So just seconds ago, I received a call from Australia. I traveled Europe for 2 months a little over a year ago and met the hottest guy there from Sydney.Have I told you the story? I don't think I have so I will tell it to you now.
I traveled Europe with a tour group called Contiki. It was cheap, it was all young people and I have to say when I arrived in London, I was pleasantly surprised to find it to be all twenty-somethings wanting to party it up like it was spring break! My group was mostly Australians (so hot), some New Zealanders, some Canadians, and a few Americans like me. There were 30 of us in total. Everyone was so friendly and cool. He was the first person I saw that I was immeadiately attracted to.
I had just arrived from the airport in London and was waiting to check into my hotel, when I saw him. He looked like a God. Tall, tan, chiseled with muscles in his legs that made me want to do bad things to him and to myself while watching him. It was one of the strongest, spontaneous physical attractions I've ever experienced. He walks by with two equally attractive friends, but I only saw him. He had this curlyish light brown, dark blonde hair- very golden and these gorgeus green eyes and did I mention a body like a God?-lol. He was wearing these drawstring cargo pants that he had rolled up above the knee. I'm not gonna lie, I stared but he stared right back. I had made friends in the tour rather quickly and I remember sitting with these 2 girls and him walking by and me staring.
"That's the guy, I told you about. God, isn't he gorgeus. I hope he's on our tour". Just then he turns around and looks at me.
"Looks like he likes you too because he just looked at you!" one of the girls said squeezing my arm excitedly.
"No that's just because I keep staring at him. He must be like, 'Who is that girl and what is up with her staring problem?' " The girls laughed. I found out 15 minutes later he was on my tour. Oh the excitement I felt. The next day we set off in a bus to France and at one point we got introduced.
"I'm Craig, nice to meet you." he said in that hot, sexy accent. We maintained eye contact for a second. But then that night when we all went to a bar, he got really drunk and hit on me in a very unimpressive, typical fashion. I can't remember what he exactly said but I remember getting the feeling from him that he was looking for a hook up. To be honest, everyone on our tour was hooking up with each other. Through-out the course of the trip, one girl slept with 5 guys on the tour and people slept with one person one night and then the next night switched or swapped partners. I was 23 and a bit past that stage in my life. I wanted a fling, a European local or a hot, passionate thing with someone on my tour or with someone from one of the other Contiki tours which met up with us in the major European cities. I did not want a one night thing. SO I brushed him off, as hot as he was thinking he probably had no substance. Shortly after our encounter, I saw him all over this girl from our tour who everyone thought was my sister we looked that alike so I thought,"Hey, I was right about him." . I was disappointed. I had really wanted a fling on my tour and he was the only one I wanted it to be with. So I met a guy from another tour and made out with him-hehe. But then he was gone to a different city than us (He was from Sydney like Craig, in fact he and Craig played rugby together at one point in their lives). I was bummed because he was really respectful, sweet, and thought I was amazing. But to be honest, I didn't feel it with him like I had initially with Craig.
Meanwhile, Craig and I became friends. After that first night, I never saw him with a girl ever- he just hung out with me. It was funny because during the day I hung out with my girls and he and I were cordial and might spend time together in a group but not really alone. But then whenever the night came along and we'd be drinking, it was just he and I. I was conviced he was a player and wanted nothing to do with him- except when I was drunk. He'd be shyly kind of hitting on me, but it was never blatant and I'd be poking fun at him and play arguing calling him a player and saying I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole. Yes, it was childish joking but he was a year younger than me- 22 so I felt it was age appropriate. One night trying to be one of the boys, I hung out with him and his buddies and drank absenthe. Now I know some people hallucinate and do crazy things. Me, I passed out in Craig's bed. I remember him lying down next to me. I remember putting one of my legs up against his legs. I'm not sure how long I slept. But suddenly he was waking me up and walking me to my room, I remember him saying in this sad tone, "I know you would want to wake up in your bed and not mine".
