5 comments/ 43603 views/ 6 favorites Aurora Borealis By: midwestgent Working for a large international company has its pros and cons. The opportunity to travel to different places, see unique sights, and experience diverse cultures definitely falls into the "pros" side of the equation. Sometimes the travels are glamorous and exciting, other times they can be better described as dreadful. Dreadful was certainly the first adjective that came to mind when I got the news that our March management team meeting would be held at the Ice Hotel in northern Sweden. My boss at the time was a proud native Swede who wanted to show off his homeland and at the same time share a little bit of Scandinavian culture with those of us less familiar with life in the Nordic. Winter has never been one of my favorite seasons so when it comes to traveling, whether it is business or pleasure, I tend to migrate in the direction of the Equator, not the polar ice caps. Call me a wimp if you'd like, but give me the option between a warm sunny beach anywhere in the world versus snow covered tundra and you can safely bet I'll opt for the tropics every time. Like most naïve Americans when it comes to world geography, my knowledge of Sweden was pretty limited. I thought it might be worth finding out a little more about Sweden before I jumped to any conclusions, so I did what every thirty something geographically challenged guy does in this day and age, I "GOOGLED" the Ice Hotel. Maybe my initial thoughts about Sweden and cold weather were wrong. After all, weren't Swedish models famous for modeling swimwear? My momentary delusions of blue eyed blonds wearing skimpy bikinis and frolicking around in the sun were quickly replaced with more realistic visions of me freezing my ass off when I clicked on the web page for the Ice Hotel. Imagine the joy that rushed over me as I read the opening line from the web site: "A Hotel Built of Ice and Snow." That was the headline on the home page. The text immediately beneath the headline did little to bolster my confidence. "The Ice Hotel is situated in the village of Jukkasjärvi, 200 kilometers north of the Arctic Circle in Sweden." For some people, spending a few nights in an igloo (excuse me, an "Ice Hotel"), 125 miles north of the Arctic Circle might seem like a vacation. I just didn't happen to be one of those rare people. Unfortunately, this was business and the option of saying no to this once in a lifetime opportunity didn't seem like the best career move on my part. When the boss sets up a meeting in his home country and books rooms in a hotel that sells out a year in advance, you have two choices. Either you jump in front of a car to break enough bones to get a sympathy reprieve, or you lie through your teeth and say, "Sounds like fun, I can't wait!" I chose the latter option. The plans were set. I was scheduled to leave Cincinnati on a Sunday evening. I would arrive in Stockholm on Monday morning. From there I would fly to Kiruna where someone would pick me up and take me to the hotel. I would be in Jukkasjärvi by early Monday evening. We had meetings scheduled for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and I would fly home on Friday. I arrived in Stockholm right on schedule. I had booked an early flight so that I had plenty of layover time given the fact that there were only two flights each day from Stockholm to Kiruna, one in the morning and one in the evening. Missing the evening flight would mean I couldn't get to the Ice Hotel until mid day the following day. I was also scheduled to meet up with the rest of the team in Stockholm, so missing the connecting flight would mean that I would be on my own for transportation once I got to Kiruna, not something I really wanted to tackle. One of the pains about traveling internationally is that if you check luggage, you have to pick up your baggage when you land at the first international stop, hand carry it through customs, and then re-check it to your final destination. For me, this meant that I had to claim my checked suitcase in Stockholm and then re-check it for the flight to Kiruna. No problem. I've traveled internationally quite a bit so I was familiar with the routine, and I had been to Stockholm a couple of times before so I was familiar with the airport. It wasn't until the last piece of luggage came down the baggage carrousel and the conveyor stopped that I realized there might be a problem. I had arrived safely in Sweden but my suitcase had apparently taken a detour somewhere along the way. "I'm really sorry Mr. Cochran," The Delta Representative apologized. "It appears that your suitcase did not get put on the plane in Cincinnati." If there was any color left in my face after the ten hour flight from Cincinnati, it must have drained immediately as the reality hit. Not only am I a hundred miles north of the Arctic Circle, but I'm a hundred miles north of the Arctic Circle and I have no clothes -- GREAT! I was not looking forward to this trip before, now I was really not looking forward to it. Lucky for me, the Stockholm airport has a large shopping area where I could pick up some essentials like a razor, a toothbrush, a couple of shirts, etc. I was able to find all of the necessities to get me by for a day or two until my suitcase could catch up with me. When I arrived at the gate for the Kiruna flight, the rest of the team was already there. I was the only person flying in from the states; everyone else was coming from somewhere in Europe. There were eight other gentlemen besides myself and one lady. At thirty-six I was by far the youngest gent in the group with the average age being somewhere in the vicinity of sixty. Margret was the only bright spot amongst the old geysers. Thirty something and very attractive, Margret could turn heads in just about any crowd. The boss rarely went anywhere without his "assistant", so it wasn't a surprise she was along for the trip. The flight to Kiruna was about three hours long. There were no commercial airplanes at the airport when we arrived and only a handful of private planes. The airport terminal consisted of a single building that looked more like a pole barn than an airport terminal. There was one building, one plane, and one bus picking us up, not exactly JFK or Chicago O'Hare. I found out later that there are really only two options to get from the Kiruna airport to the Ice Hotel. You can go by bus, or you can go by dogsled. I was glad I didn't miss the bus! When we arrived at the Ice Hotel we headed for the check in. The plan was that we would sleep in the actual Ice Hotel the first night, then the other nights we would sleep in normal cabins with some more modern conveniences, like heat and running water. "Drop your luggage off in your cabins and then head to the supply room," we were instructed by the check in clerk. "You will need to get a snow suit, hat, gloves, and boots that you will wear for the duration of your stay. Make sure you're back here by six o'clock, for the mandatory survival training." This just keeps