Denmark (the town not the country)

Denmark (the town not the country)

Back in the mid-1990s I was backpacking around the southern portion of the great state of Western Australia during a particularly wet winter. The south coast has noticeable more volatile weather conditions compared to the west. As the bus slowly made its way from Dunsborough to Albany, the clouds became darker and heavier. Turning east at Crystal Springs, the heavens opened, and my fellow travelers found themselves battling a deluge.

My destination that day was the small village of Denmark to explore the Wilson Inlet and the surrounding countryside. There was a youth hostel on the outskirts and looked walkable. However, as my backpacking journey unfolded, I began realizing how distances on maps do not translate to reality. Around 3 PM, the bus stopped and in the pouring rain, the driver retrieved by backpack. Sitting in the flooding bus stop, I retrieved clothes that were better suited to the elements before racing to the tourist bureau.

The woman I spoke to showed incredulity that I proposed walking to the hostel in such weather. I doubted my ability to get there as well. There was a motel in the village that was across the road from the bureau with rooms for $70 per night, or $210 for the duration of my stay. Consequently, I chose poorly by deciding to save $150 and stuck to my plan to stay at the hostel.

Never had a two-kilometer walk taken so long to complete. I was soaked to the skin and chilled to the bone when I arrived at the hostel. The accommodation was placed on a large rural property surrounded by eucalyptus trees. There was a main house and two dormitories off to the right. There was a worrying lack of cars or signs of life. The check-in office was locked tightly, no lights were on and there were no notices about opening times.

Shivering, my spirit fell. I had not needed to book a room since all the hostels I stayed at had vacancies when I walked in. Not believing I had the energy or will power to walk back to Denmark village, I walked over to the dormitories to see if anyone was staying there. The first block was locked and trying the door to the second, it opened, and I walked in.

In the main room was a three-seater couch directly in front of the TV, two faux-leather seats off to the left. Directly in front of me was two bedrooms containing three bunk beds in each. Off to my right was the “master” bedroom with a double, a wardrobe and a dresser. Next to it was a bathroom and kitchen. By the front door was a pot-bellied stove.

There was no-one home, and it looked as if the place had been vacant for some time judging by the dust and the ash in the fireplace. The dormitory was cold, but it was dry, and I decided to boil the kettle and brew some tea. To my surprise, the shower ran with streams of hot water. After defrosting, I retrieved the driest clothes I had left in my backpack and felt somewhat human again.

Rain pelted the roof and did not look like ending anytime soon. I walked onto the porch to search for firewood which was in a small shed to the rear of the dormitories. With some kindling and logs inside, I cleared out the fire and coached a flame which quickly took hold. With my clothes drying on the on the back of a chair that I placed in front of the stove.

As I looked for some bed linen, suddenly the front door burst open, and some disheveled mess fell through.

“Fuck me!” Screamed a female voice with a north American accent.

“Quick close the door,” I replied after feeling the chill wind suck out the little heat coming off the fire.

“Sorry,” She said and dumped her dripping backpack on the floor and latched the door shut, “Do you work here?”

I was carrying linen and blankets, so it looked, at first sight, that I worked at the hostel. After dropping them on my “master” bed, I said I was staying here but had not seen anyone running the place.

“Nor me,” She said unzipping her sodden coat, “Are we allowed to stay here?”

“I’m sure that whoever works here will collect the rent,” I said, “That’s happened in other places I’ve stayed at.”

“Cool. Did you get the fire going?” She asked moving towards its warmth, “I’m Jess, by the way.”

“Jason, nice to meet you,” I smiled and shook her proffered hand, “You should take a shower. There’s a ton of hot water.”

“Either of these bedrooms taken?” Jess asked waving a hand at the two shared rooms.

“I’ve dibbs on the ‘master’ bedroom,” I replied, “There fresh towels in the cupboard by the bathroom.”

“Great.”

Jess dragged her backpack, which was twice the size of my own and twice as wet, into the bedroom. Minutes later, she returned with fresh clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. After making my bed, I stoked the fire to increase the heat output. I would need to grab more logs.

The shower ran for an age and Jess used up all the remaining hot water. I did not blame her because of the atrocious weather. When she emerged from the bathroom, Jess was a transformed person albeit with a mop bağcılar escort of wet, curly black hair.

“Did you make the fire?”

“Uh, huh.”

