff in the locker with Sarah's before getting sorted for bed. When I got back Sarah was already half asleep as I wriggled in next to her. I rested my hand on her tummy and we soon fell asleep. I was woken up by the door opening and the sound of people trying to be quiet who were not at all being quiet, "Shhh," one of them said loudly, "guests." "Shut the fuck up then with your shhh shite," one of them fired back. "Yeah, fuck you nob," he retaliated. "Hey," one of them said lowering his voice, "you reckon they are sleeping naked?" "In a room full of lads I would not think so," another one of them replied. "Would love to sniff either of their panties," he replied. "Leave them alone, and quieten it down. They are probably curled up wide awake shitting themselves in a room full of us," one of them said, who I assumed was the organiser, as it sounded like his word was final. "Would still sniff her shitty panties," he muttered. "You are wrong Steve, so so wrong," one of them said, "the blonde's?" he added laughing. "Either," he said back. "Oi, lads, come on," the organiser said, "knock it off. If you wanna be noisy fuck off downstairs." The voices quietened down as they got ready, shuffling around the room. The sound of 15 blokes undressing is a weird thing to listen to. It is also very hard not to have a peek, but I didn't. The voices quietened down to a murmur as they chatted about their day, which I just listened to before starting to drift off to sleep. I was half asleep when I could hear voices which woke me up. As I stirred, I heard one of them say, "Fuck me that is hot." I could feel the covers were not wrapped around me and it was me they were likely looking at. "Them her panties or shorts?" "Panties I think." "You reckon?" "Yeah, too small to be shorts them." I brushed my hand over my back, pulling the covers over me, covering myself up as I rolled over so I could see them. "Pervs," I said, smiling at them. "Soz," one of them said. "Was just getting up for a pee, saw a lot of skin." "Yeah yeah," I said grinning at him, "and yes, they are my panties." "Cute," they both said together, "bra?" one of them asked. I just ignored his question as he was clearly just being a perv. "Sorry love, you will have to forgive him, he is the ugly one so doesn't get much," the taller of the two said. "Yeah fuck you Dave," he snapped back, "I get plenty." "Sure you do Mike," Dave said, "then why you staring at a girl asleep in her undies? You not seen that for a while?" "Yeah, fuck off Dave," Mike said, "you gotta admit, shorts, panties, whatever, an ugly fucker like you would have to pay to fuck that." "You suggesting I am a whore?" I said glaring at him. "No, hell no, sorry, just saying, he is ugly, and you, never, sorry," Mike stammered. "Hehehe, smoothly done," Dave said, "anyway, need a pee." He threw the covers back revealing he was totally naked, his dick lounging against his balls as he swung his legs off the bed and stood up. "Whoa," I said, staring, as his penis, almost in slow motion, swung to the side as he got out of bed. He wrapped a towel around himself before opening the door and disappearing into the darkness. A few minutes later he came back, dropped the towel and got back into bed. "Can't believe you are naked in a room of this many people," I said. "Eh?" he said, "rugby team, kinda get used to it, can't be modest in those changing rooms." "Guess not," I said, "you all naked?" "I doubt any of us are wearing 'My Little Pony' PJs," he said smiling, "bunch of piss heads, boxers or nowt most likely." I just laughed at the thought of them wearing 'My Little Pony' PJs as he continued, "Anyway, you are hardly well dressed. Just the top and panties?" I nodded, "Decent though," I argued. "Yeah, suppose so," he said, "and your mate?" "Yeah she is decent," I said. "How decent?" he pressed, "same as you?" I didn't answer his question, I just smiled at him. I was woken up to rustling and movement. I looked to the side and opened my eyes getting an eyeful of Dave naked again, "Morning..." I said, staring at his cock and elbowing Sarah to wake her up. He was quite good looking in the daylight, standing a few feet away, his flaccid penis hanging between his legs nestling against his shaved testicles. "What..." she mumbled, as she stirred before opening her eyes and seeing the full monty. "Wow," she blurted out as she just stared at his nakedness. He made no effort to cover up as he casually put some boxers on. She had a good look at him before looking at me and smiling, "Now that is an alarm clock," she said smiling. "You like that?" he asked her. "There are worse things to wake up to," she answered. I made eye contact with Sarah and she nodded, I nodded back and smiled as I felt her hand against my tummy before it slowly slid down my front, her fingers lifting my panties before slipping inside them. I bit my lip and looked at her as she gently penetrated me with her index finger. She knew I wasn't really wet enough yet as she gently and slowly slid it as deep as she could before curling her fingers forwards and pushing against my 'g spot'. