by ZiggyPopIII

Gender: female
Age: 23
Race/ethnicity: Caucasian
Current location: USA
Highest education received: Post-graduate degree (currently pursuing)
Occupation: Student/teacher
Relationship status: Single
Religious affiliation: Atheist
How religious are you? Not at all
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
How many sexual partners have you had in your life (including oral sex)? 4
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? 0

My Aussie Bloke

How long ago did this hookup happen? Three weeks ago

How would you best classify this hookup? One-night stand

Tell us about your PARTNER(S). What did they look like? How well did you know them, had you hooked up before? How/Where did you meet them? How did you feel about them before the hookup? It was my first time overseas and I was staying at a hostel in Glasgow. I’d already spent roughly two weeks traveling alone in Dublin and then London so, despite being a habitually reserved person, I’d learned to be fairly outgoing and forward. That’s why I decided to go to my hostel’s pool tournament, and how I met [Luke]. 

Luke was older than me, though not quite thirty, and gorgeous. He was tall, around 6’1″, with an athletic build–he was an amateur rugby player. I liked his face most of all: he had fair wavy hair; blue-grey eyes; a defined jawline with a hint of stubble; and an adorable, slightly crooked-toothed smile. He had faint crow’s feet that crinkled up when he smiled. 

That night I sent a message to my best friends back in the States saying, “Got to talk to Luke a lot, who is also Australian and quite out of my league.”

How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? I’d made a few friends in my room, and we all, after some reluctance and convincing, decided to go on the hostel pub crawl that night. I’d told one of the hostel employees, with whom I was friendly, my plans for the evening.
“Fancy a bit of debauchery, do you?” he asked.

Luke had told me he would join up with the crawl later after getting back from his day tour of the Highlands. Sure enough, at the second pub he came right up to our group and we exchanged a few pleasantries. Much to my disappointment, he darted off again almost as soon as he’d arrived, and I didn’t talk to him again for most of the crawl. I would occasionally catch a glimpse of him and see some other girl flirting with him; he was, understandably, a popular object of female attention.
“Where’s your Aussie bloke?” my friend [Zoe] asked.
“I don’t think he likes me,” I replied.

The crawl consisted of four pubs and a club. It was here at the end of the line that I gave expression to my disappointed feelings by staring sadly at Luke from across the room as he was talking to [Emma], a very kind-hearted but slightly trashy hostel resident who had had her eye on him since the pool tournament. Through the haze of relative drunkenness, I realized that he was returning my eye contact.

Not long after he came over to talk to me. I can’t remember much of what was said, but I know we both declared that we didn’t know how to dance but gave it a shot together anyway. He brought up that he had been talking to an Australian woman earlier who suddenly told him, “I just want to make out with an Aussie bloke,” which had been awkward for him since he wasn’t interested in her in that way.
“Do you want to make out with an American girl?” I asked.

That was sufficient invitation for him. I had my back to a pillar that he partially held me up against as he kissed me. He felt strong and excited, which of course made me excited too. Eventually we traded making out on the dance floor to wandering around the streets of Glasgow together, occasionally stopping to make out. I knew that we were both staying in rooms with eleven other beds (i.e., not a lot of privacy), and exclaimed, “I wish we had somewhere to go.” Thus the idea of finding a hotel room was seized upon.

We wandered around for a good half hour before finding one, and it was obviously a bit out of our price range. They would only book us a room for two nights; Luke had to leave for England the next morning, but he paid for the whole thing anyway, saying I could get the hotel to myself the next day. I offered several times to pay him back, but he declined.

The price of the hotel had made the mood a bit somber. I stared out the window at the faintly lit early morning sky as I waited for Luke, who was occupied with something at the other end of the room.

What happened DURING the hookup? What sexual behaviors took place (e.g., oral, vaginal, anal, kinky stuff)? How did you feel during it? How did they behave toward you? Were they a good lover? What did you talk about? How did it end? Luke came over to the window and asked if there was much of a view. The light in the sky reminded him that he had to get on a train in about five hours.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, pulling me in to kiss me. 

My back was to the bed and he pushed me down onto it; he followed a few seconds later. He ran his hands over my torso as he kissed me. He had already taken my shirt when I told him (as it’s something I feel I need to tell every guy before I get naked in front of him):
“My chest is very asymmetrical, just so you kn–“
“I don’t care.” 
I took my bra off and he pulled me on top of him to play with my tits. He really didn’t seem to mind that one is a D-cup and the other a small B.

I tried to get my jeans off while straddling him, but I had to get off him to complete the maneuver. I was on my back and he pulled my underwear off and started licking my clit rapidly. I’d only had one guy go down on me before, and not particularly well; it felt like Luke knew what he was doing.  

