One might say that travelling a long distance across Europe to go on a specialist bear watching holiday in Sweden and then not to see any bears is particularly unlucky, but sometimes good things come out of bad, which is the true nature of this story.
The Eurasian Brown Bear is not a common creature in Sweden and is also largely nocturnal, so is not easy to see in the wild. Generally, you employ the skills of an experienced wildlife guide and camp-out in the middle of the night near the smelly carcass of decaying elk (moose) and hope a hungry bear might lope-in for a feed. Bears have an amazing sense of smell, but they are also very frightened of humans, so you have to avoid anything that has the scent of people, like deodorant or toothpaste.
No bears turned-up in ten days of hanging-out in the woods, but others in my group did get a good view of a Lynx; I also glimpsed this elusive, wild feline, but it could have been a ginger moggie for all I saw of the critter as it disappeared into the gloom of the forest.
It was my obvious disappointment, coupled with the gift to our guide Markus of a bottle of excellent Springbank whisky from my homeland in Scotland that allowed me the opportunity to visit Sweden again later that year, this time in winter. You can't see bears in the wintertime, as they are usually hibernating, but it's a great season for tracking wolves and to hear them howling in the wilderness. Markus invited me to come out wolf-watching over Christmas, allowing me to stay in his little cabin in the woods, next to a pristine and beautiful lake.
When I arrived in December, the Swedish countryside was a winter wonderland of snow covered pines and frozen lakes. I spent a few excellent evenings out with Markus searching and listening for wolves on snow-mobiles and dog-sleds, which was a first and amazing experience for me.
Markus had to return to his family for the Christmas holidays leaving me alone in the cabin, but looked after by his cousin Lilly, who lived in a house nearby with her friend Elsa. Both were fabulous-looking, young women in their late 20s, tall, fit and slender; Lilly a brunette with striking blue eyes and Elsa a classic Swedish blond with long, golden hair.
The girls invited me over to their place for home-cooked meals and copious amounts of Absolut Vodka, a strong enough vintage to fuel rockets. Both were amazingly fun company and they seemed to love my British humour, as I considered it my patriotic duty to keep them constantly in stitches of laughter and giggling. Swedish men might well be handsome, but maybe I had the edge on them in the personality stakes, as both Lilly and Elsa seemed to take a very strong shine to me.
Near to my cabin and on the very edge of the lake, Markus had built a little sauna house, with an outside hot-tub and a wooden pier that went-out onto the lake with a ladder at the end. The Scandanavians are a crazy bunch and the idea here is to lounge in the sauna or hot-tub in almost unbearable heat and then every now and again, run naked down the pier and jump into a hole you had dug in the ice of the frozen lake. Readers, yes I know, these folks are as mad as ferrets on Speed! I can now vouch however, that if you don't die immediately of a heart attack, then it's incredibly invigorating, apparently even more so if you beat yourself with birch twigs beforehand to further stimulate your circulation (err, no!).
Anyway, one evening I was lounging in the hot-tub with a book, when I heard girls' laughter as they approached the sauna house. On seeing me in the tub and with absolutely no shyness nor hesitation, the girls were stripping-off their woolly jumpers and tight ski pants to reveal their flawless and lythe, naked bodies. Before I had a proper chance to absorb this glorious sight of femininity, they had both climbed gracefully into the bubbling hot-tub opposite me.
Being a gentleman, I grabbed a couple of cold beers from a case next to the tub and handed them to my sexy new companions. We chatted, laughed and drank for a while, playing a bit of footsie under the bubbles. When in conversation, I suggested this was the perfect menage-a-trois, one hunky guy with two beautiful women, Lilly, who was perhaps the cheekier of the two, stated with a giggle that they didn't necessarily need the man. With this, she leaned over and gave the lovely Elsa a gentle kiss on the lips.
As I sat helplessly on my side of the tub, gorgeous Lilly and Elsa started to snog passionately. Their kisses were slow and sensual, just lips at first and stroking each other's faces lovingly; then, as their lust was mounting, french-kissing with tongues sucking and moaning lightly, as hands began to stroke yearning breasts beneath the churning waterline.
My thick cock began to swell to a full erection at this wonderful spectacle of sapphic eroticism; I pumped the shaft slowly up and down in lust for these two lovely and uninhibited Swedish beauties. Elsa rose a little from the water to allow Lilly to fondle her pert boobs and to suck away at her small, pink nipples, which extended to little buds as Lilly's tongue flicked and swirled around them.
I could tell by the tremorous movement of the girls' arms that love-making was not just happening above the hot-tub waves, but that hands and fingers were making their wicked way between soft, wet thighs. Both women were now half in and out of the water with Elsa feasting on Lilly's beautiful, tanned tits, which were a perfect size, plump and firm with youth. The girls were now moaning and totally engrossed with each other, scarcely paying me any heed.
