Going on Exchange

[suprem00]

This is a story of my experience as an exchange student in the UK. Parts of the story are true, embellished with some fiction. Obviously, names and location and some other details are changed.

Chapter 1

“Ladies and gentlemen, as we begin our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position, and your seat belt is securely fastened. All carry-on luggage should be stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate. Thank you. Cabin crew, please prepare for landing.”

The announcement came on just as the credits for the movie I was watching on the in-flight entertainment system started to roll. I took off the headphones and tried to stretch a little, having been trapped in this tiny seat for the past 13 plus hours. I looked to my right and gave Glenn a slight nudge to wake him up.

“Eh? Reach already?” he asked groggily.
“Landing soon,” I replied, staring out the window.

I have never travelled to Europe before. The realisation that I will be spending the next 5 months here is finally beginning to sink in as we fly over the beautiful city, approaching the famous Heathrow Airport.

“Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing.”

The plane flew into airport without a hitch and made a smooth landing. Just as the passengers began to get excited, the pilot’s voice came over the announcement system again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to London Heathrow. The local time now is 3:30pm. The temperature outside is 12°C, with a slight drizzle ongoing. For your safety, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Fasten Seat Belt sign is turned off. On behalf of Singapore Airlines and the cabin crew, thank you for flying with us. We look forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a pleasant stay!”

Despite the announcement, several groups of passengers began to leave their seat and started to reach for their luggage in the overhead compartments. Glenn and I looked at each other and shook our head. “Singaporeans”, I said, as we shared a quick laugh.

The Fasten Seat Belt sign finally went off, and we too stood up to reach for our luggage. After retrieving our luggage from the overhead compartment, Glenn noticed Emily and Mary struggling with theirs and went over to assist them.

It’s kinda weird how the 4 of us will be spending the next 5 months together since we only just met a few months ago. We were NTU students who got into NTU’s overseas exchange programme. The exchange office linked us up after we were allocated to the same university for our exchange, and we met up only twice to sort out our flight and accommodation details. The morning before our flight was only the third time I ever saw Glenn, Emily and Mary.

Both Glenn and I were year 3 students, although we were in different courses. Glenn is your average guy, not too bad looking, although a little on the chubby side. To tell the truth, over the next 5 months, I would eventually find him pretty boring to be around. Maybe we just don’t share the same interests.

Emily and Mary were only in their 2nd year and were studying in the same course. From the few short conversations I had with them, I figured the two girls to be pretty close friends, although they had wildly different personalities. Mary appeared to be a rather independent girl who can hold her own, and is not afraid of trying new things and visiting new places. She would have been an ideal girl for me, but, let’s just say, I usually go for girls who are….much higher in the looks department. Emily, on the other hand, is rather pleasant looking, but she is the shy and quiet catholic girl type, the kind who have been sheltered by her parents all her life.

I sighed a little as I observed the 3 of them struggling with their luggage. Why didn’t I choose another university to go on exchange to? One where I could hang out with hot beautiful girls everyday instead of Glenn, Emily and Mary?

Well, at least my girlfriend promised to come and visit me during NTU’s recess week two months from now. Damn, I miss Louisa already. My cock twitched as I recalled the amazing car ride we shared the morning before my flight………

[suprem00]

Chapter 2

“I’ll miss you”, Louisa said as she looked over to me. “I’ll miss you too, baby”, I replied, reaching for her hand with my left, as my right hand remained on the steering wheel. My left hand naturally moved towards her lap, slowly inching up under her sundress that covered barely half her thighs.

I have never been a huge fan of big boobs. Sure, boobs are nice to have, but what excites me the most is a pair of long smooth toned legs. Give me a pair of sexy legs under a short skirt, dress or tiny FBT, and you can get me to do anything for you. Louisa was a godsent. She had the looks of the perfect girl next door. She doesn’t really play much sports, but she somehow possessed this long pair of slightly tanned and well-toned legs – not overly muscular and not too skinny – just perfectly shaped. She had a slim figure, not too skinny as to skin and bones, but having just the right amount of meat at the right places. She didn’t have huge breasts, just average Singaporean women sized. But like I said, I’m not huge on big boobs, and her other qualities more than make up for it. She was a head turner, and it always gave me a huge ego boost when other guys enviously look on as she hangs off my arms in public.

