by Tia Wilson
Jonas got into the hot tub and sunk under the steaming water up to his shoulders and let out a contented sigh. He closed his eyes and lay his head back against the edge. I began to undo my robe and Jonas opened his eyes and watched me. I could see that he did not want to take his eyes off me but also wanted to keep up the veneer of being a gentleman. “Do you want me to turn away?” he asked.
“No, I don't mind you looking at me” I said feeling another thrill course through my body. I was never this forward and being even slightly playful with Jonas made me feel good. I had thought for way too long that no man could ever be interested in me. I thought for too long that I really was ugly. Stop it I told myself not wanting to give Craig any power over this beautiful night.
I hung my robe up and stood before him. I wondered if he had ever seen a black woman in a bikini this close up before? Judging by the stares I got in Reykjavik I doubt the locals see many people of colour.
“Wow you look beautiful” he said. I could feel my nipples harden even more under his gaze and I quickly got into the hot tub so he wouldn't see. I submerged myself up to my shoulders and it felt great.
“Thank you,” I replied as the warmth of the water radiated into my body. I moved my arms under the surface and it felt like I was moving through warm silk.
We were out of the worst of the wind and only a few snowflakes floated down and melted instantly when they hit the surface of the hot pot. “Its going to stop soon and with this strong wind we should have a clear sky. Then we should see some northern lights” Jonas said.
I giggled. I couldn't believe it, I was a grown woman and here I was giggling like a school girl. “You sound happy,” he said.
“I am. This is something I have dreamed about since I was a young girl” I said, “I was obsessed with vikings and images of snowy mountains and northern lights.”
“I’m glad I could help in some small way,” he said.
With a flourish Jonas reached behind the hot tub and brought up two frosty glasses and a bottle of green glass frosted in a layer of ice.
“Are you going to try to get me drunk” I said.
“Drunk? No. A little merry. Maybe,” Jonas said smiling.
“I’m up for getting merry,” I said smiling.
“It is an Icelandic tradition to drink some brennivin when out in your hot pot. It brings you luck,” he said filling the two shot glasses and passing one to me.
“Whats brennivin” I said mangling the pronunciation. I smelled the clear liquor in the glass and caught a pungent scent of booze followed by a slight spiciness.
“Its Icelandic schnapps, and very good for you. The name means black death” he said clinking our glasses together. “Down in one,” he said.
I knocked back the shot and the icy liquid flowed down my throat. I got the faint taste of liquorice and nothing else. Almost immediately I could feel the warmth of the booze spreading and making me feel looser and more relaxed. I coughed as I felt the burn flow down my throat and spread its tendrils through my body. “Smooth,” I said coughing again.
Jonas laughed and I felt more warmth spread through me. His laugh was one of inclusion, you felt like you were in on the joke and it had no edge of cruelty. When Craig had laughed it was usually at your expense and to mock you. Screw you Craig I thought as I sunk into the water up to my chin.
“So what brings you to Iceland” he asked.
I told him about my software project and my tale of woe of bad weather, missed flights and possible missed business opportunities. I could really feel myself to loosen up as I talked. I motioned for another drink and we both downed the icy concoction. This is really fitting if this was the national drink I thought, a mixture of fire and ice, just like all the glossy brochures for the country advertised endlessly over pictures of erupting volcanoes and snow capped glaciers. I could feel the fire in my belly now and it was making me relax.
“You told me back in the airport that you used to live here. Why did you move from such a beautiful place?” I asked. In my mind I was already imagining having a small house like Jonas’s, that looked out into the fjord and across the endless night sky. It was probably the brennivin but leaving my life back in America and moving to a beautiful fjord seemed like the best thing I could ever do. My mind filled up with ideas of a simpler life away from the constant hustle of San Francisco. I knew I was doing what every traveller since the beginning of time had dreamed about, the urge to give up your life and start afresh in a new location.
