My Scandinavian Lover

by Bella Donnis

  “Shit!” He mumbled under his breath.

  *

  The taxi pulled away from Bar Francois. Jayne was relieved to be getting away from that place - and with her prize too. The sexual tension which had built throughout the night was in no way doused by not being able to drag Astrid away while it still simmered and bubbled. If anything, witnessing the lame pickup attempts by a succession of half men turned Jayne on even more. Astrid was stunning! Men wanted her – But it would be a woman taking her home tonight.

  Astrid placed a hand on Jayne’s knee. “What was that about you leaving Carter & Co? It’s not true is it?”

  “I’m afraid it is. I handed my notice in today. I’ll be leaving in a week.” She put her hand on top of Astrid’s.

  “Why?” The disappointment – hurt even was evident in her voice.

  “Because I don’t believe I have it in myself to make it in advertising. My confidence has taken a bit of a knock recently.”

  “What do you mean your confidence?” Astrid seemed shocked by the revelation.

  “There’s only so many knock backs a girl can take before she has to admit defeat.”

  “I find that so hard to believe. You seem totally together! With some of the crap I’ve seen you put up with in the one day I’ve known you. You just laugh it off. I admire you greatly for that.”

  She was right! Maybe Jayne really did possess the tenacity that Mrs Bateman had insinuated she didn’t have. However, to give up would be to prove the contrary. Regardless of any of that – realistically Jayne still needed a proper job and one that did not pay trainee wages. She wanted a life and she simply could not have one while working at Carter & Co.

  Anyway, all thoughts of work should be put on the back burner until Monday morning. Right now she had a Goddess to show the kind of pleasure only another woman could give.

  *

  Jayne closed the bedroom door and applied the lock. Finally, they were alone. “You’re not escaping my evil clutches madam. I have you now!”

  Astrid laughed and pulled at the chain of Jayne’s necklace which had embedded itself in her cleavage. “I’ve wanted to do that all night long. You sure know how to catch the eye of a usually straight girl.”

  How straight could she really be if she’d stolen glances at her cleavage all night? “We’ll see how straight you feel after I’m done with you.” Jayne closed the curtains though the summer night sky still brightened the room. “I’m in the mood for turning you inside-out tonight.”

  “I’m fully expecting you to show me what all the fuss is about.”

  Jayne wasn’t sure if she completely believed the incredible sight of the girl stood before her – in her bedroom. Astrid was everything she could ever dream of. Long, sculpted legs lead to shapely hips. Her slim waist made the curves of her breasts appear almost unreal. A long, slim neck with clear skin that begged to be kissed. Her facial features were truly angelic, framed by long blonde locks that hung free. But Astrid was not the cold, power hungry girl of first impressions. But instead was warm, compassionate and in need of somebody to show her the way. Jayne felt an overwhelming urge to lead, protect and – for lack of a better word – to show her one heck of a good time. “I’m warning you babe, after tonight, you may become a little hooked on me.”

  “Your confidence excites me.” For a second, a flash of vulnerability flashed across Astrid’s face. This was unchartered territory for the girl.

  Jayne approached her and ran a hand through thick blonde hair, twining it in her fingers. Her other hand caressed the back of her neck and Astrid closed her eyes, breaths slowing down yet becoming deeper. Jayne felt a shiver run up Astrid’s back, her skin alive with sensations.

  Jayne stroked her jawline with the outsides of fingers, then brought her face closer to hers. Their lips close, they breathed the same air. Looking between Astrid’s eyes and lips, Jayne readied herself for this beautiful moment, a moment she wanted to draw out for every last possible second. Finally, their lips touched, pressing gently against each other. Jayne ran her tongue along the inside of Astrid’s lips before connecting with her tongue. The sweet taste of wine still lingered and Jayne felt a slight touch of giddiness which could have been the alcohol or this woman’s lips.

  Jayne ran her hands down the entire length of Astrid’s body, marvelling at the curves, black sequins bristling as she did. How would Astrid’s bare skin feel in her hands and against her own flesh?

  “I’m taking this dress off.” Jayne found the zip at the back and dragged it, slowly down to the tops of Astrid’s buttocks. She ran her hands up the inside of her back, caressing her skin, feeling her quiver from the first touch in that sensitive area. Jayne pulled down the fastens, revealing Astrid’s bare shoulders. She touched lips to Astrid’s collar bone, kissing the fragile area, feeling her expanding chest and heavy breaths.

  “That feels incredible. I love your touch.” Astrid whispered.

  Jayne noticed how Astrid reeled from small, light traces from her fingers and she instantly knew that Astrid had never experienced being touched like this before.

