Bent and I jump off the shuttle bus in front of our hotel near Oslo Airport Gardermoen. We're attending a conference via work. I realize that I'm not really excited about a conference right now, and would rather have a quiet weekend at home with my partner.
Actually, I retract that thought. I remember that my girlfriend and I hadn't managed to sort things out before I had to go to bed because I was going to work early. We discussed why we're so emotionally distant from each other, and that we haven't been intimate for a while. Bent, on the other hand, likes these events because he's really keen to network, get away from his family and kids for a bit and have a beer (or three) in good company.
We go to the reception and check in, and we get rooms right next to each other on the third floor. There's a little while to go before the program starts, and Bent says he's going to relax a bit in his room first and maybe take a shower. Smart, I think, and do the same.
The academic program was OK, but nothing revolutionary. After everything was finished the first evening, Bent and I go to the restaurant together to eat and have a better dinner at the company's expense. Since it's a conference hotel, there are several people there on the same business as us, but on different topics. The waiter gives us a two-person table next to a large group of young people. They can't be more than about 20-22 years old. Bent and I, who are both in our 40s, notice that we quickly feel old when those at the neighboring table toasting loudly. They're obviously students who think getting free food and drink is great.
Bent and I eat our dinner and drink two beers with it. The table next to us is about to leave, and one of them asks if we want to come over to the bar for more drinks. Bent says OK, and looks at me. I hesitate a bit, but finally say: "Just one more beer for me".
The group of young people tell us that they are from a youth organization and that they are here for a professional meeting. They ask us what we do, and we tell them where we work and what we do. When I get closer to the young people, I see how young they actually are. They've dressed up for the occasion, but they're still only in their early 20s.
As the evening progresses, my 'just one beer' policy has long since disappeared. It's thinning out around us. Me, Bent and four others are left to have more beers together. The four are a boy, whose name I can't quite remember, and then there are three girls. I catch myself thinking the girls are actually very young, but they're incredibly pretty.
One of them, called Victoria, who is 21 years old, is dark and tall. During conversation I learn her mother is from Kenya and her father is Norwegian. The other one, Beatrice, is only 20 years old and is born and raised in Western Norway. She does gymnastics, and is thin and muscular with red, curly hair.
The third girl, named Emi, is the same age as Victoria. Her parents are from Japan and she's born in Tokyo, but they moved to Norway when she was very young. Now she lives alone in Norway to study and eventually get a job, while her parents have moved back to Japan.
The hotel bar is closing and the young people jokingly say "boo" to the man behind the bar. He just shrugs and points at his watch. "I have a minibar in my room. We can have a drink at my place," Bent says. The girls shout "yes" in unison. The young boy chants "naked nachspiel, naked nachspiel" as he pumps his arms up and down. The girls laugh.
We walk towards Bent's room, and suddenly I notice that Victoria and Beatrice come running up behind me, wrapping their arms around me from either side as they laugh. Lots of energy those young people have, I think and laugh to myself. Beatrice suddenly do a cartwheel in front of us, then goes directly into a bridge with her hands and feet on the ground, and into a full split. "Wow", I say and clap. She stands up and bows nicely, as if she were competing in the Olympics.
Bent unlocks the room with the room key and asks us to keep the noise level down because people in the rooms next ot us are probably sleeping. All the girls jump into the one bed that's there, while the boy takes the only chair. Bent opens the bar cabinet and takes out the drinks. I grab a beer, while the girls open two wine bottles and share them between them. Bent and the boy also have a beer each. Emi takes out her cell phone and puts it in a small glass, and starts some music. Bent and I lean on the work desk and watch the girls get up and start dancing together and singing (sourly) to the song. Bent nudges me in the side and points towards the girls.
Their shapes look even better now that they are moving. Victoria and Emi are the most shapely of the girls. Emi is a bit shorter, but she has made up for it with quite wide hips and medium-sized boobs. Victoria is long and almost towers over both girls. She has a great and bouncy ass, and I now notice that she goes without a bra. Her very large tits jiggle as she dances. Beatrice is also very pretty where she stands and dances with her extremely fit body. Her ass isn't as big as the other girls', but it's clearly hard as a rock from all the training she does. Bent whispers "neither Victora nor Beatrice is wearing a bra". I can see Beatrice's tiny tits through her white shirt and that her nipples are slightly erect.
The boy on the chair shouts "naked nachspiel" again, and takes off his shirt. He is slightly muscular and has a six-pack. The girls laugh and hoot while the boy waves his shirt. He walks past the bed and starts dancing with the girls. Beatrice strokes his bare back. He writhes in a laugh that a kid has. Victoria looks at me with her dark eyes, and signals with her finger that I should come and dance. I smile and nod my head no, but she doesn't budge. Emi walks towards Bent, grabs his hand and pulls him out.
Victoria does the same with me. Beatrice and the topless boy dance closely, and she sways her hips as she grabs her hair. Victoria tries to show me some dance moves, but I just touch my face to show I'm ashamed. She takes them down and shows me again. With her hands, she grabs my hips to show me how to wiggle, and we get very close. She smells good, and her black and sleek hair moves to her beat. Her tits jiggle lightly under her shirt, and I feel myself getting aroused.
