Yesterday marked my 28th birthday, and as I sat in the hotel bar of a small city in northern Sweden, it dawned on me that this had become my routine for the past three years.

Working for a large company based in Copenhagen, I constantly travelled to meet with clients throughout Scandinavia.

Hotel after hotel, week after week, I had tallied over 100 nights spent away from home.

Amidst all this, I had lost touch with my social life. The constant movement and lack of stability made it impossible to maintain any romantic relationships. As much as I longed for a significant other, I couldn’t help but realize that my lifestyle would never allow it.

So tonight, again, I was sitting in the corner in another hotel bar. In the bar, only two other couples and I were there.

A woman walked in by herself with short and long blond hair. She was a little chubby, but her face was beautiful. As expected, she sat down at the other end of the bar.

Typical Swedes, I thought. They are so afraid to make contact with others. “Well, you sit over there by yourself, and I’ll sit over here by myself,” I muttered.

But this woman was different. Suddenly, she stood up and walked towards me with her glass of wine. “Hello, my name is Annika. Can I join you?”

Surprised, I presented myself. “Hi, Carsten, why are you here by yourself in this hotel”… “Work like me.”

“I have been to a job interview”,… “And it is too late to take the train home”… “So now I have a night here alone.”

“What a life we both”, she said, smiling.

Annika was nice, so nice that I lost time, and suddenly, the bartender came over to us and told us that it was time to leave. Annika looked straight at me, “Why don’t we go to my room? I have a bottle of wine we can share” I said yes directly; it was a long time ago, and I had a pleasant time.

I sat on the sofa in Annika’s room while she opened the bottle and filled two glasses. She walked over smiling “here you go” and sat down just beside me, in the quite big sofa.

We were sitting and talking all the time, her legs against mine,

and I began to feel aroused, it had been a long time since I had have sex, and the more I looked at Annika, the more I realised how beautiful she was.

Suddenly, Annika looked me straight in the eyes. “Do you have anyone waiting for you at home?” Little suprised of her question I answered “no, and you?”

Annika nodded a no, licked her lips and moved her face closer to me. When she was close, I also leaned over, and we met for a kiss.

At first, it was a bit gentle, but it didn’t take long before Annika’s tongue swirled inside my mouth.

Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of wine. As our kiss deepened, I felt a surge of excitement course through my body. It had been so long since I’d experienced this intimate connection.

Annika’s hand found its way to my thigh, her touch sending shivers up my spine. I ran my fingers through her silky blonde hair, drawing her closer. The kiss became more passionate and urgent as months of loneliness and pent-up desire rushed to the surface.

We broke apart, both slightly breathless. Annika’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with desire and mischief. “I think we both needed that,” she said with a playful smile.

I nodded, unable to find words. My heart was racing, and I felt almost dizzy with anticipation. Annika stood up slowly, “shall we go to the bed room?” she asked.

Without hesitation, I stood up and followed Annika to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Annika turned to face me, her eyes filled with desire.

She reached for the buttons of my shirt, her fingers working deftly to undo them. I shivered as her hands brushed against my bare skin. Once my shirt was off, I pulled her close, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss.

We fell onto the bed together, tangled limbs and half-removed clothing. Annika’s skin was soft and warm beneath my touch. I trailed kisses down her neck, revelling in the small gasps and sighs that escaped her lips.

As we explored each other’s bodies, I felt a connection I hadn’t experienced in years. It wasn’t just physical attraction – there was a spark of something.

I got off the bra and saw a pair of breasts, with tiny pink stock breast farm with darker, small nipples. I leaned over and took one of her nipples gently in my mouth.

As I gently sucked and teased Annika’s nipple with my tongue, I felt it harden and heard her let out a soft moan. Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me closer. I lavished attention on both breasts, alternating between them, relishing the way her body responded to my touch.

Annika’s hands roamed over my back, her nails lightly scratching my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine. She hooked her leg around my waist, pulling our bodies flush against each other.

Slowly, I kissed my way down her soft stomach, pausing at the waistband of her skirt. I looked up, seeking permission in her eyes. Annika nodded, lifting her hips to help me as I slide off her.

As I slipped off Annika’s trousers, I was struck by the softness of her skin and the gentle curves. Her lacy underwear revealed just enough to heighten my anticipation. I placed light kisses along her inner thighs, savouring her scent and the way she trembled at my touch.

Annika pulled me back up for another deep kiss, her hands roaming over my chest and down to the button of my pants. She made quick work of unfastening them, pushing them down along with my underwear. As I kicked them off, we were now both fully exposed in front of each other.

But any self-consciousness melted away as Annika’s eyes raked appreciatively over my body. She bit her lip and whispered, “You’re beautiful.” Her words sent a thrill through me.

Annika’s words warmed me, “So are you,” I whispered back, meaning it with every fibre of my being. At that moment, all the loneliness and isolation of the past years seemed to fade away.

Our bodies came together again, skin against skin, as we kissed deeply. The feeling of Annika’s soft curves pressing against me was intoxicating. My hands roamed her body, exploring every dip and curve, committing it all to memory.

Annika’s fingers trailed down my stomach, teasing lower. I gasped at the sensation when she finally took me in her hand. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like this. She stroked me slowly, her touch both gentle and confident.