  Jayne could not wait any longer, she needed to glimpse and embrace the flesh of Astrid’s breasts. The scent of sex filled the air as Jayne pulled down Astrid’s dress, slowly revealing her figure which shone bright from the remnants of the day’s sun. Jayne followed the dress all the way to the floor and Astrid stepped out from it, kicking her heels off as she did. Jayne stood, following the contours of this Goddess’s body with firm presses from ravenous hands.

  Jayne took a step back. What else could she do other than admire this body? “You look fucking stunning babe.” She said through exhaled breaths, her eyes fixated upon perfect, clear skin and breasts that needed to escape the confines of their bra. She studied Astrid’s cleavage, deep and lush and noticed nipples hardened and poking through the material.

  Aware she was in a trance, Jayne snapped out of it, lifted her dress from the bottom and threw it over her head. She kicked her heels, perhaps a little too hard and they crashed against the wall. “One less barrier between us!”

  “I thought you were never going to take that off.” Astrid stepped into Jayne, their lips connecting once more.

  Their breasts pushed together and Jayne felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her. She reached round her own back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she unclipped Astrid’s, held her breath and dropped it to the ground.

  There they were - Large, round and perfect. Her globes were deep where they met her ribcage. She had small, pink areolas. Her nipples were hardened and pointed. Astrid knew they were her assets and she smiled proudly at Jayne. “You like these huh?”

  Jayne exhaled again, then moved into Astrid, one hand clutched firmly around her ample breast, the other hand gently stroking blonde locks. Jayne felt a hand cover her own breast, the sensation causing her knees to tremble.

  The yearning to take this over to the bed in order to devour Astrid ran through Jayne’s thoughts. But she wanted to take this slower, to experience every minute. Astrid would be climaxing tonight – that much was certain.

  Jayne ran her hand from Astrid’s breast, along her abdomen and by her hips before settling on her pussy. Black lace underwear clung to flesh, especially around her damp opening and Jayne knew just how much Astrid was being turned on by her delicate caresses. Jayne continued rubbing Astrid’s pussy through the moist material. Yet they presented another barrier between their essences and so Jayne wanted this wall removed.

  She slipped her fingers inside the hems and slowly slid the underwear down Astrid’s long legs, glancing skin as she went.

  “And now off with yours!” Astrid demanded from above.

  “Feel how wet I am babe.” Jayne pulled Astrid’s hand into her pussy and watched as the wide grin spread across her face. “That’s for you!”

  Astrid laughed, rubbing the wet fabric. “I’m glad I have this kind of effect on you.”

  “Babe, you have this kind of
effect on everyone! Hang on.” Jayne yanked down her underwear and pulled Astrid’s hand back into position. “Now - Rub me babe!”

  Jayne moved her feet apart and held the back of Astrid’s hand as she began to work Jayne’s clit. Shudders of ecstasy shot through her every fibre. But this was all wrong. Jayne was supposed to be showing Astrid what it was all about, not the other way around.

  “Ok, ok, ok – Wait.” She took hold of Astrid’s hand and lead her to the bed. “Lie on your back.”

  As Astrid took position, Jayne watched with delight as Astrid’s breasts partially flattened out across her chest. They were perky, youthful and delicious specimens and finally Jayne would have Astrid’s hardened nipples in her mouth.

  Jayne moved up to face Astrid on the bed, kissing her lips then worked her way down to Astrid’s neck. She played with Astrid’s breast, moulding it to the shape of her hand. Her tongue ran its course along Astrid’s collar bone, then down her breast, kissing lightly and settling on the nipple. Jayne lavished touches on the areola before enveloping Astrid’s nipple with her mouth, brushing over with her tongue, sucking the tenderness. She felt Astrid’s body move in small ripples, her breathing becoming deeper and more profound. She delved a hand down Astrid’s body, grazing her hips and settling over her pussy which brushed against her own. Juices had begun drizzling from Jayne’s pussy which now mingled with Astrid’s own wetness. Indeed, Astrid was wet! Jayne teased her finger around Astrid’s lips, gliding around the slippery folds while running her tongue slowly down that Goddess of a chest.

  “I think you’re enjoying this.” Jayne made brief eye contact with her girl as she finally reached Astrid’s soaking clit.

  “Please – Please – Don’t stop!” Astrid pleaded through deep breaths, her breasts heaving with a steady rhythm.

  Jayne still wanted to tease her some more, so she smothered kisses around the insides of Astrid’s shapely thighs while rubbing the lips of her wet pussy with gentle brushes of her finger.

  Now Jayne looked up at that beautiful, enflamed and swollen pussy, juices still dribbling onto the sheets. Wasted. There would be no more wasted fluids dripping from this woman and Jayne ran her tongue once, gently over Astrid’s entire pussy. She yelped in delight, bucked and arched her back before lowering to Jayne once again. “Oh my God, Jayne! Please do that again!”

