My First Time with the Viking: Endless Tease to Explosive Surrender
In my tiny apartment, the big cold bed mocked me every night. Fed up, I invited Niels over. Pretext: help with his French paper. Truth: I craved that tall blond Viking. Short brunette with green eyes and uneven curves, I felt small next to him. But our chats clicked—same tastes, even if I fudged some.
I baked a local pie, set the table, hid candles nearby. Slipped into my flirty pink floral dress, white heels, wild short hair veiling my eyes. Doused my cleavage in perfume—tiny bra barely containing my tits, peeking out.
The Approach
Doorbell. Heart slams. Mirror check: good enough. Open. Fuck, he’s stunning in jeans and tee, no suit. Bouquet in my arms, chaste cheek kiss. I eye his tight ass as he walks in.
Dinner flows. He loves the pie, apple tart. Couch time, ‘reviewing’ his paper. Dress rides up, legs bare above knees. I lean in—plunging neckline for him. Peek through my hair, lips parted. He stutters. Shifts. Leans closer…
Bang! ‘Nathalie!’ Door pounds. Brother-in-law Norbert barges in, hunting his wife. Spots Niels. Awkward hellos. I shove him out. Explain. Mood killed.
Reset: dress adjusted, cleavage primed, hair veiled. Dusk falls, room glows orange. We inch closer. Tension thick. He turns…
‘Sophie!’ Sister Nathalie storms in, manic about Norbert. Same routine: spot Niels, shove out. ‘Nice guy!’ Slam door.
The Instant
Again: pour wine, knees crossed, dress slips—oops, fix it. He pulls papers away, drawing me in. My neck brushes his. He ogles my tits. Vicious little tease. I turn, eyes meet. Desire burns. Closer. Door glance—’No risk,’ I whisper.
‘Sophie, Nathalie!’ Mom has keys, bursts in mid-rant about family drama. Third time. Shoo her out—’Cute guy!’ Slam.
Niels laughs. I’m wrecked. Moral zero. Grab papers off floor—bam, he pins me against him. Arms lock my back. ‘Whatever happens, I’m not letting go.’ Tender kiss turns hungry. Tongues clash. I claw under his shirt, feel his broad chest. His hands grab my ass, stroke my back. God, desired.
I break free, grab his hand: ‘Come.’ Bedroom. Clothes rip off. Naked against his sculpted body, hard cock on my belly. On my back, his head between thighs. Tongue circles my pussy, fingers everywhere—tits, belly. Flips me prone, kisses up legs, dives into my wet slit. Lingers at my ass—shiver. Up my back, cock nudging. Grabs tits, pinches nipples as he slides in. Huge. Every inch stretches me full. Slow thrusts build. Hand in my bush, circles my clit. Hips buck, he grinds deep, circular, owning my ass. I explode—stars, waves crashing.
All night: him plunging, between tits, in my mouth. I taste his salty cum, he devours every inch—sweat-soaked frenzy. Last round: I demand he fill me, suck him slick till soft. Collapse tangled.
Morning light. Bed wrecked. Morning wood exploited—I ride, he paints me. Head on his belly, he fondles my tits. ‘What a night. Next time, my place—every night.’ Innocence gone. Heart full. New horizons wide open.
