I [F] let the hostel receptionist [F] eat my pussy while backpacking across Europe

I had always dreamed of backpacking through Europe, and at twenty, I finally had the chance. Something about the place just always called out to me. The history that infiltrated everything was just so beautiful, and I had a plan to make my own history.

I hadn't been a virgin for about two years at that point, but my experience in bed was limited. With a body count of 1, and that being my ex boyfriend from back in California, there was still a lot I was curious about. My plan was simple: experience each country, meet new people, and indulge in a little adventure—specifically, to fuck one stranger in every city I visited. London was my first stop, and I was determined to make it unforgettable.

I arrived at 1pm, and I was beat. The flight was the longest I had ever been in. I went straight to the hostel, where I promptly tucked myself in bed, but not before I took note of Eva, the hostel receptionist. She was about my age, beautiful, with short dark hair and fair skin, the opposite of me, with classic American my long blonde hair and tan. I knew I was bisexual, but I had never had the chance to be with a girl before. Having fish and chips one afternoon, it hit me: this was the perfect place to explore that side of me.

I spent my first few days getting adjusted to everything, trying new foods and exploring. I wasn't worried about fucking so soon, because I knew I was coming back after I had finished my circuit and I wasn't in a rush. On my third day, when I was about to leave for Paris, my flight was cancelled and rescheduled for the next day. I was in a tough spot, I had already told the hostel people that I wouldn't be there that night and now they didn't have any more free beds. I was virtually homeless in London. I figured I could go to a bar and chill there until they closed and then head straight to the airport.

I found myself at a vibrant lesbian pub. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. It was loud, but not too loud that I couldn't hear myself think. I was writing in my journal when a shadow was cast over me: it was Eva. I immediately felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering about.

"I thought you were leaving today," she said, screaming over the music.

"I was going to," I replied, with my eyes glued to hers. "But my flight was cancelled and it turns out the hostel is fully booked, so I came here to chill. I'm basically homeless for tonight."

Her eyes widened. "Poor thing! Where are you going to sleep? On the street? No, you're coming home with me. I like taking in stray dogs anyway." She said that with a smirk, so I knew she was joking.

I got to know her much better that night. She was wild, much more fun than I could've expected. We clicked instantly, sharing stories with her friends over drinks, our laughter echoing above the music. As the night wore on, the chemistry between us intensified. Eva leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered something that made me giggle uncontrollably. It wasn't long before we decided to leave the bar, her flat just a short walk away.

It was a humble little studio, her bed sitting proudly undone in the center of the room. She invited me to sit on it and brought back red wine with two glasses. If we were already tipsy before then, now we were full on drunk. I'm convinced that was the only reason I was able to open my mouth and say:

"Why haven't you kissed me yet?"

She stared at me with her mouth ajar. "I didn't know you- I mean, I didn't want to assume- Just come here." With that, she leaned in and kissed me.

Her lips were soft and her tongue tasted like wine. She slowly leaned in more, until I was laying on my back and she was on top of me, knee between my legs, tits against my tits. Unconsciously, I began humping.

"Eager, are you?" she said against my lips. Her right hand crept up from my ass to my stomach, up my shirt and under my bra, her cold fingers lightly pinching my nipple and eliciting a half-strangled moan out of me. "You're so sensitive. We're going to have so much fun together."

Our clothes came off. Her body was gorgeous, lean and lanky. She had a long neck that connected to the most prominent collarbones I have seen to this day. Her breasts sat under the framing, not huge but full. She had not shaved. The feeling of our skin touching was driving me insane and I could feel my wetness seeping into my thigh. She could feel it too, she reached down and ran a finger through the wet spot before lifting it back up and placing it into her mouth. She let off a soft moan before getting up off me and heading down.

Eva took her sweet time. She knew she had me wrapped around her finger and she wasn't going to let a second go to waste. She kissed me and licked me everywhere but the place it mattered, until her tongue finally found my swollen clit. She circled it, lapped at it, even sucked on it, which made me cry out. She didn't want me to cum yet, so she stopped and decided to lick my nipples of a while instead.

When she thought I was ready, she slowly pushed two fingers inside me and curled them up. The pressure on my g-spot combined with her wet, warm tongue on my clit meant I couldn't hold on for long. Within minutes, she had me shaking and moaning, my hands pulling her hair and grinding my pussy on her face. She started moaning too, and I looked down and saw her playing with herself. I felt bad, taking all of the pleasure and offering none back, so I suggested we tried 69, but she wasn't interested.

"Tonight is about you. It's your first time with a lady, right? I want you to masturbate to this moment for the rest of your life. You can return the favor later. Now, cum on my mouth," she diligently went back to work, fucking me with her fingers and licking my sensitive clit for what felt like hours but in reality was probably not more than 10 minutes. I cried out when I came, holding my boobs in my hands and pinching my nipples. She kept lapping at me, doing it softer every time, to really let me ride out the wave.