Elkie rolled over sleepily, her eyes opening to the semi-dark room. For a few moments, she couldn't think where she was. Glancing around, she could make out three sets of bunks, two across the room from her and one right next to her. Looking up, she realised that she herself was lying on the bottom bunk of yet another bunk set. With the slow realisation of someone groggily coming around from a deep sleep, Elkie remembered. It was the weekend of the half marathon and she was in her youth hostel dormitory. In the morning she would be taking part in the run. Sleepily, she reached for her phone and looked at the time - 11:30 pm. Still, hours until she needed to be up. She was used to waking up at random times of the night, but it was usually her husband Chris's snoring that did it.
This was actually the first time she'd been away from home without him or the kids for what was probably a few years, she realised. She had suggested they come, but Chris had convinced her it would be good for her to have a weekend away from the stresses of the family, even if it might feel weird. Rolling over, Elkie closed her eyes, willing herself back to sleep. A noise registered in the back of her mind, though, her ears perking up. It was someone talking. It was only faint, but it was unmistakably somebody talking. This must have been what woke her up. Listening, she realised that she could also hear the sound of water running. A shower.
Glancing over towards the small bathroom servicing her room, she noticed the thin strip of light coming from below the door. When she had booked in earlier she had been the only person in the room. Looking around the room, she now noticed a duffel bag sitting on the ground next to the bunk right next to hers, along with a small pile of what looked like men's clothes next to it. Her own bag was tucked under her bed, making her wonder whether this guy had realised he was sharing the dorm with her.
Listening more closely Elkie could definitely make out a male voice. Just at that moment, the bathroom door slid open and the silhouette of a man in a towel appeared. Expecting to be seen, Elkie closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep. A moment later the bathroom light was switched off, the glow against her eyelids disappearing.
The man spoke again.
"No no, I was expecting to have to share, but it looks like it's just me in the room."
His voice was deep, with an accent Elkie couldn't quite place. Definitely European. Possibly Italian… Or maybe Spanish.
The man laughed.
"Yes, definitely some benefits to having a room to myself," he chuckled. Then he paused, obviously listening, chuckling softly. He was on the phone.
"You know I wouldn't bring any other woman back to the room, baby," he laughed.
The voice got louder as the man drew closer to where Elkie lay. She wondered whether she should say something, but wasn't sure whether it would startle him.
In the faint light, she opened her eyes a slit. It was actually not quite as dark as she had thought, the ambient moonlight making him visible standing next to her bunk. The bunks were arranged in an L-shape pointing into the corner of the room. Elkie's bunk, though, had its head pushed right into the corner, whilst the other bunk was jutting out perpendicular to hers. Elkie's head was in the shadow cast by the top bunks from the moonlight filtering in from outside. She was confident that she was next to invisible.
Elkie tentatively opened her eyes a little more and looked the guy over. He was standing with only a towel wrapped around his torso, and Elkie couldn't help but notice that he was fit - the hint of a six-pack visible in the moonlight below a chest that obviously was no stranger to the bench press. He looked to be a few years younger than her 35 years, with a mop of dark hair slightly damp from the shower and a light stubble across his chin.
Elkie hadn't been following the conversation, realising with a blush that she'd simply been staring at the muscular torso a couple of feet away from her. Her reverie was broken, though, by a distinct change in the conversation. More quietly than before, the guy let out a low moan.
"You know I can't resist it when you talk like that," he growled.
Elkie's blush deepened, realising that the man and whoever was on the other end of the phone was talking in a more intimate way.
"Why don't you tell me what you're wearing?" The man asked into the phone, a provocative chuckle to his voice.
Again there was a pause as he apparently listened, during which time his spare hand glided across his stomach before reaching down to his crotch. Elkie's mouth went dry as she watched, transfixed - the guy's hand squeezed at the lump starting to push the front of his towel outwards. He let out a low moan into the phone.
"Mmm damn… you're making me hard here," he moaned almost imperceptibly.
