A surreal sex marathon in Finland with a beautiful nordic virgin [MF] [M31/F23]

Author’s note: Skip to the divider to avoid the **lengthy** backstory! I’ll eventually learn to be less long-winded I promise.

I loved traveling solo.

There were just so many fantasies attributed to it, chief among them the prospect of meeting and fucking hot strangers. I’d read enough stories of impromptu skinny dipping sessions, fucking in the hostel showers, and bar alleyway blowjobs that these possibilities loomed whenever I stepped off a plane. What wasn’t to love about a transient fling where everyone was more or less on the same horny page?

The problem this time though, was that I’d flown 12 hours to Eastern Europe from Los Angeles for far more somber reasons not fit for a sexy story. After a month and a half of seeing nothing but the insides of big white tents and speaking a slavic language I was barely functional in to scores of frustrated refugees, it was safe to say I wasn’t in the most social mood by the end. In fact, I found myself actively trying to avoid seeing people at all.

On a whim, I booked a flight to Finland, picked a remote town with a cute sounding name, and lined up 4 nights in an AirBnB. I almost immediately regretted it. After a six week routine of emotionally draining conversations and barely any sleep, the last thing I should’ve done was force myself onto a 5:30am flight to Helsinki, and then a 3-hour train ride to Jyväskylä. By the time I arrived at the AirBnB I was a smelly, burnt out husk.

The next day I awoke to a massive headache. My brain felt mired in fog as I pulled open the shutters, wincing as light seared my senses.

Finland was fucking beautiful.

Gently swaying birch forests blanketed every square inch not used for roads or housing, and from my window I could see no less than four lakes glimmering passively in the sunlight. Nothing felt real. Deciding to get lunch, I made my way to the elevators of the apartment complex. The elevator doors closed, and I sighed explosively into one palm. *How the hell was I supposed to vacation here if I barely had the energy to stand?*

I say all this because it was in this state – completely exhausted, positively feral at the prospect of more human interaction, and entirely unmoored from reality – that I met her. The lift doors chimed merrily, and as they slid open I found myself struggling to maintain my composure. Long auburn hair framed the delicate, mischievous face of the beauty that stepped in, and a pair of ice blue eyes pinned me squarely in place. I was a deer in headlights.

“Moi!” she said brightly.

“Hei- I mean, доброго дня – нет, то есть, moi. Fuck. Sorry. Hi.” I sputtered.

Great start.

“‘Hei’ was right!” she laughed, cocking her head and sending a few auburn curls bouncing.

Suddenly I didn’t want to avoid people anymore.

“Roosa,” she smiled, extending her hand. The way she rolled the r in *Roosa* made a part of me twinge.

“Jin.” She took my hand with a wry smirk.

“Why are you all the way out here in Jyväskylä, Jin? Are you running from the police?”

“Just people in general, really,”

She laughed at my response.

“Well, you’re in the right country! And you speak Russian? Are you sure you’re not a spy?”

“Nope. Just an idiot who studied a bit of Russian in school! Sorry to disappoint.” I rubbed my temples. I was content to let the conversation end there – another mildly exciting blip in my dreary two weeks in Europe, when she spoke again.

“A Russian-speaking American in Eastern Europe… you’re here because of what’s going on, huh? To help?”

Despite myself, I was genuinely impressed at her acuity.

“Well…wow, yeah. You nailed almost everything except the American part. I was volunteering in Poland. I’m just here to-”

“So you’re here to relax!” she cut in, and then paused, turning to face me with a little smile-

“You want a tour guide?”

—

Roosa, on top of being devastatingly beautiful, turned out to be great company. She was a 23-year old biology student at the local university, and a native to Jyväskylä. The conversation flowed naturally, easily, and in a weird way I stopped being distracted by her attractiveness as much as I simply began to enjoy talking to her.

I found myself completely forgetting about my headache as she took me to lunch(reindeer pizza was great!), walked me through the various intricacies of a Finnish grocery store(*Salmiakki* was not so great!), and finally dropped me off with a promise to show me around the nearby forests the next day.

She was also a massive flirt.

“You’ll need a Finnish person with you to protect you from bears! You know, even with those arms,” she said, tracing a finger along my bicep.

“What…exactly about my arms?” I asked in a stupor. Did I mention that I had an unparalleled ability to sabotage my own love life?

“Nothing! You just…have arms!” she said with a smirk, squeezing my shoulder before getting off the elevator on her floor.

The next day, she met me outside our building, dressed in a short, flowy white dress that barely clung to her slender frame. It was exceptionally difficult to not check her out. Her dress hugged her curves in a way that made ignoring them impossible, but also gave her an air of innocence that made me feel guilty for even looking.

After our hike she led me to the edge of a lake, where we sat and watched the waters lapping gently at the sand.

