2 comments/ 19105 views/ 9 favorites A Cycling Odyssey Ch. 01 By: Verynicehands This story is inspired by a bicycle trip across Denmark. The locations exist but the characters are fictional. The idea of the sugar cubes comes from an urban legend that continues to circulate amongst former Copenhagen University students. I'm unsure as to whether the practice continues or whether it ever did exist. This is the first chapter of several that I hope to write. It sets the stage for what's to come. Sorry for the pun. Please send me your comments as I enjoy receiving feedback. ***** CHAPTER ONE "May I join you?" "Pardon?" "May I join you?" she repeated with a smile. "Certainly!" I said looking confused. "I'll just get myself a coffee." She turned around and walked toward the counter. As she walked away, I couldn't help but notice her figure and beautiful shoulder length black hair. She was about my age, around 50 I figured. I looked around me. There were empty tables everywhere. Why did she choose to sit with me, I wondered? I had arrived in Copenhagen the day before on my way to a bike trip across Denmark that was to start in Skagen. That morning, I had enjoyed breakfast at the hotel and headed out to explore the city on foot. I was sitting in the top floor cafeteria of a large department store called Illum playing with three sugar cubes and had just stacked them on top of one another when she asked to sit down at my table. She was wearing dark blue high heels and a short navy blue skirt that hugged her hips. Her blue and white stripe blouse was buttoned up but I could see that she was wearing a white pearl necklace. When she returned to my table, I noticed that, since we had first met each other, she had undone two buttons on her blouse revealing full breasts nestled in a demi bra. "My name is Inga" she said extending her hand before sitting down. I rose to shake her hand. "I'm Paul." She shook my hand firmly. "Have you been here long?" she asked as we both sat down. "About a half hour" "Do you come here often?" "No. I'm just spending one day in Copenhagen on the way to Skagen. I'm biking back to Copenhagen from there." My Danish was a bit rusty and I was clearly struggling. In English she said "You're not from Denmark?" Her eyes suddenly showed confusion. She looked at the three sugar cubes that I had stacked. An uncomfortable smile crept over her face. She started to blush and then began laughing. "What is it?" I asked. Her laugh was infectious. I couldn't help but join her. But I had no idea what was so funny. "It's nothing" she said waving her hands. She tried to repress her laugh but broke out again. Her fingers were trying to do up the buttons on her blouse but she was shaking too hard from laughing. "Come on. What is it?" I asked again. She put her hands over her mouth and nose trying to control herself. She broke out laughing again. Finally, she managed to say "You're probably wondering...why on earth did this woman ask to sit with me when there were so many empty tables?" "Well, actually...! But I'm quite enjoying this. Not every man has a beautiful woman ask to join him." I was afraid that I had been too forward and stopped for a moment to see her reaction. She seemed flattered. "You have an infectious laugh. I wish I knew what you think is so funny." Her eyes glanced again at the sugar cubes. Mine followed. Then we looked into each other's eyes. Hers were a beautiful blue. She wore little make up. Her lips were full. What a milk maid complexion I thought. I looked back at the cubes. "Is there something about the sugar cubes?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled. "It's a sign." "A sign of what?" She leaned toward me. Looking me in the eyes again, she said in a lowered voice "A sign that you're interested in...meeting a woman." She paused as if to give me time to let the idea sink in. "Men interested in meeting a woman come here and stack three sugar cubes as a sign. The woman sits with the man she chooses and...gets to know him. It's been going on in this cafeteria quietly for years." "Get to know him?" I repeated quizzically. I wasn't sure what that meant. But I could imagine! "Yes...get to know him" she said matter of fact. She didn't seem willing to expand on that. "So...you're interested in...getting to know me then?" I said narrowing my eyes and smiling. