Vacation Fling With a Hot German



What’s your gender? Woman
How old are you? 28
What’s your race/ethnicity? Black
What continent do you live on? North America
What country and/or city do you live in? USA
Highest education received: Post-graduate degree (eg., MA, MS, PhD, JD, MD)
What’s your current relationship status? Single
Religious affiliation: Christian
What’s your sexual orientation? Heterosexual
How many sexual partners have you had in your life (including oral sex)? Who knows…
How many hookup stories have you here posted before? 3

Vacation Fling With a Hot German

How long ago did this hookup happen? A week ago

What was your relationship status at the time? Same as current status

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

How long did you know the person before this hookup? For less than a week

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? I recently took a solo vacation to Europe for the first time, and one of my stops was Greece. After my plane landed, I had to wait a few hours before a ferry arrived to take me to my destination island. It was late night and there were a few others waiting inside a restaurant at the port along with me. I saw a white guy come and sit towards the front of the restaurant, toting a large brown suitcase. He was wearing a snug white polo and black jeans. From the back, he had broad shoulders and looked to be very fit. His hair was blonde and groomed in a neat tapered cut.

I thought nothing of him until the ferry finally arrived and we got in line to board. I had been conversing with an older Frenchman who was quite friendly and familiar with the area. We ended up standing beside the guy in the white shirt and I asked where he was from, and with a slight, proud smile and accent, he said, “Germany.” His name was Jake (not really). We began to chat and I found out that he visits the island annually for the summer parties and hordes of young tourists. The three of us sat together on the ferry (me in the middle), and while I tried not to ignore the older French guy, I was intrigued by Jake and wanted to get to know him. We asked each other questions about our respective homes and cultures, and as he spoke to me, his blue eyes would swiftly roam my face before landing back on my eyes. He had a long, sharp nose and high cheekbones, both of which made his face chiseled and handsome. His lips were relatively full and red. I learned that he was 23 (too young!) and a med student with the goal to become a plastic surgeon. He told me about Oktoberfest and showed me pics on his phone of the event last year. I laughed adoringly at his accent and the way he said “bratwurst.” Soon he mentioned his long-distance girlfriend (as in living in different countries). My heart sank, but I continued to make polite conversation. We discussed exercise, as we both enjoy weightlifting. We agreed that more women should get into lifting, and he remarked that he doesn’t like “flat ass.” I laughed at this, as well as at many other things he said…partly because I was attracted, and partly because his naivete and immaturity was amusing and somehow endearing.

When the ferry docked at our destination, the Frenchman wished us well and went off to meet his friends, while the two of us were left to find a taxi to our respective hotels. Taxis were scarce and we grew tired of waiting, so Jake called his friend at the hotel to call us a cab. I listened to his German and thought it (or the fact that he was multilingual) was so sexy. Some of the words were the same as English words. As we waited awkwardly (I was super nervous), he reached up and hung onto some railing, and his shirt rose up a bit to reveal a tight, veiny lower abdomen. I glanced and looked away, but I think he caught me looking. That was when I realized that he was actually showing off! Meanwhile I was wearing my airport outfit of leggings, boots, and a cardigan…plus I needed a shower, so I didn’t feel as confident as he apparently did. He showed me an acrobatic type pic of himself, and told me he had been a gymnast for several years. That explained the muscles. He also mentioned that his reason for becoming a plastic surgeon was that he “loves boobs.” I laughed at the absurdity of this, and asked whether he was actually passionate about the study of medicine, but he gave some vague answer that indicated he mainly just wanted to see a bunch of boobs and make them bigger.

When the taxi arrived and drove us to my hostel first, I was half hoping that Jake would ask for my contact info so we could stay in touch during our time there. But instead he told me the island was small and he’d “see me around.”