“Have you ever been to a sauna?” she asked suddenly, the sparkling lake throwing lines of light across her face.

“Yeah sure, like those at LA Fitness?”

She laughed.

“Well now I definitely can’t let you leave without experiencing one. Only one problem, though,” she motioned for me to get closer, then leaned towards me and whispered conspiratorially,

“You’ll have to be naked. Think you can handle that, LA boy?”

I could hardly believe this was happening, but in my sleep-addled state, I kept my composure surprisingly well. Her leaning in had caused one bra strap to slide off her shoulder, and I absently reached out to correct it, my mind straining for a response.

“Wow, you’re… you know you’re really forward,” was all I could manage.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about!” she quipped merrily, grabbing my hand.

**———–ACTION BEGINS HERE———-**

Under the guise of “changing for the sauna”, she led me back to her place. She shut her apartment door behind us, motioning for me to sit on the bed. Then she brought out a bottle of sparkling wine, one wine glass (“We’ll share.”), and sat next to me.

We talked a little more, passing the wine glass back and forth, but it was clear we were getting more and more distracted. She told me about her ambitions of being an artist, and I told her about how badly I wanted to escape LA. It was clear there was an elephant in the room, though, and soon, the conversation all but died out. Roosa sat a full eight inches away from me, looking down. Fidgeting.

Maybe she’d changed her mind?

I wasn’t sure what to say. *Hey, so you wanna make out, or..?* I wasn’t sure if there was anything *to* say.

So I leaned in and kissed her.

It was barely perceptible, but Roosa seemed to hesitate, to steel herself, before placing her arms around my neck and reciprocating. Her lips melted against mine, and while there was no shortage of enthusiasm I felt something different, something that made me pause:

“Was that your first kiss?” I breathed, watching her pull away slowly with her eyes closed.

“That obvious?”

Roosa spoke much softer now – a stark contrast from her energetic, bubbly self. It only made me want to pull her in a second time.

But I was surprised. For all her advances, that Roosa was a virgin was the last thing I was expecting.

“You know we can stop here if you want. If you want your first time to be with someone special-”

She cut me off by shaking her head and burying her forehead in my chest. Without another word, I reached under her chin and gently lifted her face to mine. Her eyes were mesmerizing, and her face was flush with a mix of shyness and arousal.

As I leaned in for a second kiss I slid her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, running my hands up her stomach and under the straps of her lacy red bra. I felt her fingers curl around my back, and I helped her pull my shirt off as well.

She pressed herself against me, and the skin on skin contact was electrifying. I gently pushed her against the wall of her room, kissing my way down her neck and her stomach, hands roaming down across her thighs. When I got to her panties I took in the sight in awe.

Roosa’s flat stomach rose and fell lightly as she breathed, her fingers lightly curled around my shoulders. Her areolae were just barely visible over the fabric of her lingerie, and I was face level with her visibly soaked underwear.

“You planned this,” I said, smiling softly. She just nodded, and reached over my shoulder for the wine glass.

I couldn’t wait anymore.

Gently hooking my fingers over the waistband of her panties, I pulled them down over her ass, let the garment drop to the floor, and buried my face in her crotch. She was soaked. My tongue ran gratefully in and around the smooth folds of her pink pussy, pausing to graze her clit every so slightly before moving southwards towards her entrance. I pushed my tongue in further into her velvet sex, relishing her scent. As my tongue slid in and out of her I became aware of her alternating between grabbing at the wall and holding the back of my head. Her body flexed and tensed as she tried to control her breathing, and I felt her pressing herself against me as she approached climax.

I moved my head upwards, enveloping her clit in my mouth as I gently flicked my tongue over her. Reaching up, I simultaneously snuck a hand under her bra, kneading her bare tits while my thumb ran circles around her nipples. Suddenly her entire body stiffened as her legs shuddered against my shoulders. A small moan escaped her lips while her fingers tightened into a vice grip on my hair. I heard a sharp intake of breath as Roosa tried her best at a modest orgasm, before she finally collapsed back against the wall.

“You okay?” I asked, standing up to kiss her once more. She nodded, breathless. Smiling. I wanted to do everything for this girl.

Now she was the one fumbling at my pants. Pulling my underwear off, she stared quietly at my cock, her piercing blue eyes lost in the moment. Then she was gently pushing me back, away from the wall, reaching one hand down to grab my shaft as she slowly began to jerk me off. I remember sitting on the edge of her bed and suddenly becoming hyper aware of every detail. The fairy lights. The easel in the corner of the room. She wanted to be a painter, she said. Roosa got to her knees, gingerly taking the tip of my penis, already slick with pre-cum, into her mouth. I groaned.

“Fuck. Babe. Yes.”

She did all this with her eyes fixed on mine. Watching to see if I was enjoying myself. If she was doing it right. Her head bobbed up and down as she got comfortable with her tempo, and it was all I could do to not thrust in tandem. I could be here all day, I thought, lost in the stars of her eyes while she pleasured me.

