Loving Transwomen 19 - Sweden

A/N - Hello again. Well, there are plenty of options with it comes to the letter 'S' and choosing where to place a story, whether it be a country or a city. I've eventually plumped for Norway's eastern neighbour, Sweden.

Given how attractive many of their women can be, and its rather liberal outlook on sexuality, I figured it would be a good place to set a story. The best way to describe this is that it's going to be a 'little bit of everything'. The MC will be a man and... Well, he's going to be living his best life with transwomen and maybe another man or two could be involved as well.

Submitted so far:

Loving Transwomen: Adelaide (Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Buenos Aires (Alternative Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Cambodia (Interracial Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Dublin (Lesbian Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Ecuador (Group Sex)

Loving Transwomen: Finland (Lesbian Taboo Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Germany (Alternative Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Hanoi (Interracial Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Italy (Alternative Threesome Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Japan (Taboo Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Laos (Interracial Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Montreal (Alternative Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Namibia (Switch Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Oslo (Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Philippines (Interracial Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Queenstown (Alternative Taboo Romance)

Loving Transwomen: Rio de Janeiro (Alternative Romantic Group Sex)

Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.

Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1. Any mistakes are still mine.

Comments are appreciated as always.

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A man has fun and finds love during his time in Sweden.

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I had no idea that the ferry from Helsinki to Stockholm would be such a wild time. It was chock full of Finns, Swedes, Norwegians, Danes and all manner of other Europeans, all of them having a fantastic time. There were also other tourists from around the world present. I'd heard stories that it could be a little wild at times, but it seemed like everyone possible was drinking to excess.

The reason that I was on this ferry was rather simple. I was on a trip around the majority of Nordic countries. I'd started in Finland, was now on my way to Sweden, and after a tour of there, my plan was to then head into Denmark before I'd fly over to the Faroe Islands and then possibly looking into moving onward to Iceland. The only reason I wasn't doing Norway is that I'd already travelled it before. Knowing how expensive Norway could be, I'd saved up plenty of cash, flown into Oslo and then slowly made my way west then north, all the way to Tromso.

While everyone was having a good time, there were also plenty of people hooking up, wanting to have an even better time. Given that I was the sort of man who didn't really care who I took to bed, I was busy flirting with men and women, and hell, I was left thinking that some of the women might not have been biologically that, if you get what I mean. If that was the case, they were still incredibly convincing.

Given that I'd never been shy about approaching girls, I grabbed two drinks from the bar and approached a trio of women who were sitting at a table. One of them, a stereotypical blonde, blue-eyed woman, who I assumed was Swedish, had been watching me for quite a while now. I offered her the drink and introduced myself.

"I'm Mark. Would you care to dance?"

Rather simple. If she said 'yes', fantastic. If she said 'no', I'd smile and wish her a good evening.

"Elin. I'd love to dance," she replied with a smile.

We probably barely exchanged a dozen words while dancing before we shared our first kiss. She smiled at me after we split apart, and I pulled her a little closer. She was wearing a little black number, her pale legs nice and smooth, only thin straps over her shoulders with no sign that she was wearing a bra. I assumed her breasts might have been fake as they sat perfectly on her chest.

"Guess we're all on here to just have a good time," I suggested.

"Your accent. Are you a tourist?"

"Sort of. I'm fortunate enough that I can travel and work at the same time. But given that it's rather expensive to do, I have a place in London that I might call home, but I wasn't born there. I'm from the other side of the world."

"I thought so. I've been on this ferry a few times. I have family in Finland. Are you headed to Stockholm itself or somewhere else?"

"Planning on a few days in Stockholm before I travel to the south of the country. I've looked into going north but, to be honest, it seems most things to see are in the south."

We chatted for a little longer in between dancing and making out. She was a great kisser, had a tight little body on her, and I didn't mind her grinding on me at all. She smiled when my hands finally moved down to her arse, and when her tongue slid into my mouth, I appreciated the assertiveness in the move. We finally made our way back to her table where she giggled, sharing an in-joke with her two friends as they spoke in Swedish. She had me smiling again when her hand gripped mine tightly as one of her friends bought a round of drinks for us.

When her two friends eventually got up and bid us goodnight, I wasn't oblivious to the intention. I turned towards her and pulled her in for another kiss. She whimpered as I was the assertive one this time. "I have my own cabin," I stated softly, "If you're okay with joining me."

"Before we go downstairs, I should tell you something, Mark."

"Sure."

"I'm trans."

I smiled and kissed her softly. "Trust me, I'm more than okay with that."

The smile on her face had me grinning like an idiot. "I'm guessing that I won't be your first from how confident you sounded."

"To be honest, I'll sleep with anyone. I really don't mind."

"Have you been with men before?"

"I have. I've been the top and I've been the bottom, if you were wondering."

"And you're okay with girls like me?"

I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her softly, my hand moving down to one of her smooth legs. She kissed me hungrily in return though I felt her completely relax at the same time. I understood the concern, even fear that transwomen felt when telling someone their truth. I had only slept with a couple of men over the years, mostly during my days back at university. But I was amazed at how many transwomen that I'd met on my travels.

Taking Elin by the hand, I led her towards one of the elevators. There were a couple of very drunk people staggering about, but after checking the time and seeing it was after midnight, I thought that we could have a little fun before we docked in Stockholm in a few hours' time.

My private room wasn't that large though I don't think Elin really cared once the door was locked behind me. There was no hesitation from her as she slid off her dress, leaving her in only her heels and panties in front of me. After helping me take my shirt off, while kicking off my shoes and socks, she lowered herself to her knees and after undoing my belt and unzipping my fly, my hardening cock popped out.

Her blue eyes lit up as she grasped the base and licked my shaft up and down a few times, circling the head of my cock as I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped me. As I smiled down at her, she returned the smile as she wrapped her soft lips around my cock and didn't hesitate in swallowing me until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

She was soon happily bobbing up and down, my fingers running through her long blonde hair. While I loved a blowjob like any man, and I appreciated a woman who let me cum in their mouth or even swallowed, I knew that we wouldn't have a lot of time together before we needed to get at least a couple of hours' sleep before we docked.

"Elin... Want to get up on the bed?"

I helped her up and she slowly lowered her panties. Her hard cock appeared, no more than average length though I made her face light up as I grasped it, giving her a few gentle strokes. She kissed me hard as her hand continued to work on me.

Moving onto the bed, we continued to make out as my hands explored her body. Her breasts were perhaps around a C-cup and felt softer than I thought they would be. When I earned a whimper, I broke the kiss and caressed her cheek, her blue eyes gazing into mine as I made a suggestion to have a little fun.

As I lay on my back, she spun around and eagerly took my cock back in her mouth. I licked and teased her in return, no surprise that she was completely shaven smooth around her groin. Once she had her cock in my mouth, we were soon both moaning as we pleasured each other. I'd gone down on both men and transwomen before, and I'd always enjoyed it. Sucking cock or eating pussy, I really didn't mind.

I felt up her arse at the same time. She had quite the pert little bottom, gently squeezing each cheek and tickling her rosebud. She enjoyed that as she lifted her head away from my cock and asked if I had lube. I assured her that I did, Elin quickly getting off me and finding it in a small pouch on my backpack.

Returning to bed, we resumed making out as she ended up underneath me. We spent a moment simply looking at each other again, Elin almost making me chuckle as she nearly started to blush.

"Where are you staying?" she asked softly.

"No idea. I travel by the seat of my pants. I'll usually find a hotel or hostel that has a room or space in a dorm."

"I know we've just met but... Want to stay with me?"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm here with you now and I feel safe. And to be honest, if the sex is as good as I think it's going to be, maybe... Maybe we can spend time together while you also do your touristy things..."