Slowly I started to see Craig different. He was the only guy not fucking everybody and the turning point was in Monaco. I dressed up because we were going to the famous casinos. When I walked in, the way he looked at me- it was so cute. It was the first time sober that just he and I hung out. We just sat and talked about our past relationships while everyone else got drunk. We walked by ourselves without drinking and then at one point he takes out his digital camera to show me some of the pictures he had taken of this bridge I hadn;'t gotten to see. As I am looking over his shoulder, all of a sudden I see all these pictures of me where I'm not looking at the camera. He got really embarassed and mumbled,"Oh I was just trying to take a picture of the museum behind you". It was his reaction that made me think otherwise plus that there were like 5 pictures of "sites" with me being the only one in them! I remember looking at him differently. That night everyone else did tequila shots off each other while he and I just talked. The next day, I decided I liked him and it was time. I remember walking in for dinner and it was like, we both knew. Our eyes met and without him taking his eyes off me he walked right up to me and said something flirtacious. That night we all went to the bar and he and I kind of separated ourselves from the group. I worried that perhaps he only wanted me because he didn't think he could have me, because I had made it clear early on I wouldn't be hooking up with him or my tourmates. But I couldn't resist any longer. So when he walked me to the bathroom, I turned to him and said,
"I don't need to kiss you, I don' want to fuck you. All I want to do is this" and I rubbed my body against his and ran my hands from his chest to his stomach and along his arms (WHat? He had the hottest body!!). He looked at me in surprise and disbelief, which quickly turned to lust. I looked back at him,
"There, that's it. That's all I wanted to do." I said and then started to walk away.
"Wait, wait, wait." he said, grabbing my arm gently and pulling me to him. We looked at each other and in my head I thought, "Well maybe this kiss will make me like him less cause he could be really bad". So slowly, we both leaned in and when his lips touched mine- bham, it was over. The kiss was amazing. He skillfully played with my mouth and when it was over, I groaned,
"Aww man, you're a good kisser as well!" He laughed. That was on the 15th day of the tour. I waited quite a bit after that before we slept together which seemed like months since we were in a spring break environment and EVERYONE was doing it, in rooms next to us! I noticed he didn't like the wait. I remember one night we went to this huge club in Florence where 5 other Contiki Tour Groups were with us. I worried Craig would want to party it up with his boys, forget about me, and partake in all the casual sex going on. Grant it, we were on vacation, I was even tempted at times because the locals were so hot! But that night he was all by my side all night, but kind of on the quiet side. At one point, I left him alone to dance with my girls and this hot blonde walked up to him and from the corner of my eye, I watched him ignore her and brush her off. After that, I knew I was going to do him. We left the club early and when we got to my cabin, he was so quiet.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing" he said.
"C'mon you've been quiet all night..."
"It's just it makes me upset that you don't trust me. I want to sleep with you so bad but you -" Previously, I had said I wasn't ever going to have sex with him. I had always been one to only use sex when I was in love or in a relationship. I assumed in this fling, I wouldn't want to bring sex to the table. But I changed my mind. I put my finger over his mouth and grinded my crotch into his.
"Shhh..."
"Just hear me out-"
"No, cause I want to BE with you too..."
"Yes, but- wait what?"
"You heard me, I want to BE with you" I said moving my hips seductively against his. He looked at me,
"You don't have to just cause I want to, I want you to-"
"Will you stop arguing with me? I want to too" I said sexily. My saying I wanted him dilated his pupils in those pretty green eyes.
"Are you sure?" AT this point I was already in his arms.
"Yes." We looked at each other and then kissed. The sex was tender and sweet. It was so dark that we kept touching and feeling each other's faces to make sure we were still there. It was sex that made me ache at how tender it was. AFterwards he goes,
"I love making love to you. I love the noises you make" I snuggled in closer.
"I love the noises you make" he squirmed a little.
"You do?"
"Yep, they're hot"
"I always thought they were annoying" I giggled, he's 22 let's give him a break.
"No, it makes me want you more." We kissed and then went to bed. His friends came over to have sex with my roommates and when they saw us in bed together they clapped and said, "Finally Craig got more than 'Hugs"!" which they had nicknamed him because he hung out with me so much and all he got were "hugs", did I mention they were 22 as well?
Anyways. after that we had this passionate fling in which we spent 24/7 together, had one hot arguement in the rain, and said a tearful goodbye to what we thought was forever.
Since then, we email every so often. He's called me once before this. He knows about Mark. Craig even dated a girl for a couple months. But he drunk dialed me right now and I gotta say of course I like Mark... but Craig? Still makes me a flustered schoolgirl!
Luv, Jane
P.S. After asking how Mark and I were, he said he missed me and informed me he may getting a job at the Australian embassy here in the US. That would be interesting... But I'll believe it when I see it.
