The Finnish Experience

During my semester studying abroad in Finland, I shared an apartment with three other students: Thomas, a tall and boisterous German guy who loved to drink beer and studied something related to Norse literature that I never bothered to learn about.

Then there was Svetlana, a buxom and carefree Russian chick who didn't mind flaunting her body around the house, often in nothing but her underwear, shamelessly flirting with Thomas.

And last but not least, there was Kimiko. Oh, God! How can I describe her to you? Kimiko was a Japanese girl with long, dark, slightly wavy hair and an angelic face. I love almond-shaped eyes, and Kimiko's were just perfectly cut. She was less busty than Svetlana, but I couldn't help but daydream about her small tits and her firm ass.

Living under one roof with these temptations was no easy feat. Kimiko was less shameless than Svetlana and didn't walk around the house in a bra and panties, but my perverted mind couldn't help but fantasize about her. What could those rosy lips, those delicious feet--I have a foot fetish, by the way--and those delicate little hands do to me? Not to mention fantasizing about the treasure she had hidden between her legs!

For my part, I wasn't at the time, nor am I what you might call a ladies' man. I wasn't shy or awkward in my approaches to the opposite sex, but I wasn't a smooth seducer either. And while Thomas and Svetlana openly flirted without inhibition, there was an underlying sexual tension between Kimiko and me that we couldn't seem to act on. Perhaps it was due to our cultural differences; I knew that Japanese people were more reserved when it came to physical intimacy. But that only added fuel to the fire of my desires for her.

Now and then I tried to make progress with a compliment or a joke. One evening, for example, after Svetlana and Thomas had gone out, I joked with her, "Surely they're in a relationship! We should join in on the fun and get engaged too, don't you think?"

Kimiko giggled, visibly embarrassed at this joke, and all she could muster was a dismissive, "Don't be silly, Steven!"

A few afternoons later, Kimiko and I found ourselves alone once again.

With a sly glint in her eyes, she turned to me and asked, "Do you want to join me in the sauna?"

I forgot to tell you that our house was a small cottage in the suburbs. As is often the case in Finland, it was equipped with a small sauna, where we often sought relaxation and warmth on cold days--which are most of the year in Scandinavia. Normally, we would use it alone, or at most with someone of the same sex--Thomas with me, Svetlana with Kimiko. If there happened to be a boy and a girl, nothing much happened because we were all wearing swimsuits. Sure, Svetlana's was absurdly meager, and her breasts were hard to miss, but I'd rarely shared a sauna with her. With Kimiko there were slightly more occasions, but even in that case, nothing had happened.

I thought about it for a few seconds and then replied, "Sure, why not?"

A few minutes later, I was sitting on the wooden bench in the sauna, wearing my black shorts.

Kimiko arrived shortly after and surprised me with a skimpy, milk-colored bikini that clung to her body like a second skin. My eyes were immediately drawn to her dark nipples and the patch of black pubic hair visible beneath the thin fabric--obviously, she didn't have a shaved pussy. She probably didn't notice the visual effect of the costume because she didn't appear uncomfortable.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, and Kimiko noticed that, so she asked me, "Are you okay, Steven?"

I nodded.

Kimiko smiled at me, but it was a different smile than usual, more... provocative? I wasn't sure if that was an intended or unintended effect. Just like I don't know if she had calculated my reaction when she walked in front of me to take a seat on the other bench and show me her firm buttocks, almost completely uncovered by the thong. Holy shit! Instinctively, I held my hands over my crotch and prayed that my cock wouldn't betray me.

"I wanted to try on this new swimsuit," Kimiko explained to me after she had sat down. "How does it look on me?"

"Well," I searched for the right words. "You are a 10. I mean, you always are, but in this swimsuit you're an 11!"

Kimiko burst out laughing.

I'll spare you the rest of the conversation because we started talking about this and that, how our studies were going, and other stuff. From time to time I poured fragrant water onto the hot stones, triggering an explosion of smoke and aromas that enveloped us voluptuously. Over time, the heat of the sauna took effect and caused sweat to glisten on our half-naked bodies.

While we were talking about a book we were both reading--I don't even remember which one--I took a closer look at Kimiko. Her long black hair was soaked, countless droplets glistened on her pale skin, and her breathing had deepened. She looked like she'd just had a great fuck! This thought made my cock twitch, and I went back to covering my crotch, praying that Kimiko hadn't noticed.

For her part, the Japanese girl suddenly stood up and turned around to give me another look at her firm buttocks. Then she lay down on the bench, on her stomach, and asked me, "Do you want to give me a massage, Steven?"

"Of course!" I replied with genuine enthusiasm.