I spun her over and lifted her arse, using my tongue as I'd done it plenty of times before with both women and men. She moaned even louder when my hands spread her cheeks, and I really got my tongue in there. After applying some lube, my fingers were next as she glanced back at me, ever so eager to feel more fingers, moaning that she really wanted to feel my cock inside her as soon as possible. Two fingers inside her had her starting to push back against me, and when I had a third slide inside her, her moans suggested that she was loving it.

Although I would have preferred her on her back, Elin asked me to just finally slide my cock inside her. After lubing up my cock, I placed the head between her cheeks and rubbed against her for a few seconds before I pressed forward and felt her arsehole start to accept my cock. She whimpered again as the head slid inside her, stopping for a moment to give her time to adjust, before I slowly fed more of my cock inside her.

Once I was buried, I lifted her up and back against my chest, Elin turning her head enough so that I could kiss her. She continued to gaze at me as I started to gently thrust, my left hand fondling one of her breasts as my right hand moved down to stroke her cock.

Part of me knew this was just sex, but even for a first time and still as relative strangers, the way Elin gazed at me as we... Well, I'm going to say made love as it was incredibly gentle and very tender. I kissed her softly as she continued to gaze at me. And the look in her eyes suggested that she was loving every minute as well.

"Feels so good," she whispered.

"You feel fantastic, Elin... Glad I approached your table..."

She smiled at me. "I was watching you from the moment you entered the bar. I was hoping that you would come up and say hello."

"And now?"

"Now I want to spend as much time with you as possible."

She pulled herself forward and turned around to lie on her back. With her legs bent back at the knees, I carefully slid my cock back inside her, Elin moaning again before she shared one hell of a kiss. I felt her hands move onto my back as I started to thrust a little faster. Elin moved one of her hands to her cock and started to stroke herself while I pumped her a little faster.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, "Just like that, Mark. You feel wonderful."

"I'm taking you up on your invitation, Elin. I'd love to share this with you every night."

"Stay as long as you want if it's always this good."

Elin was the first to cum, whimpering as her cock erupted, spurt after spurt flying from her cock onto her chest. It must have been good as her bottom lip quivered as I'd left my cock buried while she climaxed. Kissing her softly once I started to move again, I rested my forehead against hers as I started to thrust faster.

Warning her that I was getting close, I felt her legs move and loosely wrap around me. That made me smile although I was never going to pull out. She felt wonderful and there's no greater feeling than climaxing inside your lover.

"Fill me," she moaned softly, her hand now on the back of my head, "Want to feel you cum, Mark."

"In a minute," I grunted, "Want this as long as possible."

When I did finally climax, the groan that I released was probably heard around the ship. Elin whimpered underneath me before we shared a passionate kiss. Despite the sex, I could feel my heart beating just that little bit faster because of how close I already felt to Elin. Sure, we knew bugger all about each other, but sometimes the sex was so good that you led with that first and learning about each other simply came later.

Thankfully, my cabin did come with a very small ensuite bathroom that allowed us to clean up. Giving me a soft kiss, she put on her dress and promised me that she would be back shortly. Five minutes later, there was a knock at my cabin door, Elin walking in with her small suitcase. She stripped naked again and joined me in bed. We made out for a little while before she leaned back and her eyes started to glisten.

"I've never done anything like this before," she admitted.

"Well... I have... Are you regretting..."

That earned a very quick, passionate kiss. "God no. Not regretting. Just... I'm already overthinking things."

"Why don't we sleep and talk in the morning?"

She rolled over and spooned back against me, my arms wrapped around her. She held one of my hands to her chest and that's when I heard her sniffle. I managed to lift myself up enough to kiss her cheek. "It was that good for me too, Elin. Trust me..."

"Even in Sweden, despite how accepting people can be, most men accept though don't want to date girls like me. I understand why, because I have a cock... Then I meet someone like you..."

"You're a beautiful woman, Elin," I stated softly.

That made her sniffle again. "Thank you," she whispered, "I've had a wonderful night, Mark."

We slept until there was a ship-wide announcement, letting us know that the ferry would be docking shortly. Getting out of bed, we exchanged a series of smiles as we dressed before getting back on the bed and cuddling until we knew the ship would be docked. Heading upstairs to meet her friends, Elin was holding my hand, and they were immediately asking her numerous questions in Swedish. No idea what was being said, but Elin squeezed my hand more than once, and the way that she gazed and me and smiled, I guess whatever she had to say was positive.

Having never been to Stockholm, it was up to Elin to guide me around. I would normally head to a tourist information centre, grab a map, then use my phone to find a hotel or hostel to stay in. I wasn't travelling in peak season, and the weather was as cool as I expected. Elin explained she lived in the suburbs though it was a quick trip on public transport.

As expected, she lived in an apartment. To my amusement, both of her friends lived in the same apartment building. They had partied on after Elin and I had departed, both of them explaining that they were going to get some sleep as they would be heading back to work the next day. Elin led me inside her apartment, no surprise that it was stylish and modern.

After dropping our things in her bedroom, she asked if I was hungry as we hadn't had breakfast. Taking my hand after we grabbed what we needed, she led me back to the nearest transport stop and we headed back towards the centre. Although she was feeling tired, and she would be working the next day, she was happy to give me plenty of pointers as we spent a couple of hours relaxing together. The food was excellent, and it wasn't as expensive as I first feared.

Making our way back to her apartment, she gave me a list of places that I should visit over the next few days. She offered to meet me every afternoon after she finished work and even suggested that I'd like a few of her friends though she made me chuckle when insisting that she didn't share.

I took her hand and squeezed it before kissing her. "Oh, I only have my eyes set firmly on one gorgeous Swedish woman," I stated softly.

She had to glance away again, blinking rapidly, before we shared another passionate kiss while sitting on her couch. Although we were both feeling a little tired after a long couple of days, she offered to cook me dinner, a somewhat traditional meal before we sat back on the couch afterwards and continued to get to know each other. She was twenty-eight to my thirty-four. We were both university graduates. I played the financial markets; she worked for a national company in the green energy sector. My family was all back in Australia. Her family were all Stockholm natives and long accepted her as a transwoman.

Straddling my lap a little later, we were making out while my hands ended up cupping her arse again. We slowly undressed each other until we were naked, her hard cock resting against her as we continued making out. When she leaned back to meet my eyes, I caressed her cheek again. Her skin was incredibly soft, her blue eyes simply sparkling, and that's when she smiled and suggested that she wanted to finish what she'd started the previous night.

On her knees between my legs, she made love to my cock with her mouth. Her eyes continually gazed up at me, her head slowly bobbing up and down. There are few things sexier to a man than a woman who so eagerly wants to pleasure him. Given that I'd been having erections all day simply due to Elin arousing me all the time, I knew that I wasn't going to last long.

"I'll return the favour," I moaned, "Though I can't wait to be buried in your gorgeous little butt again."

"We're making love all night," she replied, my cock resting against her cheek, "I'll just go to work tired in the morning. I'll give you something tomorrow morning so you can come and go from my apartment as you please."

Polite enough to warn her when I was about to cum, I'm sure her friends heard my groan when I unloaded in her mouth. And she made sure that I heard her gulping it down. Once my cock was giving nothing more, she used her tongue to clean up my shaft before she lifted herself up onto my lap and kissed me softly.

"Man is bound to get feelings for pretty women who do that for him," I stated softly with humour.

"You can stay for as long as you want, Mark," she replied before having to look away again. I pulled her to my chest as she wasn't alone in her very quick but intense feelings.

