Chapter 1

“Hey you”, I said a little hesitantly into the telephone.

Even though we chatted online every day and our physical relationship had progressed at whirlwind speed, I still hadn’t quite gotten used to actually hearing her voice that much.

“Hi hi”, she chirped back excitedly, her European accent quite distinct today.

You may remember my former workmate from previous stories. After an amazing one night stand in a hotel room when I was visiting Europe for a conference, we had an impromptu encore performance at her flat a few weeks ago after I was stranded in her city after a flight delay.

We parted that day with two promises. One was to let things develop without any pressure for a serious relationship. The other was that we would meet up again sometime soon, this time for a planned tryst.

And so here we were, putting together our plans for what we called “anything”. Or rather “A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G”. We had discovered that for some reason we brought out the kinkiest side in each other, whether that was pee play, butt play or whatever else took our interest in the moment. The promise we made each other was that at our next meet up, we would be open to doing “A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G” with each other.

“So are we all set for next week?”, I asked.

“Yes! My flatmate and I get to the resort on Tuesday. We have a room booked for 10 days. You’ll arrive on Friday afternoon at the same hotel, so I’ll move over to your room for the 3 nights you will be there.”, she responded.

“That’s rather presumptuous of you!”, I joked.

“Well...”, she said in a husky low tone. “I did promise you ‘anything’ after all.”

I gulped. No matter how much we talked about “anything”, it never failed to get my heart racing. The concept of “anything” just seemed so open ended and naughty.

“So what ‘anythings’ do you have planned in your bag of tricks this time?”, I asked.

She hesitated for a moment.

“I want to do the 24 hour naked thing with you this time. Just you and me, in the hotel room, doing everything naked, no clothes, no matter what”, she replied softly. “There is a small kitchenette in the room. We can make our own food so we don’t have to go out anywhere.”

I wasn’t surprised. She had mentioned this fantasy of hers multiple times before, so this was a good opportunity to make it happen for real.

“Ok, that works for me. I can think of plenty of things to do with you naked”, I responded.

“Oh God”, she whispered as she processed the possibilities. “That’s making me wet just thinking about it!”

I laughed. “Good”, I said. “We need to keep you warmed up for next week.”

She giggled. “Oh, I’ll show you warm next week!”, she replied defiantly as we said our goodbyes and hung up.

A week later, I found myself in a taxi pulling up to the hotel we were staying at in the late afternoon. The weather in Southern Europe was still fairly warm despite the quickly approaching fall season, so there were plenty of people around in shorts and bathing suits heading to and from the nearby beach. I was definitely overdressed in my usual polo and slacks, but having come off a redeye transatlantic flight followed by an intra-European connecting flight, I didn’t really care.

“arrived”, I texted her as I walked to the reception desk to check in.

“yayyyyy. we coming down”, came the immediate response.

As I checked in, the girls showed up. They were both dressed in tank tops and shorts, but thats where the similarity stopped. My friend was a good couple of inches taller that her flatmate, and had brown hair in contrast to the flatmate’s strawberry blonde.

My friend greeted me with a big hug and kiss on the lips, while the flatmate also gave me a more chaste hug and European style pecks on each cheek. They both had grins from ear to ear. Although the flatmate spoke limited English so we really hadn’t communicated much, we had a bit of history with her after she caught us both in our birthday suits in the hallway last time.

I collected my key for a room on the 3rd floor and the girls helped me carry my rollaboard bag to the elevator. “We’re in the same room, but on the 7th floor”, my friend said as we ascended.

The room was actually quite spacious. It was actually more like a suite, with a separate bedroom and living room. The living area had a couch, a coffee table and a TV. The kitchenette was against the far wall with a sink, fridge and microwave. The other side of the room had a small balcony that opened out from both the bedroom and living room. The bedroom itself was cozy enough, with a European style queen bed made up by joining two twins. The bathroom was off the bedroom and was your typical hotel bathroom, with the only notable point being a bidet next to the toilet.

