Viking Silver

She suddenly rolled sideways pulling me over on top of her. She just lay quite still with her arms stretched out from her shoulders. Her breasts now lay fully exposed with the cardigan open wide. We kissed deeply for a while neither of us daring to move and break the tension she had created.

Eventually I raised myself on one elbow and looked down at her. Anna smiled, " I'd love another glass of wine. There is still some in the fridge. Glasses on the second shelf of the cupboard on the left of the kitchen door."

I poured two glasses of chilled wine and put the remains of the bottle back in the fridge. I carried the tall glasses back into the bedroom and took one over to a low table on the side of the bed where Anna was lying. I was pleased to see she had not moved.

"Thanks."

"God, Anna, you look gorgeous and so seductive," I said as I paused at the end of the bed looking down at her.

Suddenly she sat up, "Only look seductive?" she exclaimed in a cross sounding voice and then laughed.

Again she had confused me.

"Why don't you loose your trousers, or is that a step too far for a reserved Englishman?"

The atmosphere was once again easy and relaxed.

"Oh I did not want to upset any Scandinavian sensitivities," I said as a put my glass on the little cabinet on 'my' side of the bed. I turned my back and slipped my trousers, boxers and socks off in one movement.

"Come back and join me," Anna said quietly as she sat up to pick up her glass. I lay down where I had been before. She took a long drink.

"You haven't had a sunny holiday for a while have you?" she said looking down at my white body. She reached over with her cold glass and just touched my tumescent prick.

"And I don't think that has ever seen the sun!"

My prick twitched at her cold touch. It had never before been chilled like that and it felt delightful. I laughed.

"No!" I agreed, taking a drink. "Summers in England don't often get warm enough and nudity isn't part of the Anglo-Saxon culture! Being an engineering student we often had work placements during the summer so really this my first trip abroad."

Anna was now rolling the bowl of the glass across her breasts in a rather absent minded manner.

"We have a little cabin about 100Km north of Stockholm. In the woods, close to where Kerstin took that picture of me. We had both spent some rather special times up there together on our own." Anna took another little sip before going back to rolling the glass across her now pretty erect nipples. "Yes, some very special times," she breathed quietly as she gazed into the distance.

Anna put glass down and turned to me kissed me hard on the lips. I felt her hand, still cold from the glass, reach down to my thigh and up to my balls. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue across my top lip. I wrapped my arms round her and pulled her tightly to me and kissed her back in the same way, our tongues mixing and circling. I was breathing hard as her hand explored my balls and shaft. Gradually her intensity reduced and she pushed me back onto the bed.

"Jim," she whispered "lets not hurry. We have hours of time."

"Umm," I agreed, perhaps a bit disappointedly as I was getting quite worked up. "Do you want to talk about Kerstin?"

"I have told you about her."

"Yes," I stroked her arm and breast lightly, "but that was the short version, wasn't it?"

She laughed. "I am not sure you really want to hear the long version. But, yes, I am still very fond of her. When we met as students we just "gelled". We are from different backgrounds but somehow our values about art and life seemed to match. We both had a similar disinterest in boys. That may surprise you lying here! And, yes..."

The "Yes" was drawn out and her voice rose on the "s" sound as if she was think about what she was going to say next.

"Yes. We became lovers. Our emotional world together, then as 19 year olds, was complete and satisfying. Our art work really developed as we spurred each other to explore new ideas and approaches. Some how this working relationship fed the physical side our lives. We quickly moved into a flat together where we lived for about six years with holidays in my families' cottage in the woods. Kerstin was always the more adventurous and she inspired our travels to the Middle East and, of course, India. All art students, then, went to India to gaze at the incredibly erotic Khajuraho Temples of India and live and travel very cheaply. We tried to use the Indian art, especially the sculptures, in our photography."

Anna paused and took another drink and so did I.

" I have only seen photos and videos of the carvings on the net." I blurted out stupidly.

She looked over to me. "You and most other horny teenagers!" she laughed as she leaned over and just flicked my prick. I jumped.

