I a[m] one lucky [f]ucker…

I am a traveling worker who wanders around the United States setting up shop in various National Parks. If it matters, I’m a fit 29 year old that has often been compared to David Tennant’s Tenth Doctor when clean cut, and Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine when in Viking mode. This last season (March to November) I was in Yellowstone, and ended up on several sexual adventures. This is one of those stories.

Waiting outside the post office to pick up my mail, I was absently petting one of the local cats and contemplating what I had just done. After a relationship of five years I had broken up with my girlfriend, and though it was a relief I was also reeling. I just wanted to gather up my junk mail and go back to my quarters in lake village.

“The owner must be an idiot,” I heard a woman with a Scandinavian accent mutter as she joined me in waiting for the post office to open, “I see bald eagles swoop over this place every day. Bye bye poo-ssie…”

I laughed as I stood up to find a tall (5’10”) slim woman with jet black hair, bright green eyes, and a beauty mark just above her lip. Her features/bone structure reminded me of Finnish model [Minttu Virtanen](http://www.speakerscorner.me/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/minttu13.jpg) but with light freckling across her cheeks and nose.

Her name was Venla and she was not surprisingly from Finland. We got to chatting and discovered we were both archaeology majors, both sci-fi/fantasy nerds, and both into symphonic, folk, and progressive metal. Time sprinted by us when suddenly I realized why the post office was taking so long to open.

“Hey, it just dawned on me that it’s Sunday,” I said as she stopped speaking mid-sentence to register this, “No mail today.” It was easy to forget out there in the woods. Days of the week meant very little in this lifestyle.

“Oh, well then I’m just going to go back to my room to watch Raiders [of the Lost Ark],” she sighed.

“Oh ok, well it was nice to meet you. See you around,” I said before I realized we were walking the same way. Of course we were, all the flats were in the same cluster of five buildings. Idiot. Venla laughed at my awkwardness, but seemed to forgive me for being a dork.

We walked and talked some more about hiking and university and anything really. She told me about her adventures through Europe, and of her sister who was apparently a model that was taller, thinner, and more beautiful than her. I told it didn’t seem possible to me. She showed me photos and her sister was indeed a vision of blonde-haired blue-eyed Nordic perfection. Perfection is boring, though. I began to get the impression that Venla was the black sheep of her wealthy and successful family, choosing adventure and travel over a lucrative career and a big house to start a family in. I could relate.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she eventually asked cautiously.

“I-,” I almost said yes out of habit, “No. Not as of a few hours ago.”

“Oh!” she said impishly, “I have good timing then.”

“What about you?” I returned.

“As of three days ago no boyfriend, but it is a Soup Oprah lately,” she sighed.

“I think you mean a Soap Opera,” I corrected with a chuckle.

“I probably do,” she agreed with a big smile and a vigorous nod, “This is good. You will help me with English, and I will let you be my beetch. This is a good deal for both of us.”

When we arrived at her building we paused outside and continued to chat. I could see she was reluctant to go inside without me.

“You should come in and watch with me,” she offered hopefully.

“I better get back. I have so much to do before work tomorrow,” I said apologetically. I saw her expression drop then turn to resignation. Idiot!

Back at my flat I noticed a facebook friend request from Venla, accepted it, and sat on my bed thinking. On the one hand, I had been single for the first time in five years for a grand total of three hours at this point, and I guess I felt like I wasn’t ready to pursue something new already. On the other, it’s just a movie in a room alone with a tall gorgeous fit nerdy international. Maybe I shouldn’t be alone right now anyway. I messaged her.

Me: Hey Venla, still on for an Indy marathon?
Venla: Yesssss, room #224 :)

It’s just a movie I kept telling myself, but always be prepared for more. I grabbed massage oil, sweets (always have candies to offer a lady), and condoms to stuff in my jacket pockets.

I knocked on her door, and halfway through the third rap the door swung open. I peered in to see she was already walking back to her computer to stop the movie. I entered, closed the door behind me and she restarted Raiders from the beginning for me. She sat on her bed and motioned me to come sit behind her so that she could lean back on me.

It was hard to focus on Indy and his adventures as I had this goddess lounging between my legs. I could smell the light flowery aroma of her long black hair, felt every little shift of her hips against my groin and thighs. I absently rubbed her shoulders, not really noticing that it had turned into a full on back rub until I heard Venla give a relaxing sigh.

“It feels so good,” she said as I massaged her neck and behind her ears, “ You are very good not like most American boys.”

“Why don’t you lay down on your stomach,” I suggested, “it will be easier that way.”

“Oh, will it be easier?” she mocked, “should I take my clothes off too?”

“Umm, yes actually,” I agreed pretending not to notice the teasing tone, “If you want the best quality massage with massage oil then you should.” I nodded. She squinted at me smiling devilishly.

Venla stripped down to her matching blue bra and panties before stretching out on the bed, cradling her head in her crossed arms as I set about my task of running my hands all over her body. I poured some of my very own massage oil mixture onto her back and neck, and then with firm even-pressured movements I slowly worked every muscle from her neck down her back to the hips. Encouraged by little moans and sighs of pleasure and relief, I started in on her hips and butt.

“I’m drooling,” she laughed, “you better not stop.” No worries, there. Heaven.

Not going to lie, I spent extra time massaging her firm round ass before heading down the outside and back of her thighs and calves. I worked my way back up the inside of the thighs, back to where they joined the glutes. My thumbs just barely grazed her slit through her panties on my longer upstrokes. I could feel her panties were growing hot and moist.