I hurried to get a bottle of perfumed oil. A second later, I was leaning over Kimiko and rubbing oil into her back. Her skin was soft under the firm touch of my fingers. I could feel the tension slowly melting away as sighs of pleasure escaped from her lips. If I had closed my eyes, I might have mistaken them for soft moans. This thought caused another shiver of excitement to run through my back.

"Is that all right?" I asked at one point.

"Yes," she replied with a small nod, her eyes closed in bliss.

From her back, I moved my hand lower to her legs, making her moan a little louder, and from there I moved down to her feet. I started with the right one. I oiled it well, then took it in my hands and stroked the soles vigorously with my thumbs. Kimiko gasped for air.

"Are you all right?" I whispered, excited.

She stuttered, her cheeks flushing as she struggled to find the words. "Y--yes, it's just so intense. I've never felt anything like it."

I smiled and guided my fingers gently over the arch of her feet. "Feet can be an incredibly erogenous zone. And yours are very beautiful too. A work of art."

Kimiko was used to my playful compliments, but this time my words made her shudder. Or maybe it was my thumbs.

After a while, I switched to the other foot. I admit that I lingered on those beautiful extremities longer than I should have, so Kimiko exclaimed, "I didn't know you were a foot fetishist, Steve!"

"I'm a man full of surprises," I replied and then became bolder and asked, "Can I kiss them?"

I admit that I had expected a playful rejection, as had happened on previous occasions when I had gone too far jokingly. Instead, the Japanese girl hesitated for a few moments and then commanded me with a serious tone, "Focus on massaging my thighs now. Maybe you'll get to kiss my feet later."

Kimiko's sudden firmness surprised me, but I obeyed immediately, letting go of her left foot and running my hands up her ankles and legs. I concentrated my caresses on the inside of her thighs so that my fingers kept touching her most sensitive spot.

Kimiko's reactions puzzled me once again. When the touches came too close to her pussy, she tensed up. But instead of withdrawing, she raised her hips slightly and widened her legs to become even more accessible.

I couldn't stop staring at her ass and began to run my hands over it, drenching the costume in oil. I squeezed it like a pillow, and with no words spoken, she let me do it. I felt euphoric, and her docility started my cock to swell. Soon my boner was pushing against my underwear, harder than ever. Trying to conceal the excitement was futile, but fortunately Kimiko couldn't see it from her position.

Afterward, my hands returned to her back, but her bra was in the way, so I took it off without further ado.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Kimiko exclaimed in a very expected manner.

I reassured her by saying, "Don't worry; as long as you remain lying down, nothing will be able to be seen. Just for a more effective back massage."

Kimiko was persuaded by my words and did not object.

At the same time, my boner remained so rigid it was almost painful. Perhaps it was the sauna's heat or the urge to fully commit, but I found myself speaking to Kimiko, "We have a problem."

"Which one?" she inquired, not realizing.

Upon opening her eyes, she discovered my underwear standing up like a circus tent, with my erect penis serving as the support.

"Steeeeeeeeeeve!" said the Japanese woman.

I quickly saw two things. The first is that Kimiko did not appear scandalized by the sight of my boner; in fact, she continued to stare at it. The second was the movement of her lower lip slipping beneath her upper teeth, an unmistakable expression of interest and curiosity.

That Kimiko was aroused? Impossible! I pushed that thought from my mind and told her, "I can't do anything about it; I can't simply cut it off! Actually, maybe I'd be more comfortable if I took off my boxers."

"Well, the omelet was already made. There were only two possible outcomes: Kimiko would have played along with my game, or she would have left scandalized.

Once again, that lovely Japanese shocked me. "Take it off, already."

I was so surprised by the new command that it took me a few seconds to raise my hands to the borders of my underpants and lower them mechanically. My boner popped off, turning purplish from the blood that had gathered.

"My God, it's huge!" Kimiko sobbed.

"My self-esteem thanks you," I laughed.

In truth, I've a penis of average length, but in the eyes of an Asian woman, used to much smaller ones, my penis must have looked gigantic!

"It's huge," she kept saying.

Then she slowly raised her hand and stretched out for my meat stick. I remained motionless, waiting for the moment her fingers would wrap around my shaft. Instead, at the last second, Kimiko stopped and withdrew her hand.

For a few seconds, I feared she would withdraw and put an end to that intense and unexpected situation. Instead, Kimiko sat up and did nothing to keep the bra from falling away.

"Come here," she said in a sexy voice, brushing her breasts with one hand.

I quickly realized what she wanted.

A second later, I was kneeling in front of her, enthusiastically sucking her left nipple as my fingers squeezed and kneaded her right breast.

The top of her foot--I'm not sure which one--brushed across my steel-hard cock with such delicacy and accuracy that I recognized it wasn't an unintentional movement. My suspicion was confirmed when my boner was softly pressed between the sole of one foot and the top of the other, and the two began to move in tandem, resulting in a slow and delightful footjob.

