Pt 1 - Anna the Swedish - Intl Slut

This is a story of truth, mixed with fantasies between Siswede and myself. We hope that you'll enjoy it as much as we enjoy putting it in writing. Without Anna's help with details... her input and greatly appreciated assistance, this story would have never morphed into anything but our thoughts. Hopefully, it makes you all wet and horny as it does the both of us. In addition, we think this will be a very long, happy and interesting road trip for all of us.

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It was an unusually warm June evening in Southwest Oklahoma, signifying the reason my outside thermometer was reading 86 degrees. Even at this late hour it was still hot with a slight northwestern breeze. While channel surfing I was sipping my fourth Jack and coke, pondering why the fuck I was paying for these worthless channels.

At least it was cool and comfortable inside the house, so I was feeling relaxed and content with life in general. Drinking alone isn't healthy, but currently under the circumstances, I had no choice in the matter. The divorce to my ex-wife had been nasty, but most divorces are. As I continued knocking back my Jack Daniels with just enough soda to give it a head, my phone rang.

Looking at the clock hanging above the door, I wondered who in hell was calling at this late hour. I let the phone ring until my voicemail kicked on but no message was left. After about twenty minutes, the damn phone rang once again. Not having caller ID on my landline, and thinking maybe it was an emergency, I decided to answer.

"Hello!" I said, rather loudly, hoping to scare the caller into hanging up.

A woman's voice asked, "Sir, is this the residence of Bradley Dickerson?"

Hearing the most seductive soft voice I've ever heard, so angelic, and yet so sensual at the same time...well, I was speechless.

"Sir." The soft voice from heaven stated again, "Are you Mr. Bradley Dickerson?"

"Yes, he's here, I mean yes, I'm here, this is Bradley Dickerson speaking. How can I help you ma'am?"

"Uncle Brad!" The angelic, sensual and excited voice exclaimed. "It's Anna! Anna Ackerson from Sweden!"

"Anna, where...I mean, how are you and the family doing? It's been ages since I've heard from you young lady."

"Uncle Brad, how are you? I've been wanting to speak to you, but decided to wait until I finished. I did it Uncle Bradley, I did what you said!" The sensual young voice said in a joyous tone.

"Oh!" Still a little confused, and not really having a clue to what she was talking about, wishing she'd drop me a hint.

Her voice changed to a more somber tone as she asked, "You forgot, didn't you?"

"No, I remember you sweetie, I could never forget you, Anna. I was just thrown off guard, hearing your sweet voice at such a late hour." More like sexy as fuck voice, but keeping that thought to myself. "How's your mom and dad?" Quickly trying to change the subject of the conversation.

"They're both fine, my father has retired, and mom wants him to go back to work.

She said, she managed to do everything before his retirement, but now he's home, he gets under her feet all day." They both laughed at her mothers comments.

"I've worked so hard, but you have forgotten what you promised me, didn't you, Uncle Bradley?" Her sensual voice asked.

Hearing the hurt in her voice, I stammered about saying, "Sweet-heart, it's been a long time since I've seen or heard from you. Please refresh my memory." Trying to remember how I had influenced her in some way, but uncertain how.

"You told me once I finished all my schooling and graduated in the top 5% of my classmates, you'd take me on a road trip across America. I had physics, chemistry and math, along with environmental science that I aced. Of course the Swedish and English were easy, so I aced them too. I'm done with it all, this was my last year, and will start at the university next autumn."

"That's so awesome Anna, I'm so proud of you baby girl." Grappling for words, listening to how her sexy voice was making my dick harder than a ten penny nail.

"I'm studying to be a doctor, and will probably be a gynecologist as my chosen profession. They specialize in the female reproductive system, which includes the cervix, fallopian tubes, ovaries, uterus, vagina and vulva. Along with other female problems including contraception, and sexuality." She said casually.

I replied, "That sounds interesting." Thinking I'd have a hard dick all day long, if I was poking around a woman's pussy every day for a living.

Suddenly, remembering when I told Anna about doing a road trip when she graduated her upper schooling. I had promised her I'd take her on an all expense paid road trip across America. All she had to do was finish in the top 5% of her graduation class. At the time, I thought it would be too difficult of a task for the ambitious girl.