getting better, I thought, as I headed for the supply room to get fitted with the essential winter gear. Here I am, a warm blooded wimp who shivers when the temperature drops below freezing. I'm walking across a frozen pathway in a remote place of the world 125 miles north of the Arctic Circle. I'm wearing the one and only set of clothes that arrived with me, and I'm headed for my first lesson in survival training. Jumping in front of the car might have been the better option in hindsight. The survival training actually turned out to be pretty educational and not nearly as intimidating as the name implied. We were assured that no one would die and we were given a few pointers about staying warm. Probably the most useful advise we were given was to be careful drinking in the Ice Bar located inside the Ice Hotel. "The temperature inside the Ice Bar stays around -5C," instructed the resident expert. "At that temperature your body metabolizes alcohol much slower than normal, so you can drink several drinks and feel no effect." "The problem," she continued, "Comes when you have to go to the bathroom. The bathrooms are located outside of the Ice Hotel so they can be heated and have running water. When you enter the warm bathroom your body temperature accelerates and so does your metabolism and all of sudden if you are not careful, you find yourself staggering back to the bar or passed out on the floor." I must admit, I would have never thought about that one on my own. By ten o'clock the first night, I was wiped out and ready for bed. Between the cold air and the jet lag from flying in from the states, it was all I could do to stay awake. I wasn't quite sure how well I would sleep in an igloo on a block of ice, but it turned out that I slept like a baby. The beds were actually made of ice. On top of the ice was a layer of reindeer skins that provided a remarkably effective layer of insulation. On top of the reindeer skins was a heavy down sleeping bag. Despite the fact that the temperature inside the hotel was -5C, I crawled into the sleeping bag with only my boxers and a tee shirt on and was perfectly cozy. Sleeping in a fur lined hat to keep my ears warm was a little unusual, but it didn't prevent me from getting a really sound sleep. The following day was a typical business day. We had reserved a conference room and spent the day having a normal business meeting. The meeting ran until six o'clock, dinner lasted until almost nine, and then we called it a day. Those of us that managed to sleep well the night before on those beds of ice headed for the Ice Bar for a drink. Those who didn't sleep so well the night before headed for the comfort of their warm cabins and soft beds to get a head start on what they hoped would be a good night's sleep. By eleven o'clock, all of my colleagues, with the exception of Margret, had decided to call it a night. My boss was the last of the group to leave and I was really surprised Margret wasn't right behind him. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the relationship between the two of them was purely professional. I had always assumed that the reason Margret traveled with the boss had nothing to do with professional courtesy and everything to do with the 38D boobs she proudly displayed. Margret had an incredible body that she loved to show off. The thought of snuggling up with that hard body and sharing some body heat and a little friction was something that I had fantasized about on more than one occasion. Could tonight be my lucky night? "What can I get you to drink?" I asked her, as we sat on a bench carved out of ice. "I really need to get to sleep," she replied, looking at her watch for about the tenth time in the last five minutes. "Come on Margret," I pleaded. "Can't you hang around for just one more drink? My biological clock still thinks I am in the US where it's only four o'clock in the afternoon. I'm wide awake and need some company." "I really can't," she nervously countered, as she stood up to leave and once again looked at her watch. Now it made more sense. The boss didn't want the rest of us to see the two of them leave together, so he must have told her to meet him back at his room at a certain time. That was why she kept checking her watch every two minutes. It was either a nervous habit or the anticipation was killing her making each of those two minute intervals seem like hours. Either way, if someone was getting into Margret's panties tonight, it was not going to be me. Once Margaret left, the bartender and I were the only breathing life forms remaining in the bar. I'm pretty sure even bacteria couldn't survive in that cold, and even if they could, they would be hunkered down hibernating under some ice block and not out trying to reproduce. With no one else in the place, I took the opportunity to do some exploring and check out the bar in greater detail. The bar was actually pretty amazing. Literally everything in the bar was made of ice. The bar itself was ice, the bar stools were ice, the small benches and tables scattered around the bar were all made of ice. Even the glasses used to serve the drinks were made of ice instead of glass. Each glass was good for three of four refills before the rim of the glass melted away from the heat of your lips when you took a sip. If you were smart, you rotated the square glass and drank from alternating sides to make it last longer. The bartender was kind enough to give you a discount each time you reused the same glass. The drinks themselves were unique as well. The bar was sponsored by Sweden's own Absolute Vodka, so every drink on the menu was some concoction of vodka. Each drink was colorful and inviting with names like "Blue Passion" and "Tangerine Tango." The trick was to avoid drinking too many too fast and find yourself being used as the latest example in next week's survival training class. In addition to the ice furniture, the bar was also decorated with several ice sculptures. A ten foot ice polar bear greeted you when you entered the bar. Behind the bar was an eight foot tall ice rendition of a bottle of Absolute, complete with the name etched into the front of the bottle. There was even an ice orchestra complete with a functional pipe organ made of ice and an ensemble of sting instruments made completely of ice except for the strings. It was quite impressive to say the least and the bartender swore the instruments were actually functional. After a quick tour of the bar, I plopped back down on one of the reindeer skin covered benches and started sipping on my fourth different drink experiment of the night. This one was a bright red concoction of some sort that was called "Luscious Lingenberry". Like the previous three drinks, the vodka laced fruit drink went down way too smoothly. With the now empty glass in hand, or I should say "in glove", I scampered back to the bar to see what was next on my list of new drinks to try. As I was standing at the bar debating over my next selection, a young lady snuck past Mr. Polar Bear and slipped into