The American's Conquest of his Nordic Goddess
The Seduction — Chapter One
I had been in Norway for just two days when the incident occurred. I had a strong perception of Norwegians before I arrived here on my visit, but after that incident — my perception had changed. I now thought of the next generation of Norwegian men in a disappointing light, but my perception about the beautiful women here had been misplaced — because I met a woman so incredibly beautiful that I mistook her for a Goddess at first. Apparently, this country housed women of a calibre that I had never seen and as I sit here — waiting at the dinner table for her arrival — I remember the incident and what happened after.
I had been shopping some souvenirs to take back home when I had seen it. Three young men I had seen. They weren't scary looking, not to me, after all — I had been in the army and seen real men up close - thus I could tell that these punks weren't men. A fact that became clearer when I saw how they treated the single most stunning woman I had ever seen. From my first look at her, she seemed to be in her mid-twenties and what I also saw, was that they spewed comments at her and their intent was to degrade her beauty, not because they hated her or because they knew her — because they didn't. I knew why they shamed themselves with such a horrid behaviour — it was jealousy and anger over the fact that they weren't worthy of her. I remember how the blonde endured it as she went past them and it was like she had armed herself with an impregnable façade as she walked away from them, but the moment she turned the corner and found herself outside of their vision — she sank to the floor in tears.
My world stopped in that moment and never in my lifetime had I been more ashamed of my gender, thus I felt obliged to show her that there were men like me in this world that protected beauties like her and treated them like the Goddesses that they are, thus I walked towards her. I could tell that she was an experienced woman when it came to abuse and thus I equipped my warmest smile when I approached her. "Are you alright dear?" I said to her as I knelt by her side and it took her awhile to understand what was happening. Perhaps because this was the first display of kindness that she had ever received from a stranger, but she seemed genuinely shocked at my concern. I remembered how beautiful she had been from a far, but in that moment when she looked into my eyes - it took my breath away and I felt my heart beat rapidly. "Don't listen to their words dear. Whatever they said to you — it isn't true. Just breathe and be yourself dear. Because you are beautiful and never let a man tell you otherwise." I said to her as I stroked her arm to comfort and reassure her, but she didn't answer me. Instead she remained looking at me as if I was a strange object that didn't fit in with the rest of her surroundings. I offered her my hand and a genuine smile to let her know that she could trust me — and she did.
The feeling of her little hand in mine made me tremble and as I helped her to her feet — I found myself looking into her eyes. She was slightly shorter than me, but not by much. In those blue eyes, I saw wonder and disbelief and I believed for a moment that she questioned my motives — which any woman would do when a man in his sixties showed an interest in them, but she did not run away. Instead she stood before me — speechless and in awe. It was like Thor had struck me with his lightening in that moment — because for some strange reason, I understood her and I could see her, thus I wasted no time and hugged her to me.
I was a stranger and a foreigner from a different country, but yet I understood her vulnerability and I saw her pain, thus I gave this Goddess some genuine care and when she hugged me back — then it felt her whisper into my ear with a nearly broken voice: "Thank you."
I felt for her in that moment and I had already decided then and there that I would try to show her how such a Goddess should be treated. I went to pull away, but she refused to let me go and it became clear to me that this woman needed to be shown both care and love. Thus, I whispered into her cute ear: "A woman shouldn't have to be treated like you have been treated, especially someone as beautiful as you. You should be on a hill somewhere with the stars and the sky above you. Take it from me — if there is one thing age has taught me — then it is values and morals." I had to gasp a little as I felt her press herself further into my embrace and I believe she found the truth in the tone of my voice and perhaps she felt security in my embrace, but that's not why I gasped — I gasped because I felt her breasts press into my chest.
I stroked her majestic blonde hair with a tender and gentle touch and I held her as she cried on my shoulder. However, our embrace had to end, despite the fact that I didn't want it to and when her body had left me — I felt a need to feel it against me again.
She looked at me with a sincerity that I hadn't seen in the depths of her blue pearls until now and yet, despite her firm stare —her eyes still had a teary look painted within God's gift to her, but when she spoke to me without a trace of her whispering tone and when I heard her natural voice in all its feminine charm and sweetness — then I felt something within me, but I knew not then what it was.
"Thank you so much Sir! Thank you for your kindness, for your empathy and for the care you chose to give to me. I thank you for it." She told me before she picked up her bag and then she gave me the prettiest smile I had ever seen. It was so bright that I smiled with her and it was bright because of me. I could see her white teeth appear behind the veil of her pink lips and her beaming face spellbound me. But then she turned to walk away from me and her blonde hair spun with her.
If I wasn't already smitten with her beauty, then the sight of her in those skin-tight grey trousers did the trick. I was powerless to avert my eyes from the Goddess before me and the mere sight of her lovely ass was enough to freeze me in time. It was shown off to perfection in those trousers and I could see just how round and perfectly toned it was. It swayed in such a hypnotic way that I began to take steps towards it and if the sight of her ass wasn't captivating enough for me to run after her — then the sight of her fantastic thighs, which strained the material of her trousers as she moved, made me sprint after her like I was a young man again. I had to stop her from walking out of my life, because I couldn't let such a Goddess slip out of my fingers, but I knew not her name, hence I called out the name of the Goddess that I believed her to be: "Freya! Stop! Freya!"
Luckily, the blonde Goddess stopped and turned around to see me come to a halt in front of her. Perhaps she had recognized the tone of my voice, or perhaps I had simply caught the Goddess in her human form by calling her true name, but regardless of what I thought of it, she had stopped and thus I gave her the offer which would change my life. "Let me show you! Let me show you how you are meant to be treated - so that one day you may recognize a real man from a despicable one. Let me take you to one dinner and if I fail to treat you like the Goddess that you are — then you never have to see me again, but if I succeed in showing you just how much you deserve — then please, remember that feeling. So, what do you say Freya?"
It was a magical moment, because the more I spoke, the brighter she smiled and I remember how sweetly she said yes and how she had blushed when I bowed my head to place a kiss on the back of her hand. And now I sit here, dressed in my finest clothing and while I wait for the Goddess whose name I know as Freya — I feel younger than I have ever done before. It is like I'm a young man again with nerves that breach the high ceiling of the restaurant, but luckily, this fine restaurant had a soothing background music to calm my nerves. I see couples and business partners chat and laugh while the waitresses — scurries past them with sweat on their faces and the place is so alive that I can see it boil, but then the world stopped around me before it disappeared from me slowly but surely until it had become one with the tunes of the background music. I see with disbelief my blonde Goddess walking towards me - dressed to kill and she is so breathtakingly beautiful that my heart began to pound with a combination of adrenaline and nerves.
I had expected Freya to be dressed nicely for our dinner, but never in my wildest dreams could I've imagined her in something so sexy and tempting as what she was wearing. And it made me realize, that this wasn't just a dinner where I showed her some good company that she could take with her in the future — no — she had felt it too. The connection that I had felt when we had met, the attraction that had driven me wild with nerves in anticipation of this moment - she felt the same and her appearance told me so. Her appearance displayed her personality to the very core. Glued to her skin was a daring black mini-dress and the material emphasized the heavenly nature of her curves.