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as she massaged me internally. I felt my body respond to what she was doing and felt myself relax around her fingers as I got wet. "Take your boxers off," Sarah said to him. "Eh?" he said, sounding confused, as he turned around. She looked at me and I nodded slightly to her so he didn't notice. She stopped fingering me, but left her hand down the front of my panties. She pushed the covers down my body so he could see her hand down the front of my panties. "Oh shit, you fingering her?" he blurted out. She nodded in response to his question, "Take ya boxers off," she repeated. He dropped the boxers and started to climb the ladder. As his semi erect penis got level with the bed she stopped him and with her free hand took hold of him causing him to get harder. I shifted myself down causing her hand came out of my panties, but leaving my mouth at the same level as his now hard penis. She stopped wanking him, but kept hold and as he opened his eyes again and looked down at her, she guided him towards my mouth. "Oh fucking wow," he gasped as she guided him between my lips and then pulled him forwards until my nose pressed against his stomach. I let him screw my mouth as he started thrusting into it as I sucked him off. Sarah shifted herself so she could cup his balls while I sucked him. She gently massaged them in her hand as I let him use my mouth as he wanted. I felt Sarah kneel up on the bed and move so she could kiss him, her tongue and his intertwining together as I lay in-between them with his dick thrusting in and out of my mouth. I knew Sarah wouldn't suck as she just won't, so I felt behind me and followed her bare leg up until I felt her panties, I teased them down a bit before Sarah worked out what I was doing and removed them entirely. I took his hand and guided it towards the top of her leg. As I guided his hand up from her knee and over her thigh he took the hint and I let go as he got higher and higher. "Oh, wow," he said, "you naked under that shirt?" She didn't say anything, she just responded by lifting her shirt up and over her head, dropping it onto the bed. I heard her moan as his hands squeezed her breasts before aiming straight between her legs. "Can I cum?" he gasped with a sense of urgency. "If you want," Sarah replied, "her mouth... or in me?" "Seriously?" he asked, staring at her and pulling back out of my mouth to, I assume, stop himself cumming. She made eye contact and nodded as he pulled her close and lifted her off the top bunk effortlessly, climbing down and laying her on the bed below. "Oh yes," she said, "fuck me," and then gasped, as I assume he entered her. I lay above them and tipped my head over the edge of the bunk as I watched my best mate getting fucked. I grinned as he just slammed it inside her, there was no romance at all, she was just someone to fuck, and wow, was she getting fucked. I looked up when I heard the door open as a few of them almost chinned themselves on the floor when they saw her, on her back, naked and legs open. I smiled at them as they came in and closed the door. Almost in a total 'trance like' sync they took their tops off, followed by their shoes, socks and jeans in one movement. I knelt up on the bed and lifted my top off. They just stared at me for a few moments kneeling there, wearing only my panties, before I felt myself get lifted off the top bunk and laid next to Sarah. Sarah was on her back with her arms above her head. Her breasts were bouncing up and down as he slammed himself into her more and more aggressively, as I assume he got closer to his climax. "Can I cum?" he gasped, although he didn't wait for the answer. He moaned, almost a growl as he bucked himself deep inside her as he came. "No," she said looking at him, "you can't cum..." "Shit, seriously?" he asked, sounding worried. She didn't answer him and just grinned at him, "Tis okay," she said. "You on pill?" he asked, still sounding concerned, as he had just blown his load into her. "Yes," she said, "good job isn't it," she teased, smiling at him. I felt someone kneel between my legs and force my legs open, he moved my panties to one side and rested his penis against me. I smiled encouragingly at him as he gently pushed against me until I felt my outer lips open and he slipped inside me. He pushed deeper into me until I felt his balls push against my panties. He started thrusting in and out of me as I lay on my back, my arms above my head pushing against the wall to stop my head hitting it. He pulled me towards him and lifted me up by the hips so he was at a better angle. He rocked his hips, quickly slamming in and out of me as he looked down at me. "Can I cum?" he asked. "Yes," I said, as I felt his pace quicken. He didn't last long, moaning