My holidays
So, you might have figured out already that I like to travel. This year I was in southern Europe for like the second or third time in my life, but it was much more interesting than usual this time. Since I stayed at a rather typical tourist place, I can't say that the "local experience" was the best, but I had a great time anyway.
Just listen:
As I said, I was staying at a typical tourist spot, so there was a lot to do even if one decided to not leave the hotel. On the day I arrived, I wanted to get to know the place I was going to stay at, so I had a relaxing day by the pool, and spent the evening just sitting in the bar, looking at people and getting to know a few people, too. This evening I met two guys from my neighbouring country, and since their language is closely related to mine, we had no problems understanding each other. We just sat around and talked for a while, and generally had a good time. But since I had arrived on that day, I went to bed quite early, happy that I had met some nice people already on the first day.
So...I guess I should skip all the boring details about how I spent the next day shopping, walking along the beach, sitting in outdoor cafés and such, because it's not too interesting for you. But in the evening, I saw the same two guys from last night again, and they immediately invited me to sit by their table in the bar when they saw me. Nice. At first, we just sat around talking like before. But suddenly we got onto the topic of cell phones (or mobile phones?), and we all wanted to show that our phone was the coolest. It turned out that we all had phones with cameras in them, so we started to take pictures of each other just to see whose phone had the best camera. Heh - there wasn't much of a competition, because one of the guys had this kind of expensive phone with a very good camera in it, so his pictures were both much more clear and a bit bigger than the others. However, he said that he wasn't really using the camera in his phone that much, so he wasn't really aware that it was that good.
I guess that's why he suddenly wanted to take more and more pictures. I was just having fun posing for the camera together with his friend, and I remember we were all laughing a lot. In fact, most of the pictures he took in the beginning were quite stupid, but we were having fun nevertheless. After a while, I realized that he was taking more and more pictures of me alone, and even asking me to do things like tilt my head a little bit and such. It happened gradually, so I didn't object, even not when he asked me to put my arms on the table and lean over it. Only afterwards I realized that posing like that showed my cleavage a bit too well.
However, the guys seemed to take that last picture as a sign that they could go much further with me, because when I sat back down, they were suddenly eager to touch me everywhere and such. Every time one of them leaned forward to get his glass from the table, his hand brushed against my tit, as if it was just coincidence. I didn't push them away either, because to be honest I was enjoying the attention. This probably encouraged them even more, because they started asking me if I enjoyed posing for the camera, if I liked to show off my body even to people I didn't know much, if I was a naughty girl and many other such things. The guy with the camera did most of the talking, and he was so direct that he made me blush sometimes. However, as he talked, he rested his hand on my tit, while his friend started caressing the inside of my thigh. Now I have realized that they probably planned this all night, but at the time I was just experiencing too many feelings. Part of me was embarressed by the dirty talk and the fact that I was that easy to get, and the other part of me was loving every moment.
When I didn't do anything to escape their touch, they started playing with me more roughly. Up to now they had just caressed me while talking, but now I could feel them unbuttoning my blouse and pushing my skirt upwards, so that anyone who looked in our direction could see how one of them was roughly fondling my tit, while the other one was feeling my pussy through my pants. He had actually pushed my skirt up so high that it was more like a belt, but luckily for me we were sitting in a quite dark corner, so I don't think anyone actually saw anything. Without thinking, I spread my legs wide for the hand that was now teasing me by rubbing me through my pants. I even tried to push the fabric out of the way, to let him rub my bare cunt, and both guys laughed loudly at that. "You're such a slut, aren't you?" one of them said, and continued to ask me about my masturbation. How often I did it, if I was a slut who couldn't even keep her hands to herself, and if I could show them how I masturbated when I was alone. By then I was excited enough to do almost anything, so I started rubbing myself, now actually kicking off my panties. At first they both seemed a bit shocked that I would do this for them, but I remember I did it almost automatically.
Suddenly, I felt someone grab my wrists to I couldn't continue. It was almost like a shock, because I was too excited now, even pushing myself against them to make them finger my wet cunt. But they didn't touch me, so I was getting almost desperate. They told me later that I even begged them to fuck me, but I don't remember doing that. I was in a haze of some sort, probably. However, I remember the guy with the camera telling me that he wanted to take nude pictures of me, so it would be better if we went up to their room. As I said, by this time I didn't think much anymore, so he didn't have to ask me twice to come to their room.
One of the guys picked up my panties, and I tried to cover myself without re-buttoning the blouse. I must have looked like a real slut when I left the place with two guys, since none of my clothes were properly in place either.