the bar. I say young lady but to be honest, that was just a guess at the time. Dressed in the customary snow suit, complete with hat, gloves, and boots, it's not so easy to accurately gage details like size, weight, age, etc. Given that we were the only two in the bar, except for the bartender, it didn't take a tremendous amount of courage on my part to strike up a conversation with the new arrival. The only potentially stumbling block was whether or not she spoke English. When she entered the bar, her initial conversation with the bartender sounded like it might have been either Swedish, or maybe even German, but it certainly was not English. "Sprechen sie English?" I asked her, as she stood leaning against the ice bar. I was in trouble if she said no. That was one of only about three German phrases I could speak and if she only spoke Swedish, the number of phrases I knew in Swedish was even less than that. "It's your lucky day," she replied in perfect English. "If you would have said sprechen sie Italian or sprechen sie Mandarin I would have been in trouble, but Sprechen Sie English is not a problem." "You speak English quite well," I replied, in a somewhat surprised tone of voice. "And it's even that funny dialect we speak in the US instead of the Oxford English spoken in the mother land." "Four years of undergraduate studies at Duke and a couple of year's graduate work at Princeton," she added. "It's pretty tough to survive in the universities unless you master the language." "By the way," she continued, "My name is Kaysa." We spent most of the next hour sharing chit chat about each other's past and what had brought each of us here. Kaysa had grown up in central Sweden about half way between Stockholm and the block of ice we were currently sitting on. She had gone to the US to study business, but after getting her Masters degree, decided she wanted to come back home to Sweden to be closer to nature and the homeland she loved. For the past two winters, she had spent her time as a tour guide for Ice Hotel providing guided dogsled tours to guests at the hotel. I'd say that is just about as close to nature as you could ever hope to get. After another couple of drinks, either the jet lag or the vodka was weighing heavy on my eyelids. We both agreed it was probably time to call it a night and parted ways with an agreement to continue my education of Sweden the following night in the same place. "So what did you do for fun today?" Kaysa asked me, as I plopped down beside her on an ice bench the following evening at the infamous Ice Bar. "Did you go snowmobiling? Did you go on a dogsled ride? Did you go reindeer sledding?" "Let's see," I stammered, as I glanced down at my watch. "I was in the conference room from eight this morning until about six. We had dinner at the restaurant from six until nine and it's ten o'clock now. Tough to say which of those exciting events was the most fun." "I can't believe you came half way across the world to just sit in a conference room. You can't leave Jukkasjärvi until you've experienced some of the local culture and activities. When are you heading back to the States?" she quizzed me. "I have another full agenda scheduled for tomorrow, and then I fly back on Friday. Looks like I'm going to miss out on all the fun," I responded. "You can't," Kaysa fired back like a true ambassador of the Swedish Chamber of Commerce. "You can't leave until you've experienced the real Sweden. Stay here Friday, Saturday and Sunday and fly back on Monday. I'll be your personal tour guide and activities planner for the three days." If she had made that offer when I arrived on Monday, my answer would have been a quick and decisive "Thanks, but no thanks, or maybe even a no, and hell no." Three extra days in sub-zero temperatures would not have even come under consideration. I was starting to like this place though. What little I had seen was pretty fascinating and the idea of seeing a little more of it actually sounded pretty good. I didn't have to be back in the States before the following Wednesday and my suitcase had finally arrived from the states, so staying through the weekend was certainly an option. "I'm sure this place is sold out," was my feeble attempt at gracefully saying I'm not so sure about this. "Not to worry," Kaysa was quick to shoot down my poor attempt at an excuse. "This place may be booked a year in advance, but there are almost always vacancies because somebody doesn't show. This is not exactly New York or Chicago where tons of people are looking for hotel rooms every night. You don't come here unless you already have a reservation, so when somebody cancels late, there aren't people waiting to take the room. Besides, she continued, if all else fails, you can stay at my place." "What could I say?" My colleagues all boarded the bus back to the airport on Friday morning to catch the early flight back to Stockholm. I convinced them my flight was later and that I would take the late bus back to the airport. What I somehow forgot to mention was that the bus I was taking would be on Monday, not today. Friday was a free day for Kaysa since most of the guests were heading home from their week long adventure and the next round of adventure seekers wouldn't arrive until Monday or Tuesday. Lucky for me, Kaysa decided to use her free day to show me the real Sweden. The afternoon started with a dogsled tour deep into Lappland, the countryside of northern Sweden where the native Sami still heard and raise reindeer the same way their ancestors have done for hundreds of years. Kaysa's team of dogs were excited and thrilled to be running through the countryside, even if it meant towing a sled and two passengers behind them. They were chomping at the bit to run, and run they did. Aurora Borealis After a three hour tour of the countryside, the dogs were finally ready to rest and my chilled bones were feeling the need to thaw out in some place where the mercury was on the positive side of the freezing mark. "I have the perfect solution," Kaysa offered, in response to my hints that it might be time to go inside and soak up some heat. "The best way to warm up after an afternoon in the elements is a sauna," she quickly added. "Let's head back to the hotel and hit the sauna." My naïve American perspective on world cultures was once again challenged as we prepared for the sauna. In the US, if you went to a sauna, there would either be a men's sauna and a separate women's sauna, or if they were shared, the dress code would require bathing suits in the sauna. This was Europe though, and the rules were different. There was only one dressing room as we entered the sauna. There was no men's dressing room, no women's dressing room, simply "The Dressing Room." I think Kaysa recognized my hesitation as I was caught off guard and she laughed as she said, "Yes Brian, there is only one. Close your eyes if you must." Two minutes later Kaysa was out of her snow suit, out of her jeans, out of her sweater, and out of the camisole and panties that provided the