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It was Friday night in Reykjavík. And it was also summer, so it wasn’t really dark, although the sun was not visible. I went on a drive at 12:30 to visit a lesser-known hot spring. A few people were there in the water, which flowed off the spring and over the surrounding landscape of broken lava.It is a spiritual experience for Icelanders, to be more or less naked, and standing in the fiery warmth of nature; with a cold, and windy sky roaring above. There was a couple there too, I think they were speaking French. They looked at me, probably because I did have the typical look of a Viking, short hair but a platted and brownish-red beard.It bores me that people have become so obsessed with Viking culture, but without properly understanding it. I’ve met guys from America who claim to be Vikings, yet they don’t speak a word of our tongue. To me, it is my tongue, my language. That is the living Norse spirit, which lives in me.In fact, I was pretty old fashioned towards the modern world. I was totally straight. I’d only ever had relationships with women, where I was the typical manly man, who does outdoors stuff, and who goes to the gym of course. Ah, fuck. But I knew inside, that none of that really meant shit. I wasn’t really sure who I was, and I was straight by default, imagining that a non-straight situation would never arise. It wasn’t me, after all, the manly man.This other lady walked into the pool, I turned, distracted by the splashing. She immediately made me think, ‘Wow… she’s beautiful.’ And when I say a woman is beautiful, I don’t mean her body, I mean her energy, the look of self in her eyes. And her body was also beautiful, on that note. Although, her body was a bit different. She had some things about her that were not typically feminine, even though everything about her was ‘feminine’.She had short, black hair, a cute nose and face, and beautiful blue eyes. She looked about 28, or 29. I was bursa escort 35. She stood in the shallow water, looked across to me and smiled. I smiled back, and then looked away. Was she smiling in an ‘attracted to this man’ kind of way? I got the impression from her look, that she saw me as a good person who, she would feel comfortable talking to.She got into the pool on the other side, facing me. She was wearing a swimming costume, which went over her chest, but she had no breasts at all. This was obviously a bit different. Her black swimsuit went down her relatively petite chest and waist, down to her slightly wider hips. I noticed that between her slender hips, there was a great bulge in her swimsuit. I think she noticed me looking, and gave a kind of innocent and happy smile, blushing slightly and stepped into the water.’She probably doesn’t have a penis,’ I thought to myself, allowing my mind to wander towards Sunday’s planned hiking adventure in the West Fjords. But really, I was trying to distract myself from wanting to talk to her, though I did want to. Her smile invited kindness and friendliness, and I wanted to receive her, with the same kindness and goodness. At about 1 am, the French people left, and the mysterious girl began to speak with me. She had the most beautiful voice, and the cutest smile I had ever seen. We flirted and looked at one another. She was just amazing. I kept noticing things. Imagining what it would be like, to be holding her in this pool, and kissing. But, with no breasts pressing between us, just the flatness of our chests. Maybe I would be sitting on her lap, my legs around her. I wondered if I would feel her hand against my arse, as we kissed. With her holding me tightly. Her arms were thin and feminine, but had cute muscles too. I imagined her arms around me, holding me to her chest. I would feel safe there, loved. I imagined what we then might do. bursa escort bayan I snapped out of the thoughts.Before I knew it, this is what was happening. We kissed romantically. Her arms were around me and I saw that she had dark, underarm hair. Her wild, more masculine qualities, blended beautifully with her feminine energy. She looked at me and I saw a goddess, touching my chest in the warm water, and running her fingers over my chest hair.She held me in her arms, after our kissing had somehow, naturally become so much closer and more romantic; as though we already knew one another. She then said, “I’m camping at this campsite nearby. And then tomorrow I’m flying back from Keflavík to meet my husband. Would you like to come back to my tent?”I set myself back slightly. And replied, “But, you have a husband, that makes things different.””No, we have an open marriage. So, it’s okay, he won’t mind, and this is what I want to do.”She looked into my eyes and smiled, a warm smile, which made me feel very at ease. “By the way, you need to know something”, she said, holding my hand and moving it down her swimsuit.I felt the bobbing movement on a big cock, inside her suit, through the fabric, it was hard. A part of me was thinking, ‘this isn’t me.’ Whilst the other part of me felt extremely happy, and turned on. Especially that being kissed by me, would be making her so hard. Either way, I liked her. She was lovely, and we both wanted to connect with each other.”Hmm, seems like it’s okay then,” she said, smiling and stepping out of the pool. Her erection looked unnaturally large in her swimsuit, and against her relatively slender body, although she was nearly as tall as me. Giggling and laughing, we ran back to my car through the cold air, not bothering to get changed. It only took five minutes to drive to the campsite. We both knew that there would be sparks and sweat, as soon as we stepped escort bursa into her tent.Her tent was large enough, and felt warm because of the extra layer on the inside. We fell into a sea of blankets, and began kissing again. Her arms holding me to her, and stroking down my bare back. Soon my swimming shorts were pushed against her crotch as we kissed, magically, holding each other and kissing. We began to grind our hips in a sexual motion. Our hips meant that our cocks were touching, through our swimsuits. I remember thinking, ‘Wow, why is this so beautiful, and why does it feel so much like me? Why does my body seem to tell me, that this is natural?’We undressed and she turned off the lamp. Lying upon her again, we repeated the same action, this time, her big cock was sprung upward to touch mine. She took them both in her hand, and began to jerk us off together. Slowly, I felt her stretchy foreskin, being rubbed against mine, and my cock seemed to become harder and more sensitive, than it had ever been before.”Do you want to try 69?” she asked.”Would you like to?” I asked, stroking my hands down her, as she continued to move her hips. My hands touched her erect penis, feeling her warm girth in my hands. She jerked her hips a little more, giggling a little and sighing with pleasure. “I want to. I want to suck you, and if you suck me, then I’ll make you mine.”I climbed over her again, and she stroked our cocks together in her hand, kissing me gently. “I want to suck your cock, goddess,” I replied, whispering gently to her ear. She pulled me closer, and whispered to my ear, “Then, suck my big cock, Viking.” And so, I turned around over her, kneeling down over her crotch. I felt her hands on my cock, drawing it into the wetness of her mouth, shortly followed by the rough sounds of sexual sucking.My fingers ran through her richly thick pubic hair, smelling the magical, and unfamiliar aroma of her cock. I held her cock in my hands, familiarizing myself with its girth, sliding her loose, and thick foreskin back and forth. I had never felt another cock before, nor had I ever expected I would, especially not the cock of a beautiful, and kind woman.
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