Dorm Room Deliciousness [F21 F23] [Hostel] [Dorm Room] [Female Traveller] [Backpacking] [Shower Masturbation] [Voyeurism] [Mutual Masturbation] [Teasing] [First Time] [Cunninglingus] [Analingus]

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I turn over, kicking the sheets and sighing deeply. I have trouble sleeping in new places. I jealously listen to the soft breathing of the other sleepers in the dorm room. Even though I have been backpacking and sleeping in hostels for a couple of months now, I am still left feeling a little unsettled sharing a room with strangers.

I think about how New Zealand has so far been a blur of adventure, in between the wonderful hikes and stunning scenery there was incessant partying, copious alcohol consumption and plenty of people from all over the world to distribute a hangover with. Being a lone female traveller there were plenty of opportunities for hookups, but that just wasn’t me. I was an old fashioned sort of girl when it came to guys. 

I eventually fall into a light sleep, but I am awoken by a gentle murmuring and rustling of sheets. I lay still, listening. What is that sound? Is someone having a bad dream? Deep breathing, gentle whimpers, repetitive movement of sheets. I open my mouth in shock as I realise the sounds are from the bed opposite me. There is no denying the sound. The girl in the bed is masturbating. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fair distribute of frantic self pleasure in a dorm room before, haven’t we all? But to be so obvious? I look and listen to work out if anybody else is aware of this salacious behaviour. As far as I can tell they are all asleep. I stay absolutely still, slowly blinking my eyes open. I am on my side, giving me the perfect viewing point. I can make out the shape of her body in the faint light from the hallway. I watch intently as my eyes try to focus in the dim light. I see her sleeping bag moving as she touches herself. 

I hold my breath. I can hardly believe the sight before me. There are eight people in this room. She must think everyone is asleep. I close my eyes and try to go back to ignore her. It’s no good. I need to look. I gasp quietly once more as I see the sleeping bag is no longer covering her. She has no underwear on and her hand is between her legs. I am frozen, listening intently. Fuck. Now I can hear her sounds. Her incredibly evocative wet sounds. She is fingering herself, quite vigorously from the sounds of it. 

I cannot escape the feeling throughout my body. Fuck. I’m enjoying this. I slowly reach down between my own legs, ensuring I make very little noise. I am pleasantly surprised by the warm wet feeling my hand is greeted with. I dip my fingers in and coat my lips with my juices, caressing my lips gently. I listen once again. She is getting close to orgasm. I circle my clit slowly and realise it isn’t gonna take me much to get there too. All of a sudden there is silence. A little exhale as she shudders in orgasm. I too stop breathing as I come hard, trembling from the experience of witnessing another woman orgasm in front of my own eyes. I roll over, a little confused, but exhausted and finally fall into a deep sleep. 

I wake up late and the dorm room is empty. I smile and shake my head feeling like it was a dream. I sit up in the bed against my pillow and stretch, enjoying having the room to myself. 

This enjoyment is soon interrupted as I hear the lock turn in the front door. I yawn and rub my eyes, looking over and trying not to gawk as I see the girl standing with her back to me in nothing but a small towel. My eyes roam her body. She is still wet from the shower. Her shoulder length dark hair drips onto her shoulders. She bends over to get something out of her bag and I discover myself trying to look underneath her towel. She turns to look at me realising she is not alone. She smiles. I blush and quickly look away, wondering what has gotten into me. 

“Hi. I’m Ivy.” She holds out her hand and has to use the other to stop her tiny towel from falling to the ground. She has to bend slightly forward to reach out to me and her towel peeks open, revealing her naked, wet thigh. I reach for her delicate hand, my heart beating fast. It is soft and warm. I hold on as I introduce myself. “I’m Luna.” I smile nervously, thrust my hand away and quickly get out of bed, grabbing my things and heading for the shower.

