The Sexy Stranger Bundle Page 4

  With my hand still holding his, we went over to the small area near the piano and began dancing. As we danced, the piano man increased the pace of his song, making the beat even faster.

  We were the only ones dancing and for a second, it felt a bit awkward. But it must have been clear to everyone how much fun we were having because it wasn’t long before other couples came up and joined us in our fun.

  Tim twirled me around and then pulled me in close. Then he would grab my hand and twirl me again, each time pulling me close immediately after. I was having so much fun being on the dance floor with him and even the way he danced was beginning to turn me on.

  The song ended and the piano man shouted, “Thank you for making that song so much better!”

  Tim and I laughed and then the man started playing a slow song. I was still in the fast dancing mood, though, so I decided to skip that song and head back to the bar.

  “Another drink?” I asked Tim.

  Tim nodded in agreement. “Let’s do it.”

  We stepped back to the bar where the bartender already had two more martinis waiting for us.

  I was getting a serious buzz, but it was the good kind of buzz. I was right on the border where all of my inhibitions were going away, but I didn’t feel sick at all. It was just right and I knew that if I just sipped the next martini, then I would be able to maintain that feeling for a while.

  “Cheers again!” I said, over the soft piano music.

  “This was such a good idea, baby,” Tim said, as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “This place is amazing.”

  A few couples were slow dancing to the soft piano music and I noticed one of the couples begin to kiss.

  How romantic! I thought.

  It was turning into the most perfect night out and I was so happy that we had decided to come. It was icing on the cake on top of all of the amazing skiing that we were getting in.

  Suddenly, I heard the front door of the bar open and close. I casually turned to see who was coming in and I was thrown off by what I saw.

  A beautiful woman, still wearing her ski jacket and snow pants, walked into the bar. Immediately, I noticed heads turn to look. She stood out among everyone in there, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of her chosen attire or because of her obvious beauty. Either way, though, she drew a lot of attention to herself.

  I looked over and noticed Tim giving her a quick once over. I shot him a dirty look, which he noticed immediately. Then he took another sip from his martini and pretended like he didn’t even notice her.

  The woman walked towards the bar where Tim and I were standing. Her black snow pants were very tight and revealed her thin, but toned legs. Her shiny black hair reflected the light in the bar and as she got closer, I noticed that her olive colored skin had a noticeable glow to it. I couldn’t help but to stare. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life.

  I definitely was not a lesbian, but it was hard not to be at least mildly attracted to this woman.

  I leaned against the bar so that I was face to face with Tim. He smiled at me and said, “Do you want to go back to our place?”

  Fuck yes I do, I thought.

  I had become so horny between the dancing and the drinks that my pussy was throbbing underneath my panties. I was so ready to have Tim inside of me and I couldn’t wait to get home.

  Nodding in agreement, I started to say, “Yes, let’s pay for our drinks and get out...”

  My words were cut short when the beautiful woman who had walked in the door stepped up to the bar next to me.

  “By the way everybody is looking at me, you’d think I broke some sort of dress code or something,” she said, as she leaned forward and waved the bartender down.

  Tim and I looked over and since there was nobody on the other side of her, it was clear that she was talking to us.

  Wow, I thought.

  Her skin was perfectly flawless and she looked even more beautiful up close. She had a slight accent when she spoke, but it wasn’t strong enough to clutter up her words like it did with some people. It was definitely clear that she was from around there, though.

  I laughed and said, “Well, maybe they should change the dress code to ski gear. I think it kind of makes sense, since this place is at the bottom of a ski resort.”

  The woman turned towards me immediately and cocked her head to the side. As she raised one of her eyebrows up, she asked, “American?”

  My accent must have given me away.

  “Yes, we are American,” I responded.

  Her smile grew, revealing her bright white teeth.

  “We love our Americans,” she said, her accent growing thicker as she became more excited. “You all are usually very friendly people.”

