This was a quickie written when I had a few hours of free time. "Survivor" is the hottest show on American TV right now and Elisabeth is one of the babes from the show. If people like this story enough, I might write some more on the other women of the show, so please be sure to tell me if you want other stories, what type of scenario you want, and who should be next.
Finally, CBS please don't sue me - this is just fiction and I don't mean to disparage Survivor (or Ms. Filarski's) name in any way.
Glancing out the window of her three story hotel room onto the night streets of Sydney, Australia below, Elisabeth Filarski was restless. Staring at the slow moving cars as she looked out the window, the neon lights of the billboards nearby reflecting harshly onto her face, her mind was rapidly churning over the upcoming days over and over. She knew she should sleep and make sure she had plenty of energy for tomorrow, but her mind wouldn't let her body calm down and relax.
Tomorrow she was going to be thrust into "Survivor: The Australian Outback" with 15 other total strangers, all hoping to "outwit, outplay & outlast" each other for a $1 million dollar cash prize. She was going to be gone for over a month, stranded out in the middle of nowhere as she endured very little food, grueling challenges and bitter rivalries. The really eerie thing was, CBS wouldn't let the contestants speak to each other or even meet each other until they boarded the plane to head out to the mystery spot. So she could have seen every single one of them here in the hallways of the hotel and not even realized it.
"Of course, the physical stuff isn't the problem," Elisabeth thought to herself. "I just hope I can hang in there mentally,"
Elisabeth had long been in excellent shape, after four years of softball at Boston College. As she stood in the mirror, admiring her body through the navy blue silk pajamas her boyfriend Tim had given her, she flexed her biceps in the mirror in a half joking way. Lifting up the base of her shirt, she patted her firm, toned stomach. Sticking her chest out slightly, Elisabeth cupped her breasts through the soft silk feel of the bedtime clothes.
"If I win this money, the first thing I'm getting is a boob job," Elisabeth laughed to herself. Tim liked her breasts, she knew that. They were a large A cup and though they weren't much, they were very manageable and went well with her tall, lithe body.
For the umpteenth time, Elisabeth opened her knapsack and inspected what she had brought. She knew that the weather would be hot out there in the desert, she just hoped it wouldn't get too cold. All she had brought was a light jacket. Pulling out her bathing suit, she inspected it once more. She had specifically brought this little pink & white two piece so that she didn't accidentally fall out of her top around the other people, and so that the bottoms of the suit didn't ride up the crack of her ass. Laying all this clothing on the bed, Elisabeth inspected it again. She couldn't get over how much she liked the head dress she had made. Now all she could do was hope she lasted on the show long enough to show it off.
Repacking up her bag, she glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight. Of course, it felt like 12 in the afternoon, coming off of Eastern Standard Time. Pacing around the room, she sat down on the bed once more, closing her eyes as she tried to go to sleep. No luck.
Walking over to the mini-bar in her room, she used the cheap plastic key on the counter to open it up. Peeking inside, she grabbed a Snickers and two little alcohol bottles. Her last taste of chocolate and liquor for a while, she knew. The room and everything was on CBS's tab, so Elisabeth figured what the hell. Looking at the bottle she grabbed, she realized that it was a cool little Absolut bottle. Taking a long pull from it, she settled onto the bed and flipped on the television to see what Australian TV had to offer.
As Elisabeth finished the vodka and went for three more of the little bottles, her channel flicking stopped for a moment on the hotel's porn station. On the screen, a white girl was getting railed by a big, strong looking black guy while another white girl ate out the first girl's pussy.
At first Elisabeth was repulsed by this and she quickly changed the channel. Holding the remote in the air in front of her for a moment, Elisabeth realized that watching just a few seconds of the hot porn movie had really turned her on. Her skin was flushed and she felt a tingling between her legs. Taking another sip from her drink, she flipped through the short list of channels quickly, and "accidentally" stopped on the porn station again. Now the two girls were sucking the black man's dick as he rubbed it all over their faces. Elisabeth decided that the room was getting way too hot, so she unbuttoned her silk top and put it beside her on the bed.
