Bubble-Butt Style in Switzerland

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For all of you lonely travelers. Thank you for reading.
This story is inspired by real-world experiences.

Here I was, sitting on a terrace on the third floor of my Airbnb's host apartment in Switzerland. She helped me pour my third glass of wine-Amy-my 37 year old smiling Airbnb host from Scotland with whom I would stay with for the next twelve days.

As we chatted on the balcony overlooking the Swiss Alps I couldn't help but notice how much bigger I was than her. A 29 year old in my prime, I couldn't help but notice her body language. It was clear to me that she was enjoying my being with her on the the balcony. Has she been lonely? I know she doesn't have a boyfriend.

She told me about her busy and stressful work schedule and it seemed as though she could really use a release; although to be honest I could really only focus on how her hips would sway and how she would cross and recross her legs. As she continued to go on about her work I finished my fourth glass of wine - and that's when she lifted her right leg up to her chest and looked out upon the hills. I looked down and saw her completely exposed crotch with a black lace panties. As she turned to look back at me I returned my gaze to the bottom of the glass in my hand. Was that intentional? Man I could use a cigarette.

Shit I could have probably fucked her right then and there on that folding wooden wooden chair. What was peculiar is that in some way she seemed to be communicating that we were thinking the same things - that we were on the same wavelength - but it didn't seem like she was consciously choosing to do it... were we merely dancing in conversation about random subjects just to keep a deeper and more sensual conversation concealed? This of course made everything all the more engaging. At one point when I tilted my glass and finished nearly the bottle now I saw her briefly grazing her inner-thigh close to her groin and that was all I needed for confirmation: I could take charge.

I stopped really listening to what she was saying verbally and focused on her tonality. I mean, I had to listen to what she was saying to keep the game up, but soon it was like she was giving me control... like she wanted me to take the drivers seat of her will. Might I have indulged these savage desires we could have been stripping off our clothes and fucking right there and then on the balcony - but some part of me told me there was no rush, or perhaps there was a doubt and I could have been wrong about the whole thing.

I was so turned on I could only think about sucking her tits as I looked into her glasses and did my best to carry on the conversation saying, "Oh yes, American politics are simply about who has the money. It is practically the corporations which run the country. I will probably vote for Donald Trump. America needs someone who will take control and give the country back her dreams." Needless to say we continued talking that night and her body language couldn't have been more obvious: she wanted to fuck.

She kept talking on and on about her problems at work, and all the while wild thoughts were brewing in my head. I wondered what she would look like naked... what her moaning would be like before screaming from an outrageous orgasm ... a fat cock ramming her stressed-out cunt... my cock - and suddenly she abruptly stood up, ended the conversation and wished me good-night.

The next day she left for work and I walked out onto the terrace to enjoy my cup of coffee. So I rummaged through her laundry hamper and found the pair of her black panties from the night before. I locked the front door of the apartment, looked left into the living room which lead to the balcony before turning right and entering the bathroom next to the front door. Without hesitation I pulled my dick out already hard from the scent of her pussy-sweat and I beat my hard cock furiously.

I fantasized that we were right at the entrance to her apartment with Amy on her knees. My cock was buried deep within her throat and her choking-coughing-gagging-spluttering sounds and those blue eyes looking up at me. Her eyes were filled with a wild and undeniable desire to please me. Then I pulled my cock out of her mouth and lifted her small body off her knees and turned her around in the hallway. She braced her hands on the wall in front of her as I threw her against the wall.

She grunted as she stuck out her ass and waited expectantly... impatiently... her hips swayed and buckled as she moaned when I plunged my raging erection deep inside of her cunt without warning and she groaned and moaned my name. I grabbed her hips and savagely thrust inwards - her cries syncopated with the and slapping of my groin into her hers. There was no doubt the neighbors would be able to hear all the noise, but that wouldn't stop me. After a few moments of this fantasy I was already bored and then I imagined a tight little pink asshole and said, "Bend down and grab your ankles. Now."

By now I was coming close to my masturbation session with my cock covered with gooey saliva when all of a sudden I heard the apartment door unlocking.

"Oh, shit," I said, unknowingly beating myself off faster, "oh shit," I groaned as I started to come. I had left the of the bathroom wide-open and with her panties in my face I was cumming so hard I couldn't stop groaning and she said,

"Hello I'm back!" and my response was a muffled groan.

"Hello? John are you here?" she asked.

I could hear here walking down the hallway closer to the bathroom. Still quivering from the powerful orgasm I threw my body over to the door to pull it closed, but as I did the panties in my hand became stuck in the door.