last thin layer of protection in her multiple layers of clothing. I couldn't help but stare at the magnificent beauty standing naked before me as she reached for a terrycloth robe. This was the first time I had seen Kaysa without her multiple layers of thermal protection. I had previously recognized her pretty facial features and her warm and inviting smile, but buried beneath the required survival gear, I had know idea if she had an athletic toned body like the stereotypical Swedish swimsuit model, of if she was packing her own layer of insulation in the form of a few natural layers of insulation called body fat. There was no longer a mystery to that question as she stood completely naked in front of me. "You're going to get a little warm in that snow suit inside the sauna," Kaysa laughed, as I sat there still fully clothed almost in a frozen state of disbelief. It wasn't until I wiggled out of the snow suit and was preparing to pull the sweater over my head that I realized that Kaysa's unconventional striptease had not only left me awestruck, it had left me sporting a raging hard on. The snow suit had easily covered my situation and even now with my jeans on it might not be obvious that I was in such a state of arousal, but the next piece of clothing that I would remove would be my jeans and then there would be no hiding my condition. I was hoping to get out of the remainder of my clothes and into a robe before Kaysa noticed my condition, but she was going to have nothing to do with that. Just as I had watched her undress, it was now my turn to be in the spot light as her eyes were fixed on every move I made. As my jeans slid down over my erection, my stiff cock snapped briefly inside of my boxers before letting my jeans slide free. I heard a soft moan of approval and caught a coy smile on Kaysa's face as it was now obvious to her that her simple act of disrobing had left a lasting impression on me. With Kaysa standing three feet in front of me wearing nothing but a smile and a bathrobe that she left open in the front, any hope that my erection would relax in time for me to make a graceful removal of my boxers was nothing more than wishful thinking. The more I thought about it, the harder I felt myself getting. As my satin boxers hit the dressing room floor, Kaysa handed me a matching bathrobe. With a wink and a grin, she giggled briefly and said, "Come on big boy, let's get that thing in the sauna and see if it shrivels up." The sauna was about thirty strides away from the dressing room. As we reached the door, Kaysa removed her robe and hung it on a standing rack just outside of the door. Assuming this was standard protocol, I followed her lead and did the same. The thirty steps between the dressing room and the sauna were too few to allow for my erection to subside, and a quick flash of fear shot through my head as I realized there were two other robes already hanging on the rack. Kaysa didn't hesitate at all as she flung open the sauna door and entered the steamy interior. There were two other young ladies sitting naked on the bench directly across from the door, their bodies glistening with moisture indicating they had been in there for at least a few minutes. Kaysa headed straight for our two sauna-mates and as they stood to greet her, she gave each a hug and friendly kiss on the cheek. My erection had dwindled a little during the walk form the dressing room, but the sight of these three girls standing there naked and hugging each other was just the fuel my cock needed to lurch back to full staff. "Brian, this is Marissa and Anna," Kaysa introduced me to her friends. "Marissa, Anna, this is Brian. I'm giving him the special guest tour this weekend." "Oh, I'm sorry," Kaysa continued in an apologetic tone, "How could I be so rude. This is Woody," she continued, laughing and pointing to the part of my anatomy that was now standing tall and begging for attention. As it turns out, Marissa was the resident survival trainer that I had met on my first day of arrival; I just didn't recognize her sitting there naked and not dressed in the standard issue snow suit and hat. Anna worked in guest relations and was in charge of booking parties and large groups for the Ice Hotel. After about fifteen minutes of the steamy sauna we were all pretty much thawed to the bone and drained of just about any remaining energy. The heat and steam was definitely relaxing and a great way to melt away the chill of a day spent out in the cold, but fifteen minutes was about all I could stand. As we rinsed off in the community shower back in the dressing room, Kaysa asked Anna if they had any cancellations for the weekend, filling her in on my predicament about needing a room. "I know we have at least one cabin open," Anna replied. "Stop by the front desk after you get dressed and I'll set you up. The honeymoon suite in the Ice Hotel is open for tonight if you'd rather sleep there instead of the cabin," she added. "The lucky bride and groom that were supposed to be staying here got cold feet and called off the wedding at the last minute." "I'd love to sleep in the honeymoon suite," Kaysa responded. "I've never slept in that particular room and it is absolutely beautiful." "It's yours," Anna countered. "I'll fill out the guest register under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Woody E. Rection," she laughed, giving me a sexy wink and smile. As we finished drying off and getting dressed, Kaysa told me she had some work to get done to prep for next week's guest arrivals. We agreed to meet back at the Ice Bar at nine o'clock for our nightly ritual of drinking and chatting. When Kaysa arrived at fifteen past nine, I was already on my second glass of Absolute something. My latest drink selection was the "Blue Passion", believing somehow the name of the drink might improve my chances of consummating my friendship with Kaysa later in the honeymoon suite. For the next two hours we drank and chatted just as we had done on the previous nights, reflecting on how much fun we had and how appreciative I was that she had taken time to help me see the real Sweden. "You ready to go check out the honeymoon suite?" Kaysa asked, with a raise of her eyebrow and a half grin. "Let's go," I quickly agreed, as I put my empty glass, or rather "hollow ice cube" down on the bar and headed for the door. The honeymoon suite was indeed incredible. It was by far the most extravagant room in the Ice Hotel. Several ice sculptures decorated the large suite and they had somehow lighted the sculptures with a soft blue light to make them glow and stand out from the snow white walls and floor. A large king sized ice bed sat in the middle of the room covered with the traditional reindeer skins and a sleeping bag made for two people lying on top. "It's calling us," Kaysa whispered, holding one hand to her ear and pointing to the bed with her other. Two seconds later Kaysa had started peeling off the layers of thermal protection just as she had done earlier in the sauna. I must have looked like a fan at