Well...I don't have time to write the rest now, but I'll try to do it tomorrow or during the next few days. Suffice to say, if I didn't already look like a slut when we left for their room, they made me their own little slut that night.
Just listen:
As I said, I was staying at a typical tourist spot, so there was a lot to do even if one decided to not leave the hotel. On the day I arrived, I wanted to get to know the place I was going to stay at, so I had a relaxing day by the pool, and spent the evening just sitting in the bar, looking at people and getting to know a few people, too. This evening I met two guys from my neighbouring country, and since their language is closely related to mine, we had no problems understanding each other. We just sat around and talked for a while, and generally had a good time. But since I had arrived on that day, I went to bed quite early, happy that I had met some nice people already on the first day.
So...I guess I should skip all the boring details about how I spent the next day shopping, walking along the beach, sitting in outdoor cafés and such, because it's not too interesting for you. But in the evening, I saw the same two guys from last night again, and they immediately invited me to sit by their table in the bar when they saw me. Nice. At first, we just sat around talking like before. But suddenly we got onto the topic of cell phones (or mobile phones?), and we all wanted to show that our phone was the coolest. It turned out that we all had phones with cameras in them, so we started to take pictures of each other just to see whose phone had the best camera. Heh - there wasn't much of a competition, because one of the guys had this kind of expensive phone with a very good camera in it, so his pictures were both much more clear and a bit bigger than the others. However, he said that he wasn't really using the camera in his phone that much, so he wasn't really aware that it was that good.
I guess that's why he suddenly wanted to take more and more pictures. I was just having fun posing for the camera together with his friend, and I remember we were all laughing a lot. In fact, most of the pictures he took in the beginning were quite stupid, but we were having fun nevertheless. After a while, I realized that he was taking more and more pictures of me alone, and even asking me to do things like tilt my head a little bit and such. It happened gradually, so I didn't object, even not when he asked me to put my arms on the table and lean over it. Only afterwards I realized that posing like that showed my cleavage a bit too well.
However, the guys seemed to take that last picture as a sign that they could go much further with me, because when I sat back down, they were suddenly eager to touch me everywhere and such. Every time one of them leaned forward to get his glass from the table, his hand brushed against my tit, as if it was just coincidence. I didn't push them away either, because to be honest I was enjoying the attention. This probably encouraged them even more, because they started asking me if I enjoyed posing for the camera, if I liked to show off my body even to people I didn't know much, if I was a naughty girl and many other such things. The guy with the camera did most of the talking, and he was so direct that he made me blush sometimes. However, as he talked, he rested his hand on my tit, while his friend started caressing the inside of my thigh. Now I have realized that they probably planned this all night, but at the time I was just experiencing too many feelings. Part of me was embarressed by the dirty talk and the fact that I was that easy to get, and the other part of me was loving every moment.
When I didn't do anything to escape their touch, they started playing with me more roughly. Up to now they had just caressed me while talking, but now I could feel them unbuttoning my blouse and pushing my skirt upwards, so that anyone who looked in our direction could see how one of them was roughly fondling my tit, while the other one was feeling my pussy through my pants. He had actually pushed my skirt up so high that it was more like a belt, but luckily for me we were sitting in a quite dark corner, so I don't think anyone actually saw anything. Without thinking, I spread my legs wide for the hand that was now teasing me by rubbing me through my pants. I even tried to push the fabric out of the way, to let him rub my bare cunt, and both guys laughed loudly at that. "You're such a slut, aren't you?" one of them said, and continued to ask me about my masturbation. How often I did it, if I was a slut who couldn't even keep her hands to herself, and if I could show them how I masturbated when I was alone. By then I was excited enough to do almost anything, so I started rubbing myself, now actually kicking off my panties. At first they both seemed a bit shocked that I would do this for them, but I remember I did it almost automatically.
Suddenly, I felt someone grab my wrists to I couldn't continue. It was almost like a shock, because I was too excited now, even pushing myself against them to make them finger my wet cunt. But they didn't touch me, so I was getting almost desperate. They told me later that I even begged them to fuck me, but I don't remember doing that. I was in a haze of some sort, probably. However, I remember the guy with the camera telling me that he wanted to take nude pictures of me, so it would be better if we went up to their room. As I said, by this time I didn't think much anymore, so he didn't have to ask me twice to come to their room.
One of the guys picked up my panties, and I tried to cover myself without re-buttoning the blouse. I must have looked like a real slut when I left the place with two guys, since none of my clothes were properly in place either.
Well...I don't have time to write the rest now, but I'll try to do it tomorrow or during the next few days. Suffice to say, if I didn't already look like a slut when we left for their room, they made me their own little slut that night.