Moving to her bedroom, I ended up on the floor this time as I ran my tongue up and down her cock. She'd explained the therapy that she'd been through though even she admitted that she was glad to still get hard and she could still cum enough. I had no problem taking her cock in my mouth, my hands running up and down her body otherwise, moaning and humming as I worked her shaft.

"God, that feels so good," she moaned softly, "You enjoy my cock, Mark?"

I met her eyes and nodded, running my tongue up and down her shaft again before I twirled it around the head. "I'm going to enjoy this cock the entire time I'm here with you, Elin."

"Can't wait to feel your cock inside me again. All night this time."

Elin was obviously rather horny as she was soon moving her hips in time to how my head was bobbing, and when she warned that she was close, her cum wasn't going anywhere except in my mouth. She didn't cum as much as I did, but I still enjoyed swallowing it down for her. Lifting my head up to kiss her, it was another intense kiss, moving up onto the bed to join her as we made our way into a more comfortable position.

She rolled over onto her stomach as I buried my tongue between her cheeks again. She lifted her arse to make it easier for me, and once we were both hard again, I grabbed the offered lube and started to get her ready for me. Once she felt ready, she glanced back and almost begged me to start making love to her.

Once she was on her back, I gave her a moment before I started to slide my cock back inside her. We moaned in unison once I was buried, exchanging a smile as I started to gently thrust. Her fingers were quickly digging into my back with her legs bent back and resting against my torso. Our mouths were rarely apart as I couldn't stop wanting to kiss her. Lifting my head back enough to meet her eyes, it was an intense gaze as I savoured how hot and tight she felt, and she was waxing lyrical about my cock at the same time.

We eventually switched as she loved being on top, my hands holding her hips as she would bounce and grind on my cock, her right hand slowly stroking her own cock at the same time. The moans she made echoed around the bedroom, and whenever she spoke in Swedish, I didn't understand but it sounded sexy as fuck.

Then she opened her eyes wide, and she came all over my chest. I think it took her by surprise as she blushed rather brightly before I took her right hand and licked her fingers clean. Leaning down to kiss me softly, I moved my hands down to her arse and started to pump her a little faster.

"Fuck me," she moaned softly, "Just fuck me and fill me, Mark."

She collapsed onto my chest after I did cum inside her, feeling her softening cock between us. I held her tightly in my arms as I felt her sigh and snuggled even tighter.

"I think we're both feeling it," I finally admitted.

"Going to make sure that you have the best time while you're here. Where were you thinking of going next?"

"Uppsala. I know it's not that far from here in the grand scheme of things, but I'd rather stay there and do my thing rather than travel to and from here."

"It's a university town. Are you planning on Gothenburg too?"

"Yep."

She chuckled and lifted her eyes. "Well, you might find cute little trans girls to have fun with."

I caressed her cheek as her eyes closed for a moment. "Might want to come back here for you, Elin."

"I'd love that, but although I'm thinking, I have to be realistic, Mark. What I'm going to do is enjoy every day and night we're together here, and then I'll keep it as a fond memory."

We made love twice more that night. I was pleased that while I enjoyed two more climaxes, Elin was also able to cum with me. The lovemaking was incredibly passionate and sometimes so intense, I was left wondering if I should even leave Elin. I'd fallen in love quickly before at least once, and it hadn't bitten me in the arse. We'd only broken up because work got in the way.

After showering, needed due to being covered in cum, I lay on my back as Elin snuggled into my side. Her hand caressed my chest while my fingers caressed her side.

"Mark..."

"Yeah?"

"I haven't been this happy in a long time. I'm going to call in sick the next couple of days so we can spend all day together."

"I'd love that," I whispered before kissing her forehead.

Elin loved playing tour guide over the next couple of days, showing off all the sights of her home city. The weather wasn't too cool. Jackets were required occasionally when the wind picked up, but the sun was shining, and we had mostly blue sky. Elin was wearing a simple blouse and skirt combination with comfortable walking shoes. At the end of that first day, she took me to one of her favourite eating establishments. Simple, tasty food that wasn't too expensive.

We ended the night back at her apartment making love. Each time, it just got better and better. The way that she was gazing at me each and every time, I knew that I was probably looking at her in a similar manner. Each kiss was a scorcher, full of passion and feeling.

After another day of being a tourist the next day, we met up with a few of her friends for dinner first before heading off to a club that catered more to the LGBT community. Elin explained that there were laws against exclusion, whether it was against gay or straight people. There were no men or women only establishments, and there were no gay only clubs. But she admitted that there were places where women like her did feel more welcome than others.

Elin had no problem with me dancing with one of her friends. "I've never seen her look so happy," I was told by one of them, "It's a shame that you have to leave soon, Mark."

"I offered to come back though I'm not sure how it would work."

"Even if you can't, Elin is going to be living on this high for a long time. Even in Sweden, life isn't easy for girls like us when it comes to finding a partner. Men can't handle that we still have a cock, and females don't mind the cock but generally prefer partners who look like and act like men." She moved one of her hands to her chest. "I mean, I've got a great set of tits, and a lot of females would probably be jealous of that alone."

"Elin has a great pair."

That made her laugh. "Yes. I hope you don't mind that she's so excited that we know quite a bit about your love life already."

"It's fine with me. I know women talk."

We'd enjoyed a few drinks, and when we made it back to Elin's apartment, she made sure that we were naked rather quickly, and after I was seated on the couch, she was ever so eager to straddle me and make sure my cock was buried in her arse. Luckily, she carried lube with her which I found amusing, stroking her cock while she rode me hard and fast. Her orgasm was intense, and that's when a lot of feelings bubbled to the surface as she rested her head against my chest and there was no missing the choked sob.

Holding her tightly against me, she giggled and apologised for being silly. "I don't have a problem with the fact you're experiencing some intense feelings," I assured her, "Because I'm feeling the same thing."

I spent three more nights in Stockholm with Elin. I didn't want to spring a surprise on her, letting her know that I had a date that I thought I should leave. That's when she finally broke down and cried. I knew exactly why though I didn't say anything, simply holding her tight to my chest. She didn't ask me to leave though. She wanted to spend every possible minute with me.

The lovemaking that last night together was wonderful. Part of me didn't want to leave the next day. But we both knew this would always be a short-term romance. I hadn't expected anything to really happen on this trip except perhaps a one-night stand or two. I generally didn't enjoy them, but if you meet a fellow traveller, there's a chance that you'll share one night of passion and then never see each other again.

Elin joined me at the train station the next day. Although we both knew that she could travel up to Uppsala while I was there, we both knew that a clean break would be best. That didn't stop us from exchanging phone numbers and email addresses. We shared one last kiss before she started to cry again. I hugged her tightly and blinked a few times myself.

"If you're ever in Stockholm again..."

"I've got a very good reason to return, Elin. Part of me doesn't really want to go."

"But you should. You have plans. And you also have your life back in London."

"But someone very special to me at the moment won't be there."

It was the right thing to say although it made her cry a little more. Then we shared a last kiss, and it was heartbreakingly wonderful. Neither of us wanted the kiss to stop, only breaking apart when I knew that she really had to return to work.

"I'll never forget you," I promised her. All she did was caress my cheek a final time before she turned around and quickly walked away.

With a sigh, I picked up my backpack and boarded the train that would take me to Uppsala. I took a slow train as I was in no real rush, and it took around an hour to drop me at the main station of the city. After finding a place to stay for at least a couple of nights, I headed towards a tourist centre, grabbed myself a map, and had a wander around.

