This is the second of two backtrack posts I'll be making after I realized that my first several stories never posted on GWS. You can find all of my stories as I post them in my Story Index, for context.

Again, to introduce myself, my name is Morgan, I'm wildly adventurous, a professional explorer, and an absolutely depraved soul. I enjoy making connections wherever I travel, so I thought I'd share a bunch of them here, starting with some very fun experiences in hostels.

This was the same weekend as my date with Grace, when I was in a hostel in a major UK city while work was being done on my flat. I actually matched with Erin before I had to leave my flat. I’d just been flipping through Feeld and suddenly, a familiar face appeared. I always get a rush when I recognize someone on a kink site, haha. 

Erin and I were in the uni climbing club together. That club, however, is massive. We’d crossed paths on the first outdoor climbing trip of the year, but even in those first weeks when you’re meeting a hundred people a day, she stood out. She was doing really amazing research, both brilliant and altruistic, but she’s also a riot. It didn’t hurt that she’s stunning, with lean muscle from climbing, blonde-red hair and shocking blue eyes. What really caught my attention though was her laugh. Have you ever seen someone laugh with such pure joy and happiness that you can’t help but develop an instant crush? 

The second time we met was at a club dance that quickly devolved into silly chaos. She was either my partner or in my group the whole night. everyone was laughing hysterically through the whole night, and I really couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Suffice it to say, after being a goofball with her both nights, I was smitten. 

As these things go, she had a partner at the time, and my partner and I were in that “do we open the relationship or just call it?” place, so the timing didn’t work out. Erin and I never really got that close outside of those two nights so there wasn’t much to drift away from—our paths just didn’t cross. We both kept up with the climbing club, but must have gone to different events. I would think of her pretty often, but I didn’t see her again…

…until I found her on Feeld. Two years later, and by total chance she happened to be in my area. I swiped right so fast, I realized afterward that I hadn’t even read her profile, haha. I wasn’t really going to leave it to chance though. I sent her a message pretty much laying out that I saw her profile, I’d held a bit of a crush on her, and would she like to get a drink (?). Turns out, she’d felt the same!

We hadn’t actually planned on meeting until the new year, but fast forward to me being in the hostel and she just messaged me out of the blue that she had the night free. Obviously, I jumped for it. We went to a neat jazz/Japanese cocktail bar and caught up. We’d never gotten a chance to really know each other, so there was loads to catch up on. It was such a good conversation, with so much energy that she actually knocked her wine glass onto me, haha. She’d travelled a bit, but was hungry for more. She wanted to wander and live abroad, maybe even in the way that I did. She’d also been edging around the kink scene, having sex with her partner at clubs, going to a few parties, but never really engaging. We also talked about our personal side, sharing little things and big conversations. For people who were attracted to each other but hadn’t had a conversation beyond research, climbing, and dancing, we just clicked really well. A lot of the conversation ended up being around relationships, and the new freedom that both of us were creating for ourselves to explore, learn, and have fun.

Eventually, I asked how she would feel if I kissed her. She liked that idea, we both really enjoyed the kiss, and then we both really wanted to find somewhere else to be. We went back to her place, and she was really embarrassed that her room was a mess, which I thought was cute as hell since our clothes would be joining hers on the floor momentarily.

Unlike a lot of encounters I’ve been having recently, this sexual tension had built up over years, and it just exploded. We couldn’t keep our hands or lips off of each other, tearing each other’s clothes off, feeling each other’s bodies against our own… just fully thriving off of that energy. 

A few things I’d learned during our conversation: 1) she was very much exploring after her first long term relationship, and wasn’t quite sure what she did and didn’t like outside of the things that she *knew* she liked, 2) she had never cum with a partner, but had no problem making herself cum over and over. All of that told me that tonight would be about exploring, trying new things, seeing how we fit together, and just going with the flow with no pressure for any outcome. Setting the challenge of making her cum would just add pressure that wouldn’t help anyone. Meanwhile, swimming in the absolute fucking sea of pleasurable brain chemicals like we were at that moment was just pure joy. 

Oh, and 3) she really likes to control her partner’s orgasms—she’s into edging. 

Back to the story! 

I couldn’t taste her pussy fast enough. She was so wet and so delicious, I absolutely lost myself for a minute. I devoured her, feeding off of this chemistry like I was possessed. After a minute, I looked up to watch her reaction, reaching my spare hand up to play with her tits and feeling her arch her back into my touch. She moaned loud when I slipped a finger inside of her. 

“Fuck, I love being fingered…” 

Noted.

I added a second finger without any problem—her pussy was so drenched and swollen, just begging for more. I got into a rhythm, circling her clit, pressing up into her g-spot, and rolling her nipple between my fingers in time. Reading how her body was responding, I slowly transitioned to kneeling above her and pressing down on her mound while fingering her, pressing hard against her g-spot. It wasn’t long until I had her clawing at the sheets and gushing in my hands.