Breaking my train of thought Anna stated, "Well, you should be proud of me Uncle Bradley. I finished in the top 1% of my entire senior class of 486 students."

"WOW!" I shouted, you go girl! I knew you had it in you...just like your parents! I'm so damn proud of you, words can't express how it makes me feel."

Anna then replied back, "So, are you still going to take me on a road trip?"

My mind was scrambling for something to say, anything to fill the silent void.

"Yes, yes, I will. A promise is a promise, and you kept up your end of the deal, so road trip it is for you young lady."

I was just about to ask when she would be ready to go, before hearing a loud scream and the phone dropping. Concerned thinking something happened I shouted, "Anna! Anna! What's happening, are you alright, Anna?"

"Hello Bradley." A voice I haven't heard in a couple of years stated.

"Björn, is that you? I stated in a shocked voice. What the hell happened?" Speaking to Anna's father.

"How are you, old friend? It seems you just made a young woman very happy. Anna is alright, it's her excitement you're hearing. Knowing you're keeping your promise to her Brad, means the world to her." Björn stated sincerely.

"You old bear, how have you and Kerstin been doing my friend?" I replied back.

"Well, retired like you, older like you, but better looking than a shit stomper like you Cowboy." Laughing as he put me on speaker.

Anna's mother Kerstin came on the phone and said, "Hello Bradley, we have missed you."

Our small talk went on for almost another hour, catching up on our lives, talking about all the good times we had, and just chatting like old friends occasionally do.

I had forgotten about Anna until I heard her saying, "Ask him, ask him please, mother."

"All right already." Kerstin stated to Anna.

"Hey Brad, Anna wants your cell number, and wants to know where you want her to fly in at. You're such an impatient little pest Anna." Hearing her mother's chuckle towards her daughter.

I answered her quicker than I anticipated, "Well, if it's not a problem, how about Miami International Airport. I just purchased a used class B recreational vehicle and will pick it up in two weeks. I'm flying down there to pick it up, and we can start our Road Trip from there.

Got it for half price from an old Air Force retiree, because he'd gotten too sick to travel any longer. The thing only has 15,000 miles on it, practically brand new."

"Miami, Florida! Are you kidding me!" Anna shouted. "Uncle Brad, I'm so excited that I'll see Miami in a couple of weeks. I just have to finish shopping and packing. Oh my God, what do I wear?....hearing her yelling, "Road Trip! I'm going to America!"

Kerstin stated, "Well, I guess that answers your question, doesn't it Brad?"

Now laughing at her excitement, I gave Kerstin my cell number and told them to stay in touch. Björn and Kerstin both told me that Anna would be off for the next 3 months, before her studies started at the university. She wanted to spend that time having me as her tour guide, showing her as much as possible in those 3 months about American culture.

Before hanging up, both her parents stated, "Bradley Dickerson, you better watch over our daughter, you know how precious she is to us. We put our trust in you that no harm will come to her, protect her as if she's your own."

"I will do just that, you both know how special Anna is to me. I will give my life if needed to protect her. I'll have her back home safely in 3 months, whipped into better shape, if that's possible.

I'll make sure she keeps you guys posted, and send you photos of her adventure here." I solemnly stated to them both.

It didn't take long to receive the first text from Anna. She went on about having nothing to wear, typical young girl stuff. Just below her message was a photo of Anna, but it had to be taken in the winter. I could barely make out her face, and she was wearing a stylish ski suite, looking like the Michelin man's wife.

Answering her text, I said, "Anna, don't worry about your clothing. I have you covered in that department. Pack light, because after you're here, I'm taking you on a shopping spree, everything on me of course."

She called me back immediately, "Really, are you serious about buying me new clothes Bradley?" Her sensual, but ecstatic voice stated in joy.

"Well, I certainly am. The weather here is different and I want you to be comfortable while we're on the road, as well as when we're dining out." Letting her know, I plan to pull out all stops for her.

I asked her if she had a picture where I could see her, not her ski suite. Remembering her the last time I saw her, she was 8 years old.

She laughed and replied, "I'll send you a couple of recent pictures I had done of me. So you'll know what I look like now. I hope I don't scare you, or break your phone with it, but most of all I hope you like them, they were done in good taste."