"FUCK," I said. What do I say now? Those are undeniably her black panties.

"John? are you in there?" she asked.

"UHM, yes just a minute!" I said, lying on the floor... stupidly hoping that she didn't notice the panties.

"I'm home from work early today," she said. After a pause that seemed to last an eternity she said, "I will be doing some stretching and a Pilates/yoga program in the lounge tonight so I hope you didn't plan on watching TV."

"OH, right!" I said in an exasperated hurry, "Sounds good!"

"Are you alright? It sounds like you're out of breath," she said,"John? Oh, what's this?" ... I froze.

No one said anything for a moment, but then I heard her shuffling away back down the hall. Needless to say I felt ashamed and absurd... How the fuck did her panties get in the way? I should just come clean with her and talk her about it. Fuck it. Fuck it. God damn it. I debated what to do I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen making lots of noise, and in a few moments I summoned the courage to clean up the mess I had made with my cum and open the door and retreated to my room, just further down the hall. I logged into facebook to take my mind off of everything - off the gross embarrassment I was feeling.

About half an hour later a voice with really loud volume echoes loudly from the TV from the living room. It was the Pilates instructor.

"We're going to start today with some simple stretches," the loud voice echoed again down the hallway.

I perked my head up and thought about Amy in a Pilates outfit. My cock twitched. I looked down and saw it flipped up and straight.

The loud voice of the instructor called again, "Get your arms locked in tight, that's right ladies, press those shoulders in and... reverse, let's take it into the next pose."

I stood up and started playing with myself a little bit. After a few minutes of walking around the room massaging my balls I decided to open the door to the hallway.

The voice echoed again, "Push up, up, down, down, really work your chest, work your arms that's it, feel your core."

I quietly approached the living room and when I peered around the corner I could only see the feet of Amy facing down on her mat and hear her soft panting and light groaning from the exercise. My feet felt cold on the tiled floor even though I was wearing socks as I moved closer into the living room. I was thankful for those socks because I could approach silently.

"Feel that stretch. Feel the flow going through you body," the instructors voice, and as I entered the living room I started in shock. There was Amy, in one of the most revealing workout outfits I had ever seen. Her toned ass was only covered by what looked like a thong I stared at her toned legs as they made scissor kicks. She had no idea I was there behind her watching. The next thing I knew I had my hand in my pants and couldn't help but to grab my groin and massage myself over my basketball shorts. I was hard again in a second.

"Hands down at your side, inhale, push it, exhale, very good," the instructor said, "you're gonna arch that core upwards."

My eyes worked their way up to her hips and up to her shoulders; every inch of her body was toned and her skin looked as smooth as silk as she rested on her gray mat upon the white tile floor.

"Hold it, let's breathe: inhale, exhale... great job, side-to-side, and now let's stand up and stretch those quads," the voice came again, and as Amy made the motions to stand up I hid myself around the corner of the wall.

Before me was a large, framed picture of what I thought was her mother and sister in front of me. I kept watching Amy through the reflection of the glass. When I saw that she turned to face the TV again I looked again around the corner.

"Now all we're going to do is reach out, and down. Grab those ankles. Exhale down, very good," the voice came.

As Amy bent over to grab her legs my cock gave a stir. Shit. I am fucking rock hard. She was perfectly bent over with those nice lines running from the spheres of her ass down her thighs and down to her sculpted calves... even her feet were beautiful... and she was just there, grabbing her ankles wearing only a silver thong.

"We're going to keep persisting because we want nice legs, don't we?" came from the instructor again, "Good job, 3, 2, 1, and down, verrry good."

Then Amy started to let out little grunts which turned into soft moans. Her ass was wiggling from side to side, and then I saw the unexpected: She had worked her hand underneath her inner thigh towards and her fingers rested close to her groin, and she pushed her ass out further.

"I really, really need you to stretch out those legs," the instructor said, "very good, now push out with your butt. You're doing great keep it up," said the instructor again.

In a few minutes Amy slowly started to gently caress her ass. Her soft moaning became louder and louder as the workout became more intense. My stomach tightened and my rock-hard erection was lifting my shorts completely.

"You gotta support the branches, booty booty booty," came the instructor's voice through her slightly exasperated breathing, "That's it. Now... we're doing the bubble-butt-style."

As Amy leaned down and began to turn around I quickly turned around the corner again. Shit man, what I am doing. In the reflection of the picture-frame-mirror I saw her sweaty hair sticking to her slightly contorted, but pleasured face. She pushed her face into the workout mat and lifted her ass into the air, her hand racing back and forth beneath her.

