by Jacrou

Gender: Female
Age: 46
Race/ethnicity: Caucasian
Current location: New Zealand
Highest education received: College degree (eg., BA, BS)
Occupation: Company director
Relationship status: Divorced
Religious affiliation: None
How religious are you? Not at all
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
How many sexual partners have you had in your life (including oral sex)? 38
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? Quite a lot

Phobic Postman

How long ago did this hookup happen? 20 years

How would you best classify this hookup (e.g., one-night stand, fuck-buddies, friends-with-benefits, booty call, sex with an ex, short fling; paid sex…)? First of more (one afternoon stand became relationship)
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? He was a French Canadian man in his mid-20s.  He was tall and lean and very tanned as he rode a bike a lot.  He worked as a postman so was outside riding every day. He had long, wavy, light brown hair and slightly sleepy looking blue eyes.  He was quite quiet and understated.

He was living in a hostel in Scotland, and my sister also lived there.  I was working in a village a while away, in a live-in position with a family.  When I had weekends off, I would go into the city and stay in the hostel to see my sister.   Over the course of several weekends visiting I had met him and I had a bit of a crush on him.  I didn’t really know if he liked me at all though, he never gave anything away and as he was quite understated he never showed a great deal of enthusiasm about anything.  I felt like we got on well but didn’t know if there was mutual attraction.

I got to know quite a lot of people in the hostel through my sister and one weekend in summer, the family I worked for were all going to be away, so I had a bit of a house party in the country in their beautiful farmhouse, inviting my sister and a bunch of people from the hostel to come and visit for the weekend.  It was a wee bit of a stretch to invite him as I didn’t know him all that well, but I did, somewhat casually, and he said he might come and left it at that.  I was a bit disheartened at his ambivalent response, thinking if he liked me he’d have been more keen.

The weekend came around and the hostel people were catching the train to my village. I went to the station to pick them up, and I remember feeling so nervous and hopeful about whether he had come or not.  I put on my favourite sundress that I thought looked nice.  The train arrived and they all spilled out and he wasn’t there.  I was disappointed,  but then resolved to enjoy the weekend anyway.

Back at the farmhouse though, one of the other hostel residents told me that the French-Canadian postman was planning to come after all.  It turned out that he had a phobia where he hated to be inside vehicles of any kind. That was why he rode his bike everywhere, and I hadn’t known that.  He had thought he might try the train but when the day came he couldn’t get on it.  Instead he said he would ride his bike to the farm.  We worked out that this might take him around 5 hours so he wouldn’t arrive until lunchtime. I was happy again!  Lunchtime came and went and he still hadn’t shown up and we started to worry about him a bit.  It got to mid-afternoon and still no sign of him and we started wondering if he had decided not to come after all.  I was disappointed again and was starting to find the whole day a bit of a rollercoaster.  Just when I had decided he definitely couldn’t be coming, he turned up at the door. Turned out he had taken a break beside the road part-way, and had fallen asleep for a while.  He was kind of an eccentric guy I guess.   He was really hot and tired and sweaty.  We got him a beer and then he asked if he could wash.  I showed him upstairs to the main bathroom.  When we got in there, he saw the big spa bath they had in there and asked if he could use that instead of a shower as he was a bit sore from the ride and thought a soak would help.  I ran the bath for him and chatted to him a while as it was running. When it was ready I went to go, and then he asked, would he be able to have another beer?  I said I would get it for him.

How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? I came back to the bathroom with his beer and while I’d been gone he’d got in the bath. It had bubbles so I couldn’t see anything!  I gave him his beer and went to go but then he asked me to stay for a bit and talk to him.  I sat on the corner of the bath and talked to him about a whole lot of stuff.  It was probably the longest conversation we’d had at that point.   I can’t really remember what we were talking about, but all of a sudden he sat up in the bath, put one wet hand on the side of my face and kissed me really gently.  It was a lovely kiss, which progressed to a more passionate kiss.  Then he put his arms around me and pulled me into the bath with him – in my dress.  We both started laughing then lay kissing in the bath with our arms around each other.