I slid my hand between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready. As I began to caress her most sensitive spots, Annika let out a soft moan, arching into my touch. I circled her most sensitive area with my fingers, alternating pressure and speed as I learned what she liked. Her breathing quickened, punctuated by little gasps of pleasure.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I want to taste you.”

She pushed me down on the bed, my heart racing with anticipation as Annika moved down my body. Her lips trailed kisses along my chest and stomach, each touch sending sparks of electricity through me. When she finally took me into her mouth, I let out a low groan of pleasure.

Annika’s technique was exquisite, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing flicks of her tongue. I tangled my fingers in her hair, fighting the urge to thrust my hips. Seeing her looking up at me with those beautiful eyes, full of desire, was almost too much to bear.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Annika released me with a final, lingering lick. She crawled back up my body, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Your turn,” she purred. And gave me a deep kiss.

Before she straddled my face, this was new to me. I had never had a woman’s womb pressed against my face, with no chance of getting away. I had always had them under me so I could remove my face whenever I wanted. It felt arousing.

I found myself enveloped by Annika’s warmth and scent as she pushed herself harder onto my face. The intimacy of the position was both thrilling and slightly overwhelming. I took a deep breath, before tentatively reaching out with my tongue.

Annika let out a soft gasp as I made contact with her most sensitive areas. Encouraged, I began to explore, using my tongue to trace delicate patterns. I could feel her thighs trembling slightly on either side of my head as I worked.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned softly. “Just like that.”

Her words spurred me on. I alternated between broad strokes and more focused attention, paying close attention to her reactions. When I found a particularly sensitive spot, I felt Annika’s hands tangle in my hair, holding me there.

The taste of her, the heat of her body, and the soft sounds of pleasure she was making were intoxicating. I lost myself in the sensations, my world narrowing to nothing but Annika and the intimacy we were sharing.

I could feel her getting close, her thighs tensing around my head, her breathing becoming more ragged. I redoubled my efforts, focusing on the spots that seemed to give her the most pleasure.

Annika bent backwards and grabbed my cock, and started to caress it slowly with her warm hand.

Suddenly, Annika cried out, her body shuddering above me as she reached her climax. I held her steady, continuing my ministrations but more gently now while she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Annika lifted herself off me as her trembling subsided, collapsing onto the bed beside me. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair tousled.

“That was incredible,” Annika breathed, her chest still heaving slightly. She turned to face me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “You’re very talented with that tongue of yours.”

I felt a rush of pride at her words, along with a renewed surge of desire. Annika’s hand was still wrapped around me, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body. She began to stroke me again, her movements slow and deliberate.

“Now,” she purred, her eyes locked on mine, “I want you inside me.”

Without waiting for a response, Annika rolled on top of me, straddling my hips. She positioned herself above me, teasing me with her warmth. I placed my hands on her hips, steadying her as she slowly lowered herself onto me.

We both gasped as our bodies joined. The sensation was overwhelming – the heat, the tightness, the intimacy of our connection. Annika paused momentarily, adjusting to the feeling of me inside her. I forced myself to remain still, though every instinct urged me to move.

Slowly, Annika began to rock her hips, setting a languid pace. I matched her movements, thrusting up to meet her as she came down. We found a rhythm together, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity.

Annika leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest. The change in angle drew a moan from both of us. I ran my hands up her sides, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She arched into my touch, increasing the speed of her movements.

Annika’s nails dug into my chest as she rode me harder, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I thrust up to meet her, savouring every sensation – the slick heat of her body, the soft bounce of her breasts, the way her inner muscles clenched around me.

“Oh god, Carsten,” Annika moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. “You feel so good.”

Her words sent a thrill through me. I slid my hands behind her and grabbed her buttocks while I slowly massaged her buttocks with a finger, dangerously close to her anus hole. Annika’s movements became more erratic, and her breathing laboured more.

I slowly put my long finger inside her anus. The effect was immediate. Annika cried out, her body tensing above me. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around me as she climaxed, the sensation nearly pushing me over the edge. I gritted my teeth, fighting to hold on.

As Annika’s orgasm subsided, I rolled us over, never breaking our connection. Now, on top, I began to thrust into her with renewed vigor. Annika wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails raking down my back. “Don’t stop.”

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as I continued to thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion – skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered encouragements.

I could feel my release building, a tightening coil of pleasure in my core. Annika’s hands roamed my back, urging me on. Her lips found my ear, her breath hot as she whispered, “Come for me, Carsten.”

Her words were my undoing. With a final, deep thrust, I felt myself tip over the edge. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me as I spilt into her, Annika’s name on my lips.

She nestled against me, her head resting on my chest. We lay there in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow. I stroked Annika’s hair absently, marvelling at how soft it felt between my fingers.

“That was…” I started, struggling to find the right words.

“Incredible,” Annika finished for me, tilting her head to meet my gaze. Her eyes were warm, a soft smile playing on her lips.

I nodded, returning her smile. “Incredible.”

“You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I almost didn’t come to the bar tonight. I was so tired after the interview that I thought about ordering room service and going to bed early.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” I replied, tightening my arm around her. She chuckled softly. “Me too. I saw you sitting there alone, and something drew me to you. I’m not usually so forward, you know.”

“I’m glad you were,” I said, kissing the top of her head.

In the morning, we went our separate ways. We both knew that we would never see each other again. But I still often think of the night we shared a bed.