Swiped the keycard. Door beeped. Dropped my suitcase in the spacious hotel apartment. September 2023, lingering heat. Student district buzzed below: bars lit up, kids chugging beers on sidewalks. L’Etude packed just 50 meters away. Perfect anonymity—flight out tomorrow. Unpacked essentials, eyed the big living room and main bedroom. Grabbed my euphonium case, hit a local rehearsal. Back late, case on back. Spotted trio outside bar: Damien, scrawny guitarist with new case; Mathilde, fiery redhead, frizzy hair, massive tits straining tight top; Céline, cute brunette in flared skirt, slim waist. Entered for a beer. Damien clocked my case. ‘Tuba?’ ‘Euphonium.’ Ice broken. Music chat flowed. Girls chimed in. Bar closing at 11pm. ‘My place 50m away,’ I said, pointing to balcony. ‘Beers, music, out by midnight—early flight.’ They bit. Céline grabbed my elbow, ‘Go!’ Mathilde hesitated, followed.
Inside, beers opened. Tension simmered. Mathilde’s thigh pressed mine on couch. Céline shot warning glances. Damien strummed basic chords. Better than expected. Her pressure intensified. Brushed her thigh with hand back. She bolted at midnight pretext. Hugs goodbye. Céline’s kiss lingered near lips. Doorbell 30 seconds later. Her alone. ‘Don’t fuck with Mathilde—she’s virgin, scared. Pick someone who knows what she wants.’ Turned, gone.
The Layover Encounter
Next afternoon—still stopover. Showered, shaved, tight jeans, white tee. Doorbell 1:15pm. Céline solo. ‘Checking something.’ Dropped bag, jacket. Tits free under thin shirt, fuller than thought. Pinned me to wall. Unbuckled jeans. Kneeled. ‘Gonna suck you first.’ Yanked down pants, boxer. Swallowed growing cock. Aggressive deepthroat, slamming gland to throat. Rough. Pushed her off gently. ‘Slower.’ Laughed. Restarted tender: lips on head, hand stroking shaft, cheeks hollowed. Guided her head. Hands on ass, pulled deeper. Pleasure built. ‘Gonna cum.’ Muffled ‘mmh.’ Accelerated. Exploded in mouth. Swallowed. Bathroom rinse. ‘You’re respectful. First non-uni guy. Puceaus cum quick, pornos ram throats. You? Gentle. Do Mathilde right—depucelle her before some asshole.’ Explained her fears: big tits since teens, trusts no one. Deal: I seduce Mathilde, no hurting; she handles Damien.
The Intense Hookup
Doorbell. All arrived. Bises. Céline pressed tits on Damien. Jammed: my bass lines under his rock standards. Girls sang. Handed euphonium to Mathilde. Behind her, arms around, hand on belly near tit base. ‘Buzz lips, breathe from gut.’ Pouet! Progressed. She leaned back into me, tit against palm. Céline head on Damien’s shoulder, hand high on thigh. Pizzas came. Netflix. Girls sandwiched between us. Mathilde snuggled, hand on elbow. Céline urged her closer, hand unzipping Damien. Film kiss: Mathilde turned, devoured mouth. Straddled. Passionate grind. Céline same on Damien.
Céline pulled Damien up. ‘Leave them.’ Mathilde: ‘Stay.’ Knelt together. Tops off. Céline perky dark nipples. Mathilde unhooked green bra—huge pale globes, delicate. Stared. Pants down. Synced: hooked boxers, freed cocks. Céline kissed Damien’s tip. Mathilde copied mine hesitantly. ‘Like ice cream.’ Tongues licked slow. Céline stood. Skirt, thong off—dark bush. Fingered Mathilde’s red patch: ‘Soaked.’ Straddled Damien, sank on cock. ‘Your turn.’ Mathilde hovered. Touched clit, flinched, descended. Grimaced through hymen, sat full. Rode clumsy. Lifted her off gently. ‘Perfect first time.’ Céline bounced hard; Damien came quick inside. Shower call. Memories burned as I packed next dawn. Keycard dropped at desk. Taxi to airport. That layover? Epic.