Aline and the Swede

Although this could be considered a sequel to my previous Aline stories, it can be read independently. I'm just trying to develop the character of Aline. I hope you enjoy it and ask for more!

'My dear Olivier, would you mind doing me a favour and picking Nils up from the airport today?'

'At your command, boss. You ask, I obey. Just give me all the details I need.'

Nils Elkström, the vice-director of our Swedish branch, was actually due to spend a few days in our country coordinating things between France and Sweden. Picking him up from the airport was a welcome change for me, as it meant I could finish work two hours early and also pick up Aline on the way.

'Could you be outside your school at 4 pm? I'm driving to the airport to pick up a colleague from Sweden. Would you like to come along?' I said.

'Of course! Just promise me that the guy you're picking up is both handsome and rich...' Aline replied.

That's my Aline! She's always ready for a joke and a tease! At 4 o'clock sharp, she was standing outside her school in a cute, modest blue summer dress that was buttoned all the way up. But as soon as she got into the car, she undid two buttons at the top and two at the bottom, giving me a nice view of her cleavage and her beautiful, long, tanned legs.

I don't know if Nils was rich, but he was certainly very handsome. In his early thirties, he was a kind of gentle, blond giant, quite athletic, with a beautiful, enticing smile. I'm sure he made a great impression on Aline -- I could almost feel her melting just by looking at him!

'Hi, Olivier. Nice to meet you! I suppose this is your lovely wife. I knew French women were renowned for their beauty, but yours is absolutely stunning.'

Aline started to blush from ear to ear at Nils's compliment. He undoubtedly had a way with women.

We proceeded to the car. As I motioned for Nils to take the passenger seat, he opened the back door for Aline. In rather an unladylike fashion, she exposed quite a lot of her legs, if not her crotch, as she got in.

We drove to Nils' s hotel, where he asked for a bottle of champagne after checking in, then invited us to his room. As soon as we were seated around the small tea table, I noticed that Aline had undone two more buttons on her dress, one at the top and one at the bottom. The upper part of her breasts, enclosed in a pretty, lacy half-cup bra, were now clearly visible. And I'm fairly sure that Nils could see her matching panties from where he was sitting.

As we were leaving the room, Nils shook my hand firmly and hugged Aline for a little longer than usual. He thanked us. What for? For the drive? Or was it for the view?

When we got back home, Aline and I had a long chat.

"Well, it seems that Nils was quite to your liking, judging by the way you showed him your pretty lingerie," I said. 'Tasty choice, I must say.'

'Wow, that guy is so handsome! I hope you're not mad at me for teasing him a little. It's really no big deal."

"I know you're a bit of a tease. But I never suspected that you were such a closet exhibitionist! I remember how prudish you were when we first started dating! It took you ages to take your bra off on the beach! You've changed a lot..."

"For better or worse?" Are you complaining? 'I remember you were the one who asked me to show more and more to other guys.'

"I'm not complaining at all. I thought your little show with Nils was really hot. I was just curious to know how you've changed.'

"Believe me, honey, I haven't actually changed. I've always loved showing off my body. I started doing it when I was young, to my brother, my long-time friend Julien, and some kids at school. But my mother caught me once and punished me. She said I was a naughty, evil girl. I was shocked and tried to hide my true nature from everyone, especially you, for years.'

'I thought you were so shy and demure...'

'It was you who encouraged me to show myself off more and more. I thank you for it. I'm so glad you let me express myself. I just hope I'll never disappoint you and that you'll forgive me if I sometimes go too far. You're truly the one I love.'

'You mean you were a show-off from the very beginning? I'd like to hear about it.'

'I'll talk about that part of my youth later if you want me to. It would take too long, and I'm horny as hell right now. Just take me, baby."

It was a long, hot night.

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The boss was in a particularly good mood and decided to have a party for Nils the next day. He even entrusted me and Didier with the important task of buying the drinks and appetisers. I wondered if this kind of trust meant that a pay rise was on the cards.

The party started at 4 p.m., and everyone wanted to have a word -and a drink- with Nils especially the female staff, who were undoubtedly attracted to the Swedish giant's good looks. Nils's eyes were fixed on some of these women, and it was clear that he was mentally undressing them. Even Juliet, Didier's 'little fiancée', thought his gaze was a little too insistent.

Meanwhile, the longer the party went on, the less pain Nils could feel. His eyes became glazed and his French became less fluent; he started using Swedish phrases that none of us could understand.

That's when I had an idea. My mission was not only to collect food and drinks, but also to ensure that Nils returned to his hotel safely after the party. That's why I made sure I stayed relatively sober. I thought it would be nice to stop at our house for a few drinks with Aline before dropping Nils off. This would also give Aline an opportunity to 'express herself'. So I rang her.