“I think I need another shot before I talk about anything from my past” he said, looking very sombre. We downed our third black death in the space of 15 minutes and I was definitely feeling very buzzed. I better hold off on them for another while or I would be throwing myself at Jonas I thought, my usual rational and restrained part of me kicking in. Another part was also battling for attention and that was the part of me screaming out that a one night stand with a hunk would do me good. I was actually doing my best at the moment from holding off and not just pouncing on him and wrapping my arms around his massive shoulders and pressing him tight against me. The rational part was clearly losing.
“This all happened over ten years ago. Back then I lived in the town centre, a few houses away from our only schoolhouse. It was a warm autumn day and I was sitting out my back garden enjoying the last bit of warmth before the long endless winter nights came and darkened the town. The first thing I noticed was the smell of something acrid in the breeze and then I could see the first billows of smoke across the rooftops. I immediately ran towards where the smoke was coming from. It was the schoolhouse that was ablaze and all the kids and the teachers were standing outside looking miserable. Everyone had got out okay or so we thought until one of the kids started to cry and began shouting where is Tomas.”
Jonas rubbed his hand down his face and continued. “I knew the teacher standing with the children, he was an old warhorse whose family had lived in the fjord for many generations. “Are we missing someone?” I asked feeling panic begin to rise. He quickly tried to count and check if everyone was accounted for. In those days there was probably no more then thirty students in the school. As he tried to count the panicked and frightened kids increasingly began to exclaim, where is Tomas. The teachers eyes went wide with fear as he realised Tomas was unaccounted for. “What class should he of been in?” I shouted. The next few minutes were a blur, parts I have tried to forget and other parts I think my mind does not want to return to.”
Jonas paused again before going on. “My following actions were without fear or thoughts of heroism. I just acted on pure instinct. I ran into the burning building and immediately my lungs were filed with acrid smoke.” Jonas stopped with a hitch to his breathing. He put up a hand and wiped away a tear. “Sorry, I cant go on. It might be nearly ten years ago but I rarely speak about it. We can talk about it another time.”
I could see how much it was tearing him apart inside so I didn't push him to open up, not yet anyway I thought. The alcohol inside me was making me feel relaxed and spontaneous and I did something I had never done before, make the first move. I slid over in the hot tub and put a reassuring arm around him. We turned to face each other and I looked deep into his piercing blue eyes. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen” he said.
He leaned in to me and I could feel the hairs on my head tingle as we moved closer together to kiss. His lips brushed across mine tentatively at first and then we were both consumed by passion. He ran his coarse hands across the back of my neck sending ripples of pleasure through me. Our lips parted and our tongues brushed tips and the sensation made me hungry for more. I wanted to be consumed by this Viking man, I wanted to feel like the ebony goddess I was. I pictured a pale Viking warrior hand in hand with his ebony queen striding across the land with all eyes on them. My body tingled as I realised I was living out my ultimate fantasy. The way Jonas had looked at me made me feel like a beautiful woman and I could feel a growing ball of sweet tension at my core.
Jonas’s large hands stroked and caressed my neck and then moved below the water and cupped my breasts. My nipples were as hard as tempered steel and thrilled as his hands moved over them. I swivelled around to face him and spread my legs and sat on his lap.
I could feel his thick cock rubbing against me and my body hummed at the feeling. We were like animals in heat, rutting and humping against each other. My world was a pinprick of pleasure centred on his thick member rubbing against my pussy and his hands and lips on my body.
Jonas’s mouth was on my sensitive neck biting and nibbling at it, “Stand up” I whispered in his ear. I felt like I was a different woman, and the man before me, the dazzling light show above me and the wide expanse of the fjord all worked their magic on me. He stood up and got out of the warm water and steam began to rise from his perfect Viking physique, wisps of steam curling off his broad shoulders. His shorts bulged in the front and I knew that his stiff cock wanted to be free. I knelt before him, my Viking warrior towering over me. With one yank I pulled off his shorts and then I was faced with this Vikings one true weapon.
His cock was inches from my face. Thick and veined it virtually throbbed for my attention. I stroked my fingers along the soft sack and then gripped the thick base of his member. I puckered my sensuous lips and rubbed the head of his cock over them. With one slick motion I licked from the base of his cock to the glistening head with my broad flat tongue. His salty manly taste and smell was making my pussy pulse in anticipation of feeling him inside me.
