TheSolemnOne
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Hostel Takeover
Tiffany had been backpacking across Europe for over a month. The last stop on her trip was the Netherlands, where she would spend the next few days before flying back to the states. She found a nice hostel outside of Amsterdam with single-sex accommodations, laundry facilities, and an airport shuttle. Tiffany arrived at the hostel and was greeted by the caretaker. She found an available bed in one of the rooms and prepared to wash her clothes. The hostel provided hampers to haul clothes to the laundry room, so Tiffany dumped her backpack into one of the empty bins and started heading to the laundry room.
Tiffany unloaded her clean clothes onto the bed and re-packed her bag, leaving out clothes for the next day and her trip back. As she reached into the hamper to grab her last sock, she lost her balance and tumbled into the hamper. Her 5'1 frame folded into the hamper, leaving just her size 9 sneakers sticking out the top. She stared at the ceiling, hoping that someone would come along and help her get out.
The sunlight disappeared from the room and Tiffany started to wonder if anyone would find her. Suddenly, she heard the door open and a woman's voice. She breathed a sigh of relief as the woman approach the hamper.
Woman: "Hey, are you okay?"
Tiffany: "I fell in the hamper as I was trying to fold my clothes. Can you help me out?"
Woman: "Sure. Give me a second."
The woman peered at Tiffany's sneakers sticking out of the top of the hamper and her beautiful mocha legs. The woman, Carrie, already had a room of her own but heard Tiffany's cries for help in the hallway. Carrie had just arrived from France and the caretaker told her that there was only one other person staying in the hostel for the night. The caretaker handed Carrie the key and headed to another wing to retire for the night.
Carrie closed the door and locked it behind her as she approached the hamper. She untied and removed Tiffany's shoes, unveiling her dirty, holey blue socks. The aroma of Tiffany's day-long trek to the hostel wafted through the room as the ceiling fan carried it to every corner. Confused, Tiffany wiggled her exposed socked soles in the air as Carrie closed her eyes and basked in the ambiance of the scent. Carrie licked her lips as she stared at the holes that showed Tiffany's bright golden brown soles.
Carrie went into Tiffany's toiletry bag that was laying on the bed and pulled out her electric toothbrush. Tiffany shuddered as the heard the toothbrush click on. Carrie inserted the toothbrush into one of the holes in Tiffany's socks, working it up to the tender spot under her toes as Tiffany exploded with hysterical laughter. Tiffany fought to free the toothbrush from the hole, but it was snuggly in place. Carried made herself comfortable on the bed and slowly pulled up Tiffany's other sock, exposing her wrinkled size 9 sole. She tossed the slightly damp sock to the side and began to glide her freshly manicured fingers up and down Tiffany's pillow soft size 9 sole. The combination of the brush and Carrie's nails resulted in sweet uncontrollable laughter from the bottom of the hamper.
Tiffany tried to tip the hamper over so she could escape, but Carrie kept the hamper right side up. Carrie found a spot right above Tiffany's heel that changed the pitch of her laughter and wiggled all five of her fingers in that area. With the hostel being completely empty, there was nothing Tiffany could do to stop Carrie from having her way. Carrie examined all of the wrinkles on Tiffany's soles, admiring the physique of her arches, wide forefoot and her plump toes. She was in heaven.
Tiffany's eyes widened as Carrie pulled off her other sock. She looked in one of the drawers and found some fuzzy pipe cleaners to stick between Tiffany's toes while her nails surfed her wavy soles. The laundry basket shook as Carrie slowly pulled each pipe cleaner between each toe, which was one of Tiffany's most ticklish spots. As the sun came up, Carrie went for the grand finale, using her nails to elicit uncontrollable laughter from Tiffany as she cackled inside the bin. Carrie eventually kicked the basket over, freeing Tiffany's exhausted body as she exited the room and the hostel.
Tiffany told the caretaker about the incident, but the caretaker said that the woman lift over an hour ago. She chalked it up to bad luck and made her way on the shuttle and back to the states. She already had a ton of stories from her travels, but this one took the cake.
