A Trip To Europe

I had been to Europe while I was in high school, however, my Sophomore year in college, I took a 3 week jaunt with a couple of my Sorority sisters that left an indelible mark on me. We flew into London to start the "breather" from the stress of classes back home in the States. Staying in a small hotel, we each had our own rooms here, for which I was looking forward to a long, uninterrupted shower or bath. No roommates walking into to do their business and certainly no "friends" of my roommates wanting to walk in uninvited. I was seriously fantasizing of doing nothing more than steaming myself for however long I could stand it. No thoughts nor plans to seek or have sex, with others or myself. Just the warmth of water and time by myself. Sure, the girls and I had talked about getting fed and drunk on our trip, but as the flight wore on, we all decided to just rest the first night there as we weren't expected to arrive at the hotel until 9 pm, London time. Climbing out of the taxi at the hotel, I was immediately struck by how cute (and small) the hotel was. Very rustic. Perfect in a girl-romantic way. Check in went quick and smooth and we were being escorted to our rooms by three 20-something young men. Each of us had been assigned one to carry our luggage and take us to our individual rooms by the desk concierge. I joked with mine asking him if he was my personal "footman". He chuckled and asked if we were taking any of the guided tour around London the following day. I told him no, that we only had set plans for rooms and transportation and that we didn't want any restrictions other than when we headed off to the next location we would be staying at. At that point he handed me a business card with his name and a telephone number, saying that he was off for the next couple of days starting at 11 pm. If I or my friends wanted to get an unofficial tour, give him a call. I was intrigued, he was cute, tall and had a thick Irish accent. I shortly joked, sure, give these (cards) out to all of the girls. He responded by saying no, you seem nice and are pretty as well. Hmmm. No. This must be a guys game of hitting on the foreigners that they liked. Surely, it must be I thought. Getting into my room, tipping "Ian" with what I only guessed was the proper amount, and closing the door, I headed straight to the bathroom to pee. As I peed out what seemed like a gallon, the thoughts of Ian slipped into my mind. Was he as good looking naked as he was with his clothes on? Was he good in bed? How many foreigners had he slept with? Why didn't I bring any condoms along, just in case? I ended up in a bubble bath for what seemed like a lifetime, dozing off a bit until the water felt like it was cooling. Standing up to use the shower head to rinse off and make sure that my legs and armpits didn't need a shave touch-up, I went into autopilot unintentionally and brought the shower head to my pussy. The second the water hit my lips, I remembered that I wasn't going to focus on sex or masturbation on this trip, but I caved. Why not a quick one? I decided to get myself started in the shower, get out, dry myself off and then crawl into the bed to finish myself off with my fingers. As I dried myself off as quickly as I could, my room phone rang. Damn! We had agreed not to bother each other the first night and I wanted to cum quick and sleep. Answering the phone, I was shocked to hear a thick Irish voice from Ian. My "Hello?" must have been short as he immediately apologized and asked if I was ok. Sarcastically I said that I was and in past tense. He replied that he didn't mean to interrupt me. Maybe it was the jet lag, exhaustion and sexual desire to finish what I had started, but my reply was something to the effect that I could get back to it once I was off of the phone. Silence. At least for several seconds and it jolted me to realize that I may have given my intentions away to him. Softly he asked if he could come by the room. My brain went into a panic and overload of thoughts. Some good, some bad and some downright naughty. Some other person through my mouth, using my voice and over my room phone said "yes, when?". As soon as I asked, I realized that I was that someone. Surreal to say the least. His reply "now" brought me back to my senses, sort of. I told him sure, but I need to find my bathrobe. His response was something like "never a worry", I really couldn't say to this day what he said exactly. With that he hung up the phone. I stood there hanging up the phone, naked and with my towel in the other hand. A knock on the door made my decision for myself. Fuck it, no one knows me here except for my roommates who were down the hall...and besides, they had seen me naked before. Opening the door after dropping the towel to the floor, Ian stood there in his street clothes, obviously stunned. I invited him in for which he was saying something like just how prettier I was without my clothes. I cut him short telling him bluntly that I was in the middle of masturbating (or cumming, I can't really remember the words exactly) for which he asked if he could watch. I felt my lips engorge so I was in for the fun. Sitting on the edge and without saying a word, I started rubbing my pussy as I almost always start, with the flat of my index, middle and ring fingers on the outside of my slit. Not saying a word, he opened his jeans, reached into his colored bikini type underwear and pulled out his beautiful uncircumcised cock that was hard and trapped in his underwear. By this point in my life, I had seen one other uncut cock up close, but Ians was different. His foreskin was encapsulating his glans with a full erection. As he started stroking himself, he was pushing his pants and underwear down to his ankles then started working them off his legs by trying to step out of them. Since he wasn't getting them off with that technique, I stopped rubbing myself, got onto the floor and helped him out of them. Once done, I stayed right there and picked up where I left off with myself taking in the vision before me. His cock was about 6", average thickness with light red pubic hair that was fairly thick at the base and as half as long as his erection. As he would stroke down to the base, his foreskin would only retract enough to expose only half of his glans. To this day, I haven't seen an uncut erection do that in person since. I wish I could though. I don't think it was more than 5 minutes and I started cumming. Like many guys that haven't cum first, my cum triggered his. His squirted maybe an inch or two, but it must have been 8 or so squirts before it dribbled. My orgasm was strong with me squirting onto the room's carpet. Coming down from our orgasms, we both sat down on the edge of the bed to catch our breath and start the rest of the night.