As my hand got closer to her panties, she pushed my hand away. “Focus on the road”, she said, as she stuck out her tongue at me. I gave her a little frown as I returned both hands to the steering wheel. She replied with a sweet smile, followed by biting her lower lip and hiking up her dress a little further. “Oh god, Lou, why are you so fucking hot”, I said as I felt my cock start to harden. She moved her right hand over, landing on my pants and stroking, feeling my cock harden. “Ooh, getting hard, darling?”, she leaned over and whispered into my ear. I looked at her, exasperated, and nodded. Louisa slowly undid my pants button and zipper, pulling my hard cock out from under my underwear. She gently massaged my balls and stroked my cock, knowing best how I liked my hand jobs.

After several minutes, she leaned over to my ear once again, and whispered, “Want to finish in my mouth, darling?”. Her sexy voice coupled with her expertly stroking my cock almost made me swerve out of the lane. I responded by guiding her head down towards my lap. She licked along the underside of my shaft, teasing me, carefully avoiding the head of my penis. It went on for a while before I got impatient and pushed her head downwards. Louisa finally parted her lips and took me into her warm mouth. I was having trouble focusing on the road as her head bobbed up and down, guiding her lips across my penis, while her tongue gently licks and flicks at the head of my penis.

It was to both my relief and disappointment when I finally reached the car park of Changi Airport. Relief that I managed to get there without crashing, and disappointed that I haven’t cummed yet. I slowly drove towards a quiet corner of the car park and parked the car. Thankfully, the car park was rather empty as it was still early in the morning. Louisa continued with her blowjob, increasing her suction as she felt the car come to a stop. “I’m cumming soon, baby”, I told her in between moans, as she increased the speed of her blow job. I looked down at my beautiful girlfriend, and let my hand roam all over her body, eliciting a soft moan from her. I tugged at her cute little dress, pulling the hem of her dress over her waist, revealing a sexy pair of panties. As I admired her beautiful legs and sensual lingerie, I changed my mind and pulled Louisa up, stopping the blow job.

Louisa looked at me, confused. I put her back onto her seat and lifted the lever, pushing the seat all the way back. “I need to fuck you, Lou.”

[Steventan]

Hey suprem00,
1st supporter here, please carry on
4pts to encourage u

[koebshaq0_0]

Nice story T.S., camping for more.

[prettymannequin]

Getting a feeling that this is gonna be my favourite story of the moment. Update soon please!

[dorky]

Awesome! Its as though I'm ready a story book.

Camping for more!

[eeemen]

Originally Posted by prettymannequin

Getting a feeling that this is gonna be my favourite story of the moment. Update soon please!

Mine too!! Can I join in? Do carry onz bro TS, cheers, ....................

[prettymannequin]

Originally Posted by eeemen

Mine too!! Can I join in? Do carry onz bro TS, cheers, ....................

Hahahah let's share some popcorn.

[xxbenxx]

wa. lucky, not too late to join in.

[alan0338]

camp for more...

[drslump99]

Camping now for this would be a great story.
Some one brought the marshmallow?

[pleasurehobby]

Great story. Memories of those exchange days were always awesome..

[suprem00]

Thanks for all the comments! Quite surprised to see so many supporters reporting in within a few hours of me posting the first 2 chapters.

I know this story is supposed to be about my experiences in Europe, but I couldn't resist telling the story of fucking Louisa one last time before I fly to Europe. I remember my girlfriend, whom Louisa is based on, stayed over at my house for the entire week before I left for my exchange, and we literally fucked day and night the entire week.

