A friend emailed me a fantasy of his and I decided to turn it into a story. It’s a bit different from my other stories. It’s straight wanking material. You may thank him for that… I’ve edited and added stuff (e.g. dialogue), but the basic story is his. Feedback and votes are always appreciated. /LP
Chapter 1
”My feet!” Anna complains. ”My poor feet are hurting!”
”Well, perhaps you should have worn better shoes,” Frida says, practical as ever.
”Can someone help me with these bags?” Sara yells from the door.
”I’ll help you,” I offer, taking a few of the shopping bags.
Anna falls back on the big bed. ”God, I need a shower!”
”Then go take one!” Frida laughs and sit down in a chair. She looks around the hotel room, eyes darting over the desk, small coffee table and the big double bed.
”Not a bad room,” she says approvingly.
”Well, I don’t visit often,” I say. ”I figured it’d be nice with a hotel room instead of crashing at Anna’s place.”
Anna smiles at me. ”And I’m utterly thankful for this. Hotel rooms are great. Gives a sense of luxury.”
”Yeah, and fresh linen every day,” I wink at her.
#
It is my first trip to visit Anna in Sweden. We have talked about it for ages, but it never seemed to happen until now. Having known each other for three years, we have become close friends. Apart from being friends we are also lovers. Occasional ones, that is.
We met and hit it off really well. Pretty soon we were acting like we had known each other for ages. It all felt natural, and there was an attraction, but not enough to start a relationship. We got to know each other well, but all along I tried to come up with a good way to broach the subject of a possible casual relationship. After a few long conversations we decided to give it a try.
Our casual relationship exceeded expectations. Not only did it turn out Anna and I got along amazingly in bed, but we also clicked mentally. We became friends and confidantes. At nights we’d curl up in front of the TV before going to bed and fucking our brains out for the next few of hours.
Since Anna moved back to Sweden we had both been pretty sex starved. Lots of emails and hot text messages had been exchanged, but now I was finally here for a visit. Anna had introduced me to her friends and I was thrilled to find them all attractive and nice.
#
We have just enjoyed a nice day out on the town, wandering around, sightseeing and having a good laugh generally.
“Are we still on for dinner?” Sara asks.
“Sure, where do you all want to go?” Frida replies.
“I’ll eat anything,” I answer casually. “Is there anything typically Swedish I should have?”
Sara thinks for a while. “Hm, that’d be meatballs, pea soup, blood pudding and such things perhaps?”
“Why don’t we go to down to the old part of town?” Frida suggests. “They have small cosy restaurants there, and Tom should be able to find something Swedish on the menu.”
Anna sits up on the bed and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t mind either way. Old town sounds fine by me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my feet are killing me and I need a shower!”
With that she jumps off the bed and walks into the bathroom. I am left alone with Sara and Frida.
“So, how do you like Sweden so far?” Sara asks.
“It’s nice! Pretty clean and doesn’t feel that crowded.”
“And the girls?” Frida say, giving me a knowing wink. “Do they live up to your expectations?”
“Oh hell yes!” I laugh. “They’re not bad looking and awfully well dressed, yet more casual than in London.”
I can tell both Frida and Sara seem a bit more relaxed now. We get chatting about various things, and I find their accents adorable. Their English isn’t always perfect, and now and then they got stuck on words or throw the grammar around, but I am still impressed with their language skills.
While talking with them I can’t help thinking they are far cuter in person than in the pictures Anna has shown me. Frida with her naturally copper tinted chin-length hair, brown eyes and mature presence. Sara is very petite but with huge brown deer eyes. The girls’ styles are also different. I can’t help remembering how Anna once described them; Sara being the ‘housewife’ type, yet with the twist of being a wiz at bitchy comments, without even meaning them to be! Frida is the organized, independent, environmentally friendly and feministic one. Anna herself uses to jokingly refer to herself to ‘Posh Spice’ in comparison.
“What are you guys talking about?” Anna says, coming out of the shower. I can feel the smell of the lavender scented hotel soap. The thick heavy cotton bathrobe is loosely draped over her shoulders and tied at the waist. Her still wet black hair swept back, giving her that really seductive look.
“So, fill me in,” Anna says, while leaning forward to grab a piece of chocolate from the box we’ve opened. I catch a glance of her small but well-shaped breast peeking through the loosely tied robe.
“We’ve just been chatting. Tom was telling us about his love for Irish folk music.”
“That’s he’s planned pick-up line!” Anna laughs heartily, giving me a teasing grin. “I’ve told him you are all into folk music.”
“Hey, I’m not here to pick up your friends!” I say with my most innocent face expression.
“Yeah, right,” Anna says, not believing me one bit. She already knows I’ve had fantasies about them a few times. How could she blame me? All the pictures she had shown me had been of attractive girls!
“Ok, my turn to hit the shower,” I say and rise up. Passing Anna I give her a short hug as I make my way into the bathroom. She smells great and the hug is one of those nice little sweet ones. I’m already getting in the mood, my dick being semi-hard due to the hug. It felt so nice, so impromptu. Naturally my semi-hard state might also have something to do with Anna inconspicuously cupping my dick through my jeans. In the mirror I notice Frida glancing at us. Did she see anything?
I close the bathroom door behind me and hear the girls talking amongst themselves. After stripping down I am almost ready for the shower when Anna knocks on the door.
“Here, you forgot this,” she says, handing me the bathrobe with an outstretched arm. I take it and shut the door; suddenly realising she’s fully naked in front of her friends. The thought of Anna exposing herself to a group of female friends when fresh out of the shower makes my dick twitch and go harder.
I turn on the shower, but keep the streams not too powerful. I’m curious what Anna and the girls might be talking about. Although I know Anna has told me her friends and her have seen each other naked numerous times, I can’t help wondering how they’ll react to her shaved pussy.
Although the door is closed I can make out their surprise and a new topic kicks off the discussion.
“Oh my gosh, you must be kidding me!” I hear Sara exclaim.
“You’ve…shaved off your public hair?” comes Frida’s shocked comment.
