I [F] finally ate out the hostel receptionist [F] while backpacking

After a long night, Eva and I crashed hard. I think we must've slept for 12 hours. The next day, I woke up and she was a few steps away in the kitchen having orange juice.

I walked up to her. "Good morning," I said.

"Good morning," she smiled before pulling me in for a kiss. She tasted deliciously citrusy, her lips were soft and pillowy. I leaned into her kiss and she returned the intensity. Soon, her hand was grabbing my ass over my panties and we weren't just kissing anymore, our tongues were in each other's mouths and we were full blown making out.

"You know, I didn't get to return the favor yesterday," I whispered when I had the chance to breathe.

"Oh yeah?," she smiled coyly before putting one of her hands on my waist. "And you think you're ready for that?"

"Absolutely," I said, grabbing her by the hips and kissing her.

We slowly made our way onto the bed. On the way, we had taken off the shirts and undies we had slept in and now we were embracing each other's naked bodies, tits pressed together. Her hard nipples were cold against my skin.

She fell back onto the bed and opened her legs. It was show time.

I got into position and spread her unshaven lips open to get situated and was greeted by the biggest and hottest clit I have ever seen to this day. My mouth started watering at the sight, the smell was intoxicating. I leaned it and ran the very tip of my tongue all the way from the bottom of her slit to the very top, so lightly that I could barely taste her.

"You don't have to be shy," Eva purred before placing her hand on the back of my head and pushing me towards her cunt. I guess she's a top at heart. "She's can take a beating. Suck on it."

I opened my mouth and retraced the same path with my tongue, harder. This time, I could taste her juices, and it was so abundant that it created a string connecting her to me that broke and landed on my chin when I pulled away. It was delicious. I was so turned on by the sight, the smell and the taste that I didn't know how I had gone so long without eating pussy.

I dove back in immediately, testing my grounds and poking her around with my tongue to see what stuck. I licked in circles, up and down, flexed and relaxed my tongue, faster and harder, slower and sweeter. I tried my best to put my tongue inside her, but I don't think I had much success. And then, I hit the jackpot: I placed my lips in an O shape over her clit and sucked lightly.

She moaned, loudly. I did it again. Same reaction. The third time, I sucked on it and slowly twirled the tip of my relaxed tongue over her swollen nub, eliciting a moan that was not unlike a scream. Her hands grabbed my head by the hair and pulled at it. Before I knew, I was sucking her clit like I wanted to attach myself to her, slobbering everywhere, and she was riding my face and convulsing under me. Her legs started to cramp up and she was closing them involuntarily, so I pushed them open and held them down, and she thrusted and rolled her hips into my face trying to get her clit into my mouth as a response.

Even I was moaning at this point. The entire situation was so erotic I just couldn't help myself. My juices were running down my thighs as I licked and sucked on her pussy until I couldn't take it anymore and had to reach down and touch myself.

Finally, she came, collapsing under me and breathing heavily. I lifted my head away and laid down next to her, circling her nipples with my wet finger. She took notice of it and took my hand, placing the evidence of my arousal in her mouth and licking it off. That seemed to have awakened something in her, because she lifted her head and asked, "Can I have a turn now?" I nodded, excited.

She got up and opened my legs, wide, far wider than she had the night before. Then, she straddled me and slowly lowered her pussy onto mine, grinding slowly into me. The slickness of it made me gasp, and when she pulled away I could see that familiar string of girlcum connecting us. And then, she got up. I complained.

"I just like to taste myself in the pussy I eat sometimes," she explained before diving it. I was already halfway there, so she soon had me orgasming under her soft lips.

When I finally glanced at my watch after we were done, panic surged through me. I was supposed to be at the airport in less than an hour! I scrambled to get dressed, my heart racing as I rushed out the door. Eva couldn't give me a ride, so I had to get a taxi.

The airport was a blur of chaos as I dashed through security, my mind still swirling and my body still relaxed from cumming so hard. I barely made my flight to France, collapsing into my seat, breathless and exhilarated. But just as I began to settle in, a man came up and stood next to my seat, silent.

I looked up. It was a young man, maybe in his late twenties. He had tussled brown hair, a large nose and a look of perpetual boredom in his eyes. "Yes?," I said.

"Could you get up?," he said, in a thick Londoner accent. "You're blocking my way to my seat."

I mustered up the strength to move my wobbly legs and let him through. We sat next to each other in silence. I pulled my Kindle out of my backpack and heard him snort.

"What?," I asked.

"Who still uses Kindle? Everyone knows real analogue media is making a comeback."

I was shocked at his arrogance. "Well, it's more convenient. I'm backpacking, I can't bring too many books."

That started a long conversation. We talked about our travels, what we were going to do in Paris, our likes and dislikes. His name was Luke and he was actually not a bad guy. He was on a business trip, he'd be back in London by the next afternoon and he was very familiar with Paris.

Before we said goodbye, we exchanged numbers. The next day, I texted him asking for recommendations for places to visit. Luke replied, and we kept talking. Soon, we were good friends.