Stockholm 🤍 2.7.4

In which she gets levitating

I have a choice to watch the show from a VIP room in back, or a box high in the back of the arena, which is a soccer stadium when it’s not playing host to concerts. I split my time between the two, though the time it takes to get from one to the other makes me avoid a repeat. I enjoy some of Ava’s music, the big singles mostly, but otherwise it’s not my style. She puts on a great show and I am amazed by the frenzy displayed by some of the fans.

At the after party, I see no one I recognize, which is hardly a surprise. There are undoubtedly people here not from Sweden, where I know no one, but I can’t tell who’s who at a glance. Ava is of course the VIP of the hour, and while I could probably follow her around without anyone caring, I’ve never been much of a follower. This isn’t a scenario in which she’s introducing me to people, and I begin to think I should have just gone home. The only way to entertain myself here would be to try and bang one of these super-hot Scandinavian girls, but the nature of my visit to make Ava feel better makes me feel like I probably ought not to.

I am therefore sitting alone in the VIP lounge in a Swedish nightclub probably looking as out of my element as I feel when someone speaks from behind me.

“Are you American?”

I turn and the woman sits down next to me on the couch.

“Gia,” she says, offering me her hand in a little overhand four finger clasp.

“Jack,” I reply before this settles in. “Yeah, I am.”

She smiles. Her black hair is highlighted in a deep red to match her full lips, and her leather ensemble is designed to draw out those colors as well as highlight her incredibly fit figure. “I thought so,” she says in her rich British accent.

Before you get rolling, why don’t you get this out of the way? 😉

The music is loud here, but not so loud that we have to shout. It forces us to sit close, inside of each other’s bubbles of personal space.

I smile back. “What gave me away?”

“Your clothes and your discomfort,” she says, not unkindly, and I laugh.

“Definitely guilty on all counts.”

“Is it clubs you don’t fancy, or parties?” she asks.

“Yes,” I answer, and she smiles.

I glance around and see that Ava has slipped away someplace else.

“Are you Ava’s new fucktoy?”

I open my mouth to object, and then shrug. “You could probably make a case for that.”

“No second chances with someone like her. Easy to date, tough to lock down,” Gia says.

“Oh, I have a girlfriend,” I say, before I can overthink an answer.

Gia leans back and gives me an appraising look. “Now, that doesn’t peg you an American.”

“No?”

She shakes her head, smiling. “No. You’re all usually hung up on propriety and appearances. Sexually repressed.”

I nod slightly while looking down over the dance floor below us. “It’s certainly less that way here.” There are some very intimate dances going on between couples down there.

“Does your girlfriend know you’re here?”

I look back to Gia and nod. “We don’t hide anything from each other. And sexual repression is not...” I chuckle. “That’s not really on the menu for us.”

“Interesting,” she says. “A flexible worldview?”

I nod.

“How flexible?” she asks, leaning over and placing a hand on my knee.

I glance around, still not seeing Ava in view. Gia watches this.

“Darling,” I say expansively, “my worldview is positively gymnastic.”

“Yet you check for your mistress first.”

“She is... complicated,” I say. “I’d rather not hurt her feelings on this particular day.”

Gia looks at me for a long moment. “A man who can think with more than his prick.”

I look at her with a rueful smile. “For better and worse.”

She withdraws her hand from my knee.

“Maybe next time I meet you in a Swedish nightclub,” I say.

“No second chances with me, either,” she says without a trace of vindictiveness, rising to her feet.

I watch her go with regret, a feeling which grows as I watch her walk away from behind. The leather pants hug her incredible ass as she strolls out and away, and I blink and look more closely. Is that a zipper on the back of her pants? I sit for a moment. Ava still isn’t here. I’m either going to head back to the hotel room or go after Gia, and really, why wouldn’t I do that? To avoid offending Ava? It’s true that I’m here to help her, and it’s true that I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but I owe her no more fidelity than I owe Charlotte.

I stand and walk after Gia, making it out of the VIP section just in time to see her slip into the women’s restroom. I grimace. I’ve avoided hookups in public restrooms with great success until now. I hesitate for a moment before pushing through the door and stepping inside.

Gia is leaning over a sink, looking into the mirror and touching up an imperceptible imperfection in her makeup. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror without changing expression. I casually check for feet under stall doors, but most stand open and all seem to be unoccupied.

“Oh, we have the room to ourselves,” she says.

“Does this count as a second chance, or am I under the wire for the first chance?” I ask.

The corners of her luscious lips twitch.

“Lock the door, you tosser,” she says.

I lock the door and take a couple of steps toward her. She walks to meet me, a couple of inches taller in her heels, rising to maybe five foot ten, nearly my chin. She stops and looks up at me with her dark brown eyes.

“Is it true what they say about tall men?” she asks.

“Let’s fuck around and find out,” I say. She grins.

I lean in to kiss her and she kisses me, pressing her full lips into mine. She tastes like roses, wild roses, and when she bites my lower lip a familiar line about roses and thorns floats through my head. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me, pressing her belly to my stiffening cock. The kiss becomes fierce, hot, and as she licks her tongue across my lips I feel a surge of energy through my body. Gia jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist.

I grab her ass, as much to support her as to satisfy my desires, and she moans into my mouth. I unzip her pants from the back and slide my fingers into the cleft between her legs and find nothing but smooth skin and wetness around her pussy. I trace a finger gently between her nether lips while I meet her tongue with my own and she gasps.