Given it was a city full of students, the city centre was full of pubs, bars and clubs, all of them advertising to get young people through their doors. I certainly wasn't looking for anything with someone else after my time with Elin. I wasn't really in the mood for too much, and my first night in Uppsala was quiet. Just a couple of drinks before I returned to my hotel room.

After a day trip to the coastal town of Gavle the next day, I decided to spend one more night in Uppsala before I would start to zig-zag my way south down the country until I arrived in the southern city of Malmo before crossing over to Copenhagen in Denmark.

The pubs and bars were all full of students and once they heard my accent at the bar, I found myself invited to a large table where around twenty or so people were gathered. I was immediately inundated with questions about what I was doing or had been doing in Uppsala. And I wasn't oblivious to the interest from more than one young woman at the table. When I told them about my stay in Stockholm and meeting Elin, I didn't feel any real reason to hide the fact that she had been transgender as none of them would ever meet her. That seemed to perk up the interest of a couple of girls.

We hit a club after we'd enjoyed quite a few drinks. The music was rather amusing, a real mix of seventies to nineties. And one young woman in particular was now doing her best to take all of my attention. Her name was Alma, and the one thing that stood out compared to all the other women was her raven black hair. Nearly every other woman around was blonde with the occasional brunette, even a redhead from time to time. Very few had such dark hair. Her eyes were hazel and there was no missing that she was gorgeous. To be honest, the average Swedish woman would be considered gorgeous in many other countries.

We were dancing together, making small talk as the music wasn't overpowering, and she didn't hesitate to kiss me. I smiled at the confidence on display before she leaned up towards my ear.

"I'm like Elin," she stated before leaning back with a smile, "And I really don't mind if we just have one night together, Mark."

She was only a couple of inches shorter than I was. Without the chest that Elin had, I could only assume she either hadn't gone under or maybe had no interest in getting fake breasts. There were bumps on her chest though that suggested something. I kissed her again and I felt her smile as I pulled her a little tighter. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and a short skirt, so I could place my hands on her rather pert little bottom. The kisses quickly turned rather intense, and it wasn't long until we were bidding her friends goodbye as she was eager to get back to my room.

We both knew this wasn't romance once we were back in my hotel room. We were just there to fuck. Clothing was almost ripped off in our eagerness to get naked. She had cute little breasts, and even though she was still going through hormone therapy, she admitted that she had started rather late in life compared to many others. Her cock was rock hard as our bodies came together.

Tumbling onto bed together, she grabbed the lube that I'd kept on the nightstand next to the bed as I'd spent each night jerking off to simple memories of my time with Elin. After lubing up my cock, she lubed herself up and I was surprised at how eager she was to simply fuck.

"Just spend all night fucking me," she stated with a smile, "And you can suck my cock in the morning, if you like. I don't fuck, but I love being blown."

I pulled her down and kissed her softly, earning another smile as I felt her move my cock towards her arse. Placing the head against her, she rubbed it against her a few times before I felt the head ever so slowly start to slide inside her. She felt incredibly tight, and I wasn't really used to someone taking my cock without some preparation.

"Just wanted you inside me," she stated once my entire length was inside her.

Watching her slowly riding me was mesmerising and she had no problem making a lot of noise. Stroking her cock at the same time, she lasted perhaps five minutes before erupting all over my chest. It was such a quick orgasm that she stopped and blushed, admitting she was horny and that hearing me talk about Elin in such glowing terms had aroused her far too much. She continued to ride me, now leaning forward with a hand to either side of me, and with my hands on her arse, I started to pump her a little faster.

I lasted longer than I thought I would, Alma smiling as she felt my cock throbbing away as I filled her tight little arse. We shared a passionate kiss after she pulled herself up and off my cock, continuing to straddle my lap as I ran my fingers through her dark hair, watching her smile somewhat shyly.

"Have you done this before?" she asked, "Just been with someone for one night."

"From time to time, usually when I'm travelling. I've met someone for an evening, made a connection, and sometimes you just want to enjoy a night of lovemaking and passion. Other times, it's just nasty, no-holds-barred sex."

When I was hard again, Alma wanted me to take her from behind. Wiggling her arse in my direction once I was in position, I gave each of her cheeks a cheeky slap which made her giggle. Sliding back inside her had us both moaning as she did feel incredibly tight, and she was moaning even more once I was mounting her and really driving my cock hard and fast.

"Fuck me," she moaned as she would have felt my hot breath by her ear, "Just fuck me all night. I want to be sitting funny during my lectures tomorrow."

"Can't wait until you tell all your friends about tonight."

She turned her head enough to give me a kiss. "Oh, they're going to know that you've got a fantastic cock, Mark, and you've really made me feel so good."

The harder I fucked her, the more she moaned for even more. I really thought that I was hurting her at times as I was being far from gentle, but if she wanted me to keep going, I wasn't going to deny her. The only time I stopped was when she enjoyed another orgasm, not even touching her cock as she left a much smaller load this time on the quilt. I only pulled out long enough for Alma to roll over onto her back, my hands behind her knees once I'd slid my cock back home, and I resumed fucking her. I didn't last too long as the sheer joy on her face was just another thing to arouse me, her cock still somewhat hard, which surprised me. After I filled her arse yet again, I released her legs and leaned down, sharing another soft kiss.

"Want to clean up in the bathroom?" I wondered.

"Nope. I want to feel your cum in me all night," she replied with a smile before she chuckled, "Actually, we probably should as I'm waking you up with a blowjob."

She kept her word about that after a comfortable night's sleep. She spun around so I could give her cock some attention, and after we'd both enjoyed an orgasm and swallowed each other's loads, we dressed and headed downstairs for a continental breakfast. Alma barely stopped smiling and blushing the entire time.

Parting wasn't as difficult as it had been with Elin. We'd both known it would only be one night though we did swap social media profiles as Alma was interested in my travels and even hoped that I might end up back in Uppsala one day, though she suggested that perhaps, just perhaps, my heart already belonged somewhere else. We parted with a soft kiss before we wished each other the best.

I spent the next week to ten nights heading west and then south, mostly skirting the shores of Lake Vanern. It was rather peaceful most of the time as most of the towns were rather small, spending no more than a night or two in each before moving on. My time around the lake ended with a couple of nights in the city of Trollhattan.

What's the city famous for? The Swedish manufacturer SAAB. I was interested in automobiles, and although the manufacturer is now defunct, there is still a museum dedicated to the brand.

Gothenburg was the next major destination, and I planned on spending quite a few nights there. I'd read plenty of positive pieces about the city, including that it was yet another city full of students, and that it was a very friendly and welcoming place to spend some time. After finding myself a hotel for a few nights, I'd arrived in the mid-afternoon so after grabbing myself a map, I figured that I'd just treat myself to an early dinner and a couple of drinks.

Like everywhere else I'd been, Sweden was expensive at times though it wasn't as eye-watering as Norway had been, and I'd heard that Denmark could be similar if not more expensive. I'd stuck with what would be considered mid-range hotels, and places were generally happy to give a discount if I was willing to book for quite a few nights.

My first couple of days and nights were spent being nothing but a tourist, wandering about with a map in hand, taking in all the sights and hoping to find those little off-the-beaten-path places that regular tourists might miss out on. Each night was spent finding a place that sold rather inexpensive food before I'd hit a couple of pubs. As soon as people heard me speaking accented English, I'd generally be joined by one or two people at a bar, and given that it was soccer season in Europe, there was plenty of that being played on televisions.

I hit a couple of bars on my third night in Gothenburg. I hadn't been with anyone since that last night in Uppsala with Alma, and although I was exchanging the occasional message with Elin, I'll admit that I was tempted to find a little company for the next couple of nights before I moved on yet again.

