A Thrilling Encounter in the Mountains

I was forced to go on a family trip to a lodge deep in the mountains of a neighboring state.
I had plans to hang out with my friends, but my parents and sister persuaded me to reluctantly join them. The lodge was incredibly old and dirty, and I thought a city hotel would have been much better, so I remained in a bad mood the whole time.
The arcade was filled with really old games, the bath was spacious but not impressive, and there were only mountains around with not even a convenience store in sight.
It was the worst.

Check-in was at 3 PM, and dinner was at 7 PM.
I took a quick bath and went to the open-air bath, but it wasn't anything special, and I got out quickly to avoid getting dizzy from a long soak. I wandered around the lodge in my yukata after the bath.
Then I passed by a middle-aged, slightly overweight man.
There was no one else around, and he was holding a newspaper with a white T-shirt peeking out from his chest, looking a bit sloppy.
Moreover, I could occasionally see something like boxers from his crotch, and I was annoyed, thinking this is why I dislike rural lodges, while I fiddled with my phone on the sofa in the lounge with the check-in counter.

Since there was no signal, I could only reread emails.

Then the man I passed by earlier sat across from me and started talking.
I responded half-heartedly, but he kept glancing at my chest and legs.
I thought he was a lecherous old man and stood up, but he followed me, asking, "Where are you going?" and "Can't we talk a bit more?" He was quite persistent.
I wished I could tell him he was annoying, but I'm not that assertive, so I just dealt with him appropriately.

However, even if I returned to my room, my annoying family would be there, and there was still a lot of time until dinner.
So, I thought it might be better to deal with the annoying but ultimately harmless old man.
Even though it was this kind of place and he was a middle-aged man, I did feel a sense of superiority that I was worth being hit on.

The man said he frequently visited this lodge and took me to various places.
He showed me places like the boiler room, which was off-limits to anyone but employees, and a storage shed behind the garden. I thought they were all strange places, but seeing the behind-the-scenes of the lodge wasn't all bad.

Soon, he started asking inappropriate questions like, "Do you have a boyfriend?" or "Have you had any intimate experiences?"

I lied and said I had a boyfriend, and when it came to intimate experiences, I said it was a "secret."

But as we walked and talked, his ulterior motives became apparent. Initially, I thought I would never want to be with such a man, but in this boring, desolate lodge, I started thinking it might be okay to do something a bit thrilling rather than waste time.

The man gradually became silent and took me around aimlessly.
Then we returned to the boiler room he first showed me, and we went inside.
I thought for a moment that this might be bad, but I was more excited than anything.
As I continued to look at the machines with curiosity, the man hugged me from behind and groped my chest.

He kept repeating, "I'm really sorry, just a little," while breathing heavily and continued to grope my chest.

At first, I resisted a little, but then I mostly pretended to resist and did nothing.
The man not only groped my chest but also pinched my nipples over the yukata, and when he couldn't resist anymore, he slipped his sweaty hand inside and groped directly.
It didn't feel like he had any technique, but I was quite excited, and by that point, I was already wet.
I wasn't wearing a bra because of the yukata.
The man slowly slipped the yukata off my shoulders and untied the sash.
It seemed like it wouldn't end at just a little, but I was excited too, and since it was my first time experiencing something like this, I was curious to see what would happen, so I decided to leave everything to the man.

The man kept repeating, "Just a little, I'm really sorry," and slipped his hand into my panties.

He played with my hair for a while, then touched my private parts directly.
I think he immediately realized I was wet.
Then he deliberately made noise while playing with my private parts, touched my clitoris, and inserted his fingers deep inside.
I couldn't stand anymore and lay down on the concrete floor.

When I spread my legs for him, the man looked like he was about to cry, his face flushed red, and he grabbed my legs to spread them further, eagerly licking my private parts.
The soft, warm sensation of his tongue felt good, and I thought no one would notice because of the boiler noise, so I moaned.
I was a bit surprised when he licked my backside, but it didn't feel bad.

After a while, the oral stopped, and just when I wondered what was happening, the man's member entered me.
It was about average size, but the situation was quite intense, so I was more excited than ever and moaned a lot.
We embraced, kissed a lot, and I moaned loudly enough to be heard outside.
The feeling of being thrust deep inside was amazing, and I climaxed several times, feeling a tingling sensation deep in my stomach.

It was unprotected, but he finished outside.
A little on my hair and the rest on the floor.
I had never been this excited before, and after that, we did it once more from behind and left the boiler room.
We walked around aimlessly in silence for a while, then went outside to a deserted parking lot and did it standing from behind.

It was a bit cold outside, so my stomach got cold, and I needed to pee. I said, "I want to go to the bathroom," but he didn't listen, so I squatted and peed in the parking lot in front of him.
The force was strong because I had been holding it and was excited.
The man said my private parts were delicious after I peed and licked them, and we did it again.

By the time dinner started, I returned to my room, had dinner with my family, and said I was going to the bath, but it was a lie, and I went to the man's room.
We had sex all night, and around 4 AM, I quietly returned to my room and slept as if nothing had happened.

Check-out was at 10 AM, so after breakfast, my family enjoyed the lodge until the last minute.
My family seemed to like the lodge, going to the bath again and taking their time buying souvenirs.
I stayed with the man until the end, having sex the whole time.
It felt like something had been unleashed, and for the last time, thinking the sperm would be thin, we made a memory by filming a video and experiencing it inside.
My first time filming was very exciting.

I exchanged mobile email addresses with the man.
We contacted each other every day for the first two months, but now we don't at all.

Female perspective intimate experience story, Original by a woman with a strong libido