“Have you ever squirted before?”

She laughed. God, that laugh…

“No, did I just do that?”

I nodded and bit my lip. 

“Fuck, I knew I was wet but damn. That’s embarrassing.” 

In the spirit of exploration, I checked In and made sure she was okay. We talked about squirting, what it was and wasn’t, and how it felt. After dispelling her anxiety, she admitted that it felt really good, and I volunteered to do it again. And again. Aaand again. 

Another fun thing that I learned about Erin is that she can literally keep fucking forever. (“Honestly, the only thing that keeps me from doing it all day is I’ll remember that I scheduled something and I’m probably running late”, and “It’s such a good break when you’re studying!”) Which is great and terrible, because I can too.  

Eventually, she wanted to pay me back, and was really eager to go down on me. She licked up the underside of my cock and kissed down my shaft, already making me groan. I threw my head back and noticed that her closet doors were all mirrors as well, which gave me a perfect view of what she was doing to me. By the time she took me in her mouth, I was already writhing and cursing. I’m usually pretty vocal, and she had me really moaning like crazy. We’d already talked about what I like, which is novelty and change every minute or so, and she was doing great. One minute, her lips would be sealed around my head while her hand slid over my shaft, the next she would be deepthroating me with her fingers circling the base. 

“I really like giving head,” she confessed, smiling up at me. 

Fuck yeah, she did. 

It wasn’t long until I pulled her up to kiss me. “Do you want to fuck?” The question was almost rhetorical, but I like to give people a lot of chances to slow down. Erin nodded enthusiastically while giggling. 

“Should we use a condom?” I asked. We’d already talked about testing after our last partners, and we both knew we were clean. She hesitated, in a way that said she clearly didn’t want to.

“Promise you’re clean?” She put out her pinky finger. 

“Promise,” I said, taking it in mine and completing the sacred pinky swear. 

She smiled brightly and laid down. “I’m on the coil, but just don’t cum in me.”

My cock was slick from her going down on me, and she was absolutely drenched. When I teased her, rubbing the tip of my cock against her folds while I bent over to kiss her, there was no resistance. It was like her pussy was pulling me in. 

I looked into her eyes and watched her bite her lip with nerves and anticipation. She drew me in, and I felt her smiling over every inch of my shaft. I was immediately as deep as I could possibly be. I ran my hands over her body and watched her eyes roll back, letting her grind and adjust. 

“Fuuuck,” she whispered. Then she gulped, moaned, and rolled her hips slowly. 

I slid my thumb over her clit in slow circles, gently rocking my hips into her. I could feel her dripping down my shaft when I pulled back, and the way her pussy gripped every inch of my cock. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet…” I gasped.

“You made me that wet.”

I started to pick up the pace, lifting one of her legs to my shoulder for leverage. I put more pressure on my thumb rubbing her clit, now rubbing her deeper rather than sliding over the surface. I couldn’t help but lay into her, fucking my cock as deep into her as I could, watchinng the way she writhed and grabbed the headboard.

Erin matched me thrust for thrust. We were truly fucking *each other*, and when I would take a second to catch my breath, she would arch her hips and keep fucking me. She was hungry for it, desperate to be fucked and fucked hard.

“Show me how you make yourself cum,” I smiled, replacing my hand with hers. I figured she might not cum with me, but the more I could learn about what she does, the better I could make her feel. 

“Can I use my vibrator?” She asked, with a cheeky smile. 

She grabbed her wand and pressed it to her clit, moaning deep. “Can you feel that?” 

The vibrations traveled through her body, making her entire pussy vibrate subtly around my cock. Moving it down, she pressed it to the base of my cock, making my length vibrate inside of her. We started to grind together, keeping the vibrator between us, pressed against her clit and my cock, loving the subtle shifts and slips of me inside of her.

“Fuck me from behind.” She got up on her knees, dropping her shoulders down to the bed and pressed her vibrator back to her clit. “I love doggie, I can feel it so deep inside of me this way.” 

I was happy to comply, slipping my cock back into her and watching her face while I fucked her as hard and as deep as I could from behind, I hooked my fingers around her waste and railed her with everything I had. Again, whenever I paused, she just threw her pussy back at me, taking me as much as I was taking her. I loved watching her lips cling to my shaft, and how her juices made my cock shiny.

I remembered that she’d been exploring some kinks and asked if she liked her ass played with. She whimpered and nodded, so I ran my thumb over my cock, collecting the thick pussy juice that she was covering me in, and pressed it against her asshole, earning a deep, satisfied moan. That moan continued, as I began fucking her hard again, the vibrator on her clit and my thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive ring of her ass. 