How/where did the hookup BEGIN? What led to it? Was planning involved? Who instigated it? Well we did in fact see each other around. And lucky for me, because I had been yearning to bump into him to continue our flirtation. Just like a sign, I spotted him about a day and a half later at a huge beach club party that every young person on the island was attending. We all wore our swimsuits and little else. I was actually sort of keeping an eye out for him, and I saw him on the dance floor with short, European-style bright orange-pink swim trunks on. His body was much more than I expected…he was buff and ripped as hell with no body fat. He was perfection if you’re into muscular guys…yet he wasn’t freakishly big like those guys in the bodybuilding competitions. Anyway, he was unabashedly trying to hit on some girls with huge boobs, which surprised me being that he had a girlfriend. I tapped him on the arm anyway and he turned around, clearly drunk, embraced me and exclaimed, “Isn’t this everything I promised?!”

I responded cordially and let him free to go talk to more girls while I danced and drank with my new friends and the men who approached me. Throughout the party, he was up on the platform of the VIP area dancing and talking to numerous women. They didn’t seem to be all that interested, as a new batch of women would replace the old one every so often. He was like a completely different guy than the one I met at the port. The guy at the port was polite, proper, and subdued yet charming. The guy at the party was drunk, a show-off, and acted like a single man. Regardless, this didn’t turn me off. It was somewhat amusing, and I understood that that’s how most young guys on vacation and surrounded by hot women would act (although I thought he should just break up with his girlfriend if he wants to act this way).

At one point I was dancing near the platform and I motioned for him to come to me. He hopped down and we exchanged some banter while admiring each other’s bodies. Then he tilted his cup toward me, offering me a sip. I stuck my tongue out, thinking he was going to feed me (I was a little drunk by this point too), and instead he lifted my chin and kissed my lips. He ran his hand down my breasts and stomach as he turned to walk away. I was left feeling like a giddy schoolgirl.

Although I was socializing with others, my mind always went back to Jake and I wanted more of him. Towards the end of the party, I had gotten some food and was eating and chatting with a platonic new guy friend. To my surprise, Jake walked over and asked to put his number in my phone. The contact name he wrote was “Jake Sixpack”. He then walked to the dance floor and motioned for me to join him. I looked at my friend to make sure it was okay to leave him there, and he urged me to go for it. So Jake and I slow grinded face to face with legs intertwined and pelvises joined. I watched and touched his six pack as it moved. He invited me to come eat with him and his friend and then go back to their hotel. This couldn’t have been going any more perfectly!

I met his best friend, “Tom,” who was jovial, friendly, and funny. He was clearly the jokester of the two, and together they kept me laughing throughout the bus ride back into town, and during our meal at a restaurant. I wasn’t all that hungry, but I ordered an appetizer and Jake also offered to share his plate with me. He paid for my meal, saying, “We’re gentlemen.” We went to their hotel room, which was small and cluttered. Tom, who was also German and studying to become a plastic surgeon, had brown hair, large brown eyes, a softer face with a permanent smile, a raspy voice, was a bit taller than Jake, and every bit as buff and handsome (they worked out together). I felt like I was in a sandwich of hotness. He entertained me by talking about girls and showing me nude photos of both himself and girls in his phone (this sounds crazy but I swear it was funny at the time). Jake also showed me topless pics of his girlfriend, after the topic of fake boobs came up. I was in disbelief at his nonchalant attitude. The three of us also discussed sex, masturbation, our own bodies, and weightlifting. What we had in common was vanity and the no-fucks-given attitude of being on vacation. They talked and I mostly listened and asked questions. I gave them a pass for being young and male.

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? Tom took a shower and came out with a towel wrapped low around his waist. My mind was rapidly debating which guy was hotter, but I never came to a conclusion. Jake then asked me to take a shower with him, and I hesitated since I’ve never showered with a man. I told him I was shy about it, but decided what the hell. In the bathroom he quickly undressed, not at all ashamed of his nakedness. His dick was a nice size. I undressed as well and followed him in the shower. I turned around so that my back was to him, and he started rinsing my body with the handheld shower head. First he rinsed my back and gripped my ass, then reached around to rinse my breasts and felt them as well. He cupped them gently and squeezed my nipples. I turned around to face him and we kissed more intentionally now, with tongue. He rubbed my clit as we kissed, then lowered his head to suck my nipples; I moaned softly and stroked his dick as he was doing this. Eventually we washed ourselves with his body wash, and played with each other a little more before getting out.

