Layla's First Day (Kaymala pt 8)

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi folks, back with another Kaymala story -- back to the hostel to meet a couple new characters. If you want to read this series from the start, you can find the first episode here, or the first introduction of Layla is in the previous chapter, here. This story contains nonchalent peeing and peeing during sex. There is also a mention of shibaru/bondage, though it doesn't happen within the story itself.

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Simon and Layla crunched through the snow as they followed the path up to the hostel's front door. Simon keyed in the code and the door opened, letting them through into the lovely warmth of the interior.

“Ooh, this is nice,” said Layla, shrugging off her coat. She looked around the small lobby area, taking in the wooden floor and the wood panelling on the walls.

“Olivia should be around somewhere,” Simon said. “She'll check you in.”

A voice echoed up from the kitchen. “Just making coffee.”

Not long later, Olivia emerged from the kitchen holding a tray of coffee cups. She looked as though she'd only just got out of bed, with messy hair and a baggy t-shirt. The t-shirt was all she wore; her legs, vagina and ass were all uncovered.

“Morning,” she said, smiling. “How was the airport run?”

“Not bad,” Simon said. “Found her no problem. I did think you might have got dressed by the time I got back, though.”

“Oh, you love it,” said Olivia. “And hi, you must be Layla.”

She held a hand out. Layla took it, seeming unsure where to look.

“I'll just check you in, and then I'll give you a tour,” said Olivia. “Help yourself to a coffee.”

She bent over the computer at the desk, sticking her bare ass out as she did so. Simon couldn't help reaching out and grasping one buttock. Olivia gave him a look.

“I'm working,” she said. “You can do that later. Here, take one of these coffees up to Freya, would you? We'll come join you in a bit.”

Simon obediently grabbed two coffees and carried them up to the dorm room.

Freya was the other guest the hostel currently had. She was a Kaymalan woman from a small coastal town some distance away, here to see the capital. Right now she was sat in bed, her red hair messy, her perky little tits poking out where the bedsheets had fallen away.

“Thanks,” she said. She took the coffee with one hand. The other hand stayed conspicuously under the covers, moving slowly to and fro.

“You having fun down there?” Simon asked with a grin.

“What do you think?” Freya spoke English well, though she had a definite Kaymalan accent. “If you're not doing anything, why don't you give me a hand?”

Simon shrugged and sat beside her in bed. He reached down under the covers as she leaned on his shoulder. Freya was a trans woman, and had chosen to keep her penis, although she could have had free surgery through the Kaymalan healthcare system if she'd wanted. She was hard already from her own work down there. Simon started to stroke her down there, moving slowly at first. She squirmed and closed her eyes.

“I've said it before, but you're good at this,” she said.

She took a sip of coffee, and Simon paused until she'd put the cup back down, not wanting her to spill the hot liquid on herself or him.

Simon had only been tending to her for a few minutes when the door to the room opened. Olivia came in, still half-naked, followed by Layla and her suitcase.

“And this is where you'll sleep,” said Olivia, clearly finishing off a tour. “Just you and Freya in here at the moment. I put some sheets on that bed there for you. If you need clean ones for any reason, there's some in the cupboard on the landing. Anything else you need, me and Simon have rooms on the floor above, so just come wake us up.”

Layla was staring at the bed where Freya and Simon sat. “Sorry, are you … masturbating?”

“Yes,” said Freya in a matter-of-fact voice.

Olivia laughed. “You'll get used to it. Why don't you sit down, drink your coffee?”

Layla stowed her suitcase in a cubby-hole and sat on her bed, which was just across the aisle from Freya's. Olivia took a seat on one of the spare beds.

“I'm guessing you're not from around here,” Freya said to Layla. “Where did you come from?”

As she spoke, Simon's hand continued to move back and forth along her girl dick. Layla watched the covers move in a kind of entranced way.

“Er,” she said, “from London. Not far from where Simon lives.”

“Another British,” said Freya. “I should have known from the accent. Myself, I come from a town called Vimari. It's a town in the east of Kaymala.”

“And I came from Spain,” said Olivia. “I know this place can be a lot to get used to when you first get here.”

“But once you are at home here, it's paradise,” said Freya. “By the way, if you want to have a jill, go for it. I find there's nothing like a good orgasm to unwind after a long journey.”

She ended that sentence with a gasp at a particularly strong tug from Simon.

“Thanks,” said Layla. “I'll, er, bear that in mind.”

“So, what are you planning to do while you're here, Layla?” Olivia asked.

“Er, well, I thought I'd check out the Christmas markets,” said Layla. “And maybe some museums. But apart from that I'm not sure. What do people usually do around here?”

“In winter? You're looking at it,” said Freya, her breathing getting heavier. “There's -- oh -- there's a saying here. It would translate to something like, 'Winter is the time we get to know each other better.'”

“Sex is what she's meaning,” said Olivia.