“Get that American cock inside me,” she whispers.

“Hold on tight,” I say, and she tightens her grip around my shoulders with her arms as I shift awkwardly to unzip my fly and get my cock out of my pants. I pull her hips slightly away and press my cock into her pussy, which is so wet that I slide inside without trouble.

“Oh, fuck,” Gia says in her sexy accent.

My cock fills her up, and I relish the feeling of being sleeved in hot, new flesh for a moment before I begin to bounce her against me. I grip her ass tightly in both hands and use my arms to pull her up away from me before thrusting my hips forward slightly and dropping her onto my cock. From the first, she moans loudly and her kisses become hungrier and more aggressive. There’s really nothing she can do except tighten her legs around my waist on the downstrokes, so she does, but otherwise she’s at my mercy. She is speared on my cock and her world is our union, and after a few slow-paced strokes I begin to fuck her.

I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror, both nearly fully clothed still, and only her ass hanging out above the fluttering flaps of her unzipped pants give it away. I can barely see the bottom of my cock when it’s not inside her, protruding from my fly like a fleshy tree branch. I slap her ass and squeeze it, pulling her cheeks apart as I thrust my hips upward, impaling her on my cock over and over again.

Gia drops her forehead to my shoulder, panting and moaning loudly, trying her best to grind her clit against my pubic bone through her pants and mine. “Harder,” she moans, “deeper, baby.”

I turn around and push her up against the wall. The leverage helps me go both faster and deeper, and I am breathing hard by now with the exertion. Her hot pussy feels amazing on my cock, and as I lean forward and push up with every stroke, I have a better view of her face now. Her head is back and up against the wall, and the expressions on her face are beautiful and full of pleasure. I kiss her mouth and she is unable to do more than allow it, moaning and whimpering until I feel her tighten her arms, legs and pussy and convulse against me, rolling her hips and crying out.

I shift my grip from her ass to her thighs, transferring her weight to my hips as I fuck her and use her legs as handles. Her build is a dancer’s build, and her muscles are firm and tight so she has no trouble holding herself up partially with her arms and her stomach, too. I feel sweat all over my body, uncomfortable in my slacks and long-sleeve shirt but pushed far to the outer edge of my awareness in this moment. She’s looking into me with her deep brown eyes and biting her lower lip, brows drawn together with concentration, and I’ve rarely seen such a beautiful, sexy sight in my life.

“Give it to me,” she whispers. “Give me all you have.”

I grunt, pinning her in place and shuttling my cock in and out of her as fast as I can to finish myself off. It works, and I burst inside her, straining up on my tiptoes to pump her full of my seed. She moans louder than ever and cums again on my cock as I give her all I’ve got at the same time.

“Oh Gia,” I say, my forehead on her breastbone. “Holy shit.”

“Fuck, baby,” she says. “This is… holy fucking shit is right. I want this every night!”

“I’ll give you my number,” I say. “Next time you’re stateside we should do this again. Hey,” I say, “look! You’re levitating!”

She looks down at my cock sticking out of her pussy and her legs around my waist and giggles in spite of herself. “So corny!” she says. But she smiles.

I pull my dripping cock out of her and set her down. She drops to her knees and immediately takes my cock into her mouth, slurping our combined juices off and cleaning me up.

“Oh shit,” I groan. My cock is still hard but very sensitive from cumming only moments ago.

“You taste fucking good, baby,” she moans, looking up at me and wrapping her luscious lips around my shaft.

“You look fucking good, too,” I say. “With or without my dick in your mouth.”

“Mmmf,” she says. “I wish we had time for more.”

“Maybe next time we meet in a Swedish night club,” I say with a half-smile.

She smiles with her eyes as she bobs her head quickly on my cock, sucking with purpose now, stroking with one hand and fondling my balls with the other.

“Whoa,” I say, because I feel a sudden welling within me.

I see her eyes flash with desire and she goes even faster. I’ve heard of daisy-chaining orgasms but never experienced it myself. Usually cumming makes me last longer, but this all-out assault so soon after, before recovery, feels like it’s making me skip the line.

“Oh fuck, Gia! I’m gonna—oh—oh!”

I am so caught off guard by this experience that I buck my hips forward, hard, right as my cock explodes. I cum down her throat a bit, making her cough, but she takes my cum in her mouth nonetheless, eyes watering and hand flying up and down my shaft. My knees buckle as my cock flexes in between those gorgeous lips, and she swirls her tongue around the tip of my dick as cum shoots into her mouth. She doesn’t let a drop escape, swallowing it down without breaking eye contact.

“Oh fuck,” I say. “I didn’t know I could do that!”

“Not everyone can,” she says, licking my cockhead. “Something told me you could.” She sucks my cockhead one last time, kissing the tip before rising to her feet.

“I’ll take that number,” she says, walking to her clutch on the counter and handing me her phone.

“Fuck yeah,” I say. “Text me so I have yours. Damn, girl.”

She zips up the ass of her pants, something I’ve never seen before, and then winks at me as she walks past. “Might want to tuck that monster away.”

I stuff my cock back into my pants as she unlocks the door and heads back out into the club. I wait a few seconds and then follow, making my way to the men’s room for a breather and to splash some water on my face.

Looking myself in the mirror, I grin and shake my head. “Holy shit,” I murmur, and head back out to find Ava.

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Ready for takeoff? Because I’m out of this world…

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