After a bit, I needed a break. I told her to stay just like she was and keep the vibrator there, then I bent down and circled my tongue around her ass, letting the soft flat of my tongue rub broad circles around her. My fingers slipped into her empty pussy, pressing down against her g-spot. To be honest, I was fucking lost in lust. 

“I want to go down on you again!” She gasped. I was so ready to devour her though. 

“Sixty-nine with me.”

I propped my head up on a pillow and wrapped my arms around her waste, gripping her ass in an iron vice, pulling her hips down to me and not letting go. Now that I had an idea of what she liked, I attacked her clit, sucking a little harder than I normally would and moaning loudly, sending vibrations into her. She was just as eager, throating my cock immediately. I felt her lips nearly at my base, slippery from her juices. Her fingers wrapped tight around the inch or so that was left, milking my slick cock into her mouth. 

“Fuck!!” I shouted after a minute of incredible torture. I could feel the pressure building in me, but I was delaying it, holding off… I pushed two fingers into Erin’s cunt and pressed hard against her g-spot, causing her arms to give out and writhe on top of me. Thank fuck! I took advantage of her being distracted and pounding her insides with my fingers, just where she needed it letting her kiss my shaft and run her fingers over me absently.

I was fairly delerius and this point, completely in a haze of lust. I had to be inside of her again. I flipped her leg over my head and asked her to ride me, but she spent an extra minute just sucking on my cock. 

“Do you like tasting yourself on me?” I smiled.

She smiled that mischievous smile again. “I like that it’s been inside of me.”

She straddled me and slid down my length, taking me deep inside of her. We both savored the feeling, grinding our bodies together, rocking my cock inside of her. Those tiny movements all up and down me… I ran my hands up her sides, over her tits, up into her hair. 

I pulled her down to me, kissing her hard, feeding all of my fucking desire into that kiss, and held her to me while I drove my hips up into her, fucking her as hard as I could. Our hips slammed together and she whimpered into me. I just needed to be as deep as possible. 

“I’m getting close.”

She sat up in my lap, grinning like a wolf, grinding hard against me, “I think you can hold on…” 

Fuck… 

She was right, I could. I held her hips still, taking deep breaths and regaining control. This was the second time I’d gotten close… 

It was all a blur now. I flipped Erin onto her back, held her knees wide apart, and lapped at her pussy. I wanted all of her, I wanted to taste her for days. I shoved my fingers into her and pressed the vibrator against her clit with my palm, rocking my entire arm into her. I slipped my cock into her and cursed at the top of my lungs. “How the fuck do you feel so good?” 

She pressed the vibrator hard against her clit, and I had to slow down again… 3…

She could see the concentration on my face, “mmm, don’t cum yet…” she smiled. 

Shivers up and down my spine. I was fully ready to explode-not just have an orgasm, but fully detonate. By entire body felt like it could barely contain the intense pressure and euphoria.

I started sliding inside of her again… fuck… 

“How do you feel about swallowing?”

She made a funny face, “not great.”

I chuckled…about as much as I could…

Erin ran her fingers up my arms and into my hair, smiling up at me. “I think you’re ready to cum…”

“You sure?”

I picked up my pace.

She bit her lip and nodded. “And actually… do you want to cum inside of me?

Those words took me right to the edge immediately.

“Are you sure??” I asked again, urgently.

She smiled and bit her lip. “I want it!”

Erin barely spoke those words before I shattered. I felt myself come undone. My entire body orgasmed, I could feel a current of energy shooting up and down my spine, over my arms and thighs. 

Erin moaned beneath me, writhing and fucking herself against me, draining everything from my cock while I pulsed over and over inside of her. 

That orgasm must have lasted a full, long thirty seconds. It felt like every pulse was its own separate orgasm rolling through me and I just kept coming. 

A few minutes later, we were cuddling and she mentioned she never thought she would fuck me, which is kind of surprising considering we had harbored a crush on each other for two years. 

To be honest, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. It was all of twenty minutes before we were attacking each other again, chatting about what we liked, how sexual we both were, how high our sex drives were and some of our experiences. 

In the morning, we woke up a bit early and had a longer, somewhat gentler session. It wasn’t quite making love, but I think we both felt real chemistry, and this was more of that than outright fucking. We showered together, had a coffee, and then she went off for class. 

I was really looking forward to spending more time with Erin. Like I said at the top, we’re both nomads, both exploring ourselves, and this wasn’t going to develop into a full-blown poly situation, but having a fwb and climbing partner in the city would have been really fun. Sadly, she texted me a few days after this and said that she’d ended up very emotionally confused and needed some time to sort herself out. It’s sad, but I’m happy that she’s taking the time and space that she needs to create a foundation for herself. Fingers crossed, she’ll reach out when she gets there. 

Comments and feedback are always welcome. :)

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