A Cycling Odyssey Ch. 01

"Well OK. Let's take it slow though."

"Let's get going then."

We left the restaurant. Inga's home was in a block overlooking the canal and parliament buildings. Inga entered first and called out "Mikkel, we have a guest!"

Mikkel came into the hallway. He gave Inga a big kiss on her lips. "Mikkel, this is Paul." We shook hands.

"Welcome!" He looked questioningly at Inga.

"Paul is from Canada. We met at Illum."

"Oh!" Mikkel's eyebrows raised. He kept looking at her. Inga nodded and smiled.

Mikkel turned to me "Come in Paul. Would you like a beer? I was just pouring one for myself."

"Yes. That would be nice."

"Come with me then."

"I'll just get changed and get supper ready" Inga called out as we went into the kitchen.

We walked through a large room with high ceilings and ornate white mouldings. The furniture throughout was modern. As we made it into the kitchen Mikkel asked "So what brings you to Denmark."

"I'm going to bike from Skagen back to Copenhagen. I leave on the train for Skagen tomorrow morning."

"That's quite a trip." Mikkel led me into the living room where we sat down on black leather furniture and continued talking.

The conversation eventually swung around to Inga. "You have a beautiful wife" I declared.

"Yes, I know. I'm a lucky man. She can be quite...a flirt at times...as you probably found out today. I enjoy that side of her." Mikkel smiled and sat back in his chair.

I suddenly remembered. "I understand it's your birthday today. Happy birthday!"

"Why thank you!"

"And Karen also asked us to pass on her best wishes."

"Karen?"

"Yes, Karen. At L'Agent Provocateur."

"Oh Karen!" said Mikkel his eyes lighting up. "You were...".

At that point, Inga entered the room. My back was to her but I could see Mikkel quickly sit up in his chair with a big smile. "What a lovely set Inga!" he bellowed.

I turned around to see Inga in the lingerie she had purchased. She had put on a beautiful shade of lipstick to match. Her eyelids were a smoky colour. She looked ravishing. "Ready for supper?" she asked winking at Mikkel.

"Why yes. Perfect timing!" Mikkel said as he rose and walked into the dining room. "Paul, you can sit here" he said pulling out a chair. Mikkel sat down across the table from me. Inga returned with the open faced sandwiches from the restaurant. We both watched Inga as she walked back to the kitchen. I noticed she was wearing higher heels than she did when in town. She smiled and winked at me as she bent over behind Mikkel to place beer on the table. Her large breasts seemed ready to pop out of the bra at any time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mikkel gesturing and his lips moving.

"Pardon?" I asked.

"Would you like another beer?"

"Oh, that would be nice. Thank you."

Inga poured a glass of snaps for us all before sitting down beside me. She raised her glass and turned to me "Well, let's both wish Mikkel a happy birthday. I think he's enjoyed his first present."

"If you mean what you're wearing, you're quite right!" said Mikkel with a big smile. "Did you choose it Inga or did Karen?"

"Actually, it was Paul!"

"Oh...Paul!" said Mikkel startled. "You must have enjoyed yourself! Did Karen manage to keep her hands off Inga?" Mikkel asked looking at me with a smirk.

"Oh Mikkel! Karen is just a very lovely young woman."

"Come on Inga!" said Mikkel smiling. "You enjoy Karen's company very much. Didn't you notice Paul?"

"As a matter of fact, I did."

Inga was red-faced. Suddenly, I felt her hand massaging my thigh. "How?" she asked.

"Well, her fingers seemed to linger on your skin more than I would have thought... necessary." I could see Mikkel chuckling to himself. We were both enjoying watching Inga blush profusely.

"She couldn't help but touch me. She helped me on with this skimpy clothing!" Inga leaned back in her chair, threw back her arms and thrust her breasts forward. "There's little to hold on to...the bra, I mean." Inga spluttered squeezing my swollen shaft below the table. Trying to change the topic, she began "Unlike..."

"But the way she cupped your breasts Inga..." I said interrupting her.

"She was arranging...er...placing my breasts..." Inga took a deep breath. "I mean she was simply helping me put on my bra." We all broke out into laughter.

Inga continued to massage my thigh gently as we talked. By now, my cock had almost fully hardened inside my tight pants. She began to run her finger along its length and squeeze the tip repeatedly. A wet spot was beginning to show on my jeans.

