Lucky You, Lucky Me

So…this is a hostel, huh? It’s my first time ever staying in one. Dylan, Emily, and I have been staying in hotels for most of our journey across the UK. We’ve gotten very used to the crisp, clean aesthetic of modern, european hotels. But here, the lights are dim. The rooms are cheap. And the energy is buzzing. There’s a feeling of history in every room.

As if you can feel the presence of the hundreds of previous occupants. Dylan and Emily are still upstairs getting unpacked and settled in our shared room. I’m taking a few minutes to be by myself,

Moments alone have been quite rare on this trip. I take a seat on a sunken-in corduroy couch in the main sitting room. It’s late and there’s no one around except for a young guy dusting down the eclectic bookshelves in the back of the room.

I take a moment to just ground myself, to look around me. The walls are painted over with a series of abstract murals. Stacks of old magazines and ancient-looking travel guides line the bright orange shelves of the bookcase. The place is messy but in a good way. Like everything is a hand-me-down from generations’ past. It makes the place feel...comfortable.

I glance over at the guy who was dusting. He’s now moved on to wiping down the window sill. I like the look of intensity on his face as he cleans. He’s…actually quite attractive.

If only Dylan and Emily were here…they love to tease me about all of the little crushes I’ve had since the start of our trip abroad.

“Make yourself laugh often?”

I look up suddenly. I guess I was a little louder than I thought. Oops.

“Oh…um, I just...”

“It’s alright. A pretty woman laughing quietly to herself is nothing compared to some of the things I’ve seen.”

He stops cleaning and turns around to face me. Wow. Yes, he is definitely attractive. The curves of his face are accented by his dark beard. The thick stubble sparkling with the glint of a day spent on his feet.

“Okay. Good to know.”

“You just get in tonight?”

“Yeah. About an hour ago.”

“Where from?”

“My friends and I spent the week in Glasgow. We’re doing this whole ‘semester abroad' thing.”

He throws the rag over his shoulder and makes his way into the small make-shift kitchen off to the right. He pulls open the fridge and takes out two bottles.

“So, an American just arrived in Dublin. That means you’ve got to have a Guinness.”

“Isn’t that a little cliché?”

“Always order a Guinness. It’s not cliché if it’s morally sound.”

He comes back around from the kitchen and stands in front of the couch. He hands me the frosty long-neck, followed by a bottle opener.

“Wait. How did you know I’m an American?”

“Your accent.”

“Oh, right. Of course. It’s my first time in Ireland.”

“Oh, your first time? Well, cheers, then!”

He takes a long sip of his drink and I can’t help but watch his lips meet the bottle. They look so soft. He drops gently down onto the couch beside me.

“You picked a fine time to visit. Lots going on this month.Good time to see the Cliffs of Moher...and you can’t forget Croke Park.”

“Yeah? Thanks! That’s good to know.”

The cold beer is a welcome distraction from the warmth of his large frame sitting next to me. I can’t help but to sneak glances in his direction every few moments. The sound of his voice is just so…smooth and stimulating. I’m not really one to get nervous around guys, but I can feel my heart beating a bit quicker everytime he looks over at me.

“So, you work here, then?”

“Yep. Live-in House Manager. This’ll be my…sixth year on the job.”

“Wow, you must really love it to stick around that long!”

“Yeah, it’s quite fun. Meet a lot of interesting people. Do a lot of interesting things.”

I have a strange desire to make him see me as someone interesting, as someone worth remembering after I’m long gone from this hostel.

“Yeah, I bet. I’ve always found traveling interesting for that reason.”

His shirt rides up just slightly as he leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees. God, what is it about him that’s so intriguing? It’s more than his voice. It’s the way he holds himself with such confidence.

The way he rarely smiles and yet still emanates a gentle, but stern energy. For some reason, I can’t stop thinking about his strong hands on me...his soft lips on mine...I’m really regretting that I have to share a room with my friends tonight. Some private time for a little masturbation would be amazing...

