An Unexpected Turn of Events By Anonymous
I found myself broke in London when I was seventeen, so I took a job at the youth hostel I was staying at, cleaning toilets and changing sheets. There were about 20 people working there, fellow Australians like myself, Swedes, South Africans, Germans, Americans. They were all getting laid, it seemed, but me.
I was a frustrated virgin, accustomed to jerking off at least once a day, and often more, but at the hostel I was sleeping in a dorm room and it was hard to find space to oneself. The combination of knowing that everybody else was getting it and the lack of opportunity to pull the release valve had me working up a head of steam, so much so that Kath, a fellow Australian who was working there - she must have been 22 or 23 - took me aside one evening and warned me that my looks were making some of the women I worked with uncomfortable and that I had better cool it if I didn't want to get the sack.
That was a sobering thought: was I really that obvious? Boy... Over the next couple of days I made a conscious effort to relate to the women I was working with as people, not potential sexual partners, and what do you know? We actually started to get on. Still, it was pretty obvious to all that I was particularly infatuated with Melinda, a 21 year old girl from South Africa who had long blond curly hair and a liking for thin blouses and tight jeans. We flirted together one night, and the next day she got herself assigned to work with me changing beds. I knew that this meant that we would be alone in empty rooms with beds in them all day, and I thought all my Christmases had come at once. We flirted for a while as we worked, then without really thinking about what I was doing I found myself thrusting my groin against her ass as she bent over tucking in a blanket, my hands gripping her hips and pulling her against me.
I've often wondered since then what might have been had I bided my time. I've always had a tendency to rush in, and I've scared many women off as a consequence, who I think I would have succeeded with had I given them more time. In any case, Melinda pulled away from me and explained nicely but firmly that she wasn't interested in that. I was embarrassed, but she made it easy for me and we cordially finished our days work - we thought.
For some reason, the people who ran the hostel chose that day to make a fuss about us not cleaning the place properly, and we all found ourselves working three or four hours extra (with no pay!) cleaning on top of shelves and other places where nobody looked and nobody cared. We grumbled a lot and we were knackered by the end of the day.
About 9pm Kath and I were the last ones working, putting away bedding in a storeroom. We had skived off and smoked a joint with Kath's boyfriend, who also worked at the hostel, so we had to make up time. I was tired and I knew Kath had a boyfriend, so sex was the last thing on my mind, although don't think I hadn't noticed that Kath's attractions! We were idly chatting about Australian rock bands when suddenly she pushed me down onto a pile of blankets and lay down on top of me. I was flustered! I didn't know what to do, so I didn't do anything, just lay there rigid. Kath smiled at my consternation, then pushed herself off me. "Damn!", I thought, "missed my chance".
Kath walked over to the door and wedged it shut with a pile of blankets, then turned and looked at me. I propped myself up on my elbows and was intensely aware of the throbbing in my jeans.
"Well?" Kath said, one eyebrow raised.
"Umm" was all I could reply.
Kath laughed as she came back over. She laid down beside me again and put her hand on my cock. A wave swept over me ... I felt giddy. When she kissed me, her tongue probing my mouth, my elbows gave way and I fell backwards onto the pile. She giggled and leant her face over mine, her hair brushing my face, the sweet smell of dope emanating from it and her breath. I looked into her eyes romantically (later she told me I looked like a pleading puppy). She kissed me again, slowly running her tongue over my lips and lightly pushing into my mouth. Her fingernails scratched my cock through the denim of my jeans. It felt intensely pleasurable. I roughly pushed one hand through her armpit and around her back and grabbed her ass, and with the other I went for the nearest breast.
"Gentle!" she instructed.
I froze, but when she continued kissing me and stroking me I allowed myself to reach for her again, this time with more control. I felt her breast through her t-shirt and bra, and I felt her jeans tight against the curve of her ass. I pushed up her t-shirt and tried to find the clasp on her bra.
"It's on the front" Kath hissed into my ear, sending shivers down my back. She kissed my ear, then sat up beside me and pulled off her t-shirt. I sat up and reached for her bra. When it came undone and her breasts were freed I gently stroked them and cupped them, their heaviness filling my palm. Her nipples were hard, and I gently ran my fingertips over them.
Kath laid back on the blankets. I leaned over her and kissed her, holding myself up with one hand and stroking her breast with the other. She put her hand on mine and squeezed, causing my hand to tighten on her breast. It felt good to hold her soft flesh hard in my hand like that, her nipple pressed into the centre of my palm. She seemed to like it too because she moaned. I stopped kissing her and ran my hand down her stomach to her jeans, over her jeans to her crotch, and placed the palm of my hand against her mound, my fingers pushing between her legs which opened slightly.
I looked at her face, she was watching me with a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. I unbuttoned her jeans, and looked at her again. She knew that I was asking permission to keep going, and she just kept looking at me with that smile, so I pulled on her zipper. She raised her hips and so I moved down and pulled on her jeans with both hands, sliding them off. She was wearing black cotton panties and I could see the pubic hair curling out from underneath the leg bands.
I was still looking at that when she sat up and pushed me down onto the blankets.