I parted my lips and took his cock into me. Its length slid into the warm recess of my waiting mouth. Slowly I moved my head up and down alternating the pressure of my lips on the shaft of his amazing cock. I skilfully moved my tongue side to side like a snake sensing his surroundings as his cock moved back and forth inside my warm depths.
With every downwards plunge of my head Jonas let out a satisfied grunt. He was starting to speed up and buck his hips forwards with every one of my downward motions. I could feel his cock swell and twitch in my mouth and I knew he was close to the edge already. I felt like a woman in control as I brought him to the cusp of pleasure.
I pulled away and Jonas slide back into the steamy water of the hot tub. He pulled me towards him and his hands and mouth worked over my supple flesh. He slipped a hand between my legs and the first contact as his fingers moved across my pussy nearly made me explode straight away. I slipped out of my bikini bottoms and moved to the other side of the hot tub and turned around and looked over my shoulders at Jonas. No words needed to pass between us. My body hummed with anticipation as my mind reeled at the fact I was living out a long wished for fantasy. There was nothing I loved more then being taken from behind and I loved when a man squeezed my sizeable and curvy ass, the fact that it was an Icelandic viking about to do it to me made my toes curl.
Jonas stood behind me and bent to kiss my ass cheeks sticking out of the water. “My God woman you have the most unbelievable ass I have ever seen” he said sounding like he was in pure awe at my curves. As he kissed my cheeks he slipped a hand between my legs, I bit into my arm as pleasure surged through my body. He slipped two fingers inside me and his thumb moved in circles around my engorged clit and I moaned in ecstasy. This Viking warrior was making me weak at the knees. I could barely stand as my body was bombarded with the sweet waves of pleasure.
I was bucking my hips hard against his hand and I could already feel myself close to the edge. “Fuck me Viking” I said panting hard.
Jonas rubbed the thick head of his cock over my pussy spreading the lips wide. As the tip slide in I closed my eyes tight at the fireworks going off in my head. With a fluid motion he slid his cock all the way into me and my pussy and body sang out in exaltation at the feeling. I squeezed the walls of my pussy tight against him, locking him into me so I could feel every delicious stroke intensely.
Jonas put his work hardened hands on my ass and began to fuck me in long rhythmic strokes of pure unbridled pleasure. We where both grunting like animals as our individual wants and needs combined in this moment of utter closeness. I threw my head back and stared up at the sky as a purple fringe of light danced across the black expanse. I clenched down on him hard and it was as if with each stroke of his hips the colours in the sky faded and changed in rhythm. I closed my eyes as the colours from above danced like shadows behind my eyelids, figments burnt into my senses as my world reduced down to the sweet sensation of Jonas between my legs.
In the pit of my stomach I could feel the fiery furnace of a super nova orgasm about to explode. In ragged breaths I moaned I that I was close to peaking. Jonas speed up his powerful thrusts and I could feel he was about to cum. In a ragged breath he said, “Look up.”
I looked up and above us was the shimmering curtain of the most beautiful iridescent greens tinged with a faint purple hue. The sky was awash with the otherworldly display of the northern lights as it stretched across the width of the fjord, brushing against the mountain ranges on each side.
My brain buzzed with the stunning beauty above and then my orgasm slammed into me as I felt Jonas buck hard against me as he shot his hot load deep into my pussy. My pussy fluttered the exquisite dance of an intense all over orgasm as the waves of pleasure radiated outwards. All thoughts and feeling focused on the amazing sensation of the Vikings cock inside me filling me with his seed.
My breath came out in ragged bursts as my body felt like it was made of the finest crystal glass and then was filled with the warmest of honey. The waves of the orgasm washed over me and then slowly subsided. Throughout the whole time as I was blasted with pleasure my eyes had never left the wondrous display above me. What I was seeing above undulating and shimmering above was like what I had just felt moving through my body. The light display above was beautiful to look at and as I breathlessly stared up at it I knew it was something I wanted to experience again. The northern lights was the visual manifestation of the orgasm that had rippled through my body.