  Jayne could have brought Astrid’s clit to climax easily, she was almost there anyway. But Jayne deeply wanted to show Astrid what being with a woman, a qualified woman was all about. Jayne had no intention of allowing this woman to get away from her and so she needed to get Astrid hooked. Jayne knew that Astrid would be addicted big time if she could bring her clit and g-spot to climax together. “Bear with me babe!”

  Jayne made herself comfortable and slipped her finger inside Astrid’s pussy who purred with delight. Jayne found a steady rhythm, slowly rubbing, feeling, experiencing Astrid’s insides. She listened to Astrid’s moans and had to readjust her hand as Astrid’s hips lifted from the bed.

  Astrid let out a scream and covered her mouth with a hand. “Um – don’t – stop!” She said through deep intakes of air.

  Jayne stared, fixated on the raw clit that pulsed inches from her eyes. Soon, she would envelop it with her mouth and that thought sent a shock wave down through her body. She slipped an extra finger inside Astrid’s pussy, filling her and Jayne felt heaving muscles clutching tightly around her delving fingers. Jayne curled her fingers slightly and felt the writhing g-spot. She applied more pressure and needed to adjust her position once more as Astrid’s back arched from the bed.

  Astrid screamed again. “Fuck!”

  Now was the time – Jayne moved her mouth over Astrid’s throbbing clit, covering it, licking, sucking and nibbling while her fingers worked inside her pussy.

  Astrid’s clit was almost there, so Jayne pulled away and blew cool air over the hot, exposed and sensitive bud. Astrid’s entire body bucked and Jayne reached up with her free hand and squeezed Astrid’s which held on with an unforeseen grip.

  Jayne pressed hard against Astrid’s now enlarged g-spot and prepared herself for what was to come. She wrapped her mouth once again around Astrid’s clit, sucking harder.

  Astrid held her breath, brought her hips back down to the bed, bit her lower lip between her teeth.

  Then released.

  Astrid threw her hips up and screamed in delight as she gushed juices, a never ending stream of nectar. Jayne lapped it up, devouring every last drop of heaven, her hand being crushed in Astrid’s.

  Astrid zoned out - in her own world as Jayne crawled up the bed to be with her girl. They embraced each other, cold sweat merging together.

  “What the fuck did you just do to me?” Astrid’s skin was red against her blonde hair.

  Jayne had her woman! There was no way Astrid would stray far after experiencing such orgasmic ecstasy. And it was just the beginning. “We’re just getting warmed up!” Jayne said as she moved down the bed and buried her tongue inside Astrid’s pussy.

  *

  On Monday morning, Jayne and Astrid arrived at work together - in a state of near total exhaustion. Jayne had been taken aback by the enormity of Astrid’s sexual appetite, most likely brought on by years of selfish lovers who had no idea how to please her. Jayne had taken care of that and in the process, Astrid had become addicted.

  Abdul was nowhere to be seen and when Mrs Bateman arrived to work, a little later than usual, she called Jayne into the conference room for a meeting. Abdul had been dismissed for inappropriate behaviour and having few other options, Mrs Bateman offered Jayne the accounts executive job on probation.

  Jayne had hugged Mrs Bateman and skipped out of the room to tell Astrid.

  That evening, they returned to Bar Francois and sat in a private booth for the two of them.

  “This is the first meal out I’ve been able to afford for too long.” Jayne said after ordering. “It’s a real celebration.”

  “A new girlfriend and a new job!” Astrid said as she reached over to touch Jayne’s arm.

  “I still can’t believe all this – It’s still sinking in.” Jayne’s career was finally beginning. She would ensure she’d be given the job full-time after her probation period. But the real celebration was beginning a new relationship with this perfect woman - with her Scandinavian lover.

  Also By Bella Donnis

  Molly arrives in Venice and awaits the arrival of her boyfriend Mark. However, when she receives a text that he is breaking up with her, Molly is sent into a state of distress.

  Thankfully, the girlfriend of Mark’s best friend is already in Venice and is the only friendly face for miles. The beautiful and confident Isobel soon creates confusion in Molly’s head as to her own sexuality – She is not a lesbian, or so she believes. But when it comes to Isobel, this stunning brunette, Molly may not be able to help herself.

  She soon finds herself forgetting the torment of her cruel breakup and experiencing something completely new in one of the world’s most beautiful cities. Are these new lesbian feelings the real her – Or was it just One Night In Venice?

  Amazon USA – One Night In Venice

  Amazon UK – One Night In Venice

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