"Oh," she groaned, "Fuck me," she said as a moan escaped her, "fuck me fill my pussy."

I couldn't take it. I pulled out my cock and spit on it and started pumping away. The next moment she turned and faced the TV again, the loud voice of the instructor dominating the room.

When I turned around the corner again and entered the living room such a force hit me that the as I look upon her there on the ground with her juicy fingers in her pussy - something in me snapped. As if in a dream I quietly entered the living room and approached her from behind - my feet sliding silently over the floor with my cotton socks. She had no idea I was there, and quite frankly I couldn't have cared less if in that moment she had turned around. I mechanically lowered my knees down and onto her gray mat without a sound. The loud voice of the instructor was mixed with her moaning, and I could see her fingers pushed all the way into her pussy. I pulled my shorts down and my throbbing cock popped out.

"Don't give me any half-ways here," the instructor said, "Pay attention."

And to my surprise Amy drew her hand from her pussy to spit into it before shoving two fingers into her tight little asshole.

I just was there, frozen, paralyzed by what was happening before me. I couldn't move but I can tell you my cock had never been so hard, and I had never seen it bigger. The bulging head of my was just inches away from her pussy.

"Work the hamstring, and, booty booty booty, pay attention!" the instructor said, "don't give me any excuses, and push back with your butt, and.. relax."

Without warning, Amy followed the command of the Pilates instructor and her dripping cunt slid right onto my cock. Simultaneously, I instinctively thrust forward and in that instant a great shock erupted in the room. She cried out and instinctively pulled her hips away but it was also a secondary instinct of mine to grab her hips and pull back, which sent my cock down right to the hilt of her ass and her cry of shock instantly transformed into a deep moan.

"o-o-oh, wha-t-t the fuck? wha-"

And with her hips in my hands I furiously began pumping again.

"Wha-t-t J-j-ohn," she moaned, "What ar-e-e-e, fuck! do-i-i-i-n-g."

She tried to raise her back up but I pushed on her lower back and she instinctively submitted which sent my cock deep within her again and she moaned even louder.

"I'm giving, you, what you want" I said between thrusts. "Who does, Pilates and, masturbates when you know, I am here?"

"O-oohh," she said, and moaned with such pleasure and finally relented, "F-f-fuck m-e-e- J-oh-oh-ohn."

And I pounded her good and hard and stopped only to catch my breath.

"Don't let me down, very good, reach it," the instructor said.

And with those encouraging words I pulled my cock out of her slit and plowed into her ass without warning, right into her tight little pink asshole. She groaned and I felt her give way. There was no resistance left from her. She was mine.

I slapped her perfect sweaty ass and pummeled her. After a minute I stood up in a squat position and pushed my raging rod as deep as it would go. God she's tight. She partially screamed with pleasure and moaned all the more. I felt her ass constricting and massaging my dick.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was going to cum soon.

"You gotta support the glutes, booty boot-" the instructor said.

"Fuck me John," interrupted Amy.

"...booty" came again the voice of the instructor.

And our sweaty bodies slapped together, and it was all happening now.

She started saying "Oh sh-i-t."

"Fu-uh-uh-ck you're tight," I said.

"I'm going to cu-MMMM, Jo-HN-HN-HN-HN," she wailed uncontrollably.

And as she climaxed her entire body quivered and began to convulse and I felt everything going crazy inside of her on my cock. Then I found the spot: we collided perfectly and I went over the edge. We were both climaxing and didn't fucking care how loud we were. The neighbors started banging on the wall.

"Well, great work guys," the instructors voice came again.

I kept cumming into her tight ass pushing my hips as far as they would go. I felt like a King.

We collapsed onto the floor and breathed heavily just staring at the ceiling.

"...Thank's for watching everyone, and see you next time for 'Bubble-Butt-Style'," came the instructors voice.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
People are bother by Trump Im bothered by the near rape.

Out of nowhere he just fucks her, her reaction is what the fuck are you doing, his reasoning is, "I'm giving, you, what you want." Yeah regardless if I am going to fuck someone without consent, saying I just gave her what she wanted does not seem like a good enough reason to force myself on someone for no reason.

AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
Trump!??!! Really?!!

I stopped reading after that. Way to kill the mood!

AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
this is great

Wow you guys are mean about the trump comment. Yes it was terrible and has to go (just take it out now, you killed an otherwise awesome story) but this story was great. Very sexy and the pilates thing was just genius - really added to the sexiness of it. I loved it. Well done! Off to shag my husband now.

AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
Yeccch!

"I will probably vote for Trump" : absolutely the best way to ruin the mood, young man.

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