I think I probably could have come if I had waited, but I was strangely impatient. 
“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked.
“I have a condom.”
“That’s good.”

I got it out of my purse, but saw that he wasn’t hard yet.
“It’s not working,” he said apologetically, “Because of the drinking.”
I started giving him a handjob; he was the first uncircumcised guy I had encountered, and it seemed to make it easier to manipulate the shaft. While I did this, I started asking him questions. Was his full name Lucas, did he prefer being called Luke, what was his middle name, etc. These were questions that interested me, but possibly seemed inane to him. He answered them all, but looked a bit confused or as though he was having trouble focusing. 

Once he was hard we started off with missionary, but he very quickly wanted to switch to whatever position gave me the most pleasure. He was my fourth sexual partner, and my sexual experiences have consisted of three one-night stands and one sexually conservative long-term boyfriend, so I wasn’t really too sure. I had enjoyed doggy-style before, so I suggested that. 

In most of my other sexual experiences I’ve felt awkward or unsure of what to do, focusing too much on whether I was doing the right or wrong thing. But bent over with Luke fucking me from behind, I was very much in the moment. He was big but not too big, and the rhythm was perfect. I just moaned, which I usually don’t do, without really thinking of anything at all.

After a bit he asked if I wanted to try on top. I mumbled, “You might have to tell me what to do; I’m not very experienced,” but he didn’t hear me. Once I was on top, to my surprise, I naturally found a rhythm that worked for both us. Since I was able to see his face now, I kept telling him how handsome he was. 
At one point I said, “You’re really good.”
“You’re better,” he replied.

I didn’t quite believe him at first. As I was riding him, though, I leant down to kiss his neck and caught a glance at his face before repeating the action: at first I thought he was going to say something, but realized that he had his mouth slightly open and was staring off into the room in response to how much pleasure he was feeling, as though he couldn’t believe it. That was much more gratifying–and arousing–than his words could ever be.

We switched to missionary again. All the changing of positions didn’t seem to slow down the mood; to say we had established a rhythm is perhaps the only way to describe it. I felt more passion for him and from him than with anyone else I’ve been with. He also lasted the longest.

When he did come, he pulled out and we both slowly realized that the condom had broken.
“Um–I didn’t feel that,” he said.
“It’s okay, I can take the morning after pill,” I assured him, and myself.

Did you have an orgasm? Did your partner(s)? I didn’t; I’ve never had a partner be able to get me to orgasm, but I can manage it on my own without any problem. That’s something I should address. He did achieve orgasm.

What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? Did you discuss STI history? He wore a condom, but it broke towards the end. I took the morning after pill as soon as I could. And I didn’t get pregnant (yay!). 
We did not discuss STI history. My history is that I have never had any.

What were your REASONS for having this hookup? I had been broken up with less than a month before my trip. I’ve had two boyfriends, but this ex was the only one I’d had sex with (and the second person I’d ever had sex with). So I used my trip as an opportunity to broaden my experiences. 

Plus, Luke was really, really, really attractive.

Were alcohol or drugs involved? If so, how much? We had both had a few drinks. I think six ciders/beers in my case. I was just over the threshold of buzzed into drunk, but not at all wasted. I think he was at the same place.

What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it? What are your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? We went to sleep on top of the covers, facing each other. I woke up a few hours later in the same position with him quietly speaking to me (something innocuous like “Hello” or “Good morning”). He pulled me in to kiss me when he saw that I was awake. I still felt as attracted to him and fond of him as I did the night before.

I walked back to the hostel with him so he could check out and said goodbye to him there. Things felt slightly constrained as there were always other people about. I have since added him on Facebook and told him to contact me if he’s in the US and wants to have sex again, which he agreed to.

To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? I pretty much immediately told my three best friends via a group Facebook message. They were all enthusiastically excited for me. 

My friend Zoe in the hostel also congratulated me, but I went into less detail with her as I hadn’t known her as long. But she’d had a travel hookup, too, so I wasn’t worried about any negative judgment from her.

Was this a consensual and/or wanted experience for you? For your partner? Absolutely on my part. I can’t speak for my partner, but he seemed equally enthusiastic about the experience.

Do you regret this hookup? If so, why? No, not at all.

What was the BEST thing about this hookup? How about the WORST? Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? The spontaneity and passion of it were the best part. At the time, worrying that I might get pregnant was the worst thing. 

I think having sex with someone I considered unobtainable because of how attractive he is has definitely changed my attitude toward sex. I need to focus on to whom I am attracted, not who is attracted to me. And I can be more direct about sex; in general, I like pursuing men rather than being pursued.

All things considered, how POSITIVE was this experience? Very positive

All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? A little negative

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