  “Well, so far, we love everyone in Sweden, too. I’ve never met a group of more positive individuals,” I said.

  I noticed the woman look past me and lock eyes with Tim. There was no arguing that Tim was handsome and I was used to him getting looks from ladies. But this woman was just staring him down as if I wasn’t even there.

  In an attempt to break her view from my husband, I held out my hand and said, “I’m Ashley.”

  She looked back to me and then softly gripped my hand. “I’m Nora!”

  I pointed behind me and said, “This is my husband, Tim.”

  I didn’t want to come across as a total bitch, but I wanted to make it clear that Tim was not on the market.

  Tim reached past me and shook her hand. “Hi, it’s great to meet you, Nora.”

  Nora grabbed the drink that the bartender had placed in front of her and said, “It’s so nice to meet both of you. Skål!”

  She held up her glass, but before I let my martini glass hit hers, I asked, “Skål?”

  Nora giggled and said, “It means, cheers!”

  I blushed a bit at my ignorance. I didn’t know how to speak of word of anything that wasn’t English, but I guess it was about time for me to start.

  “Skål!” I exclaimed, holding my glass up in the air.

  We all clinked glasses and drank. Immediately, Nora ordered us another round. As we drank and chatted with Nora, it became clear that we weren’t going to be going home any time soon. In fact, the night was just started.

  ***

  “Okay, Nora. One more and then we are going to go home to our cabin and go to sleep,” I said, as Nora offered us another round.

  The bartender pushed the final martini in front of me. I wasn’t quite ready to drink it, though, so I said, “Come on, let’s go dance!”

  “Yes!” Nora exclaimed.

  All three of us made our way back in front of the piano and started dancing. As soon as the piano man saw me, he changed the song he was playing to something a little more upbeat.

  Nora grabbed my hands and swung me around. Then she pulled me in close, pressing her hips up against mine. If I hadn’t had a buzz going, I probably would have felt awkward about it.

  I looked over at Tim, who was standing there with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. I could tell that he was just enjoying watching his wife and another beautiful woman dance with each other.

  “Tim, dance with us!” Nora shouted.

  Tim walked up and we started a small dancing circle. Just like the time before, it was only a few seconds before more people joined us in our fun, filling the dance floor.

  We danced through that song and then I said, “Come on, guys. Let’s finish our last drink.”

  I led the way back to the bar with Tim and Nora hot on my heels. As I walked, I could smell Nora’s perfume wafting up from my shirt.

  Wow, we must have been pretty close on the dance floor, I thought.

  Once at the bar, I held up the martini glass and said, “Bottoms up!”

  All three of us slammed our martinis. It hit me almost immediately and I had already forgotten how many I had had.

  Damn martinis, I thought. They get me every time.

  “Okay, Tim,” I sai
d, grabbing Tim’s arms. “You ready to go?”

  I was so horny and all I wanted was to get Tim back to the cabin and have some fun.

  Tim nodded in agreement and said, “Sure, let’s get out of here. It was nice to meet you, Nora.”

  Nora pouted out her bottom lip and said, “You’re leaving? But we were just starting to have fun! Come back to my place and we can hang out. You can meet my husband, too!”

  Husband? I thought.

  “What do you think, babe?” Tim asked. “You want to keep the night going?”

  Keeping the night going sounded fun, but I was so horny. I felt like I was about to explode.

  “I don’t know, Tim,” I said. “I’m kind of ready to go home.”

  Nora placed her hand on my lower back and said, “Just come by for a little bit. It’ll be fun. I live five minutes from here.”

  Tim shrugged his shoulders and looked at me. “I mean, we wanted to learn more about Swedish culture, right? There’s a Swedish lady right here that wants us to come to her house. Seems like we could learn a lot.”

  Tim was right. It was a great opportunity to learn about the locals and their life style.

  “What the hell, why not?” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “Let’s go see your place and meet your husband.”