Tom was gone from the room when we got out. I asked for a towel, but Jake told me to just hop on the bed wet. I did, and he proceeded to spread my legs and eat my pussy for a while. I was surprised at how into it he was…I thought he may be a selfish lover given how attractive he was (from my experience). His tongue went from my clit to my vagina to my ass, and back up again. He started using his finger to fuck me while his tongue lapped my clit. I moaned loudly and cursed.

His dick hadn’t been hard before this, which I thought was strange, but when he stood up it was hard and I asked him to put a condom on (there was a bowl of them in the room). He put it on incorrectly, unrolling it completely and pulling it halfway up his dick so half the condom was hanging off, but I didn’t really care. He entered me in missionary and pretty soon began slamming his dick down into me hard. When he saw my mouth remain wide open from the intensity of the fucking, he opened his too and reached out his arm to choke me, looking me in the eyes the entire time. I loved it as he did this repeatedly.

Eventually he pulled out and his dick was soft again so I squatted down to suck it. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, French kissed and swirled my tongue around the head, and flicked my tongue at the frenulum. I moaned and made noises with my mouth, but he remained soft. He stopped me and said that it’s difficult for him to get hard when he’s drunk, as well as with a new person, due to nervousness. He pulled out some Viagra pills from his suitcase to prove that he really does have a problem. I felt sorry for him, but said it was fine. Then I noticed the condom had been gone ever since he’d pulled out of me.

“Where did the condom go?!”
“I think it’s inside of you.”

I panicked, but he reassured me that he would find it for me while making it fun. So I turned over onto my stomach and he began fingering me with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. He then inserted the tip of his thumb in my asshole while still fingering me with the other hand. I grinded my hips against his hands and he moaned. I looked back and saw he was sitting back on his elbows, watching, while he worked my pussy with his hands. He kept saying things under his breath like, “Look at that pussy,” so I talked to him back.

“Yeah, plug up my holes,” I moaned. “You like this view?”
“Yeah, it’s a perfect view,” he replied.

After a while he pulled out the condom, to my relief. In a few minutes, Tom returned and knocked on the door and I got under the covers since I was still naked. He walked in and noticed the condom on the floor and joked that it was empty. He also saw the wet spot on the bed from my shower and joked that I had squirted. We kept the banter and laughter going and I was delighted at how they made me feel so comfortable being nude in a room with both of them. The door (facing the outdoors) was open to let fresh air in, and at one point a young woman walked past the room and caught a glimpse of Jake sitting on the bed naked. He raised his eyebrows at her and sheepishly smiled, saying “Hallow” in his accented English. It was adorable and sexy at the same time. We all poured ourselves a drink from the bottle of vodka in the room.

Eventually Tom left again and I made a comment about using the rest of the juice to pour my drink. Jake said, “Now I’m ready for more juice,” and winked. I complimented him on his dirty talk and he said, “You should hear me in my native language.” He proceeded to eat my pussy and ass again. Then I straddled him and he gripped my ass and told me I had an amazing body. He bent me over the bed, pressed his crotch onto my ass, and said he couldn’t wait to fuck me the next day when he could take his Viagra.

When Tom returned for the last time he began getting ready for a date he had with a girl from my hostel. He changed his shirt at least three times, asking me what I thought of each outfit. I knew I had to get out of the bed soon to get dressed, but Tom was sitting on the same bed as me. I playfully told him to close his eyes, which he never did, so I got up anyway and trotted to the bathroom. In the mirror I could see him turn to look at my ass. I didn’t care though. I came out of the bathroom in my bikini and leaned over the bed to retrieve my flip flops. As I bent over, Tom gently slapped my ass a few times. I secretly enjoyed it and if I had been a little bolder or wilder, I might have suggested a threesome with the two of them. When I stood at the door to say goodbye, Tom asked me to show him my boobs, but I declined, saying they were for Jake’s eyes only. Later on I kind of regretted that decision though. I told Jake I would text him the next day.