'Aline, I'm still at the office party, but it's almost over. I have to drive Nils to his hotel. He's rather tipsy, to say the least. Would you like me to bring him home for a nightcap?'

'Not a bad idea. Nils is such a nice guy -- he's tall and handsome, too. He gave me a lovely compliment yesterday, too. He is quite irresistible.'

At around 7 p.m., the only people left in the office were Nils, the boss and me, so I dragged drunken Nils to my car. I had spent the previous hour imagining what Aline would wear to welcome us. Fully naked? No, that would be too obvious. Topless? Well, that would also be obvious. Or would she be wearing normal, conservative clothes? That wouldn't be like Aline.

When we arrived, Aline did a good job of pretending to be embarrassed and surprised.

'OMG, Nils! I didn't realise you were coming tonight. I'm already in my pyjamas. I'm going to change right now...'

'Please, Aline, don't change just for me. You look stunning like that.' he stammered.

Aline wasn't nude or topless; she was wearing a pretty turquoise satin pyjama set. The loose-fitting top revealed a hint of her breasts with every movement, and the baggy bottoms showed a glimpse of her legs. Just as Nils said, she was absolutely stunning.

She went to get us some drinks. As she poured them, the top of her pyjamas revealed her areolas and nipples. Despite being drunk, Nils couldn't take his eyes off this pretty sight. His eyes were literally glued to her breasts. She poured herself a gin and tonic and went to sit back down on the sofa. Well, not exactly sit. She leaned against the arm of the sofa, putting her feet on the couch instead of on the floor. This created a gap in her pyjama shorts, fully exposing her vulva. Every detail of her perfectly shaven vagina was visible: the lips, her swollen clitoris and even the start of her landing strip. It was an incredible sight, particularly for Nils.

I put on some slow music and watched as Aline deliberately offered her hairless vagina to the gaze of my drunken colleague. She even spread her legs slightly further apart, revealing everything -- a display that was both crude and appetising. Perhaps it was a figment of my imagination, but I thought her slit looked slightly wet and glistening.

After a while, Nils asked Aline to dance with him. She looked so tiny in the arms of the blonde giant, her head resting on his chest. Nils was drunk and could hardly move his feet, but his hands were still mobile and he soon started touching Aline's breasts. He fondled them through her satin top for a few minutes, then tried to take it off. He was so drunk that he couldn't manage it, but Aline took over and was soon topless in his arms.

'I really love your boobs. Let me suck them.' he said in a blurring voice.

Aline gave Nils what he wanted, but it wasn't enough for him. He soon had his hand inside her pyjama bottoms. He started stroking her and quickly found her clitoris.At least, that's what I could deduce from Aline's moans. Meanwhile, I was playing with myself while staring at the scene: Aline, half-naked, being caressed by the tall Swede. But Aline wanted more, so she let her bottoms fall to the ground. She was now completely naked, her breasts proudly on display. Her beautiful bare vagina was exposed to our hungry eyes -- it was so cute and sexy, with the landing strip just above it.

She then opened the fly of Nils's trousers, took out his penis and put it in her mouth, starting to suck on it. It wasn't long before Nils ejaculated all over her face. The combination of alcohol and sexual exhaustion proved too much for Nils, who fell asleep on the floor.

It took us a few minutes to haul his inert body onto the sofa, cover him with a blanket, and let him sleep the night away. We went to our bedroom and talked about what had just happened.

'Now you'll have to finish me off, Olivier. Why did you let him drink so much?' she said, grinning.

'I didn't think such a big guy would be unable to handle alcohol.' I replied.

'His cock was so huge. In a way, I'm glad he didn't fuck me. It might have been very painful.'

'Mine will do you a lot of good. I hope you had a good time with Nils, though.'

'Oh yes, darling. I absolutely loved showing myself off to him.'

Our lovemaking session was one of the best we had ever experienced. Nils woke up at 7 am with a terrible hangover. He apologised to Aline for his behaviour -- it was hard to tell whether it was for what he had done or not done to her. Aline opened the dressing gown she was wearing to show him her naked body as a reminder of the previous night. She kissed him goodbye. A genuine French kiss, full of love and tenderness. It made me feel a little jealous.

I dropped Nils off at his hotel and waited for him to shower and get changed. Then we drove to the office together. The next day, Nils was leaving for Paris before returning home. However, just before he left, he gave me a card with his Swedish address and phone number, asking me to visit him there with Aline. With a grin, he added, 'Some things have yet to be finished.'