It was nearing 6pm by now, so the girls suggested that we head out to a nearby restaurant for an early dinner. That suited me fine, because my body clock was messed up due to the time difference. We got a small table in a corner and I wound up seated with one girl on each side. The girls ordered a bottle of wine, and although my friend and I are not big drinkers, we had a glass each - but the flatmate more than made up for both of our reluctance.

Conversation wasn’t particularly easy during dinner due to the language barrier, but the flatmate began to become more comfortable in English as the wine flowed. She actually understood English pretty well, but her confidence in her vocabulary and accent was lacking - an inhibition that the alcohol quickly washed away.

“So what are your plans for the weekend?”, I asked as we ate.

“Oh I meet this boy yesterday”, she responded. “Tomorrow we hoook up.”

I laughed. “‘Hook Up’ has a slightly different meaning in English!”.

“I know”, she said with a grin. “I plan have sex with him. I have no had sex with boy in one quarter year.”

I nearly sputtered out the mouthful of wine I had just sipped as I turned red. The girls laughed at my discomfort and exchanged some words in their own language.

“Umm yeah, sorry”, I said as I swallowed the wine. “I guess that came a bit out of nowhere.”

My friend responded with a twinkle in her eye, the alcohol clearly getting to her a bit too.

“We are all good friends here so nothing to be shy about. And I know you have NO secrets from her after all, she has seen everything before!”.

The girls dissolved into laughter again at that remark, while I sat there with an embarrased grin on my face thinking back to our last meeting.

“So this guy,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground. “Tell us more about him?”.

She giggled again. “I meet him on Tinder first and then we meet really yesterday. He is from here and he want to try bonding.”

The girls exchanged some words in their own language again and my friend clarified quickly. “Bondage, she means. Bondage.”

I turned red again. The flatmate also turned a bit red, but with a huge grin on her face. My friend just laughed at both of our expressions.

The flatmate excused herself for a moment to use the ladies room, leaving my friend and I alone at the table. I felt a hand under the table on my thigh and I raised an eyebrow.

“I have a very naughty idea”, my friend whispered sexily.

I raised both eyebrows this time and looked at her quizzically.

She continued. “I want us to be tied to each other for our 24 hour marathon.”

My mouth turned dry again as I tried to process this.

“Uh, what do you mean tied?”

“Just lightly tied. I mean nothing like hardcore leather or the like. Just a small rope between us.”

“And you want this for us? You and me? Tied to each other? For 24 hours? Naked? In our hotel room?”, I clarified.

She nodded excitedly.

“Ok I guess”, I responded pensively. “We did agree ‘anything’.”

The flatmate returned from the ladies room and we quickly changed the subject back to more banal things as we finished eating. I picked up the tab and the three of us walked back to the hotel together.

We parted ways in the lobby, the flatmate intending to hit a club as the night was still young, while my friend was more keen to get things started in the hotel room. The flatmate gave me a big hug to thank me for dinner, but this time her kiss was to my lips rather than on my cheeks. The girls hugged as well and the flatmate said something in their language just before parting, which left her laughing and my friend turning bright red.

As we rode the elevator up, I asked my friend what they had said.

“She said something like the English phrase ‘Don’t do what I wouldn’t do’, but she changed it to say ‘Make sure you do everything I would do’.”

We exited the elevator on the 3rd floor and I opened the door to the room. We stepped inside and stood awkwardly for a second.

“Do you need anything from your room?”, I asked.

She laughed. “No, I won’t be needing anything except YOU for the next 24 hours.”

“Ok”, I said nervously. “Let’s do this then.”

She rummaged around the living room and kitchenette area for a minute and emerged triumphantly with a length of ribbon from one of the kitchenette drawers. “Our ‘bonding’”, she joked.