"Well Paul, you've...had quite a day!" said Mikkel. "And, if I'm not mistaken, it seems to me that both you and Inga had a good time." Mikkel reached for his snaps glass. "A skaal to women! How we enjoy them!"

"And annoy them!" added Inga feigning a frown.

We all clinked our glasses together and drank.

Inga set down her glass. Underneath the table, she continued playing with me. She managed to pull my zipper down as we talked about walking through the side streets. While talking about our lunch at the restaurant, her fingers wrapped around my cock and pulled it free. She began squeezing my knob gently and spreading the leakage over my crown. It was becoming harder for me not to show any reaction to her touch.

"Mikkel, I have another present to show you...if you would like." Turning to me and then looking back to Mikkel, Inga asked "Would you like to watch Paul fuck me?"

I looked anxiously over at Mikkel. He calmly took a sip of his beer. He was trying not to show any reaction but was obviously excited. "You know how we've fantasized about that Inga. I'd enjoy that very much!" Mikkel looked questioningly at me and back at Inga. There was a long silence.

Inga rose. My eyes followed her. I looked back at Mikkel who simply nodded a few times and smiled. Inga took my hand. As I stood, my stiff cock came in to Mikkel's view.

"You've been busy Inga!" Mikkel exclaimed chuckling to himself.

Inga ignored Mikkel's quip as she turned my chair to face her. She bent down placing her hands on its arms. Turning her head around to face me, she mouthed "Fuck me Paul!"

It had happened so quickly. Inga's round ass suddenly beckoned. I could see her breasts hanging between her outstretched arms. They were beginning to fall out of her bra. My cock was like an iron rod. I placed a hand on her ass and she widened her stance arching her back more. I pulled her panties to the side to gain entrance. Her long cunt lips now dangled freely between her legs. I placed my cock between them and began sliding it back and forth amidst her juices. I could hear Inga moan. Instinctively - animal like - her ass arched even more inviting me to penetrate her. I held back fearing I would come the moment I entered.

Inga's breathing quickened. I took my cock in hand and lowered myself to get the right angle. I inserted my cock slowly into her cunt. I felt a shudder ripple over her body. She exhaled loudly as I slipped deeper inside. I saw her struggle to remove a bra strap from her shoulder and pull her right breast out of the cup of her bra. She glared at Mikkel while she played with her tit and tugged on her nipple. I reached for her other exposed breast that was swinging in sync with my thrusts. Her cunt clamped down tightly around my shaft. I slowly slid my cock back and forth inside her. My hands gripped her hips tighter trying desperately not to come yet.

The room was silent except for Inga's heavy breathing and the suction sound of my cock moving back and forth inside her cunt. It was that sound and the feel of Inga's firm heavy breast that caused me to explode inside her. At the same time, Inga's body began to writhe. She orgasmed noisily as I shot my third load into her. I collapsed down on her back. I felt her body still shaking in my arms as she remained on the spit of my cock.

The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Inga remained bent over the chair. My cock made a popping sound as I withdrew from her hole. Inga stood proudly and faced Mikkel. I could see my cum running down the inside of her thighs. In a slow motion fashion, she wiped the cum from her cunt with three of her fingers and brought them to her mouth. Glaring at Mikkel she licked them clean, swallowed and smiled. "Did you like that as much as I did Mikkel?"

"Yes!" Mikkel said mesmerized.

Inga turned toward me and began to wipe my shaft with a serviette. "You don't want to get your pants stained Paul" she explained as she undid my belt and helped me slip off my pants and underwear.

Inga drew in a deep breath and said "Well then...should we have some dessert?"

"Yes, that would be nice" said Mikkel.

Inga began collecting the plates. I rose to help but Inga told me to just sit and relax. Reflecting on this, I realize now how ridiculous I would have looked given that Inga had stripped me. As Inga walked from the dining room to the kitchen, Mikkel and I both could see my cum dripping from her cunt. It sparkled on the inside of her legs.

"Would you like coffee or tea Paul" Inga asked.

"Coffee please!" I answered.

Inga called out from the kitchen suggesting that we have some cognac with the dessert. "Good idea Inga! I can arrange that!" Mikkel said as he got up from the table.

