I went to ICA Kvantum in London to do some grocery shopping, where I bumped into a whole group of Norwegian girls. One of them was very forward and started talking to me straight away, as we walked among the isles. She was very pretty - blonde, tall and the physique of a dancer. She told me she had a long day and that she was going pole dancing for four hours later. I assumed she had another job during the day then and danced recreationally in the evening, so I asked what she worked with. This triggered a reaction from all the girls of sarcastic hollering and applause, as they were all dancers and to them I had basically said "that's cute, but surely you have a real job". Realising my mistake, I tried to explain how I had perceived "a long day".
Apparently they had, just like me, been on the beach during the day. This made me realise that I still just walked around in a long, over-sized t-shirt and hadn't yet put on my underwear. Neither had she, apparently, and when she realised bits of me were naked she became even more forward, trying to touch me in my private places. We were now at the bed department at IKEA and the two of us hid away under a bed sheet. Her friends didn't notice and she became quite enticed by the prospect, but complained, whispering, that we couldn't "do anything" there, not even with our mouths. We said we would meet up later, as she had work and I had an important dinner to attend with the Sheikh of whatever.
So we parted ways and I was shown to an extended table where various delicacies were being served. They looked foreign and very strange, but the chef was there, explaining what they were and how they were to be enjoyed. She was a large, overweight, seemingly Eastern European woman. I had a few nibbles, but couldn't stop thinking about the Norwegian girl, and after a while I snuck out to find her. I walked past a rock club and found my way into her neighbourhood. She was at her house with the other girl, practising complex routines on some sort of climbing frame - swinging upside down and around. We made a point of not yet knowing each other's names. But it didn't matter. All we wanted was to play and enjoy each other. And so we did.
Apparently they had, just like me, been on the beach during the day. This made me realise that I still just walked around in a long, over-sized t-shirt and hadn't yet put on my underwear. Neither had she, apparently, and when she realised bits of me were naked she became even more forward, trying to touch me in my private places. We were now at the bed department at IKEA and the two of us hid away under a bed sheet. Her friends didn't notice and she became quite enticed by the prospect, but complained, whispering, that we couldn't "do anything" there, not even with our mouths. We said we would meet up later, as she had work and I had an important dinner to attend with the Sheikh of whatever.
So we parted ways and I was shown to an extended table where various delicacies were being served. They looked foreign and very strange, but the chef was there, explaining what they were and how they were to be enjoyed. She was a large, overweight, seemingly Eastern European woman. I had a few nibbles, but couldn't stop thinking about the Norwegian girl, and after a while I snuck out to find her. I walked past a rock club and found my way into her neighbourhood. She was at her house with the other girl, practising complex routines on some sort of climbing frame - swinging upside down and around. We made a point of not yet knowing each other's names. But it didn't matter. All we wanted was to play and enjoy each other. And so we did.
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