To thank you all for the support, here is the next chapter. After this chapter, we will return back to Europe where most of the action will be taking place in this story.
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Chapter 3
I moved over on top of Louisa and brought her face close to me to give her a deep passionate kiss as I pushed the straps of her dress to the side, letting the top of the floral sundress fall to her waist. My hands moved to her back, deftly unclasping her bra, revealing her breasts. Louisa let a soft moan escape her lips when I took her nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it, as she put her hands behind my head, urging me to continue pleasuring her. My hands went south, reaching into her panties, gently caressing her cleanly shaved and incredibly wet pussy. “You’re damn wet, baby”, I teased. I hooked my fingers around the waistband and pulled down her panties. Louisa bit her lower lip and opened her mouth to say something, but hesitated.

After being in a relationship with her for over 2 years, I knew what she was thinking. Most of the time when we had sex, she would make me wear a condom. The rare times when we had sex without protection was during special occasions like anniversaries or holidays, and even then, she would only allow it if it was her safe period and I would have to pull out before cumming. Today was not her safe period and we didn't have a condom with us, since neither of us had expected that we would be having one last quickie before my flight.

But I was not about to stop. No, not today. Not when I am about to be separated from this sexy little thing for the next 2 months. “Baby, please?”, I whispered as I leaned in for a kiss. Louisa hesitated a little, before I felt her spreading her legs a little. Sensing her approval, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and inserted into her in one long and slow stroke. Louisa let out a loud moan as she felt my warm hard cock penetrate her juicy folds. “Fuck me, baby”, she moaned into my ear as I started to move in and out of her with long meaningful strokes, pulling out all the way until only the head of my penis remains in her pussy before slowly plunging the entire length in again and again.

I quickened my pace as I felt myself cumming, ferociously pumping at her wet pussy. “No, no. Stop. Baby, it’s not safe. Pull out!”, Louisa started to panic as she sensed that I was about to cum, trying to push me off her with her hands. I briefly considered ignoring her pleas and cumming deep inside her pussy, but eventually decided to pull out, considering how much it would suck to end this session with a huge fight and leaving for the UK under such circumstances. I love this woman too much to do this to her. I pulled out just as I was about to cum, and tried to manoeuvre myself so that I can cum in her mouth. But the cramped space of the car made it impossible to reach her mouth in time, as I felt strings of cum shoot out from my cock, landing messily on her breasts, face and even some on her hair.

I wish I had taken a photo or even a video of the scene, but I was too exhausted. It must have been quite a sight for anyone who happened to walk past the car, although I don’t think anyone did. A sexy young woman half naked in the front passenger seat, her dress bunched up at her waist, tousled hair and body glistening with sweat, with cum splattered all over her breasts and face.

I slumped back into the driver’s seat, exhausted after the intense morning workout. Louisa reached into the glove compartment for a packet of tissues and cleaned herself up, before leaning over and taking my cock back into her mouth. After cleaning up the leftover cum and pussy juice on my cock, she spit the cum in her mouth onto the tissue paper she had used to clean herself up, before getting dressed.

“I love you suprem00”, “I love you too, Lou”, we told each other as we pushed my luggages into the terminal together.

[jaselee]

great story so far, keep going!

[suprem00]

Chapter 4

After Glenn, Mary and Emily conquered their struggle with the luggages, we finally made our way out of the plane onto the jet bridge connecting the plane to the terminal. I looked out the glass windows and was surprised to see that sun was already begin to set although it was only 3:30pm local time. For Singaporeans like us who have never experienced winter before, this was a rather strange and interesting sight, and it actually took us quite a while before getting used to the short daylight hours in winter. So we did what Singaporeans do best, taking out our phones and snapping some pictures before proceeding to the immigration customs. After taking the pictures, I texted Louisa and my mum despite the exorbitant roaming charges, informing them that I have arrived safely in London.