“I got that, thanks,” Layla said.

“Lots of time spent indoors, wrapped up against the cold …” Olivia went on. “People, ah, get to know their living companions quite well.”

“And not just the people they live with,” Simon added. “Inviting friends round for dinner is a big tradition here, especially in winter. If you get a chance to go to one, go -- they're quite the experience. Rather different to what you'd see at a UK dinner party.”

“But apart form that, there's a few touristy things to do,” said Olivia. “You mentioned the Christmas markets, which are always worth a visit, but I'd leave it a bit; they really get going in a week or so. We were actually planning a group trip to the museum of culture tomorrow, if you'd like to tag along? If you're interested in hill-walking, skiing, sledding, we can organise that for you. And there's a couple of spas, which are much better in winter -- sitting in the hot springs, watching the snow fall around you …”

A moan from Freya cut through the conversation as she climaxed. She took a deep breath, looking around at the faces turned towards her.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she said, still breathing heavily. “I'm done.”

Simon withdrew his hand, wiping some cum off onto the sheets. Freya snuggled closer to him, and he put his arm around her.

Layla was watching them, open-mouthed. Olivia laughed at the look on her face.

“I felt like that when I first got here,” she said.

“You seem to have got used to it,” said Layla, eyeing Olivia's bare crotch.

“Most people do. It's really an easier way to live. I've been here six years, and I don't think I could ever go back to the rest of the world.”

“What was it like when you first got here?”

“It was winter too,” said Olivia. “I honestly didn't leave the hostel for two weeks. There were two guys -- one second.”

She slid forward to the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide, and pissed onto the floor. It fountained out of her, but messily. Offshoot streams splashed her legs and soaked the edge of the bed. A huge puddle spread out on the wooden floor. Layla and Simon both lifted their legs up onto their beds out of the way.

“How much coffee did you have this morning?” asked Simon with a laugh.

“Three cups,” said Olivia, as her stream petered out. “Danger of a lazy winter's day, I drink a lot of coffee. What was I saying?”

“Two guys,” said Simon.

Olivia grabbed a corner of the bedsheet and used it to wipe down her legs and crotch.

“Yeah, two guys who ran the hostel when I arrived,” she said. “And I was the only guest. We did some experimenting. They were into shibari, you know, Japanese rope play. I spent a lot of time hanging from that light fitting.”

She gestured at the ceiling above them.

“I never knew you were into that kind of thing,” said Simon.

“I'm into lots of things,” said Olivia, with a wink. “It wasn't something I'd tried before I got here, and it was sort of a crash course on living in Kaymala. I once spent a whole afternoon hanging up there, getting fucked when I wanted and pissing on the floor when I needed.”

“You, um, seem to have liked it,” said Layla.

Olivia laughed. “You could say that. My original trip was only supposed to be two weeks, but I extended it to a month, and then two. And then one of those guys had to leave, and the owner offered me a job running the hostel, and I've been here ever since.”

“You probably won't meet the owner,” said Simon. “He's an old hippy who lives on the other side of the island, he doesn't visit very often.”

Freya stretched, saying, “I'm gonna have to get up for a second.” She got to her feet, letting the sheets fall so that she stood buck naked in front of them -- perky boobs, a fine ass, and her cock now hanging soft. She walked across the room, avoiding stepping in Olivia's puddle, and stood facing the wall. She pissed against the wall, watching it run down and pool on the floor.

“That ass looking good from this angle, Freya,” said Simon.

“Hey,” said Freya, turning slightly to face him and spraying a nearby cubby hole as she did so. “My ass looks good from every angle.”

“So Layla,” said Olivia, while the sound of Freya's piss still echoed around the room. “What made you want to come to Kaymala?”

“A few things, I guess,” said Layla, her eyes on Freya. “I kind of wanted something different, you know?”

“Different from what?” asked Freya, finishing up and shaking herself dry.

“Well, my parents are -- quite conservative,” said Layla. “When I was young I always thought I'd grow up to be like them, you know, happily married and having children. And then I moved out and went to university, and I discovered -- drink, boys, breaking the rules -- this whole other world. But now … I don't know. We finished uni, and all my friends seemed to be getting jobs, getting married, settling down. I don't want to end up there, you know? Or at least, if there's other stuff in the world besides the traditional family life, I want to experience it first.”

Freya, done pissing, came back to join them.

“You mind if I sit here?” she asked, indicating Layla's bed.

“Sure,” said Layla.

“Kaymala's certainly the place to experience more of life,” said Olivia.

“At least, in a couple of specific areas,” said Simon.

“I looked at a few places,” said Layla. “Pisuaria, Lavatria … I decided on here, at least to start with.”

“Did you tell your family you were coming here?” Simon asked.

“Course not,” said Layla. “My mum thinks I'm on a nice, innocent holiday in Stockholm right now. She'd have a fit if she knew about --”

She gestured at the puddles that Olivia and Freya had left on the floor.