The place I eventually entered was rather busy, the music not overly loud and rather catchy. I was standing at the bar, no stools available, just sipping at a drink as I checked out the women, and hell, even a couple of cute guys who I figured might be interested in a night of fun. I wasn't particularly choosy sometimes.

Being approached by a couple, a man and a woman, they were both smiling and asked if I was alone or waiting for someone. Confirming that I was alone, they shared a glance and asked if I was willing to join them at their table. I could sense something immediately as I followed them to a corner booth, finding myself between them. They introduced themselves as Elsa and Anders, and after making a little small talk over the next hour or so, including another round or two of drinks, I was amused when I felt Elsa's hand start to stroke my thigh. What amused me next was when Anders started to do the same to my other thigh.

Glancing either side, Anders cleared his throat. "My wife is rather special," he stated, "She's not like your average Swedish woman."

"How do you mean?" I asked innocently though I'd already figured her out. There was something about her which immediately reminded me of two women in particular.

"We're very open-minded," Elsa replied, ignoring my question for now, "We're quite upfront about our interests and you'd be surprised how many men, and even the occasional woman, would be happy to join us at our place."

"Are you swingers?" I asked.

"Sort of. We sometimes just like to add a third and even a fourth from time to time. What I have to ask is if you swing both ways?" Anders wondered.

I met his blue eyes, smiled, and then I pulled him in and kissed him. I felt him smiling before I turned and then kissed his wife. She was left smiling once I pulled back. "I do swing both ways and I know your wife is transgender," I replied.

Elsa's smile broadened. "How did you figure it out?"

I explained what happened with Elin and Alma, not in expansive terms, just enough to let them know that I'd be comfortable with it. "What about if my husband fucked you?" Elsa wondered.

"I haven't had a dick inside me for a little while. I wouldn't mind at all if I had my lips wrapped around your cock, Elsa."

We stayed for one more drink before we headed out into the early evening air. They lived in the suburbs of Gothenburg, able to get there by tram and then a short walk to their apartment. It was obvious that the pair of them were rather aroused by the time we were inside their apartment as there was no hesitation in heading straight to their large bedroom.

Both were around the same height as me so kissing both of them was easy as we slowly undressed each other. Anders was rather fit while Elsa had a fantastic, toned body on her, with a pair of tits that sat well-proportioned on her chest. I wasn't shy about getting naked as they were though I still felt my eyebrows rise when I saw Elsa's cock for the first time. She wasn't a small woman by any stretch of the imagination while Anders was nice and thick too.

I think that they were amused when I was quickly on my knees, and I thought to prove that I had no problem with men, I had Anders in my mouth first. I hadn't been with many men over the years but never had a problem sucking cock and being the bottom. While I was pleasuring him, I wasn't ignoring Elsa, stroking her off at the same time. I eventually moved to hers, moaning and humming as I wrapped my lips around her cock, now stroking Anders off.

"We like eager men very much," Anders stated, "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight."

Swapping between the pair was a lot of fun, moaning and humming as my head bobbed up and down on each cock on offer. Elsa made some delightful moans which only aroused me further, the married couple standing close to each other so they could kiss at the same time.

"I think we're both going to fuck him tonight," Elsa stated.

I nodded to that statement which made both of them chuckle. I soon just focused on Anders first, making those groans as a man which always aroused me. With his hands on the back of my head, he was soon moving his hips, and I waited for that first spurt of cum. He grunted as he finally unloaded, swallowing down each spurt, waiting until his climax passed before I moved across to his wife, eagerly bobbing up and down on her cock next.

It's fair to say that after my time with Elin and Alma, I was finding myself increasingly attracted to transwomen and considered myself fortunate to have now met a beautiful third. As I bobbed up and down on her cock, Anders moved and I soon felt him behind me, applying some lube to my rosebud before he teased me, rubbing his semi-hard cock between my cheeks.

"He's going to fuck you soon," Elsa stated, "I can't wait to see my husband bury his cock in your arse, Mark."

Anders suggested that moving up onto the bed would be more comfortable for us. Elsa was moved up and rested on her knees while I was on my forearms and knees, wrapping my lips around her cock again though I also teased her, grasping the base and simply running my tongue up and down her thick shaft. I felt Anders continue to lube me with fingers now buried in my arse. That had me moaning more than once as his other hand stroked my back.

"Fuck," I finally groaned, "Been a while since anything was in my arse."

When his fingers disappeared and I felt the head of his cock against me, I glanced back and smiled at him. "Ready?" he asked.

I wiggled my arse against him. "More than ready. Fuck me," I almost demanded.

Groaning as he started to slide his cock inside me, I felt Elsa slap her cock against my cheek though I waited until Anders had buried his thick cock to the base before I resumed sucking her off. Feeling Anders slowly start to fuck me had me moaning constantly around Elsa's cock, though when she grabbed my head and started to gently fuck my face, that's when I climaxed.

"Think he loves your big cock," Elsa stated with humour.

"He's got a lovely tight arse," Anders stated as I felt him leaning forward a little more, "You're going to enjoy fucking him as well."

Anders didn't waste time fucking me harder as Elsa's cock was now deep in my throat. Being pumped from both ends wasn't something that happened very often. Although I'd been with men, I'd only had a threesome twice, and one time I wasn't the one in the middle. Elsa was polite enough to let me know when she was ready to cum, and when she asked if I was willing to swallow hers too, the eager nod made her chuckle.

Her cum was different to Anders though I had no problem swallowing it down, only releasing her cock as I needed to release a loud groan. Anders had now well and truly mounted me, the angle of his cock feeling even better. Lowering my body slightly so that we were more comfortable, I closed my eyes for a moment and simply savoured the feeling.

He must have been incredibly horny as he came a second time not long after, feeling his cock throbbing away in my tight arse as I felt it fill with cum for the first time since I'd left London on my travels. He kept his cock buried for a few minutes as he captured his breath, Elsa still on her knees in front of me, stroking her cock as she'd happily watched her husband fuck me.

"You ready?" she asked me a few minutes later once I was on my back, legs spread and ready for her. Anders lay on his side next to us as I felt Elsa gently slide her cock inside me. Once she was buried, she leaned down and gave me a soft kiss before she started to slowly pump me.

"Fuck, you both feel really fucking good," I admitted, "Been quite a while since I've enjoyed two really good dicks in a night."

"You'll be surprised how many will agree to be fucked by me if they can get with my wife. We've learned that I fuck them first, otherwise they don't get a chance with my wife," Anders stated.

Elsa felt just as wonderful as her husband as she slowly pumped me. She was absolutely gorgeous and, if I was honest, a little jealous that Anders got to call her his wife. I was surprised that she was ever so eager to kiss me all the time, eventually wrapping my legs around her as she seemed to just enjoy being inside me.

"I don't fuck my husband very often," she stated softly, "I'm sure you can understand why I'm so happy being his dutiful little wife in bed."

"He's got a great dick," I stated with humour.

To prove her point, she was still inside my arse when Anders moved, and after getting her nice and ready, he slid inside his wife's arse. The look of pleasure on her face almost had me chuckling as Anders leaned forward enough to grab her shoulders as he started to pump her. She leaned down and kissed me hungrily as her thrusts started to pick up at the same time. My cock was hard again, and I stroked myself.