When we finally made our way to the customs, we realised what a terrible mistake we had made. We were one of the last few passengers from the full Airbus A380 to join to incredibly long queue. Clearing the customs a really long time due to the large number of passengers and the fact that the British customs were rather strict and thorough. By the time we cleared the customs and collected our check-in luggages, the sun had set fully.

Finally in the public area of Heathrow Airport, one of the busiest and most famous airports in the world, the setting for the opening sequence of the 2003 film “Love Actually”, the sight was disappointingly underwhelming. The infrastructure looked rather old and the entire terminal itself was a little too small to handle its 70 million annual passengers, making the entire place took rather crowded and chaotic. We always hear about how our own Changi Airport is (one of) the best in the world, but we never really appreciate how far ahead our airport really is in comparison to other international airports.

We managed to figure out the directions to our university and eventually made our way there through a combination of train and bus. Our university is not located in London itself, but in one of the counties close to Greater London. We reached the campus and located the accommodations office just before 7pm, to find that the office has closed for the day, and a note on the glass door informing new students to contact the campus security using the landline phone for assistance. We dialled the number and informed them that we have arrived, and waited out in the cold dark night. A small group of Italian students arrived before the campus security did, and joined us shivering in the cold despite wearing multiple layers of clothing. When the campus security finally arrived and opened the doors to the office, we all rushed in to the relative warmth, leaving our bags outside.

After filling out all the administrative forms and verifying our identities, we were given our room keys. We were pleasantly surprised to find that Glenn and I were allocated rooms on the same block and floor, although Mary and Emily were allocated to two different blocks. The 4 of us made arrangements to meet again in 30mins for dinner before making our way to our rooms. I headed to my room which was located at the end of the corridor on my floor (Glenn’s room was 3 rooms away from mine). I opened my room door and entered the rather spacious and adequately furnished room, my home for the next few months. I would eventually realise over the next few months that a bed, a desk and chair, a bookshelf, a wardrobe, a fridge, and most importantly a radiator, was all the furniture that you need to live comfortably. My room also had a mirror and sink, although it did not come with an attached shower/toilet. Shower and toilet facilities are shared among the 6 rooms on each floor (a janitor would come and clean the toilet twice a week). There were some accommodation blocks that have rooms with attached toilets, but they were more expensive. The 4 of us had decided that we would rather not have to wash our own toilets anyway!

I turned on the radiator to warm up the room before attempting to connect to the campus wifi on my phone so that I can use WhatsApp and avoid the exorbitant roaming charges for SMS, only to be denied by a login screen. I sighed and put down my phone before opening up my luggages and started to unpack. After some time, I pulled out a warmer winter coat and put it on before leaving my room to meet the rest of them for dinner. We were all famished as our last meal was the inflight lunch over 6 hours ago. We walked to the nearby town centre to find most shops closed before spotting the familiar Golden Arches still lit up at a corner of the town centre. Without any other choice, we headed into McDonald’s for our first meal in Europe. At McDonald’s, we discovered one of the most important things a tourist in Europe would eventually discover. FREE WIFI INTERNET ACCESS! Regardless of where you are in Europe, McDonald’s is to place to go to for free wifi (and free toilets in most countries). Say all you want about corporate greed and globalisation, but McDonald’s is a comforting place to head to when you are overwhelmed as a tourist. McDonald’s offer tourists a safe place to rest after walking for long hours. Free wifi allows you to check your bearings on Google Maps and WhatsApp/Skype with your friends and family. Furthermore, if you need a meal, you can never go wrong with Big Mac, Fries and Coke!

I spent the entire meal chatting with Louisa on WhatsApp, occasionally replying to messages from my mum and other friends in Singapore. Glenn, Mary and Emily were on the phones for the majority of their time too. We would probably have stayed at McDonald’s for a much longer time if not for the staff asking us to leave as they were about to close for the day. We left reluctantly, heading back to our university. We arranged to meet again the following morning, before returning to our respective rooms to turn in for the night.