"Thank you Anna." Laughing along at her joke about herself.

"Ok, I'll chat back later on. You're the best and I'm looking forward to seeing you again." She stated, while making my dick hard with that sensual voice of hers.

Hearing a message notification from my cell phone, and looking at my message, I could feel my dick swelling while poking out from under my boxers. It took me a minute to realize what I was reading and looking at.

The text message read: Hi Brad, here's a couple of recent pic's of me so you'll know what I look like now. The message also stated, feel free to debug your hard drive (or) you may say it as spanking the monkey, while looking at the pictures I sent you, I don't mind...lol. Love Anna!

Now, thinking back while looking at the pictures. I took a stroll down memory lane once again. While looking at what Anna sent me, I was reminiscing.

Remembering Kerstin and Björn Ackerson, and their daughter Anna. I remembered all the good times. Years ago and way before Sweden became part of NATO, we had been stationed in Grafenwoehr, Germany, and then again in Bremerhaven as allied cohort units. Grafenwoehr is the major training area in Germany where all U.S. allies go to train. Any combined NATO training is usually conducted at this training facility. I loved it when I was assigned to the mobile team from Germany. That's how I met Björn, his wife Kerstin, and their very astute daughter Anna.

Any time I went TDY to Sweden, staying weeks at a time, I would always stay with the Ackerson's. Over time we became like family to each other. They lived in a small suburb or district just outside of Stockholm. We spent almost all our free time hanging together, and went almost everywhere together, like one happy family.

On several occasions, I remembered taking both Kerstin and Anna to the Bayreuth Festspielhaus or better known as Bayreuth Festival Theatre which is an opera house north of Bayreuth, Germany, built by the 19th-century German composer Richard Wagner, and dedicated solely to the performance of his stage works. They both loved opera and of course they understood it all.

The Ackerson family lives in Sundbyberg, Sweden which is located about 43 kilometers (27 miles) northeast of Stockholm. If taking the E4 you would travel north and take the exit to Hagalund, then travel on Rasundavagen street to Tulegatan street. From there you'd travel north another 2 kilometers to their house. Sundbyberg's municipality has thrived over the last 10 years due to its younger population.

The average age is about 38 years of age, and the female population of 49.7% compared to the male population of 50.3% has been steady for the past 20 years. What makes this a great place is the total population is just north of 54 thousand inhabitants. It's city life without the hassle of the big city. Close to downtown Stockholm, but still far enough away from the main city.

I have known Björn and Kerstin Ackerson for about 25 years. It's been 11 years since we last saw each other, other than doing a video call once in a blue moon. Anna was 8 years old last time I met her, and had a spunky almost tomboyish demeanor, and was outspoken more than most adults. I remember how she loved sitting on my lap, wanting me to tell her all about the wild west in America, while flashing her baby blue eyes at me. She was curious about people, animals and traveling.

Now, having a smile on my face, I remember during one of several visits. Anna was sitting on my lap facing outward looking at her mom and dad.

I asked, "Anna, are you only curious about the American wild west; range Buffalos, Longhorns, Wolves, and all the other critters there?"

Watching her response she leaned back, and with her dainty girlish voice stated, "No, I'm also interested in Australia, it's my biggest travel dream. I want to experience the rainforest and jungles in South America.

Visit Asian and African cultures. Dance naked in the dirt like the natives, sing in the rain like the birds, and swim in the oceans like the dolphins."

Her father Björn asked, "Anna, just how do you plan on visiting those places my child?"

Anna crossed her arms, looking a bit annoyed at her father's question before saying, "Uncle Brad of course!"

Grinning, her father and I looked at each other as her mother Kerstin stated, "If you don't want to know the truth, don't ask Anna."

That was 11 years ago. Now, at 19 years old this beautiful creature would soon be on her way to the states. She wants me to show her as much of America as possible over her 3 month stay. She's coming to do a road trip before she starts additional schooling and training at the Karolinska Institute, which is rated the number one medical school in Sweden.

Staring at the first picture she sent me, Anna looked like a young version of Kate Upton. Both pictures were very tasteful and well shot. The photographer was shooting a downward right angle, while having her kneel. Anna was presenting a side view, her nice firm and perfectly rounded bubble butt ass covered by a slightly conservative bikini, while sitting on her heels, right arm underneath her huge breasts. She had her left hand between her spread thighs, holding her fingers against her well covered crotch.