It was one of the hottest things that I'd been involved in. Anders didn't waste time pumping his wife faster, and as he did that, Elsa really started to fuck me at the same time. Little wonder that I erupted all over myself, something that made Elsa very happy. It was then a race of who would cum next. Feeling Elsa's cock start to throb away had me smiling again as she kissed me softly once her cock was buried. Anders continued to fuck his wife, now mounted over her like he had been with me. When he eventually came inside her, he pulled out and chuckled, admitting that he'd enjoyed three very nice climaxes, but he was bushed for the moment.

Elsa was still quite horny, and after relaxing on the bed with a drink, she was eager to fuck again. I ended up on my forearms and knees again as Anders was eager to just watch me being fucked by his wife. She fucked me hard and fast that second time, and Anders seemed pleased with the action. When she was ready to cum, I spun around quickly and was ready for another load in the mouth, Elsa stroking her cock until she erupted, taking the head in my mouth so I didn't miss a drop.

I wasn't really sure as to the protocol of what happened next. Any other threesome had resulted in at least one person heading off home. Given the size of their bed, I was amused when Elsa insisted that I stay with them and that we could have breakfast the next morning before they would head off to work.

Of course, before breakfast, Anders took the time to fuck me again after we woke up, and after he left a load inside me, Elsa was eager to do the same thing. We then enjoyed a shower together, plenty of laughter as they were ever so eager to thank me profusely for a fantastic night. I assured them that I'd thoroughly enjoyed myself at the same time and was very happy to spend time with such open-minded people.

After breakfast and getting ready to go, Elsa asked how many more nights I would be in the city. When I told them up to three nights, the married couple shared a glance before Anders bluntly asked if I wanted to have more fun before departing.

I was more than happy to agree, and so while I spent the next three days being a tourist in and around Gothenburg, my nights were spent sucking and being fucked by Anders and Elsa. And don't ask me to choose which one I preferred as they both felt wonderful, though as I said above, I would admit to being a little jealous of Anders as Elsa was simply lovely.

"You know, we're going to have trouble finding someone just like you," Elsa stated over breakfast on the morning of my last departure, "We've been rather spoiled these last few nights."

"What about all the young people? They're usually an open-minded bunch nowadays," I suggested.

"Some are, but you'd be surprised how many are happy to be fucked by or are willing to fuck one of us, but not both," Anders replied.

"Most people accept that I'm trans, but that acceptance does sometimes change when it comes to the bedroom," Elsa admitted, "Even gay guys are happy to be fucked by Anders, but although I might have a cock, I'm otherwise a woman and, well, they're not particularly attracted to that. Some guys just like cock. So do some girls too. But finding them isn't always easy."

Although we took each other's details, we were realistic enough to know that we'd likely never see each other again though if I were ever in Gothenburg, there was a standing offer to have more fun with them. Elsa was the last to kiss me, and it was incredibly passionate. I didn't read anything into it. There was no missing that Elsa and Anders were devoted to each other. They simply enjoyed having fun with someone else from time to time. An example of a type of modern marriage.

Continuing my zig-zagging adventure across Sweden, I headed east this time towards Jonkoping before heading south towards a place called Alvesta, changing trains as I was headed towards the small city of Karlskrona. The only reason that I was heading to this perhaps unknown city outside of Sweden was that it had a UNESCO World Heritage Site. I'd visited a few around Europe. Some were quite interesting, others were... Well, I'd be left scratching my head as to why. But if it preserved history then I could only agree it was worth protecting.

It wasn't the biggest city and had no student population compared to other towns and cities that I'd visited before. I didn't plan on spending more than a couple of nights before moving on. I'll admit that I thought I'd lucked in on my second night as I found myself chatting up a rather gorgeous brunette who spoke the usual excellent English. But any idea of taking her home ended when her unmentioned boyfriend joined us.

My last planned stop in Sweden was the city of Malmo, though I also planned a day trip to another city named Lund, which was only a short distance away to the north-east. Admittedly, the city had been centre of media attention for crime, but as a tourist, I knew the chances of being a target was minimal at best. After getting off the train and finding a hotel to stay in for a few nights, I grabbed myself a map and figured out what to do for a few days. Like many other cities, the nightlife was meant to be pretty good though mostly limited to the weekend, and it lacked the student population that I'd mixed with previously.

It was now getting rather cold, particularly in the evenings, glad that I'd packed a good winter coat that could keep me warm on cold Scandinavian nights. As I wandered about in the late afternoon, there was no missing that the city appeared to be relatively multicultural. Hell, it almost reminded me of places in Sydney at times.

My first day in Malmo was spent being the typical tourist, visiting all the major sights and taking lots of photos. I'd learned long ago that it was best to eat a filling lunch as it was usually much cheaper than sitting down for an evening meal. I'd usually just get a snack for dinner before hitting the pubs and bars.

By my third night in Malmo, I knew that I'd made a slight mistake in deciding to stay there. Checking out of my hotel the next morning, I hopped on a train heading back north-east and I was happy to get off at Lund to spend the rest of my time in Sweden in yet another small city full of students. I found a hotel and did my usual thing of taking a room for a couple of nights, and then I'd decide later on how long I'd stay. Having arrived rather early, I knew Lund wasn't particularly large though still grabbed a map from the tourist office and had a little wander about.

The next day was spent simply strolling around and taking in whatever sights the city had to offer. I stopped at a café for a filling lunch and spent the afternoon in a museum as it was warmer than walking around the wind-swept streets.

I was busy drinking a beer in one of the British-themed pubs in the middle of town when I was joined by a woman. "Buy you a drink?" she asked in perfect English.

I'll admit that the offer took me by surprise, turning to look at her. The first thing I noticed were two sparkling blue eyes behind the lenses of her glasses. And I almost started to chuckle to myself as there was already something about her that just made me think 'Am I going four for four in Sweden?'

"I'd love another drink, but what are you drinking?"

"It's been a long day and I'm gasping for a pint. Why don't I buy us a drink, and you join me at a quiet table over there?" she asked, gesturing with her head.

"Sure. I'd love some company."

After purchasing our drinks, I followed her to a table that had a booth to either side. She had me sit down first and she slid into the booth next to me. She hadn't exactly been short, and the heels had only added to her height. We sipped at our drinks before she cleared her throat, turning towards me.

"I'm going to use an English phrase I know well. I'm not going to beat around the bush. I thought you were handsome and wanted to say hello. I'm Annika. I'm forty-four, I'm head of administration at Lund University, I'm transgender, and I'm the sort of woman who loves to take charge. I put all that out quickly as I'm not someone who wants to waste too much time with bullshit."

"I do love how blunt you Swedes can be," I retorted while chuckling to myself.

She smiled at me and seemed to sigh with relief. "Well, you didn't recoil at the most important thing I said, that I'm transgender."

"I'm Mark... And if you want, I'd like to kiss you."

And that's what I did. She kissed me back eagerly, and I was surprised by how right it felt almost straight away. One of her hands ended up on my chest as I shuffled back until I was against the wall. It was one hell of a kiss, Annika grabbing my hand and placing it on her thigh. I let it travel up underneath her skirt, and as she spread her legs, I felt quite the bulge in her panties.

"I'm a big girl," she stated upon breaking the kiss, "How old are you, Mark?"

"Thirty-four."

"And I'm guessing that being with a woman like me doesn't bother you?"

"Well... Actually..."

I told her about Elin, Alma and then my time with Elsa and Anders. I think everything I told her was rather arousing as she ended up kissing me again. I offered to buy another round of beers as I was enjoying her company, and while we got to know each other, there was a lot of making out. My hand ended up underneath her skirt again, this time pulling her panties down enough that I could get to her cock. And I could tell without even seeing it that she was definitely a big girl. It felt incredibly thick and as I slowly stroked it to full length, I could only imagine what it would feel like inside me, as I knew she was going to be the type of woman who wanted to fuck me hard.

