A Wandering Spirit - Sex Stories

A Wandering Spirit

... sleepless night questioning my decision. But I had kayaked in Geirangerfjord in the middle of winter, survived a fierce storm, almost froze to death, and was now inside an ancient farmhouse with a beautiful woman who happened to be a Valkyrie! It didn't seem like time to play things safe.

"I would like that," I replied.

Anna lifted slightly, leaving enough room for me to roll over onto my back, then once again straddled my hips. She leaned forward, and I wondered how far she would come. Her lips parted, and I had my answer once they reached mine. Our heads bobbed for position as our lips and tongues danced with each other. Anna's tongue broke between my lips, and I forcefully engaged the happily welcomed intruder. We were both breathing harder, and every so often were forced to break for a quick breath. As our lips separated, the air was filled with the sounds of passionate kisses and soft sighs.

I could not see them, but I felt the presence of Anna's wonderful breasts dangling just above my own, as her firm nipples brushed against my smaller breasts. Anna must have felt this too, and pressed her larger breasts down over mine, rubbing them back and forth in a handless massage, sending tingles throughout my body. As our kissing subsided, Anna slid down my torso, pausing briefly to nuzzle my neck, then leaving a trail of kisses on the way to my breasts.

I extended my hand to stroke Anna's golden hair, and Anna looked up at me. "I'm sorry, Anna. I've always had ...

... small breasts."

Anna responded, "Your breasts are beautiful, Leah, and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Let me prove it to you."

Eager lips moved to one of my breasts, while a hand found the other. Anna's tongue circled my nipple, while her fingernail circled the other, driving me wild with anticipation! I became lost in the pleasure, and utterly failed to withstand Anna's assault of pinching, biting, and flicking, not that I wanted to. Anna continued working on both of my breasts at once, and it felt so good that I grabbed two fistfuls of fur, arched my back, and moaned loudly as wave after wave of electrically charged sensations shot through me. Anna was right. Size didn't matter, as long as you surrendered your breasts to the right person.

Anna shifted again, returning to a sitting position over my hips. Using her hand, she moved her long hair away from her eyes. Flames from the fire kissed Anna's hair, face, and breasts with a flickering yellow-orange light. What an erotic sight! Very primal. What year was this? Here I was lying on a fur-covered bed, next to a large fire pit, looking up at a beautiful and strong warrior woman. Had I stepped back in time a thousand years? People then faced constant danger and knew every day might be their last. But, here, in their farmhouse was sanctuary, offering a temporary respite. A place for peace. A place for love.

I looked up at Anna's braless cleavage and marveled once again at the twin orbs. I had to touch them. To feel ...