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I was...er...am. But I seem to be...shall we say ...invited ... unintentionally. So, I don't know your intentions." She smirked and began to turn red. We both burst out laughing. I noticed she hadn't been successful in doing up the buttons on her blouse. Her breasts heaved in her bra as she laughed. She caught me looking and smiled. "Well this isn't exactly how I expected things to turn out Paul" she said. "But...yes...I think I would be interested in...getting to know you better." "What would you like to know then?" I asked challenging her to open up about her intentions. She thought for a moment. "Would you like to help me shop for my husband's birthday present?" She was holding back a smile. She's leading me on, I thought. "Oh, the cubes are a sign that I'm a fashion consultant?" I asked with a wry smile. "Not...exactly" she replied. "But it's a good start!" She arched her eyebrows. "So what do you want to get your husband?" "A demi bra, garter, stockings and thong" she said quickly watching my reaction. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. I began to turn red. She continued to look me straight in the eyes. She was enjoying every second as I wrestled with my thoughts. "Well?" "Well..." I was trying to buy time to compose myself. I didn't want her to think I was a prude. "Well...actually...I do have some experience. I enjoy shopping for that sort of thing with my wife. In fact, I have her size right here in my wallet." I pulled out an Aubade bra tag from my wallet. "34E!" I proudly declared. "Oh! You're a lucky man! So you're experienced and willing to help me?" "Why...yes I would. There's a lingerie department on the first floor that we could try" I was regaining my composure. "Actually, I have a better place in mind just down the street from here" she said. "It's called L'Agent Provocateur." Her eyes were now locked on mine again. She was daring me. I was trying not to show any emotion. "I've been there with my wife" I said as nonchalant as I could. She didn't seem impressed. "So you have some experience. Let's go then!" She slowly started to gather her things. I hesitated. "Inga...just one second. I just want to make sure I understand this. You want me to go with you to a lingerie shop to help you find a set that would excite your husband?" "That's part of it...right!" She stood up to go. "No, just one second. Are you sure? You hardly know me." Inga sat down. "Paul, I'm a pretty good judge of character. Let's have some fun." She reached out for my hand. We left the cafeteria down the escalator. Out the corner of my eye, I saw two young female cashiers looking our way and smiling. Inga caught my glance. "How well known is it about those sugar cubes?" I asked. Inga shrugged and smiled. We walked out the store onto Pilestraede. I noticed that Inga had managed to do up the buttons on her blouse. It didn't prevent men and women from taking second looks as they passed us on the street. She was very good looking - something very sensual about her. Less than a hundred yards up the street, there was a small storefront window with a mannequin dressed in a fine lace black quarter bra, thong, garters and stocking holding a whip. "Is that what you're thinking?" I asked. "Yes. What do you think?" "I think you should try something with colour." Inga shook her head and walked in. It was a small boutique with only display cases and service counter on the first level. We walked up a steep winding stair case. "Hello Inga" I heard a clerk say excitedly as Inga made it to the first floor. "Oh...hello!" the clerk said surprised as I turned the corner into her view behind Inga. "This is Paul" Inga said. "Paul...Karen". Karen appeared in her late twenties. She wore bright red lipstick and was dressed in a short, light pink lab coat. The buttons were undone to show a beautiful cleavage. "Nice to meet you" I said. We shook hands. Karen smiled at Inga and raised an eyebrow. She looked amused and was about to say something. Inga quickly cut in. "I would like to try the set you have on the mannequin in the window." I sensed Inga feared an embarrassing comment from Karen. Karen batted her eyes surprised by Inga's interruption. "Of course!" Karen regained her composure. "Actually, I was thinking of you the other day, Inga, when we were putting the display together" Karen said. I wondered whether Karen was talking about the lingerie or the whip. Not knowing their sense of humour, I decided not to ask. "Paul, you may sit here" Karen said pointing to a chair. She walked over to the large dresser along the wall to find the pieces. I noticed that Karen didn't ask for Inga's sizes. Inga's obviously been here many times before, I thought. Inga pulled back the heavy curtain to the dressing room just five feet from where I was sitting. She didn't close the curtain. She began to undress with her back to me. As she removed her blouse, I could see her trim hour glass figure. Without any hesitation, she unzipped the side of her skirt and stepped out of it. As she bent and twisted slightly, I could see that her breasts were much larger than I had first thought. "That's a lovely Aubade bra, Inga" I observed loud enough for Karen to hear. I was trying to show my knowledge and prove I wasn't intimidated in this