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Here's the true story of an encounter between myself and a friend while we traveled in Spain. Enjoy.
When I was in Europe a couple of years ago, I was travelling with a very good friend of mine. She was beautiful: blue eyes, red hair, firm, perky B-cup breasts, a slim waist and nice wide hips framing a perfect heart-shaped ass. I had always fantasized about what it would be like to be with her, but I never believed I would have the chance.
We were backpacking across Spain at the time (walking the Camino de Santiago, about 800kms on foot over 30 days). That morning started like any other; we woke, had breakfast, and got ready to walk 30-40km. When we were both showering at the hostel where we had stayed the night, I quite accidentally caught a glimpse of her naked body between the shower curtains. It was incredible. The water was cascading over her tanned body, flowing down her back and into the channel made by the two most perfect ass cheeks I have ever laid eyes upon. Then she turned around. I stood agape as I watched the cool mountain water spill over over her hard, rose-coloured nipples, down her flat belly and into the thick downy patch between her legs. It lasted only a moment, but the image has stayed with me as clear as the moment it was seen. She changed position a moment later, and I didn't see any more.
We walked hard that day, climbing to the highest point in north-western spain that wasn't covered by glacier. In the early evening, we arrived in a small town, high in the mountains and decided to stay. Doing what we normally did after a hard days walk, we found a the local bar, got some food and got to drinking. Nothing soothes aching feet like a couple bottles of fine Spanish tempranillo. A few friends of ours arrived shortly after we and as we sat and told stories about the places we were from (we had at the table 2 Canadians, 3 Brits, 1 American, 2 Spaniards and one South Aftrican) we drank more and more. Eventually we moved to another bar and kept drinking until they threw us out.
Racing back to our hostel, just before they closed the doors for the night, we all turned in, a last few lingering giggles sufficing for "good nights". The hostel was completely full, so my friend and I ended up sleeping on the floor next to eachother in our sleeping bags. Drunk as we were, we decided, as it was very cold on the stone floor, we would share one bag to stay warm. So, I crawled in next to her, and put my arms around her to keep her warm. I was only in my boxers, she in her panties and a thin nightshirt. The chill had already gotten to her, and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest. I reached up and ran my hand through her hair. Her body eased into mine, and I could feel her hand sliding around my waist and dipping into the back of my boxers to cup my ass. Holding the back of her head, I pulled her in and kissed her. We kissed passionatley for several minutes, our tongues dancing in eachothers mouths. Our hands wandered. I stripped off her top and took one of those perfect, pert rose nipples into my mouth. She moaned and grasped the back of my head with both her hands. Running my hand down her side, I slipped it into her panties, feeling for the first time the softest, firmest ass I have ever touched. Pulling her panties down, I ran my fingers between her perfect cheeks and up between her legs, feeling her silky bush, wet with desire. She moaned loudly in my ear as I pulled my lips from her breasts and kissed her neck and mouth. Her hand was down the front of my shorts by now, stroking my very stiff cock, each stroke made easier by the increasing amount of precum I was oozing. As I slipped one finger inside of her, she began to stroke faster and her breathing quickened. I wanted to taste the silky pussy my finger was now exploring, to feel her wetness on my face.
Throwing off the top of our sleeping bag, I kissed my way down her stomach until my face was buried in her soft bush. I kissed her lightly on the clit and her quick intake of breath caused a stir in the room. Suddenly, we were both very aware that we were laying on the floor in the middle of a room with 60 sleeping people in it. Completely visible and naked. But after having a brief taste, and with the intoxicating aroma of her sex in my nostrils, I couldn't stop. Slipping my tongue inside her, I began lapping at her silky folds and suckling on her clit. After a few minutes, I could feel her body tensing and hear her breath quickening. She gripped my head in one hand and buried her nails into one shoulder, and came. I could feel it roll through her, the energy of it was so intense. But quiet. I crawled back up to her and saw she was biting her lip to keep from calling out. We kissed deeply, the taste of her juices on our tongues, sweeter than any wine could ever be.
We continued to kiss while she massaged my cock and balls, until finally I came in her hands, my tongue deep in her mouth. She wiped most of my cum off on my shorts, but sucked a little from her fingers and then kissed me again. It was one of
the most erotic things I have ever experienced. She got dressed. We fell asleep soon after and woke up the next morning smiling, if hung-over.
Later that day, we could only snicker and share a look when one of our friends we'd met along the way said he thought he could hear people "screwing around" in the hostel last night. We fooled around a few more times after that, twice with people in the room, once in our own room at a hotel in Paris where she gave me a nice long blow job. But we never actually had sex. We're still friends, but we don't see eachother often anymore. But I will never forget that night at the top of a mountain in Spain.