a spectator sport, or maybe just a pervert, but I couldn't help just standing there staring at her disrobe as layer by layer fell to the floor exposing her gorgeous body. Kaysa stripped all the way down to a sexy red bra and panties that looked like they had come from Victoria's Secret or some high fashion lingerie boutique. I only got a quick glimpse before she jumped in the sleeping bag to get warm, but she looked absolutely incredible in the lacy red bra that perfectly framed her ample tits and the matching bikini panties that barely covered her shaven womanhood. "You just going to stand there gawking or you going to join me," Kaysa quizzed me, snapping me back to my senses. Thirty seconds later I was down to my boxers once again and slipping into the sleeping bag beside her. Kaysa was lying on her side in a spoon position trying to keep warm when I slid in beside her. Both my skin and the inside of the sleeping bag were still cold from exposure to the sub freezing temperature in the room. As I snuggled up behind Kaysa to share some body heat, the contrast between my cold flesh and her warm body sent an electrifying jolt through my body causing my cock to jump to an almost instant erection. Neither the thin satin fabric of my boxers nor the sheer lace of Kaysa's panties could even begin to conceal the hardness of my cock as it nestled comfortably against her firm hind side "Well, well," Kaysa commented as she reached back and slid her hand between us, rubbing my erection through the soft fabric of my shorts. "It feels to me like somebody's excited to be in the honeymoon suite." Kaysa continued gently rubbing and stroking my rigid member through the shear satin material. I was already hard when she began her sensual stroking, but somehow her gifted hands managed to bring me to an even higher state of arousal. I could already feel a wet spot forming in the satin at the tip of my cock where the pre cum oozing from my eagerness quickly soaked into the slippery fabric. The sleeping bag was pretty tight with both of us inside, but I managed to wiggle around just enough to slide my boxers down to my ankles and then kick them free. Kaysa wasted no time in fumbling to re-find my raging hard on as her probing hand immediately returned to its mission. "I don't think these are adding much warmth," I laughed, as I helped Kaysa wiggle free from her bra and panties. As we repositioned our now completely naked bodies back into the spoon position to share some body heat, Kaysa opened her legs just enough to guide my straining cock between her thighs. The angle was wrong for me to actually enter her now steaming pussy, but I could feel her heat and dampness as my cock lay firmly pressed along the length of her opening. Kaysa's soft fingers continued their massage and stroking of my cock, but from this position she could also pleasure herself at the same time. Each of her long, sensual strokes started at the base of my cock, rolled across the head of my shaft, and ended with a circular stroke of her own clit. I'm not sure if it was pre cum from my own arousal or Kaysa's juices oozing from her desire, but I could feel the wetness increasing significantly as she used the combination of my hard cock and her experienced fingers to bring herself closer and closer to orgasm. The coldness of the sleeping bag had long been replaced by the heat of our combined bodies and I could already feel the dampness of perspiration on Kaysa's skin as her body's natural cooling system attempted to douse the fire burning within her. From this position I was in a perfect posture to help fuel Kaysa's desire by gently kissing the back and sides of her neck while my hand wrapped around her torso and firmly massaged her firm and sensitive tits. As my tongue twirled tiny circles on her neck I quickly discovered an especially sensitive spot that caused her to softly moan and quiver each time my tongue flicked across it. Kaysa's breathing quickened and the frequency of her moans increased as my hands and mouth worked their magic on her body while her own hand continued its relentless torment of both my cock and her own clit. As Kaysa's hand increased both its pace and pressure on my cock, I matched her rhythm with my own hand as I stroked her breast and nipple in perfect unison with her stroking of my cock. It was obvious Kaysa's orgasm was rapidly building as she stroked faster and harder on our collective sex organs nestled between her legs. Just as I sensed she was at the edge, I squeezed her breast firmly, pinched and pulled gently on her nipple and darted my tongue in repeated circles on that super sensitive spot on her neck. As her body tensed, her hand pressed hard against my cock pressing it aggressively against her clit. Kaysa's soft moan turned louder as her back arched away from my touch and the first wave of orgasm crashed over her trembling body. Wanting to make her pleasure last as long as possible, I continued the teasing from my hand and tongue as a second, third, and forth wave rippled through her quivering body. Kaysa's expert stroking of my cock had me aroused to new heights of pleasure. I desperately wanted to fuck the beautiful body lying naked in front of me but I wasn't sure there was enough room in the sleeping bag to accomplish that mission. "God I want to fuck you so bad," I pleaded as I wiggled in a feeble attempt to position myself in a way that I could enter her cum soaked pussy. "Let me help," she offered, as she somehow rolled from her side and ended up directly on top of me. Two seconds later her hand was on my cock guiding it into her wet and extremely tight pussy. I could feel her inner muscles gripping my cock, resisting its penetration as I tried to push deeper and deeper into her wetness. With a final moan from Kaysa's lips and a final concession from her gripping pussy, my cock hit bottom and she lay there momentarily enjoying the feeling of my hardness nestled so deep inside of her. With my cock buried deep within her and her body flattened against my own, she began to gently ride my cock. I could feel Kaysa's hard nipples pressed firmly against my chest and I could feel her clammy chest heave with each breath and each downward stroke on my cock. The tightness of the sleeping bag, and the fear of frostbite if we escaped its warmth, forced us to fuck with a slow, steady rhythm. Kaysa must have sensed my building orgasm, or maybe it was her own orgasm building once again. Instead of stopping at the bottom of each stroke to massage my cock with her well trained pussy muscles like she had been doing for the past fifteen minutes, she was now riding me without pause. Her body tensed with each thrust as I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed her hard against my own body at the bottom of each stroke. I could tell she liked the feeling of my hands squeezing and guiding her ass. Her breathing quickened and her moans increased in both frequency and volume. I could also tell from the familiar tingling in my balls that my own orgasm was just seconds