loudly as he thrust into me in time with his ejaculations. I smiled at him as he pulled himself out of me, allowing my panties to fall back into place and inevitably soak up his deposit. I heard the table get moved into the middle of the room and saw Sarah being laid on it, face down, moments before another cock got pushed into her. She gasped as she got penetrated from behind while another guy stood in front of her and tried to get her to suck him. "No," she said, "fuck off." "Come on, be a good girl," he teased. "No," she said, turning her face to avoid his stiff cock that he was trying to get into her mouth. "I insist," he said, grabbing her cheeks and squeezing so she opened her mouth which was immediately filled with his dick. "You twat," she said as he started to thrust in and out of her mouth. Or I think that was what she said, it was kinda hard to tell what she was saying with 6 inch of meat sticking down her throat. I felt myself get lifted off the bed and was placed next to Sarah on the table, face down. I felt my panties get pushed to the side again as a second guy penetrated me. The better angle was glancing against my g-spot as he fucked me. "You gonna be a good girl?" the guy in front of me asked, offering his penis towards my face. I just opened my mouth and let him slide into it. I closed my lips around him, unable to really coordinate anything with my mouth as I got penetrated from behind. I just lay in the middle as someone thrust deep into my pussy and another thrust deep into my throat. The guy in my mouth pulled out and started to wank himself off. Before I could even move my face he unloaded onto it, his first shot hitting me in my left eye and his second flew over my shoulder onto my back. He slipped himself back into my mouth as the last few dribbles came out, which I sucked out and swallowed. Hostel He was replaced almost immediately by someone else as the guy in my pussy started to cum. I felt him push deep into me and the amazing feeling of warmth as he came inside me, I pushed back onto him, my pussy pulsing, milking his spurting cock before he pulled out of me. I could feel my panties which were now very wet, get pushed to the side again as a third guy penetrated me from behind. I heard Sarah gasp. I looked at her and she sprayed the guy's load out of her mouth choking on it. He just smiled at her and said, "Good girl." She caught her breath then spat out the rest of his load onto the floor. "Fuck off," she snapped back, as she wiped the residue of his load from her face. I just smiled at her as my mouth got filled again with seed as he came onto my tongue. I swallowed his load and opened my mouth for the next who didn't take long to take the hint. "No way, not two," Sarah said, as a second guy tried to get into her mouth. "Mouth or arse," he said. "Arse," she answered with no hesitation. "Seriously?" he quizzed, looking at her. She just nodded as he moved behind her and added, "Dirty bitch." "Oooooo shit, slowly..." she gasped, as she was taken anally. She arched her back, I assume to change the angle to a less painful one as she took one up the arse. Both blokes in me came almost at the same time, distracted by the guy cumming inside me I was taken by surprise by the one in my mouth which caused me to choke. I gasped for air as I spat his load all over him and onto the floor. "Sorry," I said. "Hehehe," he laughed, "well trained bitch, you are okay though," he added, as he stepped away. I opened my mouth as another guy came in for a blow job. I let him slide into my mouth and as I closed my mouth around him I tasted a bitter disgusting taste. I tried to pull my head back, but he stopped me and just held his dick in my mouth. I saw Sarah visibly gag as she worked out what he had just done and she looked away. I felt myself heave as a dick that had moments earlier been up my best mate's arse rested on my tongue. I fought back the gag reflex and controlled my breathing to stop myself throwing up. "Oh that is fucking wrong," I heard one of them say, "you just gone ass to mouth with her mate?" I gagged again, as I was sure I could taste what I really didn't want to even think about tasting. "She is gonna be sick..." one of them said. "Out of her nose maybe," the guy in my mouth said, "her mouth is full." "Tight fucker," one of them said. "Speaking of tight fuckers try her mate's arse, fucking yeah baby," he said and started thrusting in and out of my throat. "You have already ruined her mates, I want this one," one of them said, slapping me on my bum. I reached behind myself to defend my bum, "No, no, no," I mumbled as best I could with a cock in my mouth. As I defended my back door the guy in my mouth started to cum. His creamy seed exploded into my mouth, which was a welcome change to what I was tasting until that point. He grabbed my nose and pulled out of my mouth, "Swallow!" I tried to move away but couldn't, so I swallowed his load