Well, English is the International language and every foreign girl loves to practice on us. It's a fuckin joke babe. Sweden must be the happiest place on earth because every super hot girl we meet is from there. Their broken English is almost more enchanting than their perfect skin and blissful eyes. The vast majority come from small towns, so they're down to earth, open, and happy in a natural way; their voices are kind and smooth; their personalities are just plain cool. Their language is intriguing. I'm now ardently looking for a lame Swedish girl because I don't think she exists. Sorta glad our group left us, I was starting to fall for one of 'em. She was amazing in all sorts of ways.
Throughout our RV tour, her and I never got serious. She was sick most of the time, and privacy is sort of a challenge when you're living in a car with 5 other people. In retrospect, we should of just found a spot outside but whatever.
*sidenote: Hostels are big dormatories. Each room sleeps anywhere from 4 – 28 people in bunks. In addition, many hostels have single suites available for a considerable spike in price.
In Auckland, the night before she left, I upgraded to a single suite for us. I checked it out that afternoon. It was porn status. Top floor with a big window; the view was an old brick wall, but it was raining all day and night so I knew we'd have a beautiful soundtrack. The ensuite bathroom (which is a HUGE luxury in budget travel) was just one big room. No shower curtains or anything, just a shower faucet on the wall. The mere sight of that shower was a turn on, as if there was a neon red sign over it commanding “Fuck Here.” The bed was also a joke. King size with a twin size bunk above the head, providing bars and supports for all sorts of crazy positions. I just fell onto the bed and laughed for about 10 minutes.
That evening, our group went out to dinner and raged at an electro club. At midnight, I whispered to her that I upgraded my room. She grew excited and we jumped into a cab. Rushing to the room was like those scenes in romance movies when a couple blasts though the door kissing and banging into things and knocking stuff over. In got powerful in the elevator. We arrived at the top floor and bolted to the room like lovers. I spun her around at the entrance. Our tounges melted into one. I grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head, gently pressing them against the warm red door. Her hips began to girate. I nibbled her neck as I swiped the key card. We stumbled onto the bed and our clothes blew off. The rain was playing it's sweet sweet song.
Wow, so that was my first time writing sensual stuff. I'm blushing, sorta chuckling to myself.
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