Tiffany had been backpacking across Europe for over a month. The last stop on her trip was the Netherlands, where she would spend the next few days before flying back to the states. She found a nice hostel outside of Amsterdam with single-sex accommodations, laundry facilities, and an airport shuttle. Tiffany arrived at the hostel and was greeted by the caretaker. She found an available bed in one of the rooms and prepared to wash her clothes. The hostel provided hampers to haul clothes to the laundry room, so Tiffany dumped her backpack into one of the empty bins and started heading to the laundry room.
Tiffany unloaded her clean clothes onto the bed and re-packed her bag, leaving out clothes for the next day and her trip back. As she reached into the hamper to grab her last sock, she lost her balance and tumbled into the hamper. Her 5'1 frame folded into the hamper, leaving just her size 9 sneakers sticking out the top. She stared at the ceiling, hoping that someone would come along and help her get out.
The sunlight disappeared from the room and Tiffany started to wonder if anyone would find her. Suddenly, she heard the door open and a woman's voice. She breathed a sigh of relief as the woman approach the hamper.
Woman: "Hey, are you okay?"
Tiffany: "I fell in the hamper as I was trying to fold my clothes. Can you help me out?"
Woman: "Sure. Give me a second."
The woman peered at Tiffany's sneakers sticking out of the top of the hamper and her beautiful mocha legs. The woman, Carrie, already had a room of her own but heard Tiffany's cries for help in the hallway. Carrie had just arrived from France and the caretaker told her that there was only one other person staying in the hostel for the night. The caretaker handed Carrie the key and headed to another wing to retire for the night.
Carrie closed the door and locked it behind her as she approached the hamper. She untied and removed Tiffany's shoes, unveiling her dirty, holey blue socks. The aroma of Tiffany's day-long trek to the hostel wafted through the room as the ceiling fan carried it to every corner. Confused, Tiffany wiggled her exposed socked soles in the air as Carrie closed her eyes and basked in the ambiance of the scent. Carrie licked her lips as she stared at the holes that showed Tiffany's bright golden brown soles.
Carrie went into Tiffany's toiletry bag that was laying on the bed and pulled out her electric toothbrush. Tiffany shuddered as the heard the toothbrush click on. Carrie inserted the toothbrush into one of the holes in Tiffany's socks, working it up to the tender spot under her toes as Tiffany exploded with hysterical laughter. Tiffany fought to free the toothbrush from the hole, but it was snuggly in place. Carried made herself comfortable on the bed and slowly pulled up Tiffany's other sock, exposing her wrinkled size 9 sole. She tossed the slightly damp sock to the side and began to glide her freshly manicured fingers up and down Tiffany's pillow soft size 9 sole. The combination of the brush and Carrie's nails resulted in sweet uncontrollable laughter from the bottom of the hamper.
Tiffany tried to tip the hamper over so she could escape, but Carrie kept the hamper right side up. Carrie found a spot right above Tiffany's heel that changed the pitch of her laughter and wiggled all five of her fingers in that area. With the hostel being completely empty, there was nothing Tiffany could do to stop Carrie from having her way. Carrie examined all of the wrinkles on Tiffany's soles, admiring the physique of her arches, wide forefoot and her plump toes. She was in heaven.
Tiffany's eyes widened as Carrie pulled off her other sock. She looked in one of the drawers and found some fuzzy pipe cleaners to stick between Tiffany's toes while her nails surfed her wavy soles. The laundry basket shook as Carrie slowly pulled each pipe cleaner between each toe, which was one of Tiffany's most ticklish spots. As the sun came up, Carrie went for the grand finale, using her nails to elicit uncontrollable laughter from Tiffany as she cackled inside the bin. Carrie eventually kicked the basket over, freeing Tiffany's exhausted body as she exited the room and the hostel.
Tiffany told the caretaker about the incident, but the caretaker said that the woman lift over an hour ago. She chalked it up to bad luck and made her way on the shuttle and back to the states. She already had a ton of stories from her travels, but this one took the cake.