  ***

  We decided to call a cab to pick us up, since we had all be drinking. The cab ride only took a few minutes, just like Nora had promised.

  As we pulled up to their house, which was more like a mansion, Nora said excitedly, “Yes! It looks like Stefan is home. I was worried he would still be out with his friends.”

  Parked in front of the house was a black BMW, which I assumed was Stefan’s.

  “He’s going to love you guys,” Nora said, as she handed the cab driver some cash. “You’re the most fun American’s we have met.”

  We made our way through the snow and to the front door. Nora swung it open and shouted, “Stefan! I’m home and I met some amazing American friends!”

  The house was warm and there was light from the fireplace, giving the inside a comfortable glow. There was classical music playing in the background and as we stepped inside, I noticed several opened wine bottles sitting on the kitchen counter.

  These people know how to party, I thought.

  We all took off our jackets and hung them on the wall next to the entryway. Nora slipped out of her snow pants right in front of us, revealing her tight grey yoga pants that she had on underneath. Tim glanced down and checked out her ass, but I couldn’t even blame him. It was undeniably nice and round. She was clearly in good shape.

  “Stefan!” Nora called out again.

  I heard some footsteps coming down the stairs as Nora ushered us into the living room.

  “Hello, my sweet!” the man called out.

  He strolled down the stairs and as he walked towards us, I couldn’t help but to stare. He was tall with blonde hair and blue eyes and he looked to be just as muscular as Tim, maybe even more so.

  “Hi, new friends!” he said, as he approached us.

  He was wearing a dark blue shirt with black slacks. The tie he was wearing was undone and hanging around his neck. It looked as though he was just getting undressed when we walked in.

  “Hi!” I said, excitedly. “I’m Ashley, and this is my husband, Tim.”

  He gave me a slow once over. I looked over at Tim, but he didn’t even seem to notice. Either that, or he was a little too drunk to care.

  “I’m Stefan,” he said, in a low and sexy voice. “It is so nice to meet you guys.”

  He shook both of our hands and then said, “I was just about to go to bed, but now I’m ready to stay up and keep the night going. I’ll pour us some wine.”

  Stefan slipped to the kitchen and when he came back, he had wine for all four of us. I noticed he had removed his tie and had undone the top few buttons of his shirt.

  “Please, sit down,” he said.

  Tim and I sat on one of the brown leather couches that were in front of the fireplace. Nora and Stefan sat on the other one, directly in front of us.

  “Aren’t they beautiful?” Nora asked Stefan. “I’ve never seen such good looking Americans!”

  I blushed as I sipped my wine.

  “Well, thank you,” I responded. “You guys are very beautiful also.”

  I didn’t know if casually throwing around the word “beautiful” was a common greeting in Sweden, but I had to assume that it was.

  My pussy was still throbbing underneath my short dress, begging to be fucked. I had wished we had just gone home so that Tim would have been able to satisfy me.

  “So, tell us about yourselves,” Tim said.

  Stefan eagerly sat forward, bringing himself to the edge of the couch.

  “Okay,” he said, “Well, we both grew up about two hours from here. We moved here so that we could ski every day, and we love that we made that decision. All we do is ski and meet new people. Life couldn’t be much better.”

  Stefan was gorgeous and as I sat across from him, I couldn’t help but stare into his deep blue eyes. There was something about the way that he spoke and the tone in his voice. It was romantic and sexual and I felt my pussy begin to throb even harder just listening to him speak.

  “That’s great!” Tim said, as he put his arm around me. “Well, we are happy we went out tonight and met Nora. Your wife is a very fun lady.”

  Stefan looked over to Nora and then kissed her on the cheek.

  “That’s why I love her,” he said.

  Then he held up his glass and said, “Here’s to new friends.”

  “Cheers,” I said. “Or should I say, Skål?”

  Stefan laughed and as he did, I noticed his eyes move down my body toward my crossed legs. Then he took a sip from his wine.

