This short story is based on narratives told by friends of mine. Thus, sorry to say I haven't been the lucky one to get such a holiday.
My great thanks to LallyH who has made a tremendous job to get my English more smooth.
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Hi there
It all began in the most southern part of Sweden. A dull and ugly day. The rain poured from heaven.
My husband, George, and I, Mary, had decided to take a week off for skiing in the far north. As you perhaps know, Sweden is a country of some length. From the most southern part, up into the snowy mountains in the north, you have to travel for at least 800 miles. That means that normally you wouldn't use a car: of course you could go by air, but it's more delightful to go by train.
We had packed our skis and some suitable clothes for the train trip to the far north. It felt peculiar to hire our skis from the store and then carry them out on the wet streets of the city into the cab taking us to the railway station.
The first part of our journey was the day train ride to Stockholm, the capital, and from there we had to take the night train for the north.
George and I had booked a first class sleeping compartment for two. As we entered the train, we found it - a small one with two beds, with the luxury of an ensuite shower room and toilet. After having put down our luggage, we went to the dining-car. There were plenty of people but we found a table for four. Two of the seats were already occupied by (as we would learn later) a nice couple, Anne and Adam. They were also destined for the same ski village that we had chosen.
After ordering some food and a bottle of wine just as the train left the station, we acquainted ourselves with our new friends. The conversation was amusing with much laughter and interesting stories about previous made trips to ski resorts in the mountains.
I found Adam very attractive. I looked at George now and then and saw that his eyes were fixed to Anne's fabulous breasts. Her jumper showed off a well-shaped pair of 34D tits which I sure he was imagining getting hold of.
Adam seemed to respond to my longing eyes. The atmosphere was charged. We ate the food and drank the wine as the train travelled north. The darkness outside the dining-car windows was interrupted only by flashes of light as we passed through stations.
Adam looked with a smile at George and said: "What do you think of a wife swap?" George looked at me in embarrassment.
"Haha, you guys would feel happy then?" I laughed.
Eventually it was time to return to our sleeping compartments. Together with Anne and Adam, we walked through the narrow corridors of the sleeping coaches. When we arrived at ours, we found to our astonishment that they had got the compartment next door.
Adam embraced me and said "You may have a night kiss at least." He kissed my lips!
Anne smiled and said "It would be nice if I got the same attention!"
George wasn't slow to respond. He hugged her and held her tight, kissing her sincerely, whilst drawing her into our compartment!
I just looked in astonishment at him. Was this the ski vacation we had dreamt of?
Adam whispered in my ear that it was allright. He took my hands and I followed him into their compartment. I wasn't prepared for this situation and the thought of being his lover, although as I looked down at his crotch, I knew he would be great in the bed. The growing swell of his trousers was obvious.
But I'd never made love with anybody else but my husband! He was the man who took my virginity.
I have always being very shy. I think it is because of my less than developed body - my small tits, only AA size and my rather tiny bottom -- that I felt wouldn't be attractive to men. I always was full of horror when forced to strip, even in front of my female gynaecologist!
Now I stood in front of Adam who was seated on the edge of the bed. He asked me to turn around. In front of me there was a mirror showing me from my knees upwards. His hands moved up my thighs and stopped at the waistband. He unzipped my slacks and pulled them slowly to the floor.
Then he asked me to remove my jumper. Oh heavens! My face was blushing. Hesitantly I pulled it over my head. I never wear a bra and so, standing in front of the mirror, I could see the image of my small tits, my flat tummy and a pubic bone accentuated by the hipster waistline fabric.