Maybe it was the brennivin or the amazing northern lights above me, but I felt an extreme connection to this man and this land. Was it too far fetched to think I could be this pale Vikings beautiful ebony goddess? I stared up at the sky breathing hard as Jonas gently squeezed the curve of my hips. For the first time in as long as I could remember I felt like a woman again, a beautiful woman who had the power to entrance a man. As the sheets of colour cascaded over each other I felt the last bit of hate towards Craig blink out like a dying star, he was a shallow and petty man with cruelty in his heart and his words held no more power over me. I thought of Gunna's words from earlier, “Fuck the pain away,” she had told me and I now knew that it was exactly what I needed. I regretted the months I had spent with the word “ugly” filling my mind and stripping me of my confidence. How every time a man looked at me and smiled I would think that he was judging me and secretly holding back his disgust at my ugliness. I had let Craig and his words hold so much power over my life and for too long. The snow storm and the diverted flight now looked like the best thing that could of happened to me. Removed from my old life and in a place where no one knew me I was able to take the initiative and live out one of my oldest fantasies
No more would Craig and his cruelty have an effect on me. From this day on I promised myself I would believe in myself and maybe just maybe start to see that I was an attractive woman who did deserve to be adored and respected by men. I knew that this encounter would be only a one night stand and in a way I wished I could tell Jonas what was going on in my mind and how much this night had meant to me so far.
Jonas pulled away from me and I felt a warmth between my legs. He pushed over to the other side of the hot pot and submerged himself up to his shoulders. He looked at me with a warm smile on his face. “That was amazing,” he said as his smile broadened, “you are amazing.”
I moved over beside him and put my head on his shoulders and I stared up at the sky as I became entranced by the wondrous flickering in the night sky. The
lights undulated and pulsed in what seemed like a random pattern, with each permutation more beautiful then the last. I could get used to this I thought. Was it really so crazy for a black woman to move from America and try to build a new life in this beautiful and remote fjord in Iceland? I was not an impulsive person but already I was starting to imagine what life would be like here. A life stripped of all the bullshit that had accumulated back home, reduced to its simplest form and surrounded by what was important. I was already trying to figure out how to run my business from here and thought, so what if its only wish fulfilment. Isn’t it good to dream big I told myself and I added how bad could it be if I also had my Viking warrior by my side? If I’m going to dream I may as well have it all, the house in the fjord and the handsome man to go with it.
The noise of clinking glasses brought me out of my reverie. Jonas held up two frosted shot glasses. We downed another shot of the chilly Icelandic schnapps and its warmth quickly spread throughout my system. I could sit here all night looking up at the stars with this man beside me. “When do you have to return to the States?” asked Jonas.
That was question for another time, right now I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I wrapped my arms around this hunk of a man and began to slowly kiss him. The future would have to wait. I wanted to feel him close to me again, but in the back of my mind I was dreaming again, adding details and plans as the idea began to take root in the fertile soil of my mind. Could this country already have gotten a hold of my heart in a few short days I wondered. A light breeze blew in from the sea bringing the crisp scent of salt and if I listened closely I could hear the voice of the land telling me to take a chance and start a new life. As the voices crying out for a new beginnings rested gently in my ear Jonas pulled me close to him and all other thoughts were forgotten as our passions rose once again.
Chapter Four
My senses slowly began to awaken as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee began to drag me from my sleep. I had been dreaming about a small wooden cabin nestled at the base of a mountain with a view across a picturesque fjord. Before the smell of the coffee had awoken me I had been kneeling in a garden planting vegetables. The dream was a million miles away from my life in San Francisco. That was a life packed with late night coding sessions, crushing deadlines and weekends spent working and then crashing in front of the TV in an exhausted mess. I had been pushing the limits for a long time now as my team readied their new eduction software and this unintended stop in a remote Icelandic town had been making me take a look at my life. It wasn't only the stunning scenery that was working its magic on me, it was the man I spent most of last night with.