setting. "Thank you Paul" Inga replied sardonically turning her head toward me and rolling her eyes. Karen arrived with the lingerie. "Here we are, Mrs. Jensen." Inga took the bra in her hand and felt the material. She handed the bra back to Karen and turned around. I watched Karen undo Inga's bra. Her fingers ran lightly over Inga's skin and lingered at the clasps. Inga appeared quite comfortable with Karen's touch. In fact, she pressed against it. Karen's left hand cupped Inga's breast as she removed her bra. Karen then reached around Inga to fit the new bra. In doing so, Karen's face came close to Inga. I saw her tongue slide up Inga's neck to behind her ear. Inga shuddered. Karen helped Inga position her breasts in the bra. After joining the clasps of the bra behind Inga's back, Karen reached around Inga and placed her hands under each of Inga's breasts. Lifting them slightly, she whispered something in Inga's ear. Inga leaned back against Karen, turned to face her and giggled. Inga stepped out of her panties. Karen then passed the garter to Inga. As Inga put on the garter and hose, Karen kneeled down in front of Inga to clip the black straps to the stockings. Her face was extremely close to Inga's mound. As she waited, I watched Karen inhale deeply several times as though she were inhaling Inga's scent. After Karen clasped the stockings to the garter, she rose, stood back and watched Inga put on the thong. Karen stood back admiring Inga. "Would you like to stand in our store front for a few minutes? I think it could help our sales!" she joked breaking the sexual tension that had built up. Inga swung around and asked "What do you think Paul?" My eyes widened. Her breasts were displayed beautifully in the quarter cup bra. The straps holding her stockings accentuated her hips and long trim legs. I would love to put my hands on those hips and breasts I thought. "Earth to Mars! I asked what do you think Paul?" Inga repeated rolling her eyes again and smiling. I cleared my throat. "It's very nice. But I think you should have something colourful. Karen, what do you think?" Karen thought for a moment. Then she went back to the dresser. "This just came in Inga. It's called Zuri." The demi bra, garter and panties were a mix of purple, orange and pink embroidery on black netted silk. The stockings were purple with a black band at the top. "Yes. Try that Inga" I urged. Inga paused. "I've never tried anything so colourful before. Are you trying to take me outside my comfort zone Paul?" she said winking at Karen. Karen began dressing Inga again. I watched Karen even more closely this time. There was no doubt in my mind they were both aroused but frustratingly constrained by my presence. Inga was responding more and more obviously to Karen's subtle touches. As Karen rose and stood back, she broke out in a big smile. "Inga you look beautiful!" she exclaimed. Inga looked at herself in the mirror and then looked back at Karen. Looking at herself in the mirror again, Inga's back straightened and her shoulders pushed back thrusting her breasts forward even more. Inga turned around to me. "What do you think?" The lingerie looked like a delicate brightly coloured tattoo on her skin. "Very nice!" I said. "I'll take this then" Inga said to Karen. "I'll leave it on if you don't mind." Karen smiled. "Oh yes! It's Mikkel's birthday. Please wish him a happy birthday for me." I stood out on the street waiting while Inga paid. Looking back into the store, I saw Karen at the counter pass Inga her bag. Inga reached out and placed her hand behind Karen's head drawing her nearer. A few words were spoken. Inga then pulled Karen's face even closer. They kissed passionately. She released Karen and they spoke a few words again. Karen put the palm of her hand on Inga's cheek. They spoke a few more words and kissed again. Inga turned for the door. "Well, I must go now" I said to Inga as she came out of the store. "Oh! I was going to offer you lunch for your help" Inga said. "Well, I really..." Inga interrupted. "There's a nice restaurant called Slotskaelderen nearby. They serve traditional Danish food. My treat!" Inga declared. "Come with me!" Inga placed her hand on my bicep and squeezed. She leaned into me to start me walking. I felt her firm breast press into my arm. After a few steps, she wrapped my arm around her waist and placed my hand on her hip. I felt her hips sway as we walked on. Suddenly, without stopping, she turned and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. We continued walking through the crowd past a fountain until we reached a narrow side street. We turned left toward the canal. I slid my hand up Inga's side and rested my fingers underneath her breast. I could feel it bounce with each stride. Inga looked at me and smirked. "Come see this courtyard" she said