I stood watching her as she emptied her pockets onto the small table and pulled off her tank top. The small pile of items had her room key card, her phone, a few coins and a money clip with a few Euros and her national ID. I added my own room key card, wallet and phone to the pile.

She unhooked her bra as she turned to face me. “What are you waiting for?”, she asked as her bare breasts came free.

I gulped and pulled off my own polo, tossing it into the same pile on the floor as her tank top and bra. I kicked off my shoes and she did the same. We looked each other in the eye as we unbuttoned our respective lower clothing, pulling them down simultaneously with our underwear and tossing them on top of the other clothes on the floor.

We stood there naked, facing each other. All I had on was my watch and my socks, and all she had on was a small chain and a hair clip.

She gestured at my watch as she lifted the chain over her head. “All of it. We said absolutely nothing, no matter what, for 24 hours.” The watch, socks, chain and hair clip quickly joined the pile on the table.

I looked at her again standing naked before me and my penis began to twitch at the sight. She grinned and came up to me, throwing her arms around me and kissing me deeply as our bodies pressed together. We broke the kiss after a few seconds.

“Oh, I’ve missed this”, she breathed.

“Me too”, I replied.

She stepped back and went to pick up the ribbon. She gently tied one end around my left wrist, but struggled to tie the other end around her own right wrist.

I took the ribbon from her and started to tie. “Last chance”, I asked. “Sure we want to do this?”.

She nodded and I completed the knot. We stood there a little awkwardly, lost in our own thoughts. The ribbon kept us about 2 feet apart, meaning that we weren’t pressed up against each other, but we really couldn’t move the bound arm without the other person’s participation.

I moved my left arm gently around her waist, her right arm trailing behind it at ribbon length, and slowly pulled her into an embrace. We kissed softly as we made our way towards the couch, lying down with her on top of me as we continued to make out. Our tongues dueled slowly as we savoured the moment of physical reunion after being away from each other for so many weeks.

After around 10 minutes of this, I felt a bit of pressure on my bladder, a combination of her weight on top of me and the wine we had consumed earlier. I broke the kiss gently.

“I need to pee”, I whispered.

“Ohhh”, she said slowly, one of the ramifications of our ribbon now becoming clear. We were both still a bit embarassed by bathroom activities with each other, even though our past play had included some very intimate peeing situations. Both of us had shyly admitted a kinky interest in watersports, but hadn’t really discussed it with each other beyond that.

We walked together to the bathroom, my penis still semi-hard. I lifted the toilet seat and stood in front of it, holding my penis in my unbound right hand. I felt a slight tugging sensation on my left hand as she reached for me with her own right hand, gently replacing my hand with hers. My penis twitched slightly and she giggled.

“Relax”, she assured me.

I willed my bladder to do its thing and a few seconds later it complied. The stream was moderately strong and she squeezed me slightly as she tried to aim it properly. It splashed into the water of the toilet bowl, making a loud sound as it did so. The stream eventually turned into a drip and she released her grip. I shook it briefly, while she lowered the toilet seat and sat down herself without flushing.

She grinned up at me as she released her own stream, this one making a tinny sound as it impacted with the porcelain bowl rather than the water. I hadn’t actually watched her peeing like this before and my dick began to rise again at the kinkiness of the situation. She saw this and leaned forward to kiss it gently, and it responded as expected. Our eyes met and we just looked at each other, savouring the intimacy of the situation.

The stream stopped, ending with a couple of final squirts. She reached for the toilet paper with her right hand, dragging mine behind it as she tore off a strip. My left hand banged against the toilet bowl awkwardly as she reached behind herself to wipe.

“Oops”, she said with a grin as she stood up. “You’re gonna have to do that for me next time I guess.”

She flushed away our joint excretions as I washed my hands at the sink, dragging her own hand along with me. She splashed some water at me indignantly and I splashed some back at her, as we both began laughing. I led her to the bed and pulled her down with me, as we resumed our kissing.