How sexually satisfying was this hookup? Somewhat

Did you have an orgasm? No, but I was close

Did your partner have an orgasm? No

What happened AFTER the hookup? How did you feel about it the next day? What are/were your expectations/hopes for the future with this person? How do you feel about them now? Later that night, I headed out with the people from my hostel to party. To my surprise, Jake and Tom were sitting on a wall nearby, waiting for Tom’s date. We greeted each other and Jake pulled me onto his lap as people walking past looked at us. I soon rejoined the group and later on I saw Jake in the same club as me. We danced a bit and yelled in each other’s ears over the loud music. Right before I left the club to go to the next one, we slow grinded face to face while I lifted up his shirt in the back to feel his broad back. He lifted it up in the front so I could feel his abs too. Then we kissed for a bit, and I turned around to grind my ass on him. I love to dance, so I gave him a good working over, and he stopped me and said he couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up straight and he felt my hips through my stretchy cotton black dress. He felt my thong and reached under my dress to squeeze my ass. I left to continue partying, and concluded that my day had been perfect.

However, the next day was different. He never responded to my text to meet up, although I did see him at the same club that night. He was trying to talk to a (seemingly uninterested) girl while I danced on a platform and pretended not to notice. He eventually spotted me from the crowd and raised his beer for a cheers, and I motioned back to him that I didn’t have a drink, so he reached over a couple people to hand me his beer and I took a sip. He left soon after, so I think he was trying to avoid me to do his own thing that night. I haven’t heard from him since.

What precautions did you take to prevent STIs and pregnancy? (Check all that apply) None, Condoms, Discussed STI testing history

What were your motives for this hookup? Fun, pleasure, horniness, Attraction to partner(s), Thought it was an important experience to have

How intoxicated were you? A little tipsy/high

What substances did you consume? Alcohol

How intoxicated was your partner? Drunk/high but not wasted

What substances did your partner(s) consume? Alcohol

How wanted was this hookup for you at the time? Very

Did you consent to this hookup at the time? I gave enthusiastic consent

How wanted was this hookup for your partner at the time? Very

Did your partner(s) consent to this hookup? They gave enthusiastic consent

To whom did you talk about the hookup? How did they react? I talked to a small group of women at the hostel on the day I was to leave the island, since one of them asked me flat out how many people I had hooked up with there (she was raving about the number of men she saw approaching me). They reacted neutrally to positively at first, but when I showed them a modeling pic of Jake (his contact photo), they all went crazy, exclaiming how hot he was. Usually I’m very private about my sex life, but the woman who asked was very friendly and open, and I felt safe telling her. She exchanged her own (bad) hookup story as well.

How would you best summarize people’s reactions about this hookup? Relatively positive

Did you get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? A little bit

Did your partner get emotionally hurt as a result of this hookup? Not at all

Do you regret this hookup? Not at all

What was the BEST thing about this hookup? How incredibly attractive he was! He ranks up there with the guy from one of my previous stories, “The Hot 30 Second Man” as one of the sexiest men I’ve ever hooked up with. (Ironic that both of these experiences were less than fulfilling.)

The fact that he was foreign added to his appeal…I loved hearing his accent and listening to him speak in German. Hanging out with Tom was also fun…together they were so entertaining and I found their confidence and openness refreshing. Although they were essentially assholes (their words, not mine) in some regards, I didn’t give a fuck because I was on vacation and as long as they were generally respectful towards me in my presence, I was fine. I saw and heard the good in them as well, and knew that they just had some maturing to do.

What was the WORST thing about this hookup? That Jake never met up with me again to finish it! I think it was either because he felt guilty about cheating on his girlfriend (probably not) or he just wanted to try to bed as many women as possible on his vacation with no repeats or strings attached.

Has this hookup changed the way you think about casual sex, sexuality, or yourself in general? I realized that I think differently about casual sex when I’m traveling. I care less about societal expectations or double standards since I’m never gonna see these guys again. During travel I like to eat, drink, and do what I want when I want.

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

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