turning into an archway. As I entered, she embraced me. We kissed - passionately this time. I could feel her breasts pushed up against my chest. I'm sure Inga felt my hard cock because she began grinding her pelvis into my crotch. "I don't know about you but I needed that!" She looked directly into my eyes. "Are you enjoying this as much as me?" she asked. Not knowing what else to say, I kissed her again. She forced her tongue between my lips and searched for mine. I heard her groan as I pulled her tightly against me and squeezed the side of her breast. A moment later, she relaxed her embrace and looked up at me. "We really should go on to the restaurant, Paul." She stepped back away from me, ran her hand through her hair and straightened her clothes. We returned to the street. Inga turned right after a couple of blocks. As we approached a bridge across the canal, she led me down a couple of steps to the restaurant. She tried to open the door but it was locked. She knocked on the door. As the door opened, a person said happily "Welcome Inga! We're closed now but please come in!" We entered a small restaurant with a low ceiling. The staff were sitting down around a table - some were eating and others just reading. Otherwise, the restaurant was empty. The lunch crowd had obviously just left. "We've just done some shopping and were wondering whether we could get a small bite to eat?" "Of course! I have your order for this evening that you could take home with you. Would you like to sit over here?" the hostess said gesturing to a table in the far corner. "That would be perfect" Inga replied. "We'll just share a variety of pickled herring." Turning to me, Inga asked "Would you like a beer Paul?" "Yes that would be nice." "Beer and snaps for us both then!" Inga said to the hostess. Turning to me, Inga explained "Herring, snaps and beer is a traditional Danish lunch." "Well, something "traditional" certainly would be different for us today!" I quipped. Inga looked at me and chuckled as we sat down. The waitress lit the small candle at our table and left. I looked around the room. It was quaint and intimate. Suddenly, I realized how little I knew about Inga. I looked back to find her gazing at me. "So, do you live downtown?" I asked. She smiled. "Yes, just down the street actually. My husband and I often bring in food for supper from here. We tend to eat light in the evening now that the kids are no longer at home. Tonight, I've ordered some of his favourite open faced sandwiches." "He's really going to enjoy his birthday present Inga. Seriously, you do look lovely in that set!" I said. Inga blushed and looked away. It surprised me! Turning back toward me she said earnestly "Thank you Paul. It's been a lot of fun with you. I hope I haven't teased you too much. You're a real gentleman...and pretty good looking too!" At that point, the waiter arrived with the snaps. Inga raised her glass. "Skaal Paul! To a lovely afternoon!" We both emptied our glasses in one swallow. Inga sighed heavily. "I needed that!" she said. The drink did seem to settle our nerves. I could feel the warmth of the snaps run through my body. As we ate, we talked about our spouses, families and where we had grown up. Inga asked the waiter for one more round of snaps half way through our meal. This one we each drank in smaller amounts raising our glasses and nodding our heads to each other each time. We continued talking. I could sense the beer and snaps were starting to hit us both. "Would you like to come back to our place and meet my husband?" Inga asked. "Oh, no! I don't want to intrude on his birthday party - especially when he opens his present" I said looking into her eyes with a smirk. "Are you sure you wouldn't want to be there?" she said mockingly. "Come on...be honest." Inga was becoming her daring self again. "Many men would Inga! Believe me! But your husband probably would not appreciate the company" I said laughing nervously. She lowered her voice. "Paul, my husband would love to have you join us. In fact, he would love to watch you fuck me." Inga locked eyes with me. She looked perfectly serious. Leaning into the table, I said quietly "Pardon?" "My husband has always fantasized about watching a stranger fuck me. That's the big present I'd like to give him this evening - along with this set I'm wearing. Are you interested? I can't think of a better stranger" Inga grinned. "My God! Of course I'd be interested. But I'm not sure I'd be comfortable Inga. What if he took things the wrong way?" "Listen. We could go back to my place. I could introduce you and leave the two of you alone for a while to get to know one another. We could just see where things go. We might go through with it. We might not. It would be your decision. What do you think?" Inga reached over and laid her hand over mine. "I