“Thank you. Thank you,” She gushed as she knelt in front of the stove, “It’s a blessing meeting a man that knows his business.”

“How long are you staying?” I asked.

“Three nights.”

“Same as me,” I confirmed, “Where did you come from?”

“Albany. You?”

“Dunsborough,” I replied, “Was the weather this bad in Albany?”

“It’s been like this for a couple of days.”

“That’s where I’m going next,” I said, “Is it a nice place?”

“Yeah. There’s a good week or two to spend there.”

“Goodo.”

Little did I know that Albany would keep me in its throws for longer than that and would gift me a lot of sexual encounters. Right now, though, all that mattered was staying warm and drying my clothes.

Several hours later, and after we made our respective dinners, Jess and I sat in front of the fire. She told me about her backpacking journey. She was from Canada and had worked her way across Australia working a variety of jobs, mainly in farming but occasionally in bars where showing flesh was rewarded. The more the better.

“Let me guess, Kalgoorlie?” I asked, referencing the notorious ‘skimpies’ that serve thirsty miners, a town I was yet to visit but had known its reputation.

“There, Darwin and Cairns among others,” She laughed, “It was easy money compared to the farm work.”

I judged Jess to be in her mid to-late twenties, at least five years older than me. She was thin with a shapely figure, dark, brooding features with a pleasant face that lit up when she smiled or laughed. Despite being clad in layers of wool and denim, I easily imagined how much ogling miners would part with to see her assets. The state of WA had a strange custom where topless bar maids, or skimpies, were not allowed to show their nipples. Instead, each cherry had to be taped. Even strippers could not go full nude.

“What are your plans while here?” Jess asked me.

“Tomorrow, I planned to go to Wilson Inlet,” I said, “But if this weather doesn’t let up, I don’t know.”

“Same,” Jess smiled, “Maybe we could go together?”

“That’d be nice.”

Before going to bed, I loaded the fire with as much wood as possible to keep the place warm for as long as feasible. My bedroom was very cold and even with all the blankets in the dormitory divided between the two of us, and sleeping fully clothed, I found it difficult to sleep and subsequently felt like shit the next morning. Jess had a similar experience.

After showering which warmed me greatly, I revived the fire. The weather had not abated and the rain seemed to be falling with greater violence than the previous day. Plans to visit the inlet were quickly abandoned as Jess helped me bringing in logs and kindling from the shed, enough to the keep the fire going all day.

“I wonder if we could bring the mattress from my room and place it in front of the fire,” I speculated, “At least then we’d be warmer for longer.”

“We’ve only met and you’re asking me to get into your bed?” Jess joked, “Seriously, though, that’s not a bad idea.”

“No hanky panky, I promise!”

After moving all the furniture, we clumsily maneuvered the double mattress from the ‘master’ bedroom and placed it at the optimal distance from the now roaring fire and dumped all the blankets and pillows on it.

“You reckon anyone’s going to come for our money?” Jess asked.

“I haven’t seen any action from the house over there,” I said, “I think they’re on holiday.”

“Hopefully in some place that’s drier and warmer than here.”

It really was a strange situation we found ourselves in and it was looking likely that we would each save ourselves $60 each.

When it came to bedtime, we wrapped ourselves in the blankets like they were sleeping bags. The room was toasty warm with the fire crackling in front of us. Dreams came quickly to both of us.

During the night, however, I sensed Jess roll over and nestle into my back. She murmured something and her rhythmic breathing tickled the back of my neck. I drifted back to sleep again but then detected further movement and Jess’ arm sneak over my side. Her breathing was shallower, and she seemed to be awake, her eyes burning into the back of my head.

Next, she cuddled closer, molding her body into the contours of my own. Jess was effectively spooning me. Her hand snaked underneath my t-shirt and gently caressed my stomach. I wondered if she was cold or if she was making a pass at me. The room was colder, but I felt much warmer than the previous evening as the fire burned itself to extinction.

Jess’ caress had a predictable erotic outcome, and I felt sleep leave and the horn descend, which I tried to disguise in case she was doing this in a half-conscious state. Suddenly, Jess rolled me onto my back and in the dying amber light, I could clearly see the raw, animal bahçelievler escort lust on Jess’ sweet face. With eyes of fire, her lips descended on mine, and she kissed me hard with passion.

“I’m so fucking horny,” She panted, “Hope that’s okay?”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough,” She replied before zeroing in for another sensual kiss.