to get him to let go of me. He stepped back just far enough to be at the perfect distance, so I took the opportunity and swung my hand around forming a fist which perfectly connected with his balls. "Bitch," he gasped, as he dropped to the floor clutching his balls. "You deserved that," one of them said. I felt something push against my panties and then felt them get pulled down to my ankles. He pushed against my anus, which I reached behind to defend. My arms were grabbed and pinned to the table leaving me helpless, as he slowly pushed himself against my back door. I clenched as hard as I could, but the excitement mixed with several loads of semen were more than enough lubrication, as he slowly but surely started to force his way up my anus. "No, please, not there," I begged, but it was already too late. I felt my back door surrender and his penis slip deep into my bowels in one sudden movement. I heard myself yelp and squeal as I tried to wriggle free, but I was well pinned down and was going nowhere. My bum erupted with pain and a stretched feeling, as he held himself balls deep inside me. He started to pull out of me which caused the pain to erupt again, "Ow, not yet," I gasped causing him to stop where he was. After a few minutes he slowly started to pull out again, before slowly pushing back in. The grip on my arms relaxed and I just lay on my front as he fucked me up my bum. It was a strange sensation, I had never had it up there before. I had experimented with toys, but none of real size and none this long. He gradually picked up the pace and it was then I realised that he was going to cum up there. I could feel my bum gripping him as he slid in and out of me, I could tell that it was super tight and although it felt weird, it wasn't particularly painful anymore. "Gonna cum," he whispered into my ear. I felt a ripple and then a pulse as he came inside me. The sensation was again, not particularly bad, but it felt very wrong as a warmth flooded places it didn't normally. I can only describe it as having a really embarrassing accident with really tight fitting underwear on. He slid out of me with an audible pop, immediately followed by a dribble of his deposit, which ran down my leg and over my foot before dripping onto the floor. He was replaced immediately by a second guy pushing against my anus. I clenched again as I pleaded, "Fuck, no, please no." He ignored me and my already tortured arse stretched even more as his dick pushed against it. He felt massive, causing sharp pains to pulse up and down my body, originating from my rear entrance. He slowly pushed harder and harder, my resistance being overpowered by the intruder. He stopped pushing and leant down to whisper into my ear, "Relax, or this is gonna hurt when it goes in." Almost before he finished his sentence he pushed harder against my anus, which I physically felt stretch open as his big head popped in overcoming my resistance and sliding deep inside me. "Shit shit shit..." I gasped. "Not for a while you won't be," he sneered from behind me and drove his cock as deep as he could into my bowels. "No, stop, please," I squealed, as he violently pounded my ass with his cock. "Will someone stick a cock in her mouth to shut her up?" he said, grabbing my hair and pulling it so that I lifted my head and faced forwards. Within moments a dick slid past my lips and into my throat causing me to gag slightly as I got spit roasted. Much to my relief, I felt the guy behind me pull out, allowing me to concentrate on the guy I was sucking. He also pulled away and left me on the table, but before I could move I was lifted off it allowing one of them to lay on it and then I was laid on top of him as he guided his dick into my pussy. "Oo yeah," I moaned, as I felt him slip deep into me, grinding my hips around him to stimulate myself. "You got her?" one of them said. "Yeah, she is all yours," someone else answered, as once again my arms were secured. Someone leant down from behind me and whispered into my ear, "Airtight time." "Fuck right off," I protested, as I tried to escape, but was held in place as he slowly guided himself into my ass from behind me. "No no no..." I moaned feeling my arse stretch and once again surrender to invasion, only this time there was someone in my pussy as well. Someone stood in front of me and offered themselves to my mouth, which I just opened and let them do what they wanted, I didn't move, I didn't do anything, I just let them use me, all holes filled at the same time. I could hear myself moaning as they screwed my brains out, and it wasn't escaping my attention that I was getting very turned on. The tightness caused by someone being up my bum as well, felt amazing as all three of them slid in and out of me at different times and speeds. I felt my body twitch and I released a soft, but long moan as I orgasmed. I felt my pussy and anus grip both men who were inside me, my mouth falling