Tinderventures in Barcelona, or "You need to [f]uck [m]e right now" | 2016

First time poster, so be gentle. Feedback is welcome through comments or DM. There is definitely some backstory, so scroll down to the page break if you want to skip to the sexy stuff.

It was July 1st – Canada Day – 2015, in Barcelona, and the effort to rally was not going well. The first 8 days of this post-law school European adventure had been filled mostly with an unsustainable pace of partying, and by now the growing list of toxins pumped into my body was gaining the upper hand. It was around 10:00pm and in our hostel’s common room, my best friend, Jason, and I, considered our options: a) an increasing nausea-inducing bottle of Jamieson and joining our hostel’s pub crawl; or b) a couple grams of some quite top-notch weed procured at the local cannabis club, street food, and the first decent sleep of the trip. As I tried to will myself awake with some Red Bull, the night’s patriotic duty to represent the Great White North at the bar was not looking particularly compelling.

Momentarily distracted by my phone, I saw a few new tinder matches that had come in since I connected to the hostel’s wifi. (Side note: tinder while travelling – if nothing else, you’ll get some great local advice on the city. If it goes well, well then, this.) After firing off message to a few different matches, I almost immediately got a response from Maya. She had just graduated from college in California, and was doing the post-graduation adventure with a couple of friends. After only about 10 minutes of back-and-forth, it quickly became apparent that we were both down to meet up, and we made a plan to meet up, along with our respective travelling companions, in an hour, at a park in between our two hostels. The tone of the exchange was definitely flirty, but it didn’t last long enough for me to get a true sense of my prospects. Either way, hanging out with 3 cute California girls was certainly not a bad way to start the night, and we threw down some more Jamieson, and headed out to meet them.

We got to the park about 10 minutes after the appointed time, and once I spotted her, I was not disappointed. She was definitely “fun-size,” maybe 5”2 without heels, and 110 pounds at most. With long, dark, hair, beautiful brown skin, and a great smile, she was wearing a skintight beige cocktail dress that showed off her tight body, B-cup tits, and spectacular bubble butt. For those that care, I’m 5”9, 180, with short black hair, green eyes that I’m told are my best feature, and a decently muscular body left over from years of rugby in university.

From the park, we hit up a few different bars, heading vaguely down towards the beach. To be honest, I found Maya to be a bit annoying, in a sorority woo-girl kind of way, and was somewhat jealous of Jason, who had paired up with Maya’s equally attractive, and much more chill friend. Although Maya was clearly being pretty flirty, touching my arm and my leg when we spoke, I wasn’t sure how much longer I wanted to stay with the girls.

But, after leaving the third bar, I found myself trailing behind the others with Maya, who was looking at me expectantly. Fairly drunk at this point I threw out an always-cheesy, though honest in this case, “you have a really nice smile.” Well apparently that did it, because next thing I know, Maya is pushing me up against the wall of a building with surprising aggression, grinding against me as her tongue slides into my mouth. Now, I may have found her kind of annoying when she spoke, but this was something I could work with. The next 15 minutes saw us falling further behind the others as we stopped to make out every few blocks, pushing each other against walls and doorways as we walked through Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter. At this point, we were planning which hostel to go to, and I was now trying to keep Maya there, so as to better wingman Jason with her much shyer friend.

The makeouts continued on the beach, and when I started kissing down her neck, it was like I had flipped a switch. Moaning, she grabbed the back of my head, gave me a kiss that could wake the dead, then looked me dead and the eye and said “you need to fuck me right now.” Yes, Ma’am.

The entire cab ride back to my hostel, she’s rubbing my crotch through my jeans, and nibbling on my neck, while my hand is up her dress, and I can feel how soaked she is already through her panties (classy, I know). We stumble in through the door of my hostel, and encounter a slight obstacle: the girl at the front desk knows Maya isn’t a guest at the hostel, and won’t let her upstairs without a wristband. With a knowing smile, front-desk lady says “but you’re welcome to hang out in the common rooms downstairs.”