Mikkel returned with a bottle and some glasses just as Inga began to pour coffee. While pouring my cup, she deliberately rubbed her breast against my cheek. I caressed her ass and tugged on her cunt lips startling her just as she finished pouring. She looked at me and smiled.

Inga came back with some marzipan cookies and sat down with us at the table. We talked about my bike trip and some suggestions about what to see. The cognac and coffee was warming and I began to feel Inga's hand on my thigh again. I looked over at her. She smiled. My cock began to rise.

"I forgot the cream!" Inga said.

"That's fine, I take my coffee black."

"Oh but I need cream Paul" said Inga as she rose from her chair. She placed her chair on an angle. "Stand up and put your leg here" she said pointing to the seat of the chair. I didn't understand what was going on. Mikkel sat back in his chair looking amused.

Inga knelt down in front of me. "Let me milk you." She began lightly stroking my cock with the tips of her fingers. She glanced over at Mikkel and, once she locked eyes, began licking my shaft as she continued to look at him. She kissed my knob and wrapped her lips lightly around it. She reached up to the table and took a sip of her coffee.

Locking back on to my tip, she slowly swallowed me until her nose was up against my pubic hairs. The warmth of her mouth from the coffee swelled my shaft even more. She began to gag and then slowly withdrew. Her lips clamped down harder over my shaft and she swallowed me repeatedly. Every so often, her one hand would cup my balls and squeeze gently. She would occasionally pull her mouth away from my cock and allow her saliva to drip freely in strands down on to her breasts.

Before sliding full her lips down my shaft again, she licked it while staring at Mikkel. She then spit on my cock and swallowed. She repeated this action each time gagging when my cock reached the back of her throat. She then held my cock tightly at its base and started slapping it against her lips. She repeatedly wrapped her lips tightly around my knob and pulled back making a popping sound. After about a minute, she opened her mouth wide and placed the tip of my cock on her lower lip while she moved her hand up and down my shaft. I began to breathe heavily.

"Inga, I'm going to..." Suddenly, I erupted in her mouth. My second shot splashed on to her cheek. She continued to work my cock redirecting my ejaculations into her mouth as she looked over at Mikkel. Having emptied me, she looked up and smiled. I slumped exhausted.

Inga turned to Mikkel. My cum was dripping from her chin and running down her cheek. She opened her mouth wide to show him the cum she had saved on her tongue then swallowed while glaring at him intently. She wiped her mouth and face with her hand and began licking her fingers slowly.

She looked up at me. "Let me clean you up" she said. She swallowed me again gently wiping her tongue over my cock as she went deeper. She repeated this several times.

Inga then took my balls in one hand and started licking my cock. She turned to Mikkel as she gently squeezed my balls and traced my cock with her index finger. "Doesn't Paul have a lovely straight cock Mikkel? So nice and thick!" Mikkel nodded and smiled.

Inga started to rise. I helped her up. I went to wipe my cum from her face but she turned away. She sat down with her hands clasped on the table and looked over at Mikkel smiling. "Have you enjoyed your birthday...so far Mikkel?" she asked as my cum dripped down from her face.

"I'll say! And I think you have too Inga!"

There was some silence as the two looked passionately into each other's eyes. I decided it was time for me to go. "Well, I had better get going. My train leaves early tomorrow morning" I said.

I stood up to put my pants and shoes back on. As Inga and Mikkel walked me to the door, I couldn't help but notice the big bulge in Mikkel's pants and the wet stain on his crotch. Inga was lovingly squeezing his shaft. At the doorway, I turned to Inga. We kissed passionately - our tongues darted over each other. Inga placed her hand on the back of my head and pressed me tightly against her face. I could taste my cum in her mouth. We broke our embrace.

Mikkel and I shook hands. "Good evening and I trust that you'll enjoy the rest of the evening" I said looking at them both.

"We will! Thank you" said Mikkel.

The door closed behind me and I walked out into the late evening. It was still light. The city was quieter now. I walked along the canal and turned left toward my hotel in Nyhavn.

I was up early next morning and rode my bike to the train station. As I passed the parliament buildings, I saw Inga and Mikkel on the other side of the canal walking hand in hand. When they reached the intersection, Inga looked up at Mikkel. They kissed. Inga put her hand on Mikkel's cheek and they kissed again. Inga mounted her bike and started to ride off. She turned around to wave at Mikkel who blew her a kiss in return. She reached out with her hand and caught it.