After an age of just kissing with tongues becoming acquainted, my cock was rock hard and I was ready to go but I deferred to Jess’ tempo and rhythm. Getting down and dirty was complicated since we were fully clothed and wrapped in cloying prison of heavy woolen blankets.

“Do you want to play?” I asked my sexy Canadian backpacker who exposed her tits out for money, “Let me put a log on the fire.”

By now, Jess’ chest was heaving and there was a lioness-like cunning about her. As I struggled to untangle myself and stoke the flames back to life, Jess removed layers at light speed. Once the t-shirt was tossed aside, I saw those perky nipples unconstrained by strips of tape like those dirty miners. She had a sensational body, not an ounce of fat or hair, the skin smooth and delicate to the touch.

Frustrated and dripping, Jess clumsily and roughly removed me of woolen insulation until both us her kneeling naked, our body reflecting the reinvigorated flame of the stove as we kissed passionately.

“Lie down,” Jess whispered, “I wanna suck your cock!”

“Go to town,” I replied, not sure how long I would last given that my hormones were in the red zone.

“Don’t hold back,” Jess said as she gripped my meat firmly in one hand and sunk her generous mouth down its length and her other hand cupped my hairy ball sack.

“Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed as my body spasmed.

Jess was very skilled, orally, and quickly brought me to the brink. Each time I yelled I was coming, she held back which was something she called edging. I had a foot in heaven and hell as she worked this strange voodoo magic.

“You got to let me come,” I begged as my balls turned blue.

“Depends,” She grinned evilly, “Can you recharge quickly?”

“Recharge?” I asked, unfamiliar with the term, “What does that mean?”

“Will you be able to get it up again?” Jess asked, loving her dominance and reveling in sexual confidence, “Because I want you to fuck me!”

“Pretty sure the answer is yes,” I replied, “With this gorgeous body to explore.”

“You’re such a sweetie,” Jess giggled before dropping her mouth back down to the base of my pubic bone.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I yelled as by body spasmed.

Jess used her upper body strength to pin me firmly on the mattress as I exploded in her mouth. At my early youthful self, I had never come inside a woman’s mouth. Most partners baulked at such a prospect which usually led to eruption on breasts typically.

Without flinching, Jess swallowed the entire contents of my groaning ball sack in an orgasm of sublime pleasure. I literally saw stars as I screwed my eyes tightly shut as my body was smashed with unknown sensations that scaled the heights of Mount Bliss.

With chest heaving and beads of sweat prickling my brow, I was speechless except for one word, fuck, repeatedly. Jess simply giggled as my cock deflated in her mouth.

“Giving head makes me come too,” She said as her lips smacked of my head, “The only orgasm I get without physical contact.”

“How does that work?”

“I don’t know,” Jess replied, “It’s having that total control over a man that gets me off.”

Having a man’s cock in her throat is possibly the most control a woman has, and I understood that. John Wayne Bobbit notwithstanding.

Jess kissed me and I tasted my seed on her tongue which was oddly off putting. I was instructed to go down on her which would have been my next move regardless. Jess’ assertiveness was a very attractive personality trait. Until this encounter, most partners had been younger than me and seemed to lack sexual confidence, expecting me to take the lead as if I was bestowed with some god-like experience in the bedroom arts. Truth be told, I was as clueless as the next man my age.

One thing I was good at was tongue fucking women. How or why, I was good, I could not tell you but I brought them off every time. Another first was a hairless snatch. Jess’ box was super smooth but leaking prodigiously. The aroma was intoxicating as my tongue tickled her clit and lapped up copious amounts of pussy cream.

My lips kissed her inner thighs while I explored other zones of pleasure. At one point, Jess pulled her legs back further and I invertedly, or deliberately, made contact with her back door, at which Jess exhaled a powerful moan. Signal received.

Focused attention on that dirtiest and most sacred of areas has Jess buckle and writhe while a hand smashed her engorged clit. This time it was her yelling ‘fuck’ at the top of her voice.

“Fucking kiss me!” She demanded as her body settled down.

My face şirinevler escort was covered in slime, but she did not care, grabbing me roughly by the hair and forcing her lips to mine. Jess licked and sucked on my face, slurping up every inch of filth until laying back, seemingly exhausted.

Unlike my prior boast, I was not hard, or ‘recharged’ as Jess had requested, but she seemed too far gone for anything else. So was I. This edging thing she did resulted in one of the strongest orgasms I had experienced.