“You, uh, were probably coming down here, looking for some time alone. That’s hard to come by in this place. I’ll leave you be.”

“Yes. I mean, no. No, no, you don’t have to leave.”

I hope that didn’t sound as desperate as I really am for his attention. There are a lot of things I want him to do right now...leaving is not one of them. For the first time since talking to him, he smiles. It’s small and it fades away quickly, but it makes my heart beat just a little faster.

“It’s uh...peaceful and private up on the roof. Good view of the stars. Want to have a look?”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

My pulse quickens even more. He’s inviting me somewhere private. Normally, I would think that means something, but maybe he invites all the guests up there...

Is he interested in me? If he is, he’s far better at hiding it than I am.

“Come on - I’ll lead the way.”

He lifts himself off the couch and turns back around to offer me his hand. I instinctively take it and he helps me to my feet. My whole body swims with desire. He’s taking me to his place where we’ll have complete and total privacy. I try to block the impending fantasies from my mind as I follow him out into the cool night air.

He was right. It’s really peaceful out here. A small studio apartment sits on one corner of the roof. An assortment of different lawn chairs and an old picnic table are nearby. The stars are fully visible, like a blanket of twinkling lights sprinkled out above.

“This is my favorite spot...”

He drops down onto a thick pile of blankets laid out near the railing. I observe him for a moment, watching his barreled chest flatten as he lies down on his back. I wonder what it would be like to feel his thick arms around me...to have his beard press up against my cheek...

I sit down beside him and our legs brush together. His black denim against my linen chinos.

“Mmm, it’s been a long day. Nice to get away from all the activity.”

“Yeah...you’re right, it’s really beautiful up here.”

Oh, god. I don’t know how much more I can stand for this. He’s so close to me…I wish I was confident enough to just…reach out and…

“Ah, there’s our good friend Orion up in the sky tonight. You see? That’s his belt there...”

I shake my head. Of course I don’t see it. I can’t concentrate on the stars right now...all I can think about is how he might taste...

“Here. I’ll show you.”

Suddenly, he reaches over and his big, warm hand curls around mine. He lifts my hand up and uses my hand as if it were his own.

“Right…there.”

He lowers our hands back down, but doesn’t pull his away. I look over at him and his gaze pierces right through me. And then, he leans forward and his lips are on mine. It’s a gentle kiss, but I feel his desire in every second of it. It’s full of yearning and need.

Oh…god, he tastes so good. His lips are so soft…and his tongue massaging mine. He pulls away just slightly.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes. Yes, it’s more than okay.”

The intensity grows between us as our lips meet once more. His left hand finds my hip. And I feel his chest pushing into mine as he positions himself on top of me. My legs tangle in his and I reach my arms behind his head, resting them on his shoulders. His hand drifts slowly down from my hip to my upper thigh. I place my lips against his neck and gently kiss and suck at his flesh.

He works his way down my blouse, slowly exposing me...button after button...until it drapes open losely at my sides. He bends forward and his teeth nibble at my earlobe...before sliding down to my collarbone.

His hands reach behind me and trace the back of my bra until he finds the clip and unhooks it. He snakes the bra underneath my shirt and tosses it aside. I pull off my shirt and my breasts are briefly exposed before his warm hands grab onto them. He feels them in his hands and pinches my nipples...

I tangle my hands in his thick mess of hair and bring his lips to mine again. God, I can't get enough. I squeeze him tighter between my thighs. My pussy is pulsing with need. He pulls away from my mouth and directs his tongue down my chin, along my chest, and to my perky, hardened nipples. He sucks on them gently, flicking them around with his tongue once...twice. Then, he bites down.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.”

I lean my head back, and his firm hands knead my tits as he sucks on my nipples...the left...and then the right.