But I wanted more, so I reached down to pull her up to my level.

Her bra came off easily, and I laid her down on her back.

*Touch them everywhere*, an Austrian ex had said. *Girls love it when you do that*. It was advice I followed long into adulthood, and I watched Roosa sigh and melt against the bed as I kissed her neck, ran my hands across her tits, her stomach, her thighs. I kissed her perfect pink nipples, swirling my tongue around them one after the other and feeling her arch her back in response. I wanted all of her to feel all of me.

Eventually she put her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes.

“Now.” she breathed.

I was already between her legs, the tip of my cock grazing the entrance to her pink pussy. I reached down to align us, and slowly began pushing. Her eyes widened as her breathing became shallow and hitched, and she reached for my hands, intertwining our fingers. I pinned her arms above her head, watching her face contort in pleasure and wonder.

She was already so fucking wet it was surprisingly easy to slip in. I stopped there, letting her take in the moment while I fucked her with just the tip.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, freeing one hand to caress her breasts.

She shook her head. Then nodded vigorously at me with a certain animal desperation in her eyes. She didn’t say anything, but I understood exactly what she wanted.

I began lengthening my thrusts, slipping in further and further, watching her face for pain or alarm. Every part of me wanted to thrust myself all the way in and bottom out in her, but I didn’t want to take chances. Didn’t want to break her.

Turns out she would make that choice for me. Wrapping her legs around my hips, she pulled me in with a strength I never knew her tiny frame had. I sank the entire length of my cock deep inside her, and we moaned simultaneously, loudly, in an explosion of carnal bliss.

“Fuck me-” she began, between ragged breaths, but I had already lost control. I started pounding her with a ferocity typically reserved for long-term lovers. Didn’t matter that she was a virgin, or that I was clearly hitting her cervix between strokes. Roosa’s reciprocation was instant. She lifted her hips into the air to match my thrusts, her moans mixing in with her breathing. I seized both wrists, pinning them above her head. I was barely thinking now, using my free hand to cup her face and ravaging her tongue with my own. I wanted all of her. I wanted her to feel every bit of pleasure she was giving me and more.

Roosa seized up, her legs quaking around my midsection as another orgasm shook her from head to toe. She didn’t climax loudly, that was certain, but the way her vagina clamped down on me told me that she was climaxing all the same. My head was light as I continued my steady tempo, sliding in and out of her with a desperation I’d forgotten I was capable of. I remember fragments of this moment. Her toes clenching so hard they looked like she was about to cramp. Her hands grabbing onto my thighs as though she wanted to pull me in further. Harder.

When I stopped for a breather Roosa wasted no time sitting up, swinging one leg over me, and positioning her sex right at the tip of my cock. The way we’d been fucking, it was easy to forget her inexperience. But butterflies exploded in my stomach watching this sweet, kind girl figure out the right positioning for the first time, her face scrunched up in concentration, her breath ragged, her moans light. Finally I slid deep into her and I watched pleasure surge through her from her toes to her face. She took one breath, steadied herself with her palms on my chest, and began riding me in earnest. I couldn’t help but start thrusting from below, matching her tempo as her arms buckled against me and she buried her face into my neck, making little moans with each beat. I could see her perfect ass bouncing up and down on me when I looked over her shoulder – and her orgasms, seemingly coming at shorter intervals now, culminated in her suddenly rising off of me while she quivered and moaned in ecstasy, a thin string of her juices and my precum stretching between us.

“How many is that now?” I asked, when she collapsed next to me, cradling my head against her chest.

“Five? Six? Lost count,” she breathed. Then she stared at me.

“And you are still at zero!”

“It’s okay!” I absently kissed one of her tits, licking lazy circles around her nipple.

“I don’t typically cum with new partners.” I ran one hand down her chest and stomach, resting it on her thigh..

Truth be told, though, I was *horny*. I totally understood if she’d gotten too sore, but I was ready to pound her back into the stone age if she’d let me.

“Want to get on your knees?” I asked.

“On the floor?”

“No, just here. You’ll get rugburn down there.” *How was she so fucking cute?!*

She nodded, turning around and offering me a spectacular view of her petite ass. Grabbing her hips, I’d almost forgotten this was her first experience as I thrust into her hard.

She cried out. Loudly. Enough to cause me alarm.

“Does it hurt? Should I stop-”

“Ei, jatka!” she cried into the pillow, pushing herself against me and forcing me deeper into her. I didn’t know what she said. I didn’t have to. Grabbing both her wrists and holding them behind her back, I rammed myself into her again and again, feeling her body quake and hearing her muffled cries into the pillow. Her body only seemed to want more as she pushed herself into me. I remember the smell – her sex and mine intertwined. I remember releasing her wrists, then grabbing her hips with both hands so I could thrust harder, occasionally reaching under her to touch the rest of her. Soon, her legs began to make that telltale quiver again, and she moaned out loud into the pillow as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

“Fuck.” She whispered, struggling to recover.