open, moaning my way to orgasm. "Did the dirty bitch just cum?" "Yep, she did... and now I am..." one of them behind me gasped, as I felt another ejaculation go into my bum. He held himself inside me while his penis pulsed, each pulse firing another shot of semen into my bowels. "No!" I exclaimed as he started to pull out, "stay in." He pushed himself back into my bum and held himself deep inside me as my pussy got pounded. The guy in my mouth pulled out and took over with his hand, cumming onto my face and hair, before putting his cock back into my mouth, which I then obediently sucked dry. I supported my weight using my elbows as I felt the guy beneath me nearing his orgasm. His first ejaculation felt like it was going to cause damage as it exploded into my pussy, "Oh wow," I gasped, feeling myself go cross eyed. He violently pounded in and out of me, his dick blasting spurt after spurt into me as I shuddered to a second orgasm. He held himself inside me and waited for my pussy to stop pulsing before he pushed me to the side so he could get out from under me. I curled up on the table naked, my hair and face covered in cum, the last two deposits leaking onto the table from my anus and pussy. They got dressed and left the room, leaving me still on the table laying in a mix of their cum. Sarah closed her legs and stood up, which caused what looked like a lot of cum to dribble down and off her body onto the floor. "Wow," Sarah said, using her t-shirt to wipe the cum off her, "did you cum twice then?" "Yeah," I said blushing, which considering what I had just done was a little late for a bit of humility. "Dirty bitch," she said smiling," and you claim you don't like it up the arse?" "I don't,... no, why, do you like that?" I asked looking at her. "Isn't too bad," she said, "would rather that than suck... dirty bitch, you swallow it all?" "Yeah," I answered, "can't believe he stuck his cock in my mouth that had been up your arse." "Ewww yeah," Sarah replied, "good shot on the nut punch though." "Hehehehe, yeah, landed that one okay," I smiled back at her. "Yeah," she said, putting her hands out and helping me to my feet, "what did it taste like?" "Like he had just stuck his cock up my mate's arse then straight into my mouth," I said back, smiling at her. "Gross," she said, as she heaved slightly. "What the fuck you heaving for?" I playfully snapped, to which she just smiled at me. I shivered as the pooled cum that was settled on me was disturbed and ran off me. "Gross isn't it," she said. "Not a nice feeling," I replied using my t-shirt to wipe the cum off me before covering myself with the covers off the bed. "You have nowt to wear do ya?" Sarah said to me grinning. "Not that isn't covered in cum no," I replied back. "Dare you to..." Sarah started. "No," I interrupted her, "not naked and smeared with cum. Dare you to." "Paper, scissors, stone it?" she suggested. "Loser goes to the locker to get our stuff?" I clarified. "Yep," she nodded. "I am naked though, you at least have panties on," I argued. She covered herself with the other end of the bed clothes and dropped her panties onto the bed. "There ya go, if you lose you can put them on, if I lose I will put them back on." I sighed, one of us had to go and get the stuff and there was no way either of us were going to volunteer for it in our state of undress. "K," I agreed. "Best of three?" Sarah suggested. "Yep," I said, as I looked at her and twisted around to face her, "Three, two one go yeah?" "Yep," Sarah said, starting the countdown, "Three, two, one, go!" Hostel Beau sits on a concrete bench in bright Tivoli Gardens. He is happy to be resting, but hates conceding that his feet are sore and that he is unlikely to be able to carry on much longer into the sunny night. The rides and amusements of Tivoli remind him vaguely of Coney Island or the Santa Cruz Boardwalk. Tivoli, however, is cleaner and more orderly—the way he would imagine a costume closet organized by a Scandinavian drag queen with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Beau sighs. It is difficult to reconcile the midnight sun with his body's automatic winding down after weeks of dedicated travel. He has not drank. He has not smoked. He has not passed more than a half smile at the other lone travelers. He wakes at dawn with an itinerary programmed roughly to the hour and then lies down at midnight. It has been three days since he floated through the windmill fields of the Baltic Sea—looking like acres of opalescent, spiny extra-terrestrial flowers—and emerged into the ports of Copenhagen. The train began in Lisbon and traversed first Spain, France and finally Germany. He began his exploration of the city immediately, attacking his touristing with the focus one would apply to a final exam in something very serious like architectural engineering or nuclear physics. He has studiously explored the National Museum, obediently nodded through tours of the