assure you, Mikkel's very open minded." The waiter unexpectedly came with the bill. He startled us both. Inga quickly withdrew her hand and leaned back in her chair. She asked for the bill to be placed on her tab and turned to me as soon as he left. "Well, are you interested?" A Cycling Odyssey Ch. 01 "Well OK. Let's take it slow though." "Let's get going then." We left the restaurant. Inga's home was in a block overlooking the canal and parliament buildings. Inga entered first and called out "Mikkel, we have a guest!" Mikkel came into the hallway. He gave Inga a big kiss on her lips. "Mikkel, this is Paul." We shook hands. "Welcome!" He looked questioningly at Inga. "Paul is from Canada. We met at Illum." "Oh!" Mikkel's eyebrows raised. He kept looking at her. Inga nodded and smiled. Mikkel turned to me "Come in Paul. Would you like a beer? I was just pouring one for myself." "Yes. That would be nice." "Come with me then." "I'll just get changed and get supper ready" Inga called out as we went into the kitchen. We walked through a large room with high ceilings and ornate white mouldings. The furniture throughout was modern. As we made it into the kitchen Mikkel asked "So what brings you to Denmark." "I'm going to bike from Skagen back to Copenhagen. I leave on the train for Skagen tomorrow morning." "That's quite a trip." Mikkel led me into the living room where we sat down on black leather furniture and continued talking. The conversation eventually swung around to Inga. "You have a beautiful wife" I declared. "Yes, I know. I'm a lucky man. She can be quite...a flirt at times...as you probably found out today. I enjoy that side of her." Mikkel smiled and sat back in his chair. I suddenly remembered. "I understand it's your birthday today. Happy birthday!" "Why thank you!" "And Karen also asked us to pass on her best wishes." "Karen?" "Yes, Karen. At L'Agent Provocateur." "Oh Karen!" said Mikkel his eyes lighting up. "You were...". At that point, Inga entered the room. My back was to her but I could see Mikkel quickly sit up in his chair with a big smile. "What a lovely set Inga!" he bellowed. I turned around to see Inga in the lingerie she had purchased. She had put on a beautiful shade of lipstick to match. Her eyelids were a smoky colour. She looked ravishing. "Ready for supper?" she asked winking at Mikkel. "Why yes. Perfect timing!" Mikkel said as he rose and walked into the dining room. "Paul, you can sit here" he said pulling out a chair. Mikkel sat down across the table from me. Inga returned with the open faced sandwiches from the restaurant. We both watched Inga as she walked back to the kitchen. I noticed she was wearing higher heels than she did when in town. She smiled and winked at me as she bent over behind Mikkel to place beer on the table. Her large breasts seemed ready to pop out of the bra at any time. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mikkel gesturing and his lips moving. "Pardon?" I asked. "Would you like another beer?" "Oh, that would be nice. Thank you." Inga poured a glass of snaps for us all before sitting down beside me. She raised her glass and turned to me "Well, let's both wish Mikkel a happy birthday. I think he's enjoyed his first present." "If you mean what you're wearing, you're quite right!" said Mikkel with a big smile. "Did you choose it Inga or did Karen?" "Actually, it was Paul!" "Oh...Paul!" said Mikkel startled. "You must have enjoyed yourself! Did Karen manage to keep her hands off Inga?" Mikkel asked looking at me with a smirk. "Oh Mikkel! Karen is just a very lovely young woman." "Come on Inga!" said Mikkel smiling. "You enjoy Karen's company very much. Didn't you notice Paul?" "As a matter of fact, I did." Inga was red-faced. Suddenly, I felt her hand massaging my thigh. "How?" she asked. "Well, her fingers seemed to linger on your skin more than I would have thought... necessary." I could see Mikkel chuckling to himself. We were both enjoying watching Inga blush profusely. "She couldn't help but touch me. She helped me on with this skimpy clothing!" Inga leaned back in her chair, threw back her arms and thrust her breasts forward. "There's little to hold on to...the bra, I mean." Inga spluttered squeezing my swollen shaft below the table. Trying to change the topic, she began "Unlike..." "But the way she cupped your breasts Inga..." I said interrupting her. "She was arranging...er...placing my breasts..." Inga took a deep breath. "I mean she was simply helping me put on my bra." We all broke out into laughter. Inga continued to massage my thigh gently as we talked. By now, my cock had almost fully hardened inside my tight pants. She began to run her finger along its length and squeeze the tip repeatedly. A wet spot was beginning to show on my jeans. "Well Paul, you've...had quite a day!" said