Where it happened: Iceland!
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was an exchange student who got moved out of my arranged family’s house because they were part of some cult. My “emergency” last minute pick-up family was a single mother, Yuli, and her 17-year-old daughter Erika. (Neither would have been OK under normal circumstances.)
First thing: Up to the age of 55, all Icelandic women are gorgeous. Spectacular. At 55 about one in ten starts to look her age. The rest are beautiful until they die.
Yuli and Erika apparently hadn’t had a guy in the house on a regular basis for ten or 12 years, which tells me there is something seriously wrong with Icelandic men. Or maybe there is just too much of a selection. ANYWAY,
Because they were used to living alone (good thing; small house), they didn’t think anything about walking around at night wearing only a t-shirt and panties, or walking from the shower to the bedroom in only a towel. They told me later once they thought about it they would have been more modest except I didn’t over react and because people in Iceland aren’t AS hung up about these things.
I lusted after Erika (and Yuli, for that matter) from day one but didn’t say or do anything because I was a guest in their house. After six or seven weeks Erika and I finally “connected” one night over calculus homework. Nothing serious, just holding hands and hugging. First kiss the next night. Several kisses the next few nights.
I shoulda known something was “up” when Yuli came out of the bathroom not really wrapped in her towel. I’m just sitting in the living room, reading and listening to music and she walks out of the door across the hall and she has a towel but she’s using it to dry her hair. Hung up or not, I couldn’t help but stare. And she just smiled, turned and walked up the hall, still drying her hair.
Then Erika came out of her bedroom in her pink shortie night shirt. And NO PANTIES. I didn’t know what to say or do. No girl I ever dated in the U.S. did anything like that. She just nested on the coach with me and pulled a little Afghan thing over herself. Then Yuli comes out and she’s dressed in this really short little black dress and she has a date! Sorry kids, won’t be back before midnight or 1 o’clock. Be good. Bye. Click.
Erica sat up, pulled off that t-shirt, turned around, leaned on my chest, looked me in the face with those perfect blue eyes and asked, “It is your first time?” All I could do was nod. She threw some pillows on the floor, helped me off with my clothes and then taught me how to do sex. She sat on my face and told me how to use my tongue to give her pleasure. When she’d gotten off and was throughly wet, she slid down and rode me. And when I came too soon, she just smiled and started kissing me again. I was hard again in like half a minute. Or two. We made love a couple of times and then we screwed like rabbits. Finally, she went down on me until I got one more erection, she turned around, leaned over the coach and I took her from behind. Things are getting pretty intense, Erika has her fingers dug into the coach, her toes are clenching and her back is arching and Yuli walks in the front door. And now HER panties are gone. (It was a SHORT black dress.) She didn’t even pause. She just slipped out of that dress, said, “Good night,” and walked off to her bedroom. Erika grabbed my hand and moaned something in Norwegian. I figured it was “don’t stop now!” So I didn’t.
Long story short, I moved into Erika’s room for the rest of my year in Iceland. Yuli and Erika and I spent a lot of time in the sauna and, well, everything. When Erika finished high school (or the Icelandic equivalent) she moved to Alabama so we could go to school and live together. We’ve been married for almost five years, have a wonderful daughter and a baby on the way. And Erika is still the sexiest, most beautiful, most passionate and horniest lover a man could imagine. I’m just luckier than I can imagine and it all started when the cult parents threw me out. How funny is that?
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