"Upps, Sorry! Anyway to cut a long and rather painful story short, perhaps Kerstin had changed, matured or something. Our close relationship slowly waned and she began to see other people. She moved to a graphics job in London where she met a guy and got married. I had a few short and unsatisfactory girl friends and then ended up with guy who turned out to be a bit strange and we parted a couple of years ago. That's it until I met this nice English guy in the museum."

We both laughed and cuddled up together. I was absolutely naked and she was still half dressed. Although there was a bit of sexual tension in the air it was strangely very natural.

After a little pause Anna whispered, "Hold me again, just hold me for a little."

She put her glass on the table beside her and slid down the bed so our faces were facing across the pillows and I wrapped my arms round her. She buried her face in my neck so I gently kissed her shoulder. Her cheek was wet from a couple of tears.

"Thank you for telling me about that. I do understand a little as recently I have also had a sad end to a passionate affair." I said quietly. "But I can't talk about it yet, to anybody."

"Thanks for listening, anyway," came a muffled voice from against my neck. Anna suddenly turned and rolled over on top of me, raising herself on her elbows and looked down at me.

"I think we have had enough of the past for the moment. Are you happy to live a little in the present?" So saying she kissed me hard with an open mouth and exploring tongue. I felt a hand drift down across my stomach to the pubic forest as she collapsed down to me, crushing her breasts against my chest. The soft wool of her cardigan was against the side of my rib cage tickling pleasingly. Anna was still wearing her skirt as I reached down her side to slip my hand under the waistband to caress her hip and buttock. Anna moved to grip my arm to stop any further exploration.

Anna sat up and lifted her skirt hem so she was now sitting astride me and I could feel her wetness on my stomach. I tried to move to explore a little more but she pushed my shoulders back on to the sheets. As she rested her weight on her arms she began to gently rock back and forwards. Her breasts were swinging tantalising close to my face but I was pinned unable to move. Her eyes were shut as she continued to swing her hips back and forth.

I tried to move up the bed so my cock could enjoy a bit of the action and Anna responded by arching her back a little and pushed her hips to meet it. Her breathing was becoming more urgent and her movements quicker. Anna seemed to have drifted off somewhere and she did not seem to be conscious that I was there at all.

With a sudden gasp she released and rolled off me. Tentatively I reached over and and held her close, my face against her damp neck smelling the lingering perfume in the wool of her cardigan.

"Oh God," she gasped "I needed that release. Sorry, that was very selfish of me."

"Where did you go to, my lovely?" I whispered.

"Yes, I was very mean. Perhaps I shouldn't have talked about Kerstin so openly. It just brought back some lovely languorous times. I just love that song. It was Peter Sarstedt wasn't it? OK, so youTell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do." she laughed

"Later perhaps," I said straddling her as she had me. I pulled her up and we kissed. I slipped her cardigan off her shoulders as she knelt up and slipped off her skirt and tossed them aside. I reached up and put my arms round her waist and buried my face in the hot dampness of her cunt. She bent forward over my back. I could feel her hair brushing the skin of my shoulders. We twisted sideways and lay curled up as I savoured her delicious lips and the salty milkiness oozing from her into my mouth. Anna slowly rocked gently increasing and releasing the pressure on my face.

"Mmmm, that is so nice. But it is your turn", she whispered as she uncurled and pulled herself away from me. "Just lie there and let me play".

I dutifully lay back. She bent over me and my face was enveloped by a curtain of her hair as she kissed me full on the mouth and slowly moved her tongue inside my mouth. Her hands were either side of my face as she swished her lovely breasts across my chest. I tried to move but she held me still.

In a strict sounding voice Anna said, "I said, just lie still."

With that she shuffled a little down the bed so her breasts lay either side of my penis, gently swinging back and forth and her lips and tongue licking my tummy. It felt wonderful. It was difficult not to raise my hips to increase the pleasure.

"Is that nice?" she asked.

"Just divine. Don't stop!"

