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Sweet Sweden (Couples Getaway)Sweet SwedenIt was a hot and sticky day in London. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, splicing through marshmallow like clouds. I was in the flat, just finishing up some last minute packing. I checked to see if my flight was on time and everything looked good. For my outfit I had finally settled on a denim mini skirt and a teal tank top. I had quite a bit of walking to do so I packed my straw espadrilles and sported a pair of black Nike runners. I looked over the flat one more time before locking up and heading out.It was a short hike to the nearest tube station. I was grateful for my Nikes as I walked along the road toward my destination. Upon arriving it was a short wait for the next train, then I was off. Heathrow was about an hour away by Tube and I settled in for the ride, just people watching as the train made its many required stops along the way. Once arriving at the airport I trucked off the train and started the check in process with SAS. I didn’t really budget my time right and once I received my gate assignment I began to groan; It was one of the farthest gates from check in. I was happy once again for my Nikes. I decided to jog to the gate as it was very close to boarding time. It took about ten to fifteen minutes before I reached the gate and met the agents before entering the boarding area. It was just enough time to take off my Nikes and switch them out for my straw espadrilles. Some people were observing me as I switched footwear, I didn’t mind. I kept checking myself making sure everything about my appearance was perfect, starting to feel the nerves set in as I realized I would soon be in Sweden being greeted by my boyfriend.Gosh that was the problem. Making sure my hair and makeup were perfect, skirt proper, heels on. My stomach tied in knots and somersaulted as I waited patiently for the plane to start boarding. It would only be awhile now before I would be sucking in the crisp Scandinavian air. As I looked around at the other passengers clearly I was the only one dressed so scantily. I thought it normal for June but apparently others traveling to Sweden opted for pants or jeans and a shirt. I had quite the bit of skin exposed but there was nothing I could do now to change my appearance. I wanted to look good and this was what I decided on.Once we started boarding I shuffled into my seat and got comfortable. It was a short flight from London to Gothenburg and I knew I wouldn’t have much time to gather myself and my thoughts as I went through the motions of travel till I was finally reunited with my boyfriend. People filed into the plane but no one sat near me at the back. When boarding was complete I had a whole row to myself. Then I was alone with my thoughts. Wondering if he would recognize me since it had been so long, wondering if he would see me as I walked through a throng of people in the airport, praying I wouldn’t miss him. I was never more nervous in my life. We were young, only 21 at the time, and I wasn’t supposed to be going to Sweden to see my boyfriend. If dealing with the nerves about meeting him weren’t enough, then I had to worry about the Passport Control officers stamping my passport. Then I worried about having to speak Swedish, which I was terrible at. Before I knew it my mind was going in a hundred different directions and I felt the plane lurch into the air.The flight was short as expected and the plane hauled itself up the tarmac to a parking spot. There was no jetbridge. türbanlı bitlis escort The stairs popped out of the side of the plane and people started to make their way out. Now I am terrible in heals but this was even more difficult walking down a narrow stairway and out onto a tarmac, especially when I was a ball of nerves. I was visibly the only person wearing heals on the flight and when it came time for my turn to go down the steps I wobbled a bit, gripping the handrails tightly as I shuffled down the steps onto the tarmac. Just as I was getting my footing and made my way across the tarmac I realized I had to go up stairs to get into the terminal. It wasn’t the end yet. Feeling a bit less nervous and on solid ground, I navigated these steps with more ease.I approached Passport Control and pushed my passport under the small glass window to one of two officers who stared blankly back at me as I smiled. After answering a few questions I was free to go. Just had to hop on an escalator to get to the baggage area and then out the exit doors to find my boyfriend. I stared at my reflection in the glass going down the escalator. Fixing my hair, straightening my shirt and skirt. The nerves were kicking in big time now. I got my bearings and found the exit doors. I stopped momentarily to take a look around the baggage claim area and watched as others exited through the doors, trying to catch a glimpse of the people waiting beyond the doors. Finally I took a deep breath and made my way toward the doors. Hesitantly I pushed them open and walked through.As I exited the doors a wave of outdoor light washed over me, the sun beginning to set in the background. It was a small group of people but enough people in the confined area to make looking for anyone difficult. Not wanting to stop and look lost or out of place, I continued to walk forward till I heard my name and a hand pulling on my shoulder from behind me. I realized it was him. I had totally blanked him! I started to apologize when he cut in, incredulous that I had missed him in the small sea of people outside the doors. Before we could argue my lack of perception any longer, he indicated that we had to move along to catch the bus into the center of town before it left. I was happy when we were sitting down on the bus. It was me and him and I could still smell the lingering scent of a fresh shower on him. His hair was flopped over lazily, slightly curling under and out at the ends. With glasses perched on his button nose, he looked at me inspecting me, taking me in. We made small talk on the way to town, the tension between us building. One more connection before we could go home, just a tram ride to his town.Upon arrival, he took my things and we trudged off the tram. The sun was in its final stages of setting and he rushed ahead running wildly through a pack of seagulls that inhabited the courtyard. We made our way up the winding staircase into his cozy flat and flung my things comfortably onto the floor. The lights were low and the flat very clean. He cornered me up against the door, peering down on me from hair covered eyes then gently leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. We finally fell into a nice hug, firmly squeezing each other. No words were exchanged.Finally he indicated that though it was late he had planned on cooking dinner for us and told me to relax on the couch while he took control of the kitchen. Not being able to stand being in a different türbanlı bitlis escort bayan room from him, I snuck into the kitchen and started cleaning dishes in the sink. After he had some