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? While we were kissing he unzipped my wet sundress and took it off me, dropping it over the side of the bath, then he took off my knickers and threw them over too.  Now we were both naked and for quite a long time we lay in the bubbling spa bath, kissing and touching each other.  His cock was so hard pressed against me and we were both on our sides with our legs intertwined and we held each other as we kept kissing.  We did this for ages, then he rolled onto his back, held my hips in his hands and positioned me on top of him. He had an average length cock but quite thick.  I tried to ride him but it wasn’t working very well in the water which was affecting lubrication and making it a bit uncomfortable.  I suggested that we get out of the bath now and he agreed.  We climbed out and each wrapped a towel around ourselves to make the dash to my bedroom.  once there we dumped the towels and stood kissing for a while, until I was definitely wet enough.  He lay on my bed and again grabbed my hips, guiding me on top of him to ride him. I lowered onto him and it felt heavenly.  He moved his hips up and down quite hard, underneath me and we quickly found a lovely rhythm where we were moving together.  He rubbed my clit while I rode him and I could feel my orgasm building.  While I came, he lifted me up slightly then pounded up into me hard til he came about 10 seconds later.  He was really great to ride, he seemed very skilled at making that position work well.

Did you have an orgasm? Did your partner(s)? Yes and yes

What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? Did you discuss STI history? I was on the pill.  No discussion.

What were your REASONS for having this hookup? I fancied him and I wanted him.  I was thrilled he was keen too.

Were alcohol or drugs involved? If so, how much? A small amount. Neither of us were drunk.

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? After we’d cum, I lay on top of him and we kissed for ages. He murmured some things in French to me which sounded nice. We didn’t really talk about it, but I felt that it was the start of something, just the way we were talking and looking at each other.

We suddenly realised we’d both been gone from the rest of the crowd for ages and this would be sure to be noticed.  I also had to get dressed in something different which at least my sister would notice.

When we reappeared quite some time later, with me having wet hair from the bath and a change of clothes, everyone immediately knew and gave us a joking hard time about it.

He was his usual calm and unflappable self and took that in his stride no problem. Later that day he held my hand at the dinner table and from that time on we were a sort of couple and everyone knew it, although it was a long distance relationship.   I spent my spare weekends at the hostel with him, and if he had a few days off work he would come and see me at the farm.  We got to the point where he could cope with me driving him in the car so he didn’t have to ride his bike all the time, but he had to put the seat flat and close his eyes the whole way haha.  Incidentally, the whole time we were together we only every had sex in cowgirl position.  It was his favourite and while it worked well for us I got a bit bored with it.  He resisted any attempts to try other positions!

We dated this way for around 10 months, then broke up as I was moving to London and he was going to ride his bike around Europe.  It was an emotional and sad break up as we had become close and had said we loved each other.  A year or so later our paths crossed in London and he stayed with me for a weekend, during which time we slept together again.  Then he was off bike riding again, and while he was away I moved back to NZ.  A few years later he found me and emailed me and we started up an ongoing email correspondence for 6 months or so.  One day it just stopped and then a month or so later I got an email from his brother to say he’d been stabbed and killed by a mugger. 🙁

To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? Well everyone at the farm that weekend knew. They ribbed us. Didn’t really tell anyone else about that initial hookup.

Was this a consensual and/or wanted experience for you? For your partner? Yes and yes.

Do you regret this hookup? If so, why? No, I ended up loving him.

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? Pulling me into the bath with him was unexpected and exciting, funny and kind of romantic.  It was also great to have this happen after the various ups and downs of wondering if he liked me.

I wasn’t super happy about everyone knowing. I prefer to have some control over how much of my personal life is known by people around me.  So saying I didn’t waste any time worrying about that.

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

All things considered, how NEGATIVE was this experience? Not at all negative

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