My First Time with a Woman Was in That Bilbao Hostel

I’ve always preferred traveling in the low season. Prices are friendlier and the only drawback is that half the tourist spots are closed, but that never bothered me much. Without thinking too hard about it, I took a cheap flight from Seville to Bilbao. I was excited because, even if it wasn’t my big vacation of the year, it would be my first time setting foot in Basque country.

I traveled alone, looking for adventure. As soon as I arrived at the cheapest hostel I could find, I changed clothes. I didn’t want to waste a single minute. I wanted to meet someone who would show me the city, and the idea of being in a place where absolutely no one knew me made me feel uninhibited, capable of anything.

After putting my luggage away, I went out. I was wearing one of my favorite coats, chocolate-colored, and underneath it a short black skirt and a low-cut blouse of the same color that fit my body snugly. A tiny panty and no bra: I wanted my breasts to be free. They’re not very big, but the friction of my nipples against the fabric reminded me with every step that I had gone out to have fun, and that until they got the attention I was looking for, the hunt wasn’t over. I completed the outfit with ankle boots and a matching small bag.

I went out for coffee. It was three in the afternoon and, after walking for a while, I couldn’t find the place I had in mind. Some spots were full of families, others of large, noisy groups. I wanted to find someone interesting and flirt with them, just like that, but maybe it wasn’t the right time or the right neighborhood. The cold wind slipped in between the buttons of my coat. Frustrated, I decided I’d try again at night, in one of the clubs, dancing with whoever showed up.

I went back to the hostel and passed by the café. There were several people sitting there. The place had a couple of high counter-style tables, with just enough room for two small plates and a pair of narrow chairs facing each other, and at the back a little lounge with two sofas and a low table in the center. A man was reading intently on one of the sofas and caught my attention, but he didn’t even lift his eyes from the book.

—Don’t waste your time —a woman’s voice said suddenly.

I looked at her, surprised. I hadn’t expected anyone to notice my interest.

—Do you know him? —I asked.

She wasn’t looking at me. She was eating a slice of pizza and licking her fingers one by one. When she finished the last one, she looked up with no emotion at all.

—He’s gay —she blurted out.

I was disappointed by the news and shrugged. Even feeling uninhibited, I hadn’t managed even the tiniest flirtation. I’m not good at this, I told myself, and suddenly I was seeing myself again as that plain teenager who never drew glances. I was falling back into insecurities I thought I’d outgrown, when she interrupted my thoughts.

—Want some pizza?

I remembered I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. I wasn’t hungry, or so I thought, but the moment she asked it was as if my stomach said, “At last you remembered me.” I smiled and, shyly, thanked her, saying it wasn’t necessary. She stood up, sat down in front of me, and practically shoved it in my face.

—You haven’t had lunch, I can tell —she said, while she devoured the piece she had left.

I accepted it and started eating slowly, trying not to seem hungry. I misjudged and a drop of grease from the cheese fell onto the lapel of my coat. She quickly leaned in and brushed my hand away.

—You’re getting dirty!

Her fingers were still damp from licking them and I felt them on my skin. The movement was so abrupt and so close that for a second I thought she was going to kiss me. Far from disgusted, I noticed her light perfume and saw up close her large breasts leaning toward me. I couldn’t stop looking at them. I had never felt attracted to a woman before. I said nothing; my head was a whirl. Could I be a lesbian? When I came to myself, my eyes were still fixed on her cleavage. She noticed and smiled.

Then I felt her leg rubbing against mine. I was caught between the shock of the situation and the pleasure of discovering that I was enjoying it. I started taking her in: round face, huge eyes, a small mouth with well-defined lips. A woman in her early thirties, attractive, with wavy hair falling gracefully to one side of her face. Renata, she told me her name was. And I, without meaning to, was already imagining what it would be like to kiss a girl.

—Take off your coat before you ruin it —she ordered—. Come on, I’ll help you.

She took it off me and headed toward her room. I followed her like a child trailing after an adult, unable to stop studying her: narrow hips, firm ass, toned legs like someone who works out. I’d always been skinny, and I felt a stab of envy. I had an absurd urge to touch her ass just to know if it was natural.

***

Renata went into her cubicle, opened her luggage, and took out a little bar of soap, which she rubbed over the stain. Then she took me to the sink and I, once again, followed behind her.

—Let’s hope it hasn’t been ruined —she said.

I nodded. I was split between the new emotions shaking me and the fear of losing one of my favorite coats. And then she hugged me. It was an affectionate hug, and I felt her large breasts pressing against me. It was a warm sensation that left me frozen, not knowing what to do. Still holding me, she brushed her face against mine. I didn’t pull away. She began to give me tiny kisses on the cheek and, slowly, moved down to my lips.

I kissed her back. Her lips were much softer than any I’d kissed before. The kiss ignited my crotch and I felt myself beginning to get wet. She spoke in my ear.

—It’s your first time, isn’t it?

—Yes —I said, almost breathless.

She took my hand and led me to her bed, then drew the cubicle curtain closed so we’d have a little privacy. I was so turned on imagining that anyone could see us through the fabric, that anyone could see my body being caressed by another woman. She held me tenderly while kissing me and undressing me. She had me on the edge of the mattress and I just clung to her so I wouldn’t be left exposed at the edge of the curtain.