Mikkel. "And, if I'm not mistaken, it seems to me that both you and Inga had a good time." Mikkel reached for his snaps glass. "A skaal to women! How we enjoy them!" "And annoy them!" added Inga feigning a frown. We all clinked our glasses together and drank. Inga set down her glass. Underneath the table, she continued playing with me. She managed to pull my zipper down as we talked about walking through the side streets. While talking about our lunch at the restaurant, her fingers wrapped around my cock and pulled it free. She began squeezing my knob gently and spreading the leakage over my crown. It was becoming harder for me not to show any reaction to her touch. "Mikkel, I have another present to show you...if you would like." Turning to me and then looking back to Mikkel, Inga asked "Would you like to watch Paul fuck me?" I looked anxiously over at Mikkel. He calmly took a sip of his beer. He was trying not to show any reaction but was obviously excited. "You know how we've fantasized about that Inga. I'd enjoy that very much!" Mikkel looked questioningly at me and back at Inga. There was a long silence. Inga rose. My eyes followed her. I looked back at Mikkel who simply nodded a few times and smiled. Inga took my hand. As I stood, my stiff cock came in to Mikkel's view. "You've been busy Inga!" Mikkel exclaimed chuckling to himself. Inga ignored Mikkel's quip as she turned my chair to face her. She bent down placing her hands on its arms. Turning her head around to face me, she mouthed "Fuck me Paul!" It had happened so quickly. Inga's round ass suddenly beckoned. I could see her breasts hanging between her outstretched arms. They were beginning to fall out of her bra. My cock was like an iron rod. I placed a hand on her ass and she widened her stance arching her back more. I pulled her panties to the side to gain entrance. Her long cunt lips now dangled freely between her legs. I placed my cock between them and began sliding it back and forth amidst her juices. I could hear Inga moan. Instinctively - animal like - her ass arched even more inviting me to penetrate her. I held back fearing I would come the moment I entered. Inga's breathing quickened. I took my cock in hand and lowered myself to get the right angle. I inserted my cock slowly into her cunt. I felt a shudder ripple over her body. She exhaled loudly as I slipped deeper inside. I saw her struggle to remove a bra strap from her shoulder and pull her right breast out of the cup of her bra. She glared at Mikkel while she played with her tit and tugged on her nipple. I reached for her other exposed breast that was swinging in sync with my thrusts. Her cunt clamped down tightly around my shaft. I slowly slid my cock back and forth inside her. My hands gripped her hips tighter trying desperately not to come yet. The room was silent except for Inga's heavy breathing and the suction sound of my cock moving back and forth inside her cunt. It was that sound and the feel of Inga's firm heavy breast that caused me to explode inside her. At the same time, Inga's body began to writhe. She orgasmed noisily as I shot my third load into her. I collapsed down on her back. I felt her body still shaking in my arms as she remained on the spit of my cock. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Inga remained bent over the chair. My cock made a popping sound as I withdrew from her hole. Inga stood proudly and faced Mikkel. I could see my cum running down the inside of her thighs. In a slow motion fashion, she wiped the cum from her cunt with three of her fingers and brought them to her mouth. Glaring at Mikkel she licked them clean, swallowed and smiled. "Did you like that as much as I did Mikkel?" "Yes!" Mikkel said mesmerized. Inga turned toward me and began to wipe my shaft with a serviette. "You don't want to get your pants stained Paul" she explained as she undid my belt and helped me slip off my pants and underwear. Inga drew in a deep breath and said "Well then...should we have some dessert?" "Yes, that would be nice" said Mikkel. Inga began collecting the plates. I rose to help but Inga told me to just sit and relax. Reflecting on this, I realize now how ridiculous I would have looked given that Inga had stripped me. As Inga walked from the dining room to the kitchen, Mikkel and I both could see my cum dripping from her cunt. It sparkled on the inside of her legs. "Would you like coffee or tea Paul" Inga asked. "Coffee please!" I answered. Inga called out from the kitchen suggesting that we have some cognac with the dessert. "Good idea Inga! I can arrange that!" Mikkel said as he got up from the table. Mikkel returned with a bottle and some glasses just as Inga began to pour coffee. While pouring my cup, she deliberately rubbed her breast against my cheek. I caressed her ass and tugged on her