Running one hand over and around on her chest, Elisabeth would stop occasionally to tweak and pull on her nipples. They were large and puffy, a slight pink color. With her teasing of them, they became fully aroused and Elisabeth was in bliss as she was slowly working towards orgasm.
The movie on the screen now was really heating up. One of the girls had moved beneath the man's cock and was sucking and licking his balls, while the other girl, a blond whose hair had the same dirty brown tint that Elisabeth's had, was busy deep throating the man. The black man was pulling on his cock rapidly with the girls, and was just about to blow his load.
Elisabeth was now arching her back and bouncing her small, firm ass off of the bed as she ran her hands all over her
body. She had slipped her index finger into her pants now and was busy playing with herself under her modest white cotton panties. She knew she was close to orgasm, and when she opened her eyes and looked at the television screen, the wave of pure bliss and pleasure washed completely over her body.
Elisabeth's eyes opened just in time to see the black man spray his load all over the two white girl's faces. Both girls had their mouths open to catch the cum and the blond headed girl got a nice big jet of it all over her cheek, down to her chin. This was an especially hardcore film Elisabeth noticed (she had caught her boyfriend Tim watching porn with his friends one time. The movie on now was far more explicit) because after the cum shot, the two girls began making out, smearing the man's cum into their chests and licking it from each other's faces.
Following her orgasm, Elisabeth's rocking of the bed subsided. As she laid her head back on the pillows to catch her breath, Elisabeth realized that she was far from satisfied. Kicking her pants off and pulling her panties to the floor, Elisabeth thrust two more fingers into her cunt, savoring how juicy and wet it felt inside. It had been almost three weeks since she last had sex and her body was telling her that she needed it NOW! But what was she to do? Thousands of miles away from her friends and family, in a totally different country all by herself, Elisabeth suddenly realized how lonely she was.
Now naked totally, Elisabeth stood in front of the mirror once more to admire her body, hoping it would cheer her up. Her chest was still heaving some from that first orgasmic release. She could see a small trickle of her cum trickle down the inner portion of her leg as it lazily would make it's way off of her and onto the floor. With her hands on her hips, Elisabeth continued to admire her body.
"I think I'm in pretty good shape. I just wish Tim were here so that I could jump him right now," Elisabeth thought to herself, feeling a little ashamed at how naughty she was behaving. "Hell, right now I will settle for anyone,"
Walking over to the fridge again, her feet padding along on the carpet of the modest sized room, Elisabeth was suddenly struck with an idea.
Forgetting the alcohol and heading straight to the phonebook, Elisabeth began leafing through it. Finally she found what she was looking for: ESCORT SERVICES.
Scanning the pages, most of them were for men.
"A ha! There's one! Top to Bottoms...hmm, what kind of dorky name is that?" Elisabeth muttered to herself. "Oh well, beggars can't be choosy,"
Reaching over to dial the number, Elisabeth's hands were trembling. This wasn't something she did all the time. In fact, the idea only came to her because one of her friends from college had gotten an escort one night so that they could go to a fancy party. The girl had said that it went great and the guy wasn't a problem at all. Of course, all escort services (at least in America) really are is glorified prostitution. But right now, Elisabeth didn't care. She was horny and needed a man now. As she dialed the number, she slowly slid one hand to her pussy and began to play with herself again.
"Yea, hi. I need an escort. Right now, if possible. I need him for oh...at least 2 hours. I'm at the Outback hotel, here in Sydney. Room 417," Elisabeth said into the mouth piece. The man on the other line had a deep but very sexy voice, almost like Barry White, albeit Australian.
"Is it uhh...possible to make a preference on the man you are sending?" Elisabeth asked.
"Yes, of course. What type of guy are you looking for?" the Barry White voice said.
"Oh wow, I wasn't expecting you to say yes. Uhh...brown hair, blue eyes...a nice build if possible. And he doesn't need to be too tall," Elisabeth replied, holding her breath. She really didn't know what type of man she wanted, so the first thing she could come up with was Tim, her boyfriend back at home.
.... There is more of this story ...