By the time I was down to just my panty, her fingers were brushing my clit through the fabric. I was soaking the bed. I wanted to see her breasts, I was dying to see them, but she was still dressed and I was practically naked. That feeling of being vulnerable, aroused, and on the verge of being discovered made me even hotter. I could hear footsteps in the hallway, people coming and going, and I was embarrassed, but at the same time I imagined myself on display, fucking a woman while strangers walked by a meter away.

I touched her cleavage and kneaded one of her breasts. She smiled and, with a lick over my lips, pulled them out over her blouse. At last they were within reach. I buried my face between them when she pushed my head, and I got off on being made to suck them, on breathing in the scent of her skin. She put one nipple in my mouth, took it out, gave me the other. I tried not to make noise because of the people in the hall, but she seemed not to care if we got caught.

She started making her way down my abdomen with her mouth. When she reached my panty, she simply pulled it to one side and stuck her tongue inside me, as if she were fucking me with that tiny wet tongue. I almost screamed. I had to cover my mouth with my hand while she smeared my face between my legs. It was the best oral sex of my life. She lifted my legs into the air and I felt her tongue climb all the way to my ass, a sensation no one had ever given me in my twenty-two years. I had always wanted that and never dared ask for it. Renata, without a word, licked me from top to bottom.

I stopped caring if they heard us. If they kick me out, nobody knows me in this city. I don’t know how long passed. When I felt I was about to come, she carefully slipped her fingers into my vagina and my ass, never stopping licking. The orgasm split me in two and I think I was loud, because the people outside stopped talking. For a moment I felt embarrassed, but the moment was worth every second. She sat up, licked her fingers just like she had with the pizza, and kissed me so I could taste my own flavor.

—I hope you jerk off thinking about your first time with a woman —she whispered.

—Of course —I answered. It was something to remember for the rest of my life.

***

Then someone knocked on the wall beside the bed. A woman’s voice, agitated, asked us not to be so loud. What froze me was seeing Renata throw the curtain wide open, leaving me exposed. I tried to cover myself with my legs while the other woman looked me up and down.

—It’s her first time —Renata said, amused—. She’ll definitely want to do it again.

I blushed. And then, surprise of surprises, that stranger took my hand and led me naked to her own bed, across the hallway. She drew her curtain closed and left me trapped in with her. I was about to say something, but she cut me off with a kiss and slid her fingers inside me with no preamble. She was rougher than Renata, more direct, and even so she got me hot again. All I heard was Renata saying, from far away, that she was going to shower, and I felt her leave the room without asking about me.

The new woman, who was also around thirty, worked my holes with a frantic rhythm while kissing me. She had me sucking her off —it was the first time I’d ever done that to a woman—and guided my hands to her breasts, much bigger than Renata’s. She was fuller, and I discovered that I got turned on by being smothered between her tits. Lorena, that was how she introduced herself between gasps, pulled a double toy from beneath the pillow that I had never seen before. She put a condom on it and slid it into me. It was thick and my body took it with a stab of pain, but I was so aroused that I loved it. It was obvious she knew what she was doing.

She rode on top of me, rubbing her huge breasts against mine, which beside hers looked like two lemons next to two watermelons. I had never been attracted to big breasts, but the whole situation had me out of control. The toy vibrated and I didn’t take long to have another orgasm. She came right after and made me lick her fingers. She switched to a second toy that vibrated even harder, stimulated my clit and vagina at the same time, and pressed my head against her sex so I would clean it all the way. I obeyed, soaked through, until my whole body trembled again. Afterward she put on a robe and left me alone in the bed.

When I came to myself, the two of them were gone and I had no idea where my clothes were. I peeked at the bed opposite: nothing. I got scared. I heard the room door and hid; it was people from the other beds. Those women had used me and left me naked, with nothing. Will they come back? But I was still so aroused that I grabbed one of the toys, played with myself to one last orgasm, and fell asleep.

***

Later Renata showed up. She woke me with a lick in the ear.

—Sweetheart, you’re delicious —she murmured.

I asked her about my clothes and she only laughed. I didn’t know whether to get even more turned on or angry, but how could I be angry with the woman who had given me the best blow job of my life? With a sweet expression, while stroking my clit, she told me:

—Relax. This weekend you’re ours.

And she left again. I didn’t leave the room because I could hear people in the hallway. I was stunned. I never imagined that an improvised trip would lead me to this: my first experience with a woman turned into a double initiation with two strangers. That weekend they alternated me between one bed and the other, fucked me with their toys wherever they wanted, and didn’t let me shower. They wanted me to smell of all the fluids, mine and theirs. I never thought something like that could turn me on so much, and I let myself be used completely, fascinated to be part of their game.

On Sunday night, after losing count of my orgasms, I woke up alone again. It seemed they had gone for good. Worried about my clothes, I found a note on the opposite bed: they were in the drawer under the mattress of the next bed. I had to wait until I could cross the hallway naked to open it and get dressed in clothes that smelled of two days of sex. My body ached in all my holes, they had fucked me relentlessly, they even put me to sleep with a toy inside me. And even so, while I gathered my things to finally return to my room and take a shower, I couldn’t stop smiling. It had been, by far, the best vacation of my life.