1. Backpacking Adventures

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After the lockdowns finally ended and the vaccines made it around the world, I promised myself one thing, I was going to travel. Before COVID I was just going through the motions like everyone else, work, Netflix, getting drunk on the weekend and just hoping to somehow meet the love of my life along the way. But with the constant threat that the virus could come for me or somebody I loved, my mind went to dark places and I often found myself drowning in the deep, pitch black waters of depression.

The only life jacket that kept me going was the idea that when this was over, I was going to spend as much time with people as I could. As much as I hated the pandemic, at least it had opened my eyes, it showed me that people are everything, we have nothing if we don't have each other. No more fear, no more excuses, it was time to take things into my hands.

My first stop was Mexico. I needed somewhere that had sunshine, history, a different language and new foods to try. As much as I hate to admit it, I think I also chose Mexico to begin with because in case things went south, I could run back across the border to my safe, pathetic life.

I had always heard wild stories about hostels and decided that was the plan. Check into a hostel, meet other travellers like me and I guess see what happens. From the airport to the hostel was 4 hours on a bus, if you can even call it that.

It had wheels and seats but the rest was a jumble of metal, broken seatbelts and graffiti. The bus stopped outside a chic looking hostel adorned with neon signs in Spanish. I was digging the quirky vibes.

The rooms were decent, I couldn't complain. The walls were painted with an ocean theme and the beds were pretty big considering they were just bunk beds. I chose a top bunk because it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't really like the idea of a stranger sleeping above me.

As soon as my head touched the pillow, I was out. When I woke up the sun outside had been replaced with moonlight. There was a calm to the air, like the whole city was asleep except for me.

Something in the dark peaked my attention and I got the distinct feeling that there was somebody in the room with me. I strained closer to get a better look, definitely a female form. She moved into the light and I got a better look at her.

She was laying back, breathing a little heavy, her chest rising up and down in rhythm with her soft breaths. There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and down her slender neck. The moonlight illuminated her smooth thighs and I realized she wasn't wearing any trousers, just some lacy panties that hugged at her hips.

My eyes traced her arm down to her hand between her legs. She was touching herself passionately. Her eyes were clenched shut, her nose wrinkled slightly.

She was lost somewhere in her own ecstasy. She bit her lip and moaned quietly, holding back, like she didn't want to wake anybody. But there was somebody already awake, me.

I was mesmerized. I'd never seen a woman touch herself so freely. I started to panic a little.

I wasn't sure if this was okay. I didn't know if I should be watching her or not but it was impossible to turn away. She had me.

There was rhythm in her hips, riding her own hand like she was dancing to a song I couldn't hear. I should have hit her clit just at the right spot because she suddenly jolted and trapped her hand between her thighs. She arched her back and started moving her hand faster, rubbing herself with quick, small clockwise motions.

Her other hand came up and started slowly massaging her perky breasts, beginning with the left, cupping it, then grabbing it again forcefully, then sliding across to the right, tracing the breast with her hand. Her hand moved up to her mouth and for a second I thought she was stifling herself from moaning too loudly. Instead, she put two fingers in her mouth, licked them and brought them back down to her breast, rolling the nipple in between her wet fingers.

A tingle went down my spine. God, I could feel myself getting hard as rock. It's like she could feel me because suddenly her eyelids popped open and these big, beautiful eyes stared back at me.

She didn't stop touching herself. She started grinning like a child caught stealing sweets. She wanted me to watch.

She slowly reached down and took off the thin t-shirt she was wearing. Her bare breasts stared back at me, her nipples erect and pointing my way. She bent her head and lifted each boob, caressing and kissing them, sucking on the nipples.

Every moan intertwined with soft little giggles. Her hand slid slowly down to her panties. I almost stopped breathing.

I was so invested. She started to slide them down her hips, then stopped, shook her head, waved a finger at me and bit her bottom lip. Oh, she was good.

She slipped her hand back down there and started touching herself. I could see how flushed she was getting now, like a cloud of bliss forming from her chest, spreading up her neck and to her cheeks. Her mouth opened wider now.

She licked her own lips, tasting something secret to her. Her actions quickened now, like she was turned on with an audience. She opened her legs wider so I could get a better look, but her panties were blocking some of the show.

Her breath started to shudder, getting deeper and deeper. All of a sudden she stopped, frozen in euphoria, orgasming into the night. Finally she let out a muffled squeal and collapsed back, a look on her face like she was proud of her performance.

I was stunned. She deserved an encore. She winked at me and then rolled over to sleep as if nothing had happened.

I lay back in bed, my mind filled with nothing but filth and admiration. I didn't know who this woman was or why she did that for me, but I did know one thing. I had to have her.