away. With a final stroke I pulled Kaysa hard against my cock holding it as deep within her as I could possible reach. As the first shot of semen exploded from my balls and into her womb, Kaysa's body tensed as she joined me in a simultaneous orgasm. My second, third, and forth spurt of cum was matched and greeted by her own uncontrollable convulsive tightening of the muscles deep within her womanhood. I continued my firm grip on Kaysa's ass, holding her quivering body impaled on my sword until the last ripple of pleasure washed over her body and she collapsed onto my chest in total release. When I woke up Saturday morning, Kaysa had already left. I knew she had to get around early to take care of her dog team, but I was surprised that I had not been awakened when she left. We had previously planned to go snowmobiling that day, so I knew she would be back before noon. Saturday was spent once again exploring the beautiful lands of northern Sweden, this time by snowmobile. Kaysa was a terrific tour guide. "When we cross the frozen lakes'" she cautioned me, "Make sure you stay directly behind me. Even though the lake is frozen a meter deep, there are places where the currents beneath the ice cause vortexes that bring warm water up from the bottom of the lake and create holes in the ice. You might want to resist the urge to take off flying across the lake on your own. I'll keep you away from the danger zones." Upon our return from the snowmobile adventure, we once again headed for the sauna to thaw out. The routine was the same; undress in the dressing room, grab a bathrobe and head for the heavenly warmth of the steam bath. This time when we entered the sauna, there was no Marissa and no Anna. Kaysa and I had the place to ourselves. The vision of Kaysa's sexy curves displayed so close to me once again got the blood stirring in my groin. She must have read my mind as I stared at her with hungry eyes and a growing erection. "Don't get any ideas, Big Boy," she scolded, as she raised a single index finger and waved it in front of my face like a mother scolding a child for doing something wrong. "I have a surprise for you later that will make tonight the most unforgettable night of your life. I guarantee it. I want to make sure you conserve your energy for now," she added. "Last night was pretty unforgettable," I conceded. I'm not sure it gets any better than that." "You'll just have to wait and see," she countered, "A year from now last night might be a distant memory, but I guarantee you, ten years from now the memory of tonight will still be etched in your mind like it was yesterday." Kaysa's words kept replaying themselves over and over in my mind during the evening. She needed a few hours to get some more work done so we agreed to meet at my cabin at nine o'clock. During the four hours between the time we left the sauna and the time she knocked on the door of my cabin, my mind had imagined every possible scenario that might engrave such a lasting memory. Was she planning a full night of sexual aerobics that would leave me so spent and exhausted that I would never forget? Kaysa seemed pretty friendly with Anna and Marissa the day before in the sauna. Was she planning a threesome, or maybe even a foursome? That would certainly be unforgettable. The knock on the door snapped me back to reality and out of the fantasy world my mind had drifted into. "You don't look like your ready for a dogsled ride," Kaysa laughed, as she stepped into my cabin. "Get your snowsuit and gear on and let's go for a little ride." Now I was confused. Had I misinterpreted her intentions? I guess she hadn't directly said that my unforgettable experience would involve sex. All she said was that I would need energy and that it would be unforgettable. After the incredible sex we had last night, I had assumed she was referring to a memorable sexual experience, but now I wasn't so sure. "Where are we going?" I asked inquisitively. "You'll see," she said, with a continued air of mystery in her voice. "We're heading back to the country side but I want to take the dogs instead of the snowmobiles," she added. "They know the ice better after dark so it will be safer." With Kaysa and I in tow, the dogs pulled the sled for nearly an hour before we came to a teepee like structure in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. The tent like structure glowed and flickered from the warming fire that was visibly burning within. Kaysa took a few minutes to unhook the dogs and lead them into a small building, obviously their home. Aurora Borealis There was a bearskin rug lying on the floor of the tent beside the fire pit which was located dead in the center of the structure. Other skins, reindeer I assumed, were lying on the remaining portions of the tent floor giving it the appearance of a carpeted floor. The temperature inside the tent was quite warm and I reached for the zipper of my snowsuit and started to tug it downward. "Not so fast," Kaysa warned, as she placed her hand on top of mine and stopped me from unzipping the suit. "We're going back outside for a little bit." There was a large sleeping bag rolled up beside the fire close enough to be getting nice and toasty but far enough away not to be a fire hazard. Kaysa grabbed the sleeping bag under one arm and grabbed my gloved hand with her other hand. "Come on," she encouraged me as she pulled me toward the entrance to the tent. "Your unforgettable adventure is this way." "Have you ever made love on a moon lit beach?" Kaysa asked, as she stopped just outside of the tent where a small circle of reindeer skins lay on top of the snow covered ground. "Actually, I have," I confessed, as Kaysa unrolled the sleeping bag and spread it on top of the skins. "It was quite memorable then I guess," Kaysa added. "Indeed it was," I countered, "Indeed it was." "Then imagine how memorable it will be to make love beneath the Northern Lights," she went on. The sleeping bag was still warm when my naked body rushed from the arctic night air into its cozy confines. Kaysa was faster at slipping out of her insulating layers and she was already snuggled in the sleeping bag when I slid in. We were lying there cuddling and nibbling softly on each other's lips and necks when the sky suddenly turned from the black starry darkness that we had navigated our way through to a glowing green, almost eerie hue. The solid green glow turned to a flicker as green streaks of light darted through the night sky. As quickly as the sky had turned green, it changed again to an orange glow. It was absolutely incredible. I had heard about the aurora borealis and had once witnessed the green glow from as far south as my home in Cincinnati, but this was something words and even pictures could never describe. Kaysa rolled me onto my back as the colorful sky danced overhead. From this position I could look straight up into the arctic sky and view the amazing light show that Mother Nature was displaying. I was in total amazement and nearly forgot that I was lying naked in a sleeping bag