  “Let’s play a game,” he said, as he reached into the drawer on the coffee table, pulling out some playing cards.

  “Ooohhh, that sounds fun!” I said, as I uncrossed my legs and sat up excitedly.

  I realized that when I had uncrossed my legs, I had flashed my underwear at both Nora and Stefan. They both caught a glimpse, but didn’t say a word.

  “What are we going to play?” I asked, as I swirled the wine in my glass.

  Stefan shuffled the cards and said, “I was thinking poker, but I don’t have any chips. So...strip poker, just to make it interesting?”

  Normally, I would have laughed and turned down the offer. But I was drunk and had no inhibitions left. I looked over at Tim, who just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

  “Hell yeah, let’s play!” I said.

  Admittedly, it did feel a bit weird that we were about to play strip poker with some strangers. It reminded me of college, but whatever, we were on vacation and having fun.

  Stefan dealt out the cards and said, “Okay. Let’s do this!”

  ***

  Two glasses of wine and ten hands of poker later and we were all in our underwear. Nora and I had our bras off and were both sitting on the couch in just our panties.

  I had my hands covering my nipples, but Nora didn’t seem too concerned about covering herself up. She was leaving her breasts exposed to everyone and had no qualms with the fact that Tim and I couldn’t quit looking her over.

  Stefan was in his boxer/briefs. His ripped abs and chest were perfectly tanned and his tight underwear left very little to the imagination. The outline of his large package was easily visible and seeing it made my juices begin to flow.

  I was usually very self-conscious about my body, but the combination of the booze and how comfortable I felt around Stefan and Nora made me okay with being practically naked in front of them.

  “Well, now what?” I asked. “We are all almost naked.”

  Stefan shuffled the cards again and said, “One more hand. The first person who is completely naked loses.”

  I looked over at Tim who was casually gazing at Nora. She was looking back at him and for some reason the situation wasn’t making me a
ngry at all. In fact, it was actually turning me on.

  As Stefan dealt the cards out, I noticed him look up at me. His gaze slowly moved down my body and stopped at my breasts. I smiled and when he finally looked back up to my face, he smiled back. The flirtation between all of us was thick in the air.

  I held my cards up to my face.

  Shit, I thought.

  It was a horrible hand and I could tell by the excitement on everyone else’s face that they had good cards.

  “It’s the last hand,” Tim said. “Everyone just show your cards.”

  We all flopped our cards face up on the table. It was clear that I had lost.

  “Uh oh, honey,” Tim said, jokingly. “Looks like those little panties have to come off.”

  He licked his lips and I could tell that he was getting turned on as he anticipated seeing me naked.

  I began to blush a bit as I stood up from the couch. Tim, Nora and Stefan all looked at me intently. I grabbed the waist of my panties and slowly slid them down to my knees.

  “It sucks to lose at strip poker,” I said, as my panties fell past my knees and to my ankles.

  Standing there in the middle of the living room naked actually made me feel more powerful than it did insecure. The glow from the fireplace covered my body in orange light and accentuated my slight curves. My perky breasts and freshly shaved pussy were there for everyone to see and it seemed as though they were enjoying the view.

  I saw a bulge begin to grow in both Stefan’s and Tim’s underwear and Nora immediately brought her hand over her breast and lightly pinched her nipple.

  “Wow,” Stefan said. “You are one lucky man, Tim.”

  Tim nodded silently in agreement as he motioned me to come over to him. I walked over to where Tim was sitting and I stood in front of him, facing him completely. This left my backside exposed for Stefan and Nora, but at that point, I didn’t really mind. I wanted them to look at me.

  Tim placed his hands on my legs and pulled me on top of him.

  “Kiss me,” he said.

  I leaned forward, causing my flower to open in front of the Swedish strangers on the other couch. Then I kissed Tim, letting my tongue slid into his mouth momentarily.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, into the passionate kiss.