food on the stove he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck kissing it. It was so easy to get lost in that moment, the water running from the faucet, I let my head tilt to the side and I closed my eyes as he kissed me. We continued to wash the dishes together like that until he had to tend to the stove.Dinner was delightful. It was simple yet satisfying. We ate quietly, smiling at each other through bites of food. Under the table we were playing with each other’s feet, like c***dren. After dinner we retired to the couch to watch a movie. Though as you might guess not much movie watching happened. As soon as we were able to cuddle, we were laying length wise on the couch, me tucked into his arm as he held me close. Before I knew what was happening we were kissing, legs entwining, my outside leg creeping higher and higher up his body and his arm creeping lower and lower toward my bum. We were inseparable. His fingers began to peel aside the top stitching of my denim skirt, fingertips lightly scratching against the tender skin of my bum. He looped his fingers around the band to my thong and slowly pushed it to one side of my bum as he ran his fingers down my backside inching closer and closer towards my pussy. I was so entranced in cuddling him and deeply kissing him I could barely move or breather. His expert fingers read me like a book and continued their way south till the encountered soft mounds of flesh outside my pussy. I kept my eyes closed shut and he gently began stroking my pussy lips with his fingers and then, he lightly bit down on my bottom lip as he sneakily slipped two fingers inside my wet, waiting snatch. A little moan and a gasp escaped my lips but I kept focused on kissing him passionately as he began to gently finger me.At this point, neither of us were watching the movie and it was just background noise. We were both fully clothed still, his one hand stroking my hair lovingly and his other hand sliding in and out of my tight little snatch. I couldn’t help but notice his hardon pressing against the fly of his distressed jeans. I began to fumble with the buttons till I had free his uncut cock and began lightly fondling it. We stayed like this for a long while till he moved my position, now laying alongside him with one leg thrown over the couch and the other leg d****d over his lap. He still had my thong pushed aside but instead of penetrating me he moved to my clit. He knew this was my most sensitive spot and he expertly twirled it, changing the pressure and switching from rubbing it with one or two fingers. This went on for some time, a puddle began forming in the crease of my arse. I started to figit a bit more, getting hot and uncomfortable but I couldn’t not break from our embrace and kiss. He spoke to me softly and lovingly, stroking my lady bits, teasing my clit, brushing the pads of his fingers against the opening to my very wet slit.By the time we looked at the clock it was nearly 4am. After both noticing we both agreed it was better to go to bed now so that we could fully enjoy the day tomorrow on my limited time in Sweden. Reluctantly we stopped making out and changed into our bed clothes. Boxer briefs for him in stripes and booty shorts and türbanlı escort bitlis a pink cami for me. It took forever to go to sleep after being so highly aroused but alas I drifted off to dreams of us making sweet love in the morning. Little did I know, my dreams weren’t far off.I awoke the next morning to sun streaming through the shuttered windows and a slight warmth in the air. My boyfriend was stroking my forehead gently talking to me about my sleep and how I was feeling. I told him I couldn’t stop thinking of him and in that moment he leaned down, bouncy curls falling in front of his face and kissed me. He pulled me close, urgently hiking my outer leg up and over his hip. He firmly placed a hand on my exposed buttock and squeezed it hard drawing me in closer. After lots of kissing and massaging of my tits and ass, he told me to flip over on my stomach for a massage. I didn’t say anything I just did as I was told.As I laid there I could feel his body lingering over me in the air, shifting around from side to side on the bed. He leaned forward and pushed the back of my shirt up exposing my skin. He placed two hands on my bum and pushed my shorts up high to my waist exposing a bare bum and some bits of my shaven pussy. He then leaned over me, and when I thought I was getting a massage I soon learned I was not. In one full swoop with one hand, he grabbed the middle of my shorts and pushed it up high to the side fully exposing my slit to him. I never heard or felt him free his cock from his boxer briefs but before I knew it a very stiff and slender cock was gently pushing past my outer lips up into my womb. After he slipped in effortlessly, he leaned forward placing all his weight on me and his head near my ear. He said, casually, “I hope you don’t mind” and with that began to plow away at my tight pink pussy. I could hear my sex juices allowing his long skinny cock to slide deeper into my pussy with each thrust, eventually I arched my bum so he could get more leverage to slide in deeper. Soon his balls were slapping against my arse and we were moving together as one. Suddenly, he readjusted one of my legs and bent it at a 90 degree angle and twisted his hips a bit and began plowing away at me in that crooked angle. I started to feel things I had never felt before. Little fireworks were popping off inside my body. Overcome with sensations I began to slide a hand down towards my pussy so that I could rub my little clit. It didn’t take long after touching it before I shuddered and came all over his cock with him lodged deep inside me. He leaned down and kissed me telling me how precious I was to him, adding in some other lovely and flowery language. This continued for awhile and I could feel his cock thicken and I knew he was close to climax. I was expecting him to pull out and cum on my buttocks but he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind, whispered in my ear, “I have dreamt of doing this to you forever” and with one final push, slid his cock as deep as possible into my fertile womb and poured streams and streams of hot sticky cum deep into my slit. He kissed my neck and shoulders for awhile, complimenting me on my prowess in bed, cock still lodged in my pussy.After he finally pulled out, I whirled around to face him. I looked between his legs to see his cock glistening in the sunlight full of our sex juices mixed together. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, cleaning off all the juices that I could, giving his cock a few extra sucks for good measure.We talked a bit more after our steamy morning sex session and hopped into the shower and after decided to explore the city by foot. That night we would go out to dinner as I was leaving back for London the next day. Though the relationship didn’t last due to the long distance nature, it was some of the best sex in my life to date. The End.

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