with one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met. I was so caught up in the breathtaking display that I didn't notice Kaysa slip her head beneath the cover of the sleeping bag. Suddenly I felt warm hands caressing my balls and the warm familiar wetness of lips kissing the head of my cock. My erection had been lost as my mind drifted toward the brilliant light show, but in just a matter of seconds, Kaysa had brought it back to full attention. With my cock at full staff, Kaysa climbed on top of me and easily slid my stiff member into her warm and juicy cove. A simultaneous moan left both of our lips when the head of my rock hard cock hit its full depth and she ground her pubic bone into mine, attempting to go as deep as possible. With her chest flattened against my own in the tight confines of the sleeping bag, Kaysa began her slow and methodic rocking on my hardness. Her eyes were just centimeters away from my own as she stared deep into my lusty gaze as our bodies rocked in perfect rhythm. My eyes were now no longer distracted by the brilliance of the Northern Lights, but were instead fixed on the brilliance of Kaysa's deep blue eyes staring hungerly into my own. Pure lust and total fulfillment filled Kaysa's eyes. With each penetrating stroke down my pole, her eyes would slowly close and then just as slowly reopen and refocus their penetrating stare deep into my sole. The blank stare in her eyes told it all. She was on a sexual high, oblivious to everything around her except the rigid cock probing within her sending electrifying pleasure to every cell in her body. Between the incredible atmosphere and the slow and sensual fuck that Kaysa was providing, my engines were revving full speed and my balls were begging for me to take her hard and fast. With both hands squeezing her ass I pulled her hard against my cock while our eyes remained locked in a lustful stare. In one swift motion, I rolled Kaysa over onto her back where I could control the pace and fuck her with reckless abandon. My pace quickened and my thrusts became faster as my cock begged for release and my balls tingled in anticipation. My breath quickened and Kaysa's moans became faster and louder as my thrusts became deeper and harder than ever. "You have to slow down," Kaysa warned, as she grabbed my ass and pulled me against her. "The air is too cold to breath and will freeze in your lungs if you start panting and breathing too hard," she cautioned. "Fuck me slow and deep, baby," she begged. "You can fuck me fast and hard back in the tent for the next round." In the heat of passion I hadn't noticed the burning of the arctic air in my lungs until Kaysa stopped me, but I could now feel the warning signs that Kaysa had cautioned me about. I slowed my pace as requested and returned to the slow, sensual fuck where we had begun. Kaysa's eyes and face radiated in the luminance of the Northern Lights as I continued my methodical probing of her inner sole. Normally I could never cum with such a slow pace, but Kaysa was massaging my cock with her vaginal muscles each time my cock penetrated her depths. The relentless teasing my cock had been enduring now for at least twenty minutes was taking its toll and my ability to hold off the pending orgasm was becoming a losing battle. The sight of the lust in Kaysa's eyes each time I hit bottom along with the constant massage from her inner muscles and the warmth and wetness oozing from her pussy was more than I could stand. "Oh God Kaysa, I'm going to cum," I moaned, as my cock sank deep into her body and our eyes remained locked in their lustful stare. Kaysa wrapped her arms around my back and pulled my body hard against her chest as my cock hit bottom one last time. At the depth of my stroke she squeezed me tight to hold me as deep as possible. I could feel her stomach muscles clench, her body shake and the warm rush of her orgasm gripping my cock from within. That was more than I could stand. The warmth of her orgasm and the milking from her inner muscles sent me crashing over the edge and my cock bucked and pulsed within her as jet after of jet of cum shot from my balls and into her womb. "Oh my God," Kaysa moaned, as my eruption triggered yet another orgasm within her already shaking body. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as her body continued to tremble and her arms continued to clench my body as the orgasm rippled on and on. After what seemed like at least thirty seconds of continuous orgasm, Kaysa's body finally stopped convulsing as she released her vice like grip on my body and relaxed beneath me. "Oh fuck," Kaysa exclaimed in an almost breathless voice. "I've never had an orgasm that intense." "Grab your clothes and lets go inside where it warmer," Kaysa offered after a couple of minutes of rest. "Last one in has to service the other's sexual request," she challenged, as she was already half way out of the sleeping bag and fumbling to find her clothes. "That's not fair," I teased, as I jumped out of the sleeping bag as quickly as possible. "You've got a head start." I really didn't care if I won or lost this particular challenge. I was a winner either way. I was dying to spend some quality time in a warm place servicing every whim and desire of this beautiful woman, so losing this particular challenge would be the preverbal "win-win" situation. Kaysa was already sitting on the bearskin rug snuggled close to the fire when I found my last boot and dropped the pile of winter gear on the floor of the tent. What little time I had spent outside of the sleeping bag gathering my clothes was enough to make my naked skin almost burn from the intense cold. I quickly made my way to join Kaysa on the rug next to the fire. The heat felt good against my cold skin. Kaysa looked absolutely gorgeous sitting there in front of the fire with her naked body glistening from the perspiration of our sexual escapade and the reflection of the flames flickering off her moist skin. For the first time since we met, we were in a place where we didn't have to rush to avoid frostbite and we didn't have to constrain our movements to those allowed within the limited confines of a sleeping bag. Gently placing one hand on each side of Kaysa's face, I pulled her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Normally my eyes would naturally close at such a moment, but with Kaysa, I felt this incredible desire to stare deep into her eyes as we passionately kissed. Her eyes were glossed over in total lust and desire as she stared back into my own. Without losing contact between either our lips or our eyes, I gently laid Kaysa down on the soft bearskin rug. My hands drifted from the sides of her cheeks and began probing her tender flesh. I started with her soft and ticklish neck. My hands then the made their way to her shoulders and down the length of her arms, all the time our eyes and lips remained locked in passion. Kaysa finally broke the eye contact when my hands reached her breasts and began massaging them softly. Her eyes closed in total