“I’m sleepy,” Jess said languidly, “Let’s get some shut eye.”

This time I spooned her, and she drifted easily to sleep followed by me who cradled her lithe frame hard against my own. Meanwhile, the rain eased.

Next day, the dour weather had lightened somewhat enough that we decided to walk the few kilometers to Wilson Inlet. What sexual relations took place earlier were not directly addressed but there was a warmth about Jess. We only had one day left together. I was heading east while she was going west.

The road to the inlet was steep and challenging but there was enough tree coverage on the side of the road to keep us dry-ish in the lightening showers. Not a single car passed us in either direction, and we wondered if we were on the correct road since the inlet is a big tourist attraction.

Unsurprisingly, we were the only visitors when we finally descended the till to what was, and remains, a stunning sight, in any season. We slumped down inside a gazebo that gave us respite from the inclement weather and gazed with wonder at the heaving body of water in front of us. The scenery was stunning, and the booming waves dominated the air.

Jess sat between my legs stared out towards Nature’s beauty before grabbing her camera. Once satisfied, she craned her head back and kissed my cheek.

“Isn’t this gorgeous?”

“Very impressive,” I agreed, “Shame about the weather.”

“Nah, I disagree,” Jess gushed, “Just look at that!”

I took my own photos, and we moved up the western headland to see the focal point where the Southern Ocean meats the bottleneck of the inlet. The rollers coming up from Antarctica looked truly formidable and not for any faint-hearted seaman to navigate. I shivered looking at that swell of grey water.

“You okay?” Jess asked, as she leaned into me, forcing me against a tree with a wide canopy that shielded us from the rain, “Kiss me.”

“Was thinking about being in that mess,” I replied, pointing to the waves.

“Fucking turns me on,” Jess said, then unbuttoning her jeans, “Feel down there.”

Sure enough, Jess was leaking like a sieve. She grabbed my wrist and directed fingers into pussy.

“Oh, yeah,” She groaned as Jess pushed herself tighter into my body, “I really need to be fucked.”

“Here?”

“Here,” Jess affirmed, “But not before you use your tongue again.”

“Like that did you?”

“Fucking loved it!” She said, eyes sparkling, “Has a woman ever squirted for you?”

“Erm,” I thought, not knowing what Jess was talking about, “Is that when a woman pisses in your mouth?”

“Similar, but it’s not piss,” Jess chuckled at my naivete, “We can come like dudes.”

“Okay,” I said slowly, trying to make sense of what Jess was telling me, “My last girlfriend squirted in my mouth twice as I gave her head.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Jess smiled, her face lighting up, “You know what you’re doing down there.”

“But you wanted to squirt last night but didn’t?”

“I prefer to clear it with the guy first,” Jess laughed, further accentuating her natural beauty, “It’s a bit like coming inside a woman without announcing your intention.”

“So, you held back?”

“I would have drenched you and the bed had I done so.”

“Was that hard to do?”

“A lot of fucking willpower, sunshine!”

“I get the mattress issue,” I said, with my cock hardening significantly, “But I would have no issue with you squirting.”

“I knew you’d say that,” Jess smiled, “Because you’re a man that knows his business.”

“You said that twice since we met,” I said, “What does that mean?”

“Knowing your business?” Jess asked, “You’re a very capable guy and that is so fucking attractive.”

“I’m sure you’ve come across many capable guys.”

“Sure, and I fucked every one of them.”

“Fair enough,” I laughed.

“Does that make me a slut?” Jess asked, needling me further, “No, because there are so few capable guys.”

“Privileged, I guess,” I said with a confused look on my face, “And honored?”

“Yes, because shortly you’re going to fuck this dripping pussy,” Jess’ look was laser-precise, “And maybe something else too.”

While very inexperienced, I knew what Jess hinted at, but I said nothing as she massaged my aching cock through my damp jeans.

“But first, I want your tongue,” She raised both eyebrows, “And I’ll let you know when I’ll squirt.”

“Okay, lead the way.”

We resumed our occupancy of the gazebo nestled on the shore of the inlet. Jess sat on the bench and removed her jeans and panties then I lifted her onto the table, and she lay back and spread her legs. In the daylight, her hairless cunt was very impressive but angry red with raging passion. Like earlier, I dived in with gusto, enjoying the aroma and taste of the feast before my eyes.

“Keep going,” Jess encouraged, “I’m about to squirt.”