Fire in the land of fire and ice

It had always been an item on my bucket list - visit Iceland. The country had always captured my imagination being a beautiful yet harsh environment. It also made me wonder about tbe people that live there.

After a very long flight, I was greeted at my hotel by Belle. She was in her 40s and exactly how I expected Icelandic women to be: blonde hair, blue eyes, with a strong presence. She politely enquired about my trip and I told her I was especially interested in the people and culture of Iceland. She paused for a moment and tben said "If you don't have plans tomorrow, I'll show you some of the highlights." I graciously accepted.

I received a message from Belle the following day to meet her at a bar down the road at 8pm. When I arrived, Belle was there in tight jeans that accentuated the curves of her waist and hips and a low cut top that provided a glimpse of the top of her large round breasts. She was breathtaking. When she saw me, she signalled me to join her and intoduced me to some of her friends.

They were very curious about Australia and had heaps of questions. I reciprocated with plenty of questions of my own about Iceland and before I knew it, it was midnight and Belle said she wad going to walk home.

Being a gentleman, I offered to walk her home. We said our goodbyes and set off in the midnight sun, cuckling how one of her friends swears he had seen a "drop bear". When we arrived at her home, I thanked het for organising the evening and was about to leave. But she stopped me and said, "There is more you need to know about Icelandic culture". She then leant in and gave me a long, deep passionate kiss.

I must have seemed surprised as Belle clarified "Here , if we like someone, we have sex first and see how the chmistry works". With that, she gave me a cheeky wink, and pulled me inside her apartment.

Seconds later we were passionately kissing and pulling off each other's clothes. Her blue eyes widened when I removed her top to reveal her round, eggshell white breasts. Her hand hungrily reached into my pants and grabbed my rapidly hardening cock. We stumbled towards her bedroom in a frenzy of kissing and undressing. After she fell on her bed, I pulled off Belle's jeans. She had not been wearing panties, so peeling off her jeans revealed her already soaking wet pussyk.

Without a moment's hesitation, I slowly licked the full length of her pussy, from bottom to top. She moaned loudly, so I did it again with a little swirl on her clit. She moaned even louder and said something in Icelandic. "What was that?" I said. Belle said, "Don't stop! It feels so good". So I continued eating her for a few minutes until I felt her tense up and then release with a loud groan as she pushed my face hard into her pussy.

"Get on your back" she ordered. I was only half way rolled over before Belle had my cock in her mouth. To this day, I have no Idea what she did, but it was like nothing I have ever felt before. This lady knew what she was doing! I was rock hard and Belle was going to take full advantage of that.

I what seemed to be a single motion, she lifted herself astride me and slowly lowered down, guiding me inside her. The combination of the surprise and the warm sensation of being inside Belle nearly sent me over the edge. I somehow managed to contain myself, even with Belle grinding away on top of me.

Belle started moaning like she did before. I knew where this wes headed, and witin a minute of vigorous gringing, she let out another load groan as her fingernails dug into my shoulders.

When she regained her bearings, I said "It's my turn to fuck you". I moved her onto all four on the bed and I stood behind her on the floor. I pulled her hips toward me and heard a loud squelch as my cock slid into her pussy.She moaned again as I slowly gave her my entire length, which I repeated, each time speeding up just a fraction. She was moaning even more and again said something in Icelandic. I asked what she said.

"I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you spray your cum in me" Just the words got me 90% there. I picked up the tempo, still thrusting deep inside Belle, but much faster now. She was practically screaming when I felt my cum pulsing into her. She groned again before collapsing on the bed.

We continued to fuck for the rest of the night and well into the next morning. It was a most unexpected, but very pleasant intoduction to Icelandic culture.

A couple of days later , Belle snuck into my room at the hotel for some more fun... But that is another story.