"Am I touching myself?" He asked playfully. "Perhaps…"
Another squeeze.
Elkie wasn't sure what to do. It was far too late to inform the guy that she was there, but at the same time, she felt extremely uncomfortable witnessing such an intimate moment. She was frozen, staring as this stranger slowly coaxed himself to an erection.
"You want me to stroke it for you?" He asked, the same playful tone to his voice. "I think that could be arranged…"
With that, the guy's hand went to his hip, loosening the towel and allowing it to fall. It was everything Elkie could do to prevent herself from gasping as the man's now fully-erect member sprung from the confines of his towel, bouncing in front of him.
Elkie swallowed, her eyes glued to the scene as the man wrapped his free hand around the thick shaft, squeezing gently.
With a low growl, so soft it was almost at the limits of Elkie's hearing, the younger man's hand gripped and slid down the shaft, his knuckles nestling down against a large pair of balls hanging heavily in a lightly-haired sack. This had the effect of pulling his foreskin back over the fat, swollen head of his manhood.
Chris was circumcised, and Elkie wasn't even sure she had ever been with an uncircumcised man, so she found herself now staring in fascination as the stranger's long, slow strokes covered and then uncovered the glistening head as he moaned softly. The conversation between the man and his companion continued, clearly teasing and subtle dirty talk, but this was mostly lost on Elkie as she absent-mindedly found herself wondering how sensitive the man's swollen head would be. Imagining the tip of her tongue teasing the extra sensitive underside, imagining trying to coax more than a moan from his lips.
With a mixture of thrill and embarrassment, Elkie realised that this was making her aroused. Involuntarily, her thighs squeezed together, the familiar sensation of dampness tingling between her legs as her clit started to swell. The man continued his long, slow strokes, turning now to face away from the bunk and easing himself down into a sitting position up towards the head of his bed - the end butting up at right angles to Elkie's bed, meaning that he was only a couple of feet from her.
Elkie's breath caught in her throat at the closeness of this fully naked, extremely attractive man. He sat upright on the edge of the bed, legs apart as he stroked slowly, continuing to talk dirty into the phone. From Elkie's angle, his muscular back and thigh glistened, not completely dry from the shower. She found herself mesmerised by the way this man's arm muscles flexed as he slowly pleasured himself, his moans becoming more and more obvious. Even more than the muscles in his arm, though, Elkie was drawn to the way the muscles in his thigh, sitting only a foot from her, rippled with every downward stroke, and she found her thighs clenching firmly at the bottom of every stroke, her eyes flicking from thigh to bulbous cock head.
Almost without thinking, Elkie slowly slid her hand down over her quivering stomach, her legs easing apart ever so slightly, hoping that the thin white sheet would hide the movement. She held her breath, her hand creeping below the waistband of her pyjama shorts and into her panties. Allowing the tip of her middle finger to the hard nub of her clit, Elkie let her breath out slowly, making sure not to free the moan that was threatening to burst from her throat.
Slowly, her other hand reached up under her pyjama singlet, her fingers finding her already engorged nipple and pinching slightly.
Over the next minute or so, Elkie teased herself - clit and nipple - slower than she ever had. It was almost a delicious agony. Her level of arousal made her want to frantically bring herself to orgasm, but the risk of being seen or heard made that impossible, and it was both torture and ecstasy.
Once again, Elkie had not been following the conversation the man was having over the phone, but at the back of her mind she registered the words:
"I'll just get myself more comfortable, baby," he said.
With that, the man leaned away from her, reaching up to the other end of the bed and grabbing the pillow. He placed it against the wall behind him, then looked around, apparently searching for a second one. Elkie held her breath, suddenly terrified at being spotted. Without warning, his hand reached out and took hold of Elkie's sheet. He was clearly hoping to find another pillow under it. Without hesitation, he yanked the sheet from Elkie. Completely involuntarily, she let out a high-pitched squeal, making him spin around, his wide eyes registering utter surprise and a gasp escaping his lips.