He moves his hand to the small of my back and pulls me closer to him. His lips work their way to the waistband of my pants. His eyes lift up to reach mine with a silent question. I nod, biting my lip, and he begins to slide my pants down

My knees pull apart as he licks along my inner thigh. He presses his lips against my panties with a kiss. And oh, my, god… I want this so badly. My hands wrap tighter around the soft curls of his hair as his tongue glides across my inner thighs.

I am keenly aware that there is only a small piece of cloth separating my wetness from his lips. I shudder as he slides my panties to the side and trails his fingers through my wetness…he traces the outline of my clit...spreading my wetness around...and around.

He withdraws his hand and slowly pushes two desire-coated fingers into my mouth. I wrap my lips around them and suck. He pulls them in and out of my mouth and my tongue swirls around them

I love the taste of myself on him. He pulls my panties all the way down to my ankles and dips two fingers inside me. He pushes his fingers deep inside me, pumping softly as his lips meet mine.

He bites down on my bottom lip as he fucks me with his fingers. My body surges with white-hot pleasure as I reach out and grip something behind me. A chair leg or a metal pole, I’m not sure. He trails kisses back down my body and his lips settle onto my clit, which is throbbing and swollen, pleading for more attention. He keeps his fingers pumping in and out of me as he licks my clit.

Oh my god. Oh, fuck. I…oh, this is s good. So fucking good.

Oh my god, this feels so good…if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to cum soon. But I don’t want to cum, not yet.

I sit up and my hands push at his chest as I guide him down to the ground below me. With desperate need, I tug his t-shirt off and toss it onto the ground next to us. I cup his erect cock through his jeans and squeeze it gently in my palm as I kiss him.

I slide his pants to his feet and he pushes them off of his ankles. His cock bounces up as I pull his boxers down. I lean down and tease the tip of his cock with my lips...and I suck on his tip lightly, just for a moment

“I want you inside me. Right now.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you? That’s what you want?”

“Yes…yes. Do you have a condom? Please tell me you have a condom...”

“Yeah…here.”

He sits up and guides me back down onto the ground. Instead of lying on my back, I stay on my side and throw my leg over his hip to give him better access. He rolls the condom onto his thick, throbbing shaft. And he guides his cock forward to slowly… slowly slide inside of me.

He rolls his hips up and down…pushing his cock in and out of me...in and out…so fucking deep. It feels so good.

He wraps his hand around my breast and squeezes it, kneading it, dragging his thumb across my perky little nipple...

“Oh, how does that feel? D’you like that?”

“Ohhh, fuck! Yes, yes! Oh, I love that. Just like that”

He increases his speed, gripping onto my hips and squeezing as he slides his cock as far inside of me as he possibly can. Oh my god. Oh, god, yes!

He bends forward and lowers his lips to my nipple once again. He sucks my sensitive little skin, stifling his moans. He reaches his thumb down and finds my clit. He works that sensitive little spot over and over again…circling it… petting it…all while driving his cock so… deep…inside me.

“I…I’m getting close…I’m going to cum soon.”

“Oh, god, me too. I’m going to slow it down. I want to make this last.”

His thrusts slow…and he thrusts deep inside me…his thumb keeps playing with my clit. Around and around…as he thrusts into me over and over again. Fuck...it feels so good, oh my god.

“You like that, don’t you? You like feeling every inch of me? We’re going to cum together, yeah?”

I nod, pressing my hips against him, desperate to be closer, begging him for more. My hips buck wildly as he fucks me, his body hunches over and I watch his eyes squeeze shut. This…this is it…oh, oh god!

He rests on top of me as we both come down. We’re both panting and smiling. Letting the leftover pleasure pass over us. Slowly, he climbs off of me and rolls onto his back on the pile of blankets. We both stare up at the night sky above.

“That was…”

“...fucking amazing.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“I think I’m really going to like it here in Dublin.”

“You know, I wasn’t supposed to work tonight. Lucky me, I took the extra shift.”

“Lucky you? Lucky me.”