Dormitory life helped John to stretch out his limited finances while travelling, and he knew disrupted sleep was a price he had to pay. Staying in budget hostels was something he had become accustomed to, and the boisterous behaviour of others simply reminded him of his youth and the dangers of hypocrisy.

By nine in the evening, John was ready to rest before the night owls returned. Experience had taught him that a few hours of sleep at this time made the impossibility of it later less annoying, and it was a plan that had served him well in the past, although not on this particular occasion.

Emily was surprised to see John sitting on his bed. She had expected Saturday night to find everyone out enjoying themselves, as she had hoped to do before a petty disagreement with her travelling companions had seen her excuse herself and walk away from a confrontation.

"I'm a lover, not a fighter, so I've left them to squabble amongst themselves," Emily explained to John, feeling she could confide in him for reasons she herself didn't fully understand.

"Two lovers left and an army of fighters, and yet it's the lovers who end up stuck inside. What an upside-down world we live in," John said, offering Emily a smile of support as they introduced themselves to each other.

"What would two lovers do to show the fighters they're misguided in your version of the world, John?" Emily asked as she casually began to undress.

"I'm sure they'd come up with something, although in my world, they'd probably just do it and leave the lengthy discussions about how right or wrong it was to others.

"I think I need to visit your world for a while, although there's always a danger that someone else might come back in a huff early like I did. Anyway, all of this talk's making me feel hot and bothered; I think I'll use the shower as everyone's out," Emily said with an undisguised giggle of mischief.

"I wouldn't want to face a fighter alone if one came calling, so I'll hide in the shower with you if that's OK?" John replied, prompting Emily to gesture to him to follow her with a finger.

Once Emily and John had undressed hurriedly, Emily turned the shower on and knelt on the tiled floor below.

"I'm watching the door, and I'm ready to pounce on any invading fighters. If you act as my human shield, I'll take care of us," Emily said excitedly.

"Feel free to pounce on me first to practice," John said as he felt Emily grip his cock, slip it over her tongue, and close her lips firmly around it.

Emily's deep, energetic work saw John gasp and giggle as Emily sought to make the most of the opportunity that had arisen. John was in a place midway between ecstasy and disbelief and felt sure he had fallen into the lips of something of an expert.

Emily found John's arousal and excitement increased her own as she sought to liberate the prize she craved. John's bellowed cry as he filled Emily's mouth brought a squeal of delight from her and energised her efforts to take more.

"Up my bum!" Emily shouted, holding onto the shower's grab rails as she felt John respond to her demands immediately.

Although everything was happening just seconds after Emily's energetic efforts, John was armed and ready for action in a way that both surprised him and delighted Emily.

"It looks as if I might be able to help, after all," John said, sliding himself between Emily's buttocks to a giggle of pleasure from her lips.

"Give it your best shot, cowboy," Emily said, turning her head briefly to flash a smile at John.

While Emily held on, she swivelled her hips as John moved inside her. It was as much about her determination not to let others spoil her adventure as it was the episode itself, although having not had the action she'd hoped for recently meant even John's modest efforts were hitting the spot.

Emily thrust backward in time with the movement of the cock that was exciting her, and she heard John's breathing begin to labour to the sound of groans coming from his mouth. John, meanwhile, listened to Emily's noises of pleasure, willing her to find the satisfaction he felt she deserved.

"We're going to do this," Emily shouted in encouragement, feeling her excitement mount and her body begin to tremble.

Emily's cry of deliverance rang out as John's cock emptied between her buttocks, triggering Emily's climax as she held on to the shower handles and tossed her head in delight. John beamed with joy on hearing Emily's excited sounds, and he felt her movements as she pushed backward, sending another wave from his cock into her body.

"Hats off, cowboy," Emily shouted with laughter as John's flow stirred another pleasing wave throughout her body.

Emily and John agreed that, as time was short, being in the shower already was a masterstroke. Once cleansed and dressed as if nothing had happened, they shared kisses until the fighters began to return to the hostel.

When asked about her evening, Emily told her friends she'd spent it catching up with things she felt she had let slide.

Emily and John headed off in different directions the next morning, although they never forgot the evening that had reminded them of something very special. Lovers might usually keep themselves to themselves, but occasionally, they have better 'quiet nights in' than fighters could ever imagine were possible.