relaxation and her lips clenched as her muffled moans vibrated from her chest. Her breasts were full and firm and her nipples erect and thirsting for my touch. My strong hands alternated between gentle squeezes of her breasts and pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. As my hands worked their magic on her sensitive chest, my lips and tongue found their way back to that ultra-sensitive spot on Kaysa's neck that I had discovered the night before. "Oh my God that feels wonderful," Kaysa gasped, as my hands and tongue continued their relentless torture. My tongue began a slow journey from the sensitive spot on the side of Kaysa's neck around to the front of her throat and on south to the valley between her breasts. With one hand still massaging her right breast, my lips kissed a path of soft nibbles around her other breast and ended on her nipple where my tongue and lips continued there relentless torment. My other hand was now free to trace a path down Kaysa's stomach. When I reached her thighs, a gentle pull on the inside of her thigh was the only signal she needed to part her beautiful legs to provide me access to her ultimate pleasure zone. The nipple nestled between my lips became harder, begging for relief at the instant my hand touched Kaysa's inner thigh. With one hand still worshiping her lovely breast and my lips and tongue attacking the other, my other hand began a slow circular massage of Kaysa's clit. "Damn it Brian," Kaysa gasped as three of her most erogenous zones were being attacked simultaneously. "If you're trying to make me cum again, you're doing a hell of a good job." Without a word I continued the pleasure I was delivering. The signs of Kaysa's pending orgasm were increasing with each flick of my tongue and each touch of my fingers. Her quickened breathing, the heaving of her chest and the squirming of her body beneath my lips and hands were tell tale signs that I would soon push her over the edge into the throes of orgasmic bliss. My fingers tormenting Kaysa's clit increased their speed and pressed harder against her swollen and sensitive bud. Her pussy now glistened with dampness. The aroma of her arousal filled the air. Using her own wetness to dampen my fingers, I plunged two fingers into her pussy just long enough to absorb her wetness. Returning my attention to her clit, I used two of my fingers to delicately spread the hood covering her clit and exposing her raw and swollen bud. With a third finger now wet with her own lust, I began to vigorously flick and massage her exposed clit. That was more than my little sex goddess could take and her body tensed in another quivering orgasm. Ripple after ripple of spasm racked her body for the next twenty seconds before her sweaty body regained control. Her limp and spent body lay motionless on the rug as I repositioned myself to continue pleasuring this Swedish vixen. "What are you d...?" were the only words she could get out of her mouth as I positioned myself on top of her in a sixty nine position and spread her thighs with my hands. Kaysa gasped as my tongue hit her clit, preventing her from finishing the question she had started to ask. "Paying off for losing the race," I chuckled, as I came up for air. Providing oral pleasure to my partner is one of the greatest pleasures I get from sex, and this was my first real opportunity with Kaysa. "Just relax and enjoy," I comforted her. "I want to taste that sweet nectar oozing from the depths of your passion." Sweet it was. The aroma and the taste of Kaysa's juices were intoxicating as I licked, sucked and nibbled on her clit and pussy. From this position, Kaysa could easily take my now rigid cock into her mouth and return the pleasure I was giving her. I could feel her tongue lick across my head and her lips grip my shaft as she slid them down its length until my head made contact with her throat. Kaysa moaned as my tongue alternated between her juicy pussy and her tender clit, sending vibrations through my cock buried in her throat. We stayed in this position for a good twenty minutes, pleasuring each other to the brink of orgasm on several occasions and then backing off to prolong the experience. Kaysa pulled my cock from her mouth and reached a hand up to her pussy pushing my mouth away from her love box. "I want to feel you cum inside me again," she begged, with an almost desperate sound to her voice. I started to roll her onto her back where I could fuck her hard and deep, but Kaysa continued to roll until she landed on top. Unlike the sleeping bag episodes where she laid on top with her chest pressed firmly against mine due to the confined space available, this time she was able to sit upright with my cock buried deep within her. I'm not sure which sight was more amazing, the beauty of the Northern Lights, or the beauty of this incredible woman sitting on top of me riding me like a wild horse. Kaysa's tits bounced in unison and her shoulder length blond mane flew up and down as she fucked me with reckless abandon. With one hand alternating between squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple, my other hand found her clit and began a firm circular massage of her love button. "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh God," she whimpered over and over again, as she continued to impale herself on my shaft and I continued to stimulate her most sensitive organs. Kaysa sensed my building orgasm as her pace quickened and I met her every thrust with a thrust of my own. "Cum with me baby," I begged her, as my balls tensed and prepared to blast yet another shot of liquid lust deep inside of her. "Oh God Kaysa, I cuming," I groaned with one last hard and deep thrust. At the instant my cock hit bottom, her body tensed and my cock began pumping another load of cum. The muscles inside her pussy tightened hard against my cock as the orgasm crashed over her body milking spurt after spurt of cum from my cock. With my hands on her shoulders pulling her hard against my cock, our bodies pulsed together in mutual ecstasy. Kaysa almost passed out as the intensity of her orgasm left her completely spent. She managed enough remaining energy to control her body only long enough to roll over onto the bearskin rug, before crashing in total exhaustion. I came two more times before morning and I'm sure Kaysa more than doubled that number. When we woke up on Sunday morning, Kaysa was still cuddled in my arms where we both passed out following our last incredible round of sex. "You were right when you said it would be an unforgettable night," I told Kaysa as we stretched and prepared to get up. "That was the most incredible night I have ever had, or ever will have for that matter." "We still have all day and all night tonight to create an even longer lasting memory," Kaysa laughed. "I'm pretty sure nothing we are going to do today can top last night," I chuckled, with a wink and a grin. "Don't be so sure of yourself, my friend. Anna and Marissa are coming over for the day. They want to get better acquainted with Woody!"