“Mmm, I’m getting so wet, you beetch,” she said as she slapped playfully at me.

I took my index, middle and ring finger and began rubbing up and down her pussy, still outside her panties. She flinched at first, but closed her eyes as she bit her lip and rested her head back down on her arms. She arched her back, raising her hips up so I could get a better angle. I continued to rub her mound as I kissed gently up her back to nibble and bite at her neck. Venla seemed ready, so I flipped her over onto her back continuing my hand work. I kissed her neck, then down her chest and stomach to just above her mound. I stopped rubbing her pussy to slowly inch her blue skimpy panties down, but suddenly she grabbed my hands.

“N-no, not today,” she pleaded, “we just met today.”

“I can make you feel very good,” I insisted.

“You already have,” she agreed.

“I can make you feel even better,” I assured her, “The best.”

“I think you can,” she said nodding affirmatively, “but not yet. Come up here. Be my cuddle buddy.”

“Ok, that sounds good too,” I sighed, “but for the record, I like my plan better.”

“Me too,” she said, “but sometimes nice guys don’t turn out to be so nice once they get what they want. So let me have one day of cuddles first.”

I could see in her eyes that it pained her to stop me. She rolled on her side and wagged her perfect ass, beckoning me to spoon up behind her. I kissed my way up her spine, running a hand along her hourglass curves as I went. As I settled into position I kissed her deeply on the lips, exploring her mouth with my tongue. For one night, I suppose I could be content with tender affection. I held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep.

Some time in the middle of the night I was awoken to a gentle kiss on the lips, and hand running down my abs. The hand slipped under the elastic of my boxers and wrapped around my limp penis. I kissed back and rolled on top of Venla as I went to remove her bra only to find she had already taken it off.

I cupped a perky handful in my hand, running my thumb in gentle circles over her nipple until I felt it stiffen. Blood surged into my cock as it throbbed and swelled from her stimulation. I kissed and licked and nibbled along her neck, and sucked at her nipples in alternation.

“You are as hard as a stone,” she whispered between fast breaths, “I need you in me.” There was no playful dominance in her anymore. She was begging in earnest to be filled up.

She slid her panties off and then my boxers for me as I fumbled for a condom in the dark. She found it first, opened it and rolled it down my length before grabbing me by both buttocks and pulling me back down on top of her. I kissed her forcefully as I touched the tip of my cock to her dripping pussy. She moaned with the slight touch and kissed back even harder.

Pulling on my hips with all her strength I fought back against Venla a bit so I could slide my tip up and down her opening. Finally I agonizingly inched inside her tight little hole. As I felt the corona of my glans slide past her lips she gasped and dug her nails into my skin. With that I pushed into her, holding my hips against hers as my cock pulsed deep inside her. I kissed her hungrily as I held her by her slim waist, fingertips from one hand nearly touching the those of the other.

“Oh fuck, you are not like other boys,” she gasped between whimpering moans, “You go slow so you can feel. Every. Little. Movement.” She rolled her hips and flexed her abs and pelvic muscles to tighten her pussy’s grip on my cock.

She placed a hand on my chest, curling it into a fist to grip me by the chest hair, “but now I need it fast and hard, like a fucking viking.” I let go of her hips and wrapped one hand around her neck covering her mouth with the other.

I pounded into her relentlessly, feeling the bed frame tremble with the force. Her legs locked around me as if to say I wasn’t going anywhere. The louder she moaned the faster and harder I would thrust. Suddenly she began to quiver and buck with a shaking orgasm, moaning into my hand. As the tremors of pleasure rolled over her in waves I kept pumping into her, keeping my rhythm as best I could.

Her final twitches subsided and Venla tapped on my shoulder vigorously, telling me to give her a moment to catch her breath. I rolled off of her to lay back on the bed as she gasped and brushed her disheveled hair from her face. Still heaving for air, she leaned over and kissed me with her small soft mouth.

She then rested her head on my abs, and pulled the condom from my still raging erection. Tossing the condom aside she stroked my dick with one hand and kissed the head gently. I could feel little ropes of pre-cum stretching from my tip to her lips as she’d disengage and then move back in for another show of affection.

“Just relax,” she said as she worshiped my dick, “I want to do the rest.”

She licked and sucked my cock as I absently pet her long black hair. After making out with my glans for awhile she plunged down, swallowing half of my length in one movement. She struggled down further and I felt her relax her throat to take in the rest. She sucked as hard as she could as she slid me back out of her throat. Her tongue and lips passed over my frenulum and then my head. I was nearing the limit.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” I barely managed to murmur.

“Good, I want you to cover my face,” she said excitedly. Hearing that was enough.

I flexed, a convulsion running through my loins and lower back. I groaned out, forgetting to breath as I shot rope after rope of thick pearly-white cum onto her gorgeous face. My seed blasted onto her outstretched tongue and across her cute little nose, splashing into her hair and back onto my abdomen. She was giggling in surprise before swallowing what she could.

“Holy sheet, it has been a long time, huh?” she wondered as she got up to go to the bathroom and wipe my cum from her face.

She brought me a wet wipe to clean my stomach and abdomen before she hopped in the shower to wash my cum from her hair. When she was done she cuddled up into my arms again, purring with satisfaction. Five years left my mind in just one night.

I can tell you more about Venla, or about other girls, if you liked this story.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5dq3s1/i_am_one_lucky_fucker