cunt lips startling her just as she finished pouring. She looked at me and smiled. Inga came back with some marzipan cookies and sat down with us at the table. We talked about my bike trip and some suggestions about what to see. The cognac and coffee was warming and I began to feel Inga's hand on my thigh again. I looked over at her. She smiled. My cock began to rise. "I forgot the cream!" Inga said. "That's fine, I take my coffee black." "Oh but I need cream Paul" said Inga as she rose from her chair. She placed her chair on an angle. "Stand up and put your leg here" she said pointing to the seat of the chair. I didn't understand what was going on. Mikkel sat back in his chair looking amused. Inga knelt down in front of me. "Let me milk you." She began lightly stroking my cock with the tips of her fingers. She glanced over at Mikkel and, once she locked eyes, began licking my shaft as she continued to look at him. She kissed my knob and wrapped her lips lightly around it. She reached up to the table and took a sip of her coffee. Locking back on to my tip, she slowly swallowed me until her nose was up against my pubic hairs. The warmth of her mouth from the coffee swelled my shaft even more. She began to gag and then slowly withdrew. Her lips clamped down harder over my shaft and she swallowed me repeatedly. Every so often, her one hand would cup my balls and squeeze gently. She would occasionally pull her mouth away from my cock and allow her saliva to drip freely in strands down on to her breasts. Before sliding full her lips down my shaft again, she licked it while staring at Mikkel. She then spit on my cock and swallowed. She repeated this action each time gagging when my cock reached the back of her throat. She then held my cock tightly at its base and started slapping it against her lips. She repeatedly wrapped her lips tightly around my knob and pulled back making a popping sound. After about a minute, she opened her mouth wide and placed the tip of my cock on her lower lip while she moved her hand up and down my shaft. I began to breathe heavily. "Inga, I'm going to..." Suddenly, I erupted in her mouth. My second shot splashed on to her cheek. She continued to work my cock redirecting my ejaculations into her mouth as she looked over at Mikkel. Having emptied me, she looked up and smiled. I slumped exhausted. Inga turned to Mikkel. My cum was dripping from her chin and running down her cheek. She opened her mouth wide to show him the cum she had saved on her tongue then swallowed while glaring at him intently. She wiped her mouth and face with her hand and began licking her fingers slowly. She looked up at me. "Let me clean you up" she said. She swallowed me again gently wiping her tongue over my cock as she went deeper. She repeated this several times. Inga then took my balls in one hand and started licking my cock. She turned to Mikkel as she gently squeezed my balls and traced my cock with her index finger. "Doesn't Paul have a lovely straight cock Mikkel? So nice and thick!" Mikkel nodded and smiled. Inga started to rise. I helped her up. I went to wipe my cum from her face but she turned away. She sat down with her hands clasped on the table and looked over at Mikkel smiling. "Have you enjoyed your birthday...so far Mikkel?" she asked as my cum dripped down from her face. "I'll say! And I think you have too Inga!" There was some silence as the two looked passionately into each other's eyes. I decided it was time for me to go. "Well, I had better get going. My train leaves early tomorrow morning" I said. I stood up to put my pants and shoes back on. As Inga and Mikkel walked me to the door, I couldn't help but notice the big bulge in Mikkel's pants and the wet stain on his crotch. Inga was lovingly squeezing his shaft. At the doorway, I turned to Inga. We kissed passionately - our tongues darted over each other. Inga placed her hand on the back of my head and pressed me tightly against her face. I could taste my cum in her mouth. We broke our embrace. Mikkel and I shook hands. "Good evening and I trust that you'll enjoy the rest of the evening" I said looking at them both. "We will! Thank you" said Mikkel. The door closed behind me and I walked out into the late evening. It was still light. The city was quieter now. I walked along the canal and turned left toward my hotel in Nyhavn. I was up early next morning and rode my bike to the train station. As I passed the parliament buildings, I saw Inga and Mikkel on the other side of the canal walking hand in hand. When they reached the intersection, Inga looked up at Mikkel. They kissed. Inga put her hand on Mikkel's cheek and they kissed again. Inga mounted her bike and started to ride off. She turned around to wave at Mikkel who blew her a kiss in return. She reached out with her hand and caught it.