canal systems, and appropriately admired the graffiti of squatted Christiana. The sun continues to shine on the dragon boats floating on the dark pond in Tivoli. A few swans dart between the bright tongues of the dragons' mouths. At 11pm, the Danes and other tourists show no indication of giving in for the evening. Teenagers fumble about in the backs of the dragon boats groping one another and giggling excitedly. Couples sit closely, their heads bowed in quiet conversation, feeding one another macarons piece by piece. Families picnic with plastic beer steins, even the toddlers still staggering along the edges of benches and chairs. Beau's mind buzzes with the brightness of the sun, his haziness further instigated by a three-hour time lag. Beau slides on aviator sunglasses, tucks his hands in his pockets, and starts for the grand brick exit to Vesterbrogade. The sky is the washed out color that blue fades to in Polaroid photos from the1970s. Sausage and cut grass blend into a damp smell. Near a trashcan slicked with adverts for a black metal band, a woman bends to light a cigarette. She cups her hands around it and swears, Beau guesses, in her own language as the lighter continues to falter. After tossing the cigarette and the lighter into the trash in defeat, she begins on the same trajectory as Beau, slipping a white alligator clutch under her arm. She strolls in front of him, a silk turquoise dress dipping down her back in a deep V. Her dark blonde hair is thin but touches the bottoms of her scapula, sweeping back and forth over her spine bones with the motion of her hips. She gathers her hair into a fist and then drags it over her right shoulder. Beau's nostrils flare, his mouth salivating slightly, as the freckles of her back become visible. Her thin calves show a deep, elegant split with each step. Down the cobblestone drive they both go, until the clicking of her heals stops abruptly. Her right foot tugs forward attempting to dislodge her slim white high heel from between the stones. Myriad unknown words universally recognizable as profanity erupt from her thin lips as Beau passes her. He smiles, puts forward a hand to help her balance as she pulls forward harder with her foot. The pleats of her dress swing just above her bony knees. "Thank you," she says in heavily accented French. "You're welcome," he replies awkwardly in even heavier accented French. Then in Russian, she says, "You're French is very good for a Russian." Beau replies fluently in Russian, "That's funny because I'm not Russian." "Ah. OK. English it is." She smiles and Beau starts to wake up a little as a small gap shows in her front two teeth. "I thought you looked French," the woman says, "but your accent sounded like a Russian speaking French." Beau's cheeks begin to warm. "Do you want a cigarette?" he questions and begins to grope his empty pockets. He hasn't smoked in weeks he knows, but hopefully searches for a gift. "Ah, I don't smoke anymore. It's good mine wouldn't light. I had a beer too many is all and then a crave." Her o's are held too long and her a's hang high in the back of her throat. And then he smirks as a fast image of shoving his cock into the back of her soft throat flashes in his head. "Yes," Beau continues to fumble, smiling like a gargoyle, "I know that feeling too." They continue on in step as they pass through the exit of Tivoli. The cars still hum past with the sun reflecting from their mirrors like tiny lasers darting randomly through the lanes. Her skinny, muscular legs contract with each of her steps. The front of her dress also falls in a deep V down her sternum and Beau is suspicious that her small breasts are bare underneath the thin silk fabric. There is a triangle of three moles that he can see on her left breast just as the flesh leaves the flat of her sternum and rises onto her small breasts. Freckles lightly decorate her collarbones. "Where are you going to now?" she inquires, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. "Heading to my hostel. I have a train to catch early in the morning." He smiles as he starts to wave goodbye and his body drifts toward the west. With her charming accent and rosy lips she replies, "I am staying at a hostel too. Which are you going to?" "Woodah," he says. She smiles her gap toothed smile, her blue eyes creasing at the edge. " Me too. I was going to take a taxi, but I can walk with you?" "Sure, " Beau says, surprised with her trust. He holds his elbow out to her, and then wonders if this is an American gesture. But she tucks her arm into his. He inhales a rose scent with notes of dark spice, tobacco, and scotch. They walk about a block in silence. Then they begin the familiar conversation of travelers and discuss origination, profession, outlooks on American foreign policy, local sites and destinations. Claudia—he learns is her name—came to Copenhagen for a wedding of family friends and leaves for home tomorrow in Krakow. As