Elkie was frozen, knowing full well that he could now see the way she had one hand stuffed down into her panties and one up her top. For a moment, the two of them stared at each other in shock, until the man let out a nervous laugh.
"Sorry," he said breathily to his phone companion, "I thought I saw a little mouse or something."
With that, he grinned at Elkie, regaining his composure and standing to retrieve a pillow from the bunk above before adding it to his first pillow and sitting back, right next to her. Now he leaned back onto the pillows and, to Elkie's surprise, turned towards her so that he was now within arm's reach of her and looking her over with a wolfish smile.
"Yes, of course, I want to keep going," he growled into the phone, his eyes meeting Elkie's. The smile was now gone, replaced by what she could only describe as an almost predatory lust as his hand once again found his straining organ, again peeling back the foreskin. Elkie couldn't help but drop her eyes to his manhood, her own hands taking on a life of their own and resuming their slow assault on her pulsating erogenous zones.
This did not go unnoticed by the man, and Elkie felt an intense thrill at the way his eyes lowered first to her chest, taking in the sight of her pinching and pulling at her nipple through the thin fabric and then to her crotch, seeing the slow circles her fingers were making there.
His eyes lifted again, focusing on hers, and he spoke again into the phone. His voice had dropped deeper, taking on a husky quality;
"I think it's your turn to strip off now," he murmured.
Elkie stared at him for a moment, almost unable to move.
"Yes… you," he growled, a tone of command entering his voice as his eyes bore into Elkie's.
Elkie swallowed and found herself giving a brief nod. Her wide eyes flicked from the man's face, down his rippling torso, and to his large manhood as he slowly stroked it. Removing the hand from her panties, she half sat up, taking the hem of her pyjama singlet and peeling it up over her head. Something about the way his eyes drank in the sight of her breasts, nipples jutting out, silently screaming for attention, gave her a deep thrill, and she hurriedly did the same with her pyjama shorts and panties, discarding them on the bed between them.
Settling back down onto the bed, she rolled onto her side, mirroring his position with one leg propped up and the other bent below her. She was pleased she had trimmed her pussy hair into a neat landing strip that morning as the man's eyes devoured her crotch hungrily, surely noticing the slick wetness between her swollen lips as he licked his lips. She was sure she could even smell the musky scent of her sex and wondered if he could too.
"Good girl," he purred, looking back up at her face. "Now I want you to do what I tell you…"
Again, Elkie found herself nodding, her breath now coming deep and fast in anticipation, her chest rising and falling.
"With one hand, I want you to pinch your nipples… First one then the other… Nice and hard," he began.
Elkie slowly complied, her eyes staring at him as the firmness of her pinching made her breath catch in her throat and then push out in a voiceless whimper.
"Mmm, that feels good, doesn't it?" The man smiled at her lecherously, placing a finger in front of his lips as though to remind Elkie not to make a sound.
Elkie nodded, her thumb and forefinger once again taking the first nipple between them, stretching it out towards him, and twisting. This made her whimper softly, and the man raised his eyebrow, once again reminding her to be quiet.
The man looked around for a moment, seemingly looking for something, before his eyes fell on Elkie's discarded panties between them. Taking his hand from his cock, he picked up the panties, feeling the thin material between his fingers. Opening his mouth, he mimed for Elkie to open hers. Confused, she did so and was shocked when he reached forward and stuffed her panties into her own mouth. He was gagging her! This was something new to Elkie, but something about his dominant command made her pussy tingle, making her squeeze her thighs together as the heady scent of her own arousal drenched her panties filled her nostrils.
"Good," he started, his hand again wrapping itself around his rock-hard organ pointing out towards her. "Keep pinching, and with your other hand, I want you to slip a finger up into your tight little pussy."
Elkie didn't even hesitate, her legs hinging open as her right hand found its target. Letting out a ragged breath into her damp panties, she eased one finger up into her drenched opening.