"We should go," she murmured into my ear after breaking yet another long make-out session, "Because I'm so fucking horny right now, Mark."

It wasn't too far back to her small apartment. Once the door was locked behind us, she led me towards her bedroom, eagerly disrobing along the way until we were down to our underwear. She had a small pair of breasts and quite the toned body otherwise. She'd admitted that her transition had only started in her early twenties, starting out crossdressing as a teenager before finally admitting that she wanted to be a woman.

She might have wanted that, but the way her eyes drank me in as we took off those final pieces of clothing, I was rather amused when she pushed me onto the bed, resting on my stomach as I waited for what was next. I wasn't sure if I'd get her tongue or some lube. I eventually got the latter, and when I felt her slowly work a digit inside me, I couldn't stop myself from chuckling. I glanced back to see her thick cock wiggling as she smiled at me.

"Told you that I'm a take-charge sort of woman," she stated.

"No complaints from me," I replied.

She didn't take too long until I had three of her fingers buried in my arse. My cock was rock solid as she leaned forward to nuzzle into my neck, feeling her hot breath eventually move up to my ear. "I'm going to fuck you silly tonight, Mark," she breathed, "But tomorrow morning, I'm going to ride your big dick until I explode all over your chest."

Feeling her press the head of her cock against me, I relaxed as the thick head slowly worked its way inside me. Once it was, I sighed as it felt fantastic, Annika taking my hands and holding them against the bed as she slowly buried every inch of her thick cock. Then she started to slowly thrust, and I could only marvel at how fucking wonderful it was.

"Oh fuck yeah," I grunted, "Jesus, you feel fucking fantastic..."

"A nice tight, little arse," she groaned in return, "God, I don't get to fuck enough, Mark."

She didn't waste time fucking me hard and that just made it even better. One of her hands moved up to the back of my neck as I felt her move up onto the bed, changing the angle of her cock and she really started to drive into me. That made me grunt with nearly every thrust, while her moans and groans only turned me on even more.

"Oh Jesus, fuck me," I moaned loudly, "Don't stop, Annika."

She didn't stop. She was a fucking machine that first time. I knew that I was going to be sore the next morning already and I didn't really care. I was going to savour her cock for as long as possible. Those last couple of minutes before she climaxed almost had me wincing. Then she buried her cock and I felt her filling my arse with her cum, surprised at just how much she did. Lowering herself onto my back, she made me chuckle as she continued to slowly thrust even after her climax.

"Wow," she finally stated, "I mean... I hope you're not thinking..."

"Not thinking anything except that was one of the best fucks I can remember, at least when it comes to me receiving," I replied.

Feeling her pull out, I rolled over onto my back and shuffled backwards up the bed until I felt my head hit the pillow. She smiled while crawling on her knees towards me, lowering herself down and we shared one hell of a kiss. My hand moved down to caress her cock and that only caused her to smile even more.

Half an hour later, her cock was back inside me, her hands behind my knees which were almost beside my head, as she slowly pumped me with her big cock. The sight of it sliding in and out of my arse was a massive turn on. And I loved the groans and grunts that she was making as she wasted little time fucking me harder. What really made me smile was when one of her hands ended up wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time with her thrusts and it wasn't long until I came all over my chest.

"Knew you'd cum hard," she joked, "I just knew that you'd love my big cock, Mark."

My legs ended up over her shoulders as I proved to be rather flexible and she was soon utterly nailing my arse. Did it hurt? I won't lie, it wasn't pain-free. But the pleasure far outweighed any pain. I wasn't surprised that she lasted quite a while before she was climaxing inside me again, my legs now spread wide enough that she could kiss me as I felt her filling my arse yet again.

What really made me smile was when she pulled out and lay on her side, wanting to snuggle with me. There were occasional soft kisses as we cuddled as closely as possible, continuing to make small talk as we shared details about our lives. She didn't stop smiling at me and I was left thinking that she hadn't been with a man in quite a while. When I finally asked that question, she confessed that I was her first man in nearly a year.

As we were both still horny, I ended up on my knees again with Annika mounting me immediately. I loved hearing her groans in my ear, hot breath on my neck, and all her rude suggestions as she pumped my arse nice and slow. She also made me chuckle, reminding me that my cock was going inside her the next day. She loved to fuck, but with the right man, she'd happily switch places.

"And given how eager you are right now, I know that you'll love being inside me too," she whispered.

Spooning against me later, I held her in my arms as we talked in whispers. She admitted that all she was hoping for was a little fun while I was in Lund. Asking how long I'd be there, I told her that I wasn't really sure, but I'd be willing to stay for a few days. She turned over before going to sleep and snuggled as closely as possible into me. I caressed her cheek as she gazed at my face. For a moment, her lower lip trembled and I just knew she was incredibly happy.

I woke the next morning to find Annika still fast asleep. I watched her for a little while before she woke up and she immediately smiled at me. I ended up on my back with her lips around my cock though that was only to get me nice and hard before lube was applied and I watched her slowly lower herself down onto my cock.

"Jesus, you're tight," I murmured.

As much as she'd enjoyed fucking me the previous night, the sheer look of delight on her face that morning as she rode me would stay with me forever. Stroking her cock at the same time, she came all over me within minutes before she leaned forward, still rolling her hips as we constantly made out. I eventually rolled her over and started to pump her.

"Oh God, that's good," she cried out, "Fill my arse then I'm going to call into work. We're spending a couple of days together."

"Sounds good to me."

I tried to hold back my orgasm for as long as possible, but when she felt me climaxing inside her, she lowered her head next to mine and that's when I heard the first sniffle. She stopped moving as I held her to my chest.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"My pleasure... Though it makes me a little sad that you might be lonely. Someone so beautiful..."

"I always worry. I'm outwardly confident but... You've been with girls like me already so I'm sure you know..."

"Because you started later, you worry what people will think?" I felt her nod. "Well, I'm here with you now, Annika. And I think you're beautiful."

She snuggled against my chest, turning my head enough to see her smiling at me. We kissed softly before she sighed and was happy to remain exactly where she was. We only got up when we admitted to both being hungry, so after a quick shower and then getting dressed, she was quite happy to make breakfast for us both. Over coffee and a plate full of food, we continued to talk, getting to know each other even better. Knowing that I'd booked a hotel, she asked if I just wanted to stay with her for the next few nights. I agreed, and so before we did anything together, I returned to my hotel and told them I was going to check out.

I eventually spent three further nights in Lund with Annika, and she took time off from work the entire time. Simple things like walking about and just holding her hand seemed to mean the world. I was amused that we couldn't go anywhere without students recognising her, and what I learned very quickly is that she was very popular, and whenever asked who I was, she smiled and suggested that I was just a temporary lover. I received more than one compliment for that.

We made love constantly back at her apartment. Sometimes, she made love to me. Sometimes, I'd make love to her. Most nights saw us switching more than once. She realised very quickly that I loved oral sex, whether giving, receiving or doing it together at the same time. I really loved feeling her cock inside me, and she couldn't get enough of my cock inside her in return.

"I'm sad that you're going, but I'm going to have some incredible memories," she stated softly the night before I was due to depart.

"I'm definitely going to miss you," I admitted.

"The most important thing is that, well, I'm feeling a little better about things. I'm not sure where I got the confidence to approach you the other night. I guess that I'd just been down in the dumps for quite a while, and I just had this notion that talking to you might lead to something like this. Even if it had just been one night of sex..."