they reach the hostel doors, Beau looks at his phone. It's late, but still difficult to sleep in the bright night. "Can I buy you a drink?" he inquires as they pass the hostel café quiet with only a few small groups of people drinking Carlsberg. After two beers, they borrow a cigarette and step out to the street. Claudia and Beau giggle as they pass the cigarette back and forth telling puns and jokes from their own languages. The cigarette butt dims and brightens like a firefly. Claudia takes a long inhale, blows the smoke familiarly out her nostrils, and leans her head back onto brick. She closes her eyes. Her neck is long and white. Beau leans back beside her and thinks of closing a hand around it. Side by side, he notices the smudges of her lipstick on the end of the cigarette when she passes it back to him. At long last, the night has become dusk like. And then the silence begins. It is one of those moments in which it is unclear who moved or reached out first. It is one of those sacred seconds when two people are suddenly pressed together. Beau relishes these rare couplings that are simple, effortless, and spontaneous. He begins to grope her face with his tongue like an awkward teenager in new braces molesting his first crush. She seems a little taken aback by his forcefulness and starts to back away. Then relaxation comes to him. Beau stops kissing her, letting his lips just rest on hers. He slows his breathing. He puts a thumb on the contour of her cheek and his fingers stroke the soft skin below her eye. He moves his other hand to her ear lobe and presses firmly. And then Claudia begins to press her body into him. Beau softly pins Claudia against the red brick of the hostel. She slides her hands underneath his button down shirt. Her fingernails softly drag circles on his sides. Claudia's cheeks infuse with pink and her pale blue eyes are half open and soft. Beau puts a hand on her bare shoulder where her dress has slid off to the side. He was right, he sees, about her bra. They gaze together at her naked clavicle, the rise of her breast, and both giggle. Her nipples are obvious beneath her thin dress. He leans in and kisses her, pressing his tongue deep into her soft mouth, pressing his chest into her increasingly hard nipples. Claudia giggles and then all goes silent as she engulfs his neck in strong sucks and bites, his skin catching between the gap in her front teeth. Beau is feeling heady, half stoned from sleepiness and half tipsy, pushed forward with surreal desire in the dusk as Claudia continues to roughly caress his neck with her mouth and teeth. She looks up at him with large, blue eyes as she moves up and down his neck. He is ignorant to the lone strangers and entwined couples who pass by intermittently—until a moped pulls up, driven by a woman in skin- tight black leather pants and stiletto black heels. The new woman stands from the white scooter, pulls off her black helmet, and a pile of dyed red hair falls clumsily around her shoulders. Their eyes meet, Beau and the lady in black, and she winks at him. Claudia stops and raises her head, her eyes follow Beau's as she leans forward to his lips. All three begin to laugh conspiratorially. The woman in black says something in Danish. She waggles her long fingers at them. As she walks away into the café, she blows a kiss to Claudia and Beau. From behind, the woman's red hair matches the red bottoms of her shoes. Beau pulls Claudia through the door then and up the stairs of the hostel, their laughter and clatter echoing up the stairwell. Alone in their dorm room, the silence begins again. Claudia slowly walks to the large industrial window that looks toward Tivoli. She stands as a silhouette in the window, the sky gritty outside and the tip of the moon just above the horizon. Claudia turns her head over her shoulder and her blue eyes are sultry, inviting. Her body makes the shape of an S against the window, her legs slightly spread. She turns forward, and slowly begins to beg Beau forward. She takes a slim, pale hand and moves all her hair behind her back. She combs her fingers through her blonde hair. As if there is all the time in the world, and no man behind her ready to fervently slide his very hard dick into her from behind, she pushes the hair upward high onto the top of her head. She moves her head back and forth as if she is swaying on a boat. As she pulls the hair up into a high ponytail, her back skin is again revealed and beginning to flush pink. She is like a lightning bug, her fast blood becoming iridescent beneath her skin. Beau's dick hardens more as he becomes excited at how easily her ass might turn pink from his even harder hand. He steps forward, and pulls the fine zipper on the back of the dress down. First comes the pale hollow of her lumbar spine. The zipper stops just below the crease between her ass. Small symmetrical dimples decorate her high sacrum and he can see opalescent