I grab Maya by the hand, and lead her downstairs, into the furthest common room. Pulling her in, I shut the door behind us, and prop a chair against it for good measure. I then turn around and resume making out as a I peel her dress over her head, revealing a matching black bra and thong, then push Maya down on the couch. Pretty soon, we’re both naked, and Maya has me sit on the couch as she kneels down between my legs. Now, I’m a pretty normal 6 inches, but this girl definitely had “pornstar hands”, and my hard cock looked huge as she slowly stroked it, while looking up and biting her lip. She took me in her mouth, and what she lacked in technique, she made up for in enthusiasm, moaning, trying to deep throat me, and generally acting like it was the first cock she’d had in months. After about 5 minutes of this, I want to return the favour (Canadian spelling), and kiss down her body to a completely shaved, already soaked pussy. As I started to lick her clit, I slid a finger in, and learned two things about Maya: 1) she was tight, like really tight; and 2) she was loud, like really loud. As she started to build up towards orgasm, I had to clamp my hand down over her mouth to stop her from waking the whole hostel. 5 minutes in, I can feel her pussy tightening on my finger, she’s bucking her hips, and its clear she’s getting close. All of a sudden, there is a knock on the door. She runs into a side room with her clothes, and I pull on my jeans and shirt, and answer it. Standing in the doorway is this big, goofy-looking German guy who works at the hostel, laughing with a knowing look, and apologizing for having to come through the common room to get to his room. Fuck.

He goes into his room, but Maya is definitely rattled now, and despite my best efforts, makes it clear she does not want to continue. Though annoyed, I laugh it off, and insist at least on walking her back to her hostel. She agrees, and as she goes to put her clothes on, I tell her not to bother with her bra or panties, and just to wear the dress. To my surprise, she gives me a sexy little smile and agrees. Well, a body like hers covered only by a thin, skin-tight dress is a difficult thing to resist, and at various times during the 20-minute walk to her hostel, the dress was riding up as she pushed me down on a park bench and ground her bare, soaking pussy onto my crotch. I guess she changed her mind about not wanting to continue.

Somehow, we make it back to her hostel. Her room is shared, and therefore not an option, so we head for the showers. We lock the door behind us, giving us the entire common bathroom, and it’s on. In 10 seconds, our clothes are off, and I push her down onto the long shower bench, kissing my way down towards her pussy, intent to finish what I started. About 3 minutes later, I do, covering her mouth as she cums so hard, she left bite marks on my hand for days. After that, lay a towel down on the ground, thrown on a condom, and slowly, slowly, slide into her. To this day, hers was the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked. When I finally felt her open up fully, I threw her legs up on my shoulder and really gave it to her, and we slid across the shower floor until her head was propped up against the wall. After a few minutes, we switch positions, and the next 30 minutes had us fucking each other’s brains out in every positions we could think of: from behind in the shower, her on top with me on the floor, bent over the shower bench, and, a first for me, standing up with her hanging off of me. The alcohol, combined with the fact that we knew we would probably never seen each other again, meant that inhibitions were completely out the window. When I pulled her hair, she moaned; when I spanked her, she told me to hit her harder; when I slipped a finger into her ass, she exploded.

As I finally started to get close, I let her down off of me, and she quickly ripped off my condom, dropped to her knees, and started going to town on me, bobbing and stroking at the same time. I felt the familiar tingling in my balls, and asked where she wanted it. With a look that would melt steel, she said “ I you to cum all over my tits,” as she grabbed her tits, pushed them together, and bit her lip. Well, that did it, and I started to unload all over her with 10 days worth of back-up. As the first few ropes splashed over her perky B cups, she moaned and giggled, and I thought “fuck it, I’m never going to see her again,” and adjusted my aim higher. The next 4 ropes painted her neck and each cheek, while one hit dead center on her forehead. While Maya lurched back in surprise when first felt my cum hit her face, she let me finish, and laughed as the last few drops fell back onto her tits. She stayed like that, on her knees, with her face and tits covered in my cum, for a few seconds, leaving me with an image that is burned into my memory.

Afterwards, we hopped in the shower to clean up, I gave her a kiss goodbye, and headed back to my hostel. As I walked out the door, I saw Jason returning with Maya’s friend. We saw each other, laughed, high-fived, and I walked out into the Barcelona night. Jason later told me that when he walked into the hostel, Maya was sitting there in only a towel. That’s when he asked what was on her face…