“You know,” said Freya. “If you want to start your Kaymalan experience off properly, there's only one way to do it.”

She made a gesture with two fingers and her tongue.

“What -- you mean, here?” said Layla. “Now?”

“I'm up for it if you are,” said Freya, her eyes tracing Layla's curves under her jeans and t-shirt. “I don't mean to brag, but I've been told I'm very good at it.”

Layla hesitated only for a second or two. “Well, it's what I came here for,” she said. “Screw what my mum would say, right?”

She started to unbutton her jeans, glancing at Simon and Olivia. “What, are you two gonna sit there and watch?”

“We can leave if you want,” said Simon.

“Simon can do what he wants, but I'm staying,” said Olivia. “Put on a good show for us.”

Layla rolled her eyes as she pulled her jeans down, showing the triangle of hair between her legs. She lifted her legs up onto the bed and turned to face Freya.

“I've never done this with a girl before,” she said. “Nor with an audience.”

“Nothing to it,” said Freya. “Just sit back and relax.”

Layla lay back on her pillow, while Freya bent over her. She gasped as the girl's tongue went inside her.

“All right?” said Freya.

“Keep going,” said Layla. “Oh God, keep going.”

Soon Layla was writhing and moaning on the bed while Freya administered to her. Watching from the next bed, Simon slipped his hands into his trousers, feeling himself going hard. Olivia came to sit next to him, and whispered in his ear.

“I love it when the new guests make themselves at home, don't you?”

Then Olivia's hands were undoing Simon's trousers for him, and she bent over his waist as he laid back. He looked back across the aisle at Layla, who was still gasping under Freya's help. Layla met his eyes and gave an awkward laugh.

“We're a long way from home, aren't we?” she said.

“You're fitting in well here, though,” said Simon.

“Oh God, hang on,” said Layla. “I think I need to piss.”

“Too much coffee,” said Simon with a laugh.

Freya paused what she was doing and looked up at Layla. “Just go,” she said.

“What, right now?” said Layla. “But -- I'll get you.”

“Sure,” said Freya with a wink. “I'm into it.”

Layla gasped again as Freya's tongue went back inside her. “Oh -- oh -- oh God, I think I'm gonna piss --”

And then she did. It fountained up over Freya, pouring down the girl's face and chest. Freya carried on, paying no attention to the urine that was spraying all over her.

Layla moaned at the combination of relief and arousal. “Oh God, why does it feel so good? Oh -- oh!”

Words seemed to fail her as she climaxed. She shook, panted and moaned. Then, once it had passed, she lay back, gasping. Freya sat up, pulling her wet hair back out of her face.

“Is that your first time doing pee play?” she asked Layla. “I guess you found out something new about yourself already.”

“I --” Layla was still panting for breath. “I guess so. Oh, the sheets -- they're all wet --”

“Don't worry about that,” said Olivia, taking her mouth off of Simon's cock so that she could talk. “There's clean sheets in the cupboard, and if the bed's wet you can switch to one of the empty ones.”

“How did you find it?” asked Simon. “Your first time getting off in front of strangers?”

“It's -- it's liberating, isn't it?” said Layla. “Nice to just -- not have to worry about anything.”

“Oh yes,” said Simon, laying back as Olivia got to work again on his cock. “It's nice.”

[wetwulf 3,324]

Another hot chapter @BeneathMyWillow! I can tell Layla is going to enjoy Kaymala, and I can't wait to see what she experiences next! Also, I love your fun nod wink to Pisuaria and Lavatria.

Hope the next chapter "comes" soon.

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

Aaaaaaa Pisuaria got namedropped omg I'm fangirling so hard rn hshshshgsgdkdmekxbsvcjrbfjrbhcbdjcjwldjbdgd

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Thanks folks. I like to believe all three countries exist in the same world, and have good relations! 

By the way, I hope y'all are happy with the portrayal of Freya in particular, especially those who are trans (@Ms. Tito?) - I'm not a trans woman (I id as nonbinary) so I'm writing a little outside my area of knowledge, and I wouldn't want to write anything damaging. Feel free to message or reply here if there's anything that doesn't look good...

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

2 hours ago, BeneathMyWillow said:

Thanks folks. I like to believe all three countries exist in the same world, and have good relations! 

By the way, I hope y'all are happy with the portrayal of Freya in particular, especially those who are trans (@Ms. Tito?) - I'm not a trans woman (I id as nonbinary) so I'm writing a little outside my area of knowledge, and I wouldn't want to write anything damaging. Feel free to message or reply here if there's anything that doesn't look good...

Honestly, Freya is perfect. 

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

Damn. Honestly, this is my favorite chapter yet! More Freya and the other trans girl, the one with the GF... oooh, maybe they can meet and have an orgy with Simon!