"I'm sure there's a man out there for you, Annika. I've always thought that there were plenty of men out there who are very interested in women like you, and not the sort of men who would only use you."

She snuggled tightly into my side. "Might have to be a bit naughty and find myself a much younger man."

I snorted before laughing. "Please, I'm sure there are many young men at the university who would absolutely love to be your boyfriend."

Leaving the next morning was difficult as we'd had such a fantastic time together. She was heading off to work, so I was up early with her, and I walked her to the administration building on campus. After one last long kiss, we wished each other farewell. At least we parted with Annika smiling widely, and I had a feeling she was going to be inundated with questions all day.

I returned to Malmo and then hopped on the train that would take me across the Oresund Bridge, which spanned the width of the Oresund Strait, and onwards towards Copenhagen. I ended up spending a few nights there as Denmark wasn't particularly large, so making Copenhagen my base as I travelled the length and breadth of the country wasn't a major issue.

During my travels, I'd occasionally just turn up at the airport and hope to get a flight. It's amazing how many times I could get a cheap flight onwards to another destination. My plan had been to just get a flight over to London, but as I looked at the departures board, I found myself in a conundrum.

I could continue my travels and perhaps get a flight to Paris, to Madrid, to Berlin or even down south to Rome or Athens. I could get a flight back to London and return to the ordinary life that I lived there. I had my friends though I would have to admit that I didn't particularly miss living there. I'd been on the road for a couple of months by now, was able to keep working, and I was making money without doing anything thanks to my investments.

But there was more than one flight to Stockholm. Even though it had probably been around a month since I'd left, I thought about her every single day, even during my time with Annika. Hell, I even considered getting back on a train and returning to Lund.

My heart was being pulled in more than one direction. And I knew while staring at that departure board that this could be the most important decision of my life.

"Fuck it," I finally whispered to myself.

I walked toward the ticket counter.

*****

Epilogue

"Honey, I'm home!" I heard her call out from the front door. It made me smile at the use of such an English phrase, pulling the lid of my laptop down before wandering out of the second bedroom that we'd turned into an office.

Elin was standing by the front door with the usual smile on her face whenever she saw me. I would always greet her with one hell of a kiss every single afternoon, pulling her into my body as she would always kiss me back as eagerly as I kissed her. She never left the house in the morning without the same kiss being given.

I'd flown from Copenhagen to Stockholm that day. Although I enjoyed my time with Annika, I think we were both realistic that our relationship had mostly been about great sex although I would always remember her fondly. But I was finally honest with myself and admitted that my feelings for Elin had been intense from that first night, and by the time I left Stockholm, I was feeling far more than I let on.

She didn't notice me waiting for her by the front door of her apartment block until she lifted her head from her phone. She nearly dropped it though her keys hit the pavement as I walked towards her. She burst into tears as I simply wrapped my arms around her. She hugged me back just as tightly before asking if I was really there. I answered that by leaving a soft kiss on her lips before my fingers caressed her cheek, using a thumb to dry her tears.

"Before we perhaps try this, I should be honest about..."

She put a finger to my lips. "You're here now, Mark. If you were making other women as happy as you made me, then I could only be happy for them. But you've come back to me, and that's all I care about."

"I had to. I haven't stopped thinking about you the entire time."

"Missed you so much in return. But... How long are you here for now?"

"Maybe we can try for the rest of our lives?"

That made her cry even harder, feeling her clutching at me tightly with her head against my chest. To my amusement, once she'd calmed down, we headed upstairs to her apartment so I could dump my things before she made a series of calls. That's when I met her friends and some of her family as the latter appeared to know quite a lot about me already. There were plenty of questions as I held Elin's hand, finally admitting that I was at Copenhagen Airport and I didn't want to go anywhere else except back to Stockholm.

In bed that night, the lovemaking was incredible. It was only after we finished that I told her briefly what I'd been doing. She thought Alma sounded lovely, was amused by the tale of Elsa and Anders, not surprised by the fact that I'd been with a man as I'd told her all about my love life, while she could hear how much I'd enjoyed my time with Annika and admitted that we had grown close during our brief time together.

"Always wanted to come back here," I admitted, "I'm just not sure how I can stay here permanently."

There was one way that we could do it, and although I did have to leave for a little while due to being an Australian within the Schengen Zone, I returned to Stockholm a couple of months later with a ring and I didn't hesitate in proposing to Elin.

It was a rushed marriage though I don't think Elin really cared. Our wedding was a small, intimate affair with just her family and a few close friends, including a couple that I invited over from London. She was absolutely resplendent in her white dress, smiling the entire time as she walked towards me, through the ceremony and then during our reception.

Life together was nothing short of blissful. As soon as I'd returned to Stockholm, I started learning Swedish although even after living there for five years, everyone would still speak English to me upon hearing my accent. Elin helped me by speaking Swedish at home with me most of the time though English was always mixed in whenever I struggled to find a word.

Elin also knew that I'd kept in touch with those lovers I'd had around Sweden. Alma let me know a year into my marriage to Elin that she was now engaged to a young man and incredibly happy. Elsa and Anders would always make us chuckle as they would keep me up to date with what they were up to. But the best news from Annika barely six months after I'd met her, was that she finally did meet a young man who immediately fell in love with her, and the photos of them together were gorgeous.

"I've been making dinner," I told Elin as I led her into the living room. She was looking as sexy as always, in her blouse, skirt, stockings and heels. She'd taken to wearing glasses, simply because I thought it was sexy, and she simply pulled off the sexy office girl look, "Just meatballs, but I've made them from scratch."

"I just love the fact my husband is willing to cook for me," she replied, smiling widely at me as always.

"Got to look after my beautiful wife."

After we ate and then cleaned up, I ended up on the couch with Elin straddling my lap. I was so deeply in love with her by now that most of my free time was spent with her. Sure, I had made friends and had even taken to playing soccer, but I simply basked in the presence of my beautiful wife. As for Elin, all I wanted to do was make her as happy as she made me. The constant smile suggested that I was doing something right.

We made love nearly every night. Although she knew about my time with Annika, and she admitted that some of my stories had been arousing, she was never interested in doing that. She loved receiving oral sex, but she told me more than once, always with a chuckle, that she was a girl and that was her role in lovemaking. I never complained as I loved making love with her.

Since my return to Stockholm, we'd never spent a night apart. She didn't travel for work although we had travelled together from time to time. She had a little map on her phone and made me laugh by pinning the places where we'd had sex. Let's just say that the map was slowly filling up.

We were one of those couples that set an alarm early simply so we could spend a few minutes snuggling together, and if we were in the mood, we'd enjoy each other intimately. We showered together most mornings, and I loved teasing her constantly. I would make her breakfast while she was getting dressed.

And there was the occasional morning when, at the front door, she would get a little emotional. That last kiss before she left was always a humdinger before I hugged her tightly.

"I love you so much," she whispered.

"I love you, sweetheart. Have a nice day."

"Might have a day off next week just so I can spend all day snuggling with my husband." She leaned back, her face lighting up as always. "Even after five years, I still love calling you that."

"Come on, you've seen my social media. It's full of pictures of my beautiful wife."

"Think you could come into the city for lunch?"

"For you? Anything."

She took a deep breath before one last kiss. "I hate this," she whispered, "Every day, I hate leaving."

"But then I get the thrill of you coming home."

"Best part of the day."

"Have a lovely day. And I'll let you know when I'm on my way in."

One last kiss, we wished each other a good day. Closing the door after she disappeared, I was smiling to myself as I looked forward to seeing her later at lunch before the thrill I had every day when my wife returned home.

Life was good. And it was a wonderful feeling, to be so in love with someone.