Her sandy blonde shoulder length hair was flowing across her shoulders down her sensual arched back. A magnificent set of mouth watering natural full breasts were protruding outward, while spilling over her slender arm. Anna's rock hard nipples were poking against the small triangle material, leaving a hefty portion of her side and under boobs exposed. Her skin tone looked as if it had never been kissed by sunshine, but emitted a glow of unblemished beauty.

If her curves were outlawed, they'd have to lock her up for life, and throw away the key. Her luscious lips looked soft and inviting as she parted them slightly while posing for the pic's. I was wondering what they'd feel like wrapped around my now swollen dick. Her blue eyes looked like untouched pools of water hidden deep inside some faraway lagoon.

"She probably could suck a marble through a straw." I said out loud.

The second picture showed Anna looking over her left shoulder, wearing only a construction hard hat. She was holding a STOP sign in her left hand, while her right hand was holding a GO sign. Her legs were spread apart, just enough to entice an erection from any red blooded male. Her left side boob was clearly showing and from this angle, she wasn't wearing anything except her birthday suit, her hard hat and a smile.

The way her back curved with a perfect cut from the top of her ass crack to her strong shoulders was a massive turn on. The STOP sign was well placed across her left ass cheek while the Go sign was placed on the opposite cheek. Both signs were hiding her open thigh gap, and all except about a half an inch of ass crack at the top. This pose also left nothing to the imagination.

Another 10 days clicked by, getting closer to the time I was to pick Anna up in Miami. Our text between each other had become bolder and more sexual in nature. We were brazenly sending pictures to each other.

Now, our texting was pretty regular, about 8 hours apart. It seemed we both were getting antsy waiting until we got together for the road trip.

"So, do you think my ass looks fat in these Daisy Dukes?" Reading the text while looking at the picture she just texted me.

"Hell no, I think your ass looks...fine." I replied. These were no Daisy Dukes. These shorts were showing half of her beautiful ass cheeks with just a thin piece of material between her thighs. She had two torn holes where her back pockets should be.

"Right!" She answered back sarcastically.

"Anna, I'd eat your asshole out until I tasted brains." Sending her another wet tongue emoji.

Her next message response shows, "Careful, I will let you, if I was sure you could handle it." Adding a large grin emoji.

Responding back, "If I couldn't, I'd talk to a couple of big burly black men to handle your fine ass. One could be eating that sweet ass of yours, and to keep you quiet, another could have his hard black cock down your throat." Sending a big thumbs up emoji.

"Oh damn, would you watch me while I squirm my ass, while choking on a big nasty black cock?" She states, adding a red heart.

"Yes, also I'd have my hands full squeezing those fucking tits while fingering your tight little pussy. I'd have them taking turns filling your throat full of thick cum." Adding a devil emoji.

"So, when a man says fine, he's really saying...fat." She texted back.

Responding back I stated, "If it's any consultation, you're making my tongue and dick hard." Adding a purple eggplant and wet tongue emoji.

"Ummm, that's sexy. Wet tongues and hard cocks turn me on." Anna responded.

After about half an hour later, I texted her saying, "Are you masturbating? If so, rub it for me a little too."

It took another 10 minutes before I received a picture of Anna, wearing a light blue baby doll negligee.

She asked, "Will this be ok to wear, I don't like sleeping hot. Maybe I was masturbating to answer your last text, but had to take a shower to cool this little pussy of mine off." Adding a taco emoji.

Looking at a full frontal picture she just sent, I could see her sexy G-string that matched her negligee, doing nothing to hide her pouting pussy slit through the thin sheer material. Her breasts looked like they were squeezed into the bra, and being one size too small. At least they flowed over the top rim in equal portions I'm thinking, while staring at how sexy she looked.

"After seeing that, I'm going to have to punish your little ass when you get here." I responded. Adding a hand emoji.

Feeling that the conversation was heating up I pushed the envelope further.

"How many men have pumped their cocks into that sweet little pussy of yours Anna?" I asked.

"Ummm, not enough....three so far. One white and two black cocks" She replied.