perspiration shining on her light skin in the dusky light. He bends, sets his tongue just between the dimples and slowly pulls his tongue up her back and to the base of her neck. He tastes salty diluted flower. Beau pushes Claudia's dress down her shoulders, and the fabric drifts to the floor around her white heels. Beau was wrong. She is actually fully naked beneath the dress. Claudia laughs quietly as she toes the dress to the side. Beau steps back, caressing her shoulders. Claudia looks forward, naked in front of the large window. The warm sent of her pheromones rise as he begins to softly kiss her neck. He still wears his clothes, standing behind her. There is something about rubbing against a naked woman through his clothes that always turns him on. Reaching forward, he begins to draw circles around her nipples and soft sounds move from Claudia's mouth. He presses his teeth into the side of her neck and she begins to laugh with her moans. Beau wants to hear her come, partly out of the curiosity he has for hearing a woman's personalized small death, but also out of some other deeper instinct. It is one of the few things in life a person should do just because they can. He drops one hand to find her warm clit, which is easy to find as it pulses forward to him. He gathers both breasts into his hand, slowing his deep massages. Claudia begins to hunch forward, as if she can't quite contain herself. He smiles at how easy she is about to break. He loves a lady with a low threshold for stimulation. A long moaning exhale comes from her lips as he puts two fingers into her. At the addition of a spreading third, her muscles relax around his hand and she exclaims words to which he is clueless about their meaning. Claudia turns around to him, her back against the cool window, her chest flushed with pinkness. Beau grabs her jaw and pushes her up against the window harder as she smiles. He pushes a palm between her breasts and curls his fingers in as her skin blanches. But then she roughly pushes his arm away and laughs. She grabs the two sides of his shirt and rips it open, the plastic buttons clicking to the ground. Claudia slides down the window and onto her knees. She looks up with huge eyes as she pulls down his pants, the points of her high heels pushing up against the wall. She curls her finger and thumb around the base of his cock. For about five seconds her soft lips rest around its head. She leans away from him, and then he is suddenly deep in the back of her hard throat. Her high pony-tail is all he sees looking down as he drives his cock farther forward into her moaning mouth. He grabs the base of her pony-tail with easy pressure which makes the both of them moan louder. They must not have heard the door of their room. After Beau picks Claudia from the ground and turns them both around so he leans on the cool window just about to slide as agonizingly slow as possible into her from behind, they both see the redhead laying belly down on the bed across the room, her stilettos kicked up behind her. There is a brief second of confusion. But Claudia moans even louder now and her cunt becomes even warmer as he slowly strokes her clit contemplatively in circles, curious as to where this will go. He rests his chin on Claudia's shoulder so he can look into the brown eyes of the woman watching them. He very slowly rests his cock at Claudia's opening. As she tries to push herself back onto him, he grabs her hips, holding them in place so she can't control the speed of his entry. She squirms against his hands, her breaths deepening. He cups both sides of her ass as he glides slowly into her. And that's all it takes to make her come again sharply. Beau continues to move in and out as he adds more and more pressure to Claudia's clit. The red head flips to her back and enthusiastically peels her leather pants off. Facing them, her legs bent and pussy exposed, still in her tall heels, she begins to rub her own clit. She licks her fingers with a smile and buries her own fingers inside and continues to rub her clit with the other hand. Beau can feel Claudia tightening around him again. Both women stare at one another, their breath going loudly together and their moans harmonizing. Then Beau pulls out, scoops Claudia suddenly into his arms and drops her on her knees in front of the red head. The red head leans forward and buries her face between Claudia's legs as Beau begins again to fuck her from behind. He is driven forward and his mind clears and there is nothing except warmth, the smell of honey and the shiny eyes of the red head staring at him as he and Claudia come together. A few hours later, Beau makes his train at 7am. He has left Claudia and the redhead curled together in the bed of the hostel. They are an arrangement of limbs with contrasting colors against the bare white sheets. He begins to read Oedipus Wrecked and promptly falls asleep, his head vibrating against the window.