"You mustn't tell anybody - I mean it!" she said. I nodded my agreement and she kissed me again briefly, then squeezed my cock through my pants. I moaned, she smiled. She undid my pants and pulled them off. I kicked my legs but in my excitement I was probably more hindrance than help. Eventually we got them off and Kath put her hand on my cock through my y- fronts and squeezed again. The tip of my cock pushed out above the waist band and Kath leant forward and kissed it.
"Oh my god!" I said... how I had longed for this. She licked and kissed the head a bit, then pulled my underpants off. She came up and straddled me, put her hand on my cock and guided it to her clit. She put some spit on her other fingers and rubbed it on the head of my cock, then started rubbing it against her clit and her lips. It felt really good, but I was greedy for more and I started pushing my hips up, trying to enter her.
"No, I'm not ready yet. Let me do it" she said.
I somehow knew better than to argue, so I just lay back and let her do her thing. She rubbed by cock against her clit in circles, and then back and forth along her lips. Gradually, she started fitting me inside her, easing down a little, then pulling up, letting her wetness coat my cock to lubricate its entry. Finally I was fully inside her. I had never felt anything like that before at all. It was an amazing feeling. "Swathed in velvet" doesn't do it justice at all. She pushed my t-shirt up and tweaked my nipple, which seemed to be connected directly to my cock. She steadied herself on my chest while she started to move her hips up and down, her cunt sliding up and down the shaft of my cock. I started pushing my hips in time to hers. I could see her clit standing up, poking out through her thin pubic hair, and her swollen lips rolling slightly inwards and outwards as the friction from my cock pulled on them as she changed direction. We were fucking fairly slowly at first, but I was pushing up the rythm as fast as I could without losing her. She was watching my face and could see me getting close, so she slowed down.
"You mustn't cum in me" she said. "I'm not on the pill".
"OK" I replied.
"No, really, I mean it" she said.
"OK" I said.
We kept going for a little bit longer, but I was not in control at all and she pulled off of me.
"This isn't safe" she said, then she laughed - my face evidently was a picture of sorrow. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you". Kath moved down and took my cock in her mouth. I tentatively touched the back of her head, and she put one hand on mine and pushed on it. This was all the encouragement I needed. I put both hands on the back of her head and started moving my hips, pushing my cock in and out of her mouth. I pushed down on the back of her head and pushed my cock as deep as I could into her mouth. She gagged and pulled off.
"Careful - not that hard" she said, looking at my face.
"Sorry... it's just... you know..." I said.
"I know" she grinned, and put her mouth back on my cock. I put my hands back on her head and started pumping again, careful not to hit the back of her throat. In and out my cock slid. I was mesmerised by the sight of my cock fucking her mouth. Her lips were tightly moulded to my shaft and I could see indents in her cheeks from the pressure she was applying. Kath was holding herself up with one hand and with the other she was touching herself. She started to moan, and this immediately brought me to the brink of orgasm.
"Uhhhnnn!" I said, meaning look out I'm gonna cum.
"MMMmmmmMMM" she moaned, nodding her head.
I pushed deeper into her mouth again, and this time she didn't try and pull back, but pushed her mouth down my cock, taking me all in. I pulled back and then pushed in hard again and felt my orgasm swelling. I kept my hips thrust up as Kath moaned and rapidly bobbed her head up and down on my cock several times. My head exploded in stars as my cock pumped my semen into her mouth. Kath pushed her mouth down to the base of my cock, her moans telling me that she was cumming too. My head and fingers tingled as Kath sucked my cock. I came and came, Kath swallowed and swallowed. There must have been lots of cum from that full head of steam I had built up. Eventually the spasms lessened in intensity and frequency. Kath kept me in her mouth as I subsided, keeping a gentle sucking pressure on my cock. Finally she slid her mouth off my cock and coughed slightly. There was some cum on her chin.
"Ahem - mmm" she said, wiping her chin with one hand. "Boy, that was wild".
"Uhhnnnn" I agreed.
"Good - the first time should be something to remember"
"It's not my first time" I indignantly said.
"Right" she said, and we left it at that.
It's funny though how things turn out. I never did tell anybody about what had happened between me and Kath, but a few days later I was writing a letter to some friends at home and Melinda had walked by. She took the opportunity to flirt a bit more, then wrote in my letter "Hi, I'm your friend's bed-partner. We have fun together". Naturally, when I got home my friends wanted to know all about that, and so I showed them pictures of Melinda and substituted her for Kath in what had happened in the storeroom. Melinda is half a world away, back in South Africa, so it couldn't hurt, right? Except that Kath came back to Australia and moved to Brisbane and, by pure chance, enrolled in an art class with my ex-girlfriend. They get talking, realise that they both know me, and my ex-girlfriend asks "Did you know he fucked some slut in the storeroom at the hostel?"
"No he didn't!" replied Kath.
So how does the story end? With all my friends accusing me of having made it up, and Kath not speaking to me because I betrayed her trust. At the time it seemed so unfair, but that was 14 years ago, and it's all water under the bridge now. What I really remember is that storeroom.
Copyright, 1995 - 2006 by Cindy. Not to be used without express permission.