“Fuck.”

I pulled out and lay on my back, letting her collapse onto my chest. I kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

“Good first time?” I teased.

Suddenly I felt her hand wrapped around the base of my cock. It wasn’t the ginger, furtive grip from a couple hours ago. Her hold was firm, determined, as she began pumping my shaft with fervor. In a sudden reversal her mouth was on my chest, her tongue flicking at my nipples. The competing sensations drove me wild. Maybe I was going to cum after all.

Roosa was relentless while she worked me. Slowly, surely, then faster and faster as my body tensed and my toes curled. As my orgasm began she took my shaft deep into her throat, sliding her head up and down with a vigor that overloaded my senses with a blinding crescendo.

How hard and how intensely I came is something I catch myself idly daydreaming about throughout my days back home. It’s impossible to describe the intensity of the sensation, except to say it somehow felt like she’d made me climax while I was climaxing. I couldn’t help but groan involuntarily as waves of pleasure crashed into me, and I held on to the back of her head for dear life. This was one of those full-body orgasms I was always hearing about. My eyes were squeezed shut for most of it, but I caught fleeting glimpses of her continuing to pump my shaft. Of her keeping her lips wrapped around me. Savoring every drop. The orgasm shook me in waves, and I came for what felt like an eternity.

When I finally regained my senses those blue eyes were staring right through me again- a familiar smirk on Roosa’s face.

“Now I’m satisfied.”

I reached up to pull her in for a kiss. Then I collapsed on her chest, listening to her heartbeat while she ran her fingers through my hair.

—

*Did I really just fucking fall asleep on a girl I’d known only for a day?*

I opened my eyes, my face still nestled between Roosa’s breasts, with a tinge of embarrassment. Her hand was still stroking my hair. How long was I out? Did she know?

“You’re like a puppy, you know.” I looked up to see Roosa smiling at me and immediately felt bad.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize I was passing out.”

“No, I quite like it. I didn’t want to wake you.” Roosa said softly. Her arms reached down to hold me against her, and I closed my eyes again.

I still had 3 days left in Jyväskylä. And I knew exactly how I was going to be spending my time.

The rest of that weekend was a haze of naps, non-stop intercourse, and the occasional snack. It was hard to tell where she ended and where I began – not to mention recollect exactly what we did in what order. All I have are vignettes, splashes of memory that stop me in my tracks as I go about my day.

Us cleaning up in the shower. Me embracing her from behind under the cascading hot water. Kissing her neck as she guided one of my hands onto her throat. Then fucking her brains out against the bathroom wall while our juices ran down our legs.

Her pinning me against the couch while she slammed herself onto me repeatedly. How this woman went from her first time touching a penis to getting as good at riding me as she did I will never know. We groaned in unison as she came on top of me, grinding her pubic bone into mine as she threw her head back.

Me bending her over against the dining table while I thrust into her from behind, her hair balled up in one fist. She came so hard her legs buckled. Then I flipped her over, sat her on the table and continued pounding her, listening to her moan into my ear as she clung to my neck. The table was slick with our collective fluids when we were done, and we joked about leaving similar stains all over the rest of the apartment.

Having her straddle me on the couch in reverse cowgirl while I closed one hand around her throat and mercilessly attacked her clit with the other. The strength of her orgasm forced me out of her and she collapsed against me in a sweaty, spent puddle.

Us interlacing our fingers as she edged me closer and closer to climax. Her yelping in surprise, then laughing, as I sprayed white hot cum over us both.

We were in and out of the shower a lot. And we never made it to the sauna.

—

And then I had to go.

“I’m trying not to like you too much,” she said softly as we held hands outside the apartment block, my duffel bag awkwardly slung over my shoulder. It was my last day, so we’d made sure to fuck for five straight hours, right up to the last second before I had to leave or be late for my train.

“So I’ll say goodbye here. Don’t want to do the whole train goodbye thing, you know.” She was wearing my T-shirt, an olive-green souvenir of our time together.

“Can I ask you something?” I smiled somewhat sadly at my new lover. Our time was already over, and I really did not want to leave Finland.

“Ask!”

“How did you, you know, trust me? Especially for your first-” She leaned in to kiss me deeply, silencing the thought.

“Too many questions. Go.”

—

She’d text me later, when I was already well on my way to Helsinki:

*Slightly regretting not coming to the train station, but here’s your answer*

*You fixed my dress during our walk.*

*And I like your arms!*

*Aaand your eyes :P*

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I’m already planning my next trip to Finland, and something tells me it won’t be a solo trip this time.

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