The hot water feels good pounding on my skin. I think about the plans for the day. I must book that glacier hike. I really ought to try a Skydive whilst I’m here. The wondered of that excites me. My thoughts are gently invaded by a different sort of excitement. Ivy. Her noises and her wet sounds. I close my eyes, glide my hands over my breasts and slide them into my folds. Once again they are wet. I replicate the rigorousness of her fingering, but this time I imagine it’s her sliding her fingers into me. I am lost in the moment, my fingers easing in and out of me, giving me intense pleasure. 

Fuck!” A banging on the door makes me jump. “Sorry I have to close for cleaning.” An apologetic voice calls out. Damn. So close! I laugh to myself. I dry myself off and go back to the dorm room.

I am surprised to see Ivy is still here. She is also still in a towel, lying on her front on her bed, reading a book. I smile at her feeling a little self conscious in my towel. I shiver, the cool winter air seeping into the poorly heated room. “You can use my hair dryer if you like.” She smiles and gestures to the floor. I nod appreciatively. I sit on my bed with my back to her and dry my hair, occasionally blowing the hot air onto my breasts, enjoying the feeling of heat on my cold erect nipples.

When I stop the hairdryer I look over to her to say thanks. I stop myself, mouth wide open. Ivy is still lying on the bed, but now she has no towel on. Her back is to me, but I can see everything. My shock doesn’t stop there. She reaches a hand behind and starts rubbing herself. I take a deep breath, my nipples hardening once more. I wonder what it tastes like. What it would feel like tightening around my fingers. I blink and exhale. I am confused, I’m not into girls! Or am I? 

I discover myself moving closer to her. As I get get closer I clearly see her in all her beauty. She really is glorious from behind. The gorgeous white skin of her cheeks flushed red from her hot shower, Her lips protruding outwards, swollen, wet, so inviting. I cannot help myself. I reach out to touch those tender folds. I feel my own body ache with longing as I trace a finger down her lips, a string of her wetness on the end of my finger. I hear those sweet murmurs once more. I scoop it up a strand of her juice and suck on it. It tastes sweet. I want more. 

My aching turns into lust and before I know it I push on her hip to open up her sweetness. I stare at it. It’s gorgeous. Inviting. I look at her. She has her mouth open in anticipation. I move in slowly, imagining what I would like. I slide the tip of my tongue in between those delicate folds and lick up and down slowly, just brushing the edge of her clit. She squirms and I discover myself pushing her down to keep her still. She whimpers. That sound ignites a reaction in me I never knew I had. I plunge my fingers deep into her, hard and don’t stop, not caring my towel has also fallen off and too deep in the moment to care about the possibility that someone could walk in at any second. I finger her quickly and hard. My tongue concentrates on her clit and I lap rhythmically, allowing my saliva to drip onto her, enjoying the intoxicating sounds of wetness as I work on her. Her moans and her wetness provoke me further and I suck on her clit and feed my fingers further into her, deeper, harder and faster. 

There is no stopping me now. I am relentless. I want to feel her orgasm on my fingers and her desire pouring out of her. I suck on her clit harder and watch my fingers sliding in and out. She feels warm and fits snugly around my two fingers. I feel my eyes lower as I watch her desire drip down onto her other entrance. That has never been a desire of mine, until now. I feel possessed as I gently lick that area, licking my lips and deciding I love the taste. I look her in the eyes as I ease my fingers out of her and move my soaking fingers onto her clit, rubbing them in circles as I insert my tongue gently into her quaking entry. Her moans tell me she likes it and I feel her dripping in reaction, adding to the wetness gathering down below. I move my head backwards and forwards in a swift motion, keeping up a rhythm on her delicate area, increasing the pace ever so slowly. I love the sound of my wet tongue penetrating her and I up the pace. Her moaning propels me further and soon she gyrates in ecstasy, her orgasm exploding all over my face, I watch as she contracts in front of me swiftly moving her hips up and down. I take a breath, completely lost in this moment, wondering how the hell this happened. She sits up and grins at me. “Wow. If I had known you were that good I would have approached you sooner!” I smile back coyly, the realisation dawning on me that I was good at this. Not only that, but judging by the burning throughout my body and the wetness dripping out of me I want more. 

This adventure is only just beginning for me. 

NSFW: yes


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