A Wandering Spirit - Sex Stories

A Wandering Spirit

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I reviewed my float plan with Ellie, including my intention to paddle into Geirangerfjord, take the requested winter kayaking photographs for Toivo, and then return the same evening. Ellie was willing to lend me her kayak, a recreation kayak about 4 meters in length. Shorter and slower than a touring kayak, it was very stable, and I would make do. Ellie cautioned that due to the unusually cold winter, there was some ice in the fjord, but I should be able to work my way through and around it. In addition, because this is Norway, and it is winter, she helped me pack a tarp, sleeping bag, and extra food and water, just in case.

In addition to the Seven Sisters waterfall, other magnificent waterfalls can be found in Geirangerfjord, which is considered by many as the most beautiful fjord in Norway. With the steepest cliffs of any fjord in western Norway, it is quite narrow with almost no shoreline. It so impressed the animation team at Disney that they took inspiration from Geirangerfjord when they created Arendelle - the kingdom over which Elsa the Snow Queen rules. The emerald waters, magical waterfalls, and sheer mountain slopes towering 1400 meters above the water make it a popular summer tourist destination.

Ellie was willing to share her large bed with me, and after looking at the old sofa, that option was appealing. I have a bit of a modest nature, so I went into the lone bedroom first, put on the base layer I would be wearing tomorrow, and got into bed. ...

... Ellie turned off the lights in the living area and entered the bedroom. A single nightlight seemed suddenly brighter as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Ellie began undressing, dropping her clothing to the floor. She was not as tall as me, stockier with wide hips, and had something I lacked - real breasts. Well, mine are real, but because of their small size, they are difficult for others to notice. I watched Ellie's breasts dangle as she removed her leggings and guessed they were a C-cup. I wondered to myself what they must feel like, but it was not a question I dared to ask. Ellie slipped beneath the warm down comforter, completely naked, and whispered to me, "Good night."

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Chapter 4 - Small and Insignificant

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I woke to a pleasant Thursday morning, cool, but sunny and with no wind. A good day for paddling and for taking photographs. Ellie drove me and her kayak south to the waterfront at Hellesylt, and I pushed off into Sunnylvsfjorden. I had to cross a section of this fjord to reach Geirangerfjord, which branches off Sunnylvsfjorden. Geirangerfjord itself is only about 15 kilometers long, or about 9.5 miles. I estimated I could travel between 5 to 6 kilometers per hour, and since Seven Sisters is just over midway into the fjord, I should have adequate time to reach it and return the same day.

I had never seen Geirangerfjord in winter, and now, with abundant snow on the mountains, often draping down the steep mountainsides, I was in awe. The ...