"Oh we have only just started. Just wait," and with that she moved further down and started kissing the inside of my thighs while her hair now tickled my rock hard tool as she turned her attention from one leg to the other. Her hands were caressing my chest and squeezing my nipples.

Her hands slipped down to my hips as Anna shifted further towards the end of the bed. She was still licking the inside of my thigh, knee and now my calf while one hand lifted my cock out of the way and the other gently fondled my balls. It was difficult to bear as I raised my self on my elbows to watch her toy with them.

"Anna," I whispered, "you are killing me."

"Ummm," came the quiet reply from far a way. "Just enjoy, I am. It is ages since I have had such an amenable guy. I seem to get the aggressive types who simply want to show off their maleness. We have ages yet."

I slumped back, as she slowly retraced her way back up my legs but this time her hair reached my cock before I felt her warm breath on my balls. And a wet tongue travelled up my shaft and then licked the crown before she took it into her warm mouth. The slow circular pulse of her tongue continued round and round the tip. I could not help but push up to meet her mouth. She leant backwards and released me, lifted my cock up and blew cool air my balls.

"Wow," I thought to myself as I remembered reading about the alternating hot and cool breath thing in something to do with tantric sex, "what have we here?"

Her teasing of my cock, carefully enveloping it in her mouth, and then blowing on my balls continued for a little as my tension continued to rise. On each occasion I thought this was it, she would release me, cool me down and start all over again.

"Oh God Anna," I pleaded, "please let me come!"

Sitting back on her haunches she smiled leant over and kissed me hard in an animalistic way. Raising her hips she reached down and positioned my cock at her moist opening before pushing down hard. I was in heaven . I began to pump my hips but Anna stopped me. I felt her contract inside tightening on my turgid cock, before relaxing.

"Anna," I whispered, "please, please. I need it so much."

"Shh, just let me tease you a little more. Relax and experience the feelings."

Her pulsing continued as my urgency rose again. She took my right hand and pushed my fingers into the wetness between us, gasping as I began to move them up against her pubic bone.

"Yesss," she panted crashing her hips down on mine. After that our hips rose and fell with increasing speed and urgency until I came as intensely as I have ever done. She was wildly humping down on me until she collapsed with a shudder, tightly gripping my cock inside her.

We lay exhausted, her hair over my face, her head nestled into my neck, our skin sticking together with our sweat.

Eventually she asked, "Was the wait worth it?"

"You can tell from the smile on my face it was fantastic," I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. "Was that another legacy from India?"

She rolled a little away holding my hand on to her wetness and smiled.

"Yes, Kerstin and I met a lovely lady on a beach at Kerula who offered us a massage. Well, lets say things developed from there and the two of us spent the next three days with one of the most inspired teachers. Our rather limited plans for exploring the neighbourhood became a huge sensual adventure exploring tantric ideas and practices. We came back to Sweden different and much richer people."

She rolled off the bed and took a sip from her wine before going into the bathroom. I just lay there with my eyes shut reliving the moments.

"James, you havent moved!"

"Can't," I replied as we both laughed and pulled up the duvet and went to sleep tucked up together.

I awoke to sun streaming through the open window and a smell of freshly brewed coffee.

"Do stay there if you like," said Anna returning to the room carrying two cups. She was now dressed. " I have to go to work now. What are your plans for the day?"

After taking a slurp of the reviving coffee I admitted I had no specific plans but suggested meeting for lunch or supper.

"Can't do lunch but what about meeting for an early supper. There is a great little Italian place near where I work. They do a great cannelloni, but what about your friends?"

I thought for a moment before replying that I probably had better go back just to check with them when they came back. "Of course, I would love to see you again. Can we swap telephone numbers and I will call you this afternoon?"

I rolled out of the bed and to pick up my trousers, not before Anna had reached over for my fairly erect penis. She kissed it and said, "Hope you can make tonight."

***

That night as well as the week we spent the following summer with Kerstin by the lake in the woods must be a subject of another tale.