We went on like this for about a minute, and then I pulled away from her breast and told Kimiko, "I want you to suck it!"

"Okay," she said, now uninhibited, though with a slight blush on her pale cheeks.

I sat down on the bench. Kimiko crouched on all fours, leaned down over my cock, and instantly began licking it, sliding her tongue up and down from the balls to the glans, then back from the glans to the balls, repeatedly. When she had properly moistened my shaft, she put it in her mouth and sucked it with a voracity I had only seen in porn videos.

Neither at that time nor after I asked her how much experience she had with oral sex, but based on what she did to me, I'm sure she had plenty of practice. And it did not appear that the size of my member caused her any difficulty. Several times she completely swallowed my cock and gave me a deep-throat that made me reach for the sky.

By this point, I was moaning freely, unconcerned that Thomas and Svetlana could hear us.

Obviously, I did not ignore my chick's own pleasure. I placed my hand into her underwear and discovered that her pussy was already slightly wet. My fingers slipped in like a knife in butter.

Kimiko groaned but continued to passionately suck my cock.

When she stopped, it was because I told her, "Let's move on!"

I made her lie face down on the bench and removed her underwear, which was now soaked in oil and pussy fluids. I put my hands on her now entirely exposed buttocks and massaged, kneaded, and squeezed them between my fingers. I displayed the brown rugged anus, and a nasty thought sprang to my mind. I smiled happily and directed my member at Kimiko's asshole.

Unexpectedly, she didn't flinch but raised her hips. The massage oil I had applied earlier had lubricated her asshole, and my shaft was gleaming with her saliva. So I wasn't surprised when I entered her anus with no resistance.

At that time, I grabbed her by the hips and began sodomizing her slowly and deeply, aided by the oil's lubrication. Kimiko wailed in high moans, trembling from head to toe.

"Do you like it?" I spoke to her in a raspy voice.

The Japanese girl let out an acute groan before replying, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

She was going insane with pleasure; that was evident. Nevertheless, I asked her, "Doesn't it hurt, does it?"

"No, not at all!" she answered. "It's wonderful!"

Satisfied and reassured, I kept fucking her in the same position, sliding up and down within her asshole. I felt boundless pleasure, but I knew it would come to an end eventually. Where would I have cum by then? In her asshole? On her back? On her beautiful little feet?

Kimiko shouted, "What are you doing?" as I emerged from her asshole. "Put it back in!"

"Easy there, little slut!" I replied. "I'll put it back up your fucking ass!"

A moment later, she started howling with pleasure again as I pushed it back into her anus. I immediately went into orgasm, and with an animalistic groan the stream of cum birthed by my balls poured into her rectum.

I pulled away from Kimiko's throbbing orifice of pleasure a bit later. She lay peacefully on her stomach and sighed, "I've never experienced this before, but it's pleasant."

I couldn't help but concur with a nod.

"But now you owe me an orgasm," she continued before changing positions and lying back on the seat.

I didn't need any more instructions. I dove right for her hairy, hot pussy and licked it greedily. She was so horny that it took me less than two minutes to get her to orgasm, which she announced with a full-throated scream.

At that point, my cock had returned erect. I needed to stick it somewhere straight now. I stood up, towering over the panting Kimiko, and rubbed my cock between her thighs, at the opening of her pussy. She did not resist, gave me a languid gaze while panting, and nodded. I slowly began to penetrate her. She murmured quietly the entire time. When she felt my groin rub against hers, she let out a moan that was both a plea and a command: "Fuck me, Steve!"

Encouraged by the lubrication of her pussy, I fucked her hard from the outset. Kimiko, for her part, sank her nails into my back, causing me to groan with both agony and pleasure.

"Do you like it?" "Are you enjoying it?" I asked her.

As if the moans weren't expressive enough!

"Yes, you are driving me crazy, but I like it so much," she murmured, allowing me to fill her pussy with my extremely hard cock. "It's incredible, wonderful! Continue like this! Don't stop!"

The intercourse lasted a long time, but when I reached my peak, I emptied my cum into Kimiko's womb. I flashed her a lustful gaze while panting for air, then tried to move away, but she clung to me with her arms and legs in a wet embrace.

We stayed tightly in that position for I don't know how long before breaking the embrace.

"You know," Kimiko said to me with a certain shyness. "I had been wanting to do this with you for a long time."

"So it was all a calculated move?" I asked." "The invitation to the sauna, the skimpy swimsuit, the request to give you a massage."

"Maybe," Kimiko replied mischievously.

We kissed and hugged for a little longer before going back inside to take a cool shower.