Svalbard Airport, Longyearbyen, Svalbard.
A chilly wind blowing down from the mountains rustled Odd's hair as he stood outside the terminal building, and he remembered that he needed to wash it, as well as some other parts of his anatomy. He watched his 'girlfriend' clamber up the stairs to the Scandinavian Air jet's front entry door. The young woman turned at the top of the steps. She looked back, searching. Odd waved and smiled. The woman spotted him, waved back, and blew him a kiss. She disappeared inside the plane. With his hand in his pocket, Odd discretely scratched his balls, and rubbed his itchy cock. He had met this sweet American girl for the first time last night in the hotel bar. He had spent all night fucking her. She was now carrying a full load of his cum inside her as she entered the plane, and he was drained dry. He wondered if it was seeping out into her pants. He supposed it was. Not too much, though. He hoped she would bear his child. A very long shot, he knew. He also hoped she would never return to Svalbard. Because that could be fatal for both of them.
Odd headed back inside the terminal to the cafe. He sat sipping his coffee and munching a granola bar when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Hi, Mr. Odd."
Odd turned to meet his new client. He got off his stool and shook hands. A woman in her mid-twenties stood in front of him assessing him critically. She had straw hair cut short, peachy complexion, blue eyes and a slim athletic physique. Odd thought she looked like a strong young woman. This was only the second time they had met. He had signed a contract as a guide for her business venture, 'Polar Bare Adventures', the previous week.
"Hello Erika. Odd is my first name. Just call me Odd. Would you like a coffee?"
"No thank you, er, Odd. I'd rather get started."
Odd nodded, finished his coffee in one gulp and stood up. Ten minutes later he was driving her up the Longyear Valley road in his SUV, inland towards the heart of the island. After a few miles Odd pulled onto the side of the track and they got out, shouldering their daypacks. Odd put his Mauser 98 hunting rifle in the back and covered it with a cloth. Erika watched him.
"Aren't you taking it with us? I thought it was the law to be armed outside the town."
Odd looked at her. Now he would find out if this girl was serious."It is. But we don't need it. It just annoys the bears."
She looked at him intently. He knew she would not find another guide -- it was June, the height of the Arctic island visitor season. All the local guides were booked solid till September. He waited. After a moment's thought she spoke.
"OK. They say you're the best guide on Svalbard. Show me the sites."
Odd smiled and led off up the steep hill to the south west. The young lady had asked him to show her south facing sites, as sheltered as possible, and rarely visited. Odd knew that she was setting up an adventure business of some sort. Svalbard was becoming quite the tourist hub, visitors having doubled in recent years. It was early afternoon, but they had plenty of time. It never got dark at this time of year. They reached the ridge he had headed for and hiked along it. Odd knew of three sites which might meet her needs. After an hour's walking, during which he pointed out the wildlife, including ptarmigans and a noisy snow bunting, they reached the first possible site, a steep sided bowl facing south east. She looked around, striding about the landscape.
"Not bad. But it probably only gets direct sun for a few hours. Take me to the next one."
A half hour later they descended into a shallow canyon. The sun still shone brightly and Erika sat on the scrubby slope looking around."Better. Next one."
The last site Odd led her to was flatter and more open so it would have sun for as long as it shone. It faced a shallow lake and had a good view south down the valley. It was snow-free at this time of year."How far to the road?"
"Maybe an hour up over there through that pass."
She nodded, and started to remove her clothing. Odd watched her in silent puzzlement. First the shell jacket, then her fleece, revealing a long sleeve T-shirt under which he could see a sports bra. Next the boots, hiking pants, the long underpants. She stood before him in her panties and T-shirt, looking at him with a defiant smile. Then with a flourish she pulled off the rest. He examined her body, which turned out to be a toned well-muscled tribute to Pilates. She kept her sports bra on for a moment, then unhitched it and threw it on the pile. She stood before him completely naked. He noticed that her trim blond pussy hair matched her head. Her nipples were like little buttons in the cool air.
"I'm a naturist. I plan to open an adventure business which will include naturism as a part of the package." She bent down and pulled her boots back on. Then she strode about the site like she owned it, occasionally breaking into a trot as she inspected it from higher up the slope. "The view is good from up here," she shouted.
"It's good from down here, too," he muttered, his eyes watching her every movement.
Odd was thirty eight years old, probably fifteen years older than this young American. He felt his cock stirring in his pants. It didn't matter, he had plenty of clothes on to hide it. She returned to him and sat next to him, completely unembarrassed, staring out ahead at the lake, its waters shimmering in the lemon sunlight. She seemed to know what he was thinking.
"It's not too cold. I feel good, with a little exercise. This is the site. Of course, I do not expect 24/7 naturism. But in the summer enough for pictures and stories to tell. An hour or so a day. Longer indoors. The tents will be warmed by heaters, and all the other popular clothed Svalbard activities will be available. Nature tours. Polar Bears. You know."
"It will be too cold, Erika." She was crazy. He desired her very much.
She frowned at him, arose, trotted down to the water's edge and started to do calisthenics. He lay back on the slope in the sun, almost too warm in his layers of clothing. He watched her perform her exercises, enjoying her bending over as he homed in on her firm buttocks and tempting pussy. So many things going through his mind. Odd's dick got harder as he watched her. Such athleticism. Such courage. Then, with a flourish, she splashed about in the shallows getting her boots wet, and ran back up to him laughing. She stood in front of him dripping, her eyes flashing at him. His desire for her grew even stronger.
"Mr. Odd. You too. Come join me. Take off your clothes."
Odd shook his head. He wanted to, but his cock was rock hard. Verboten for naturists. Now she looked annoyed.
"I am your client. This is a request. I was hoping to keep you on for the business. It will be necessary to lose your clothes on occasion. Clothed people make naturists uncomfortable. There are benefits. There will be visitors, many women. Free spirits. Odd, come on. Are you afraid of me?"
Odd considered her. This nutcase American, totally without shame, naked, hands on hips, berating him as if he was a schoolkid and she was teacher. Very well. Odd stood up, shed his outerwear, his thermal fleece, his outer pants. There he paused, standing in his undershirt and his thin long underpants. His cock looked like a fat tube stuffed down his pants. He saw Erika's eyes on it, sparkling.
"Come on, everything," she commanded.
He pulled everything off, hopping around in his bare feet as his long pants and underwear came off. Then he bent down and put his boots back on. He looked down. His cock was long and hard, sticking out high and proud. Erika had her hands on her hips staring at it.
