It had been a long day when I finally arrived at the hotel in Reykjavik. The flight to Iceland had been uneventful and had landed on time, but when I stepped off the bus the cold had gripped me. Spring was slow to arrive and I was in need of some warmth. Friends had told me to go a different time of the year, but after an absence of several years, I knew I needed to get back to the Land of Ice and Fire. Its attraction was manifold: its volcanoes, pure lakes, glaciers, geothermal spas and the local talent, especially the local talent… I was looking forward to seeing Haukur and Hakon again. We had kept in touch in the intervening time, but the playtime enjoyed on our last meeting had lingered in our memories and a rematch was long overdue. The place and time for this liaison had been set. Away from the flat in Reykjavik that he was renovating, Haukur had a second home, located on the beautiful and tranquil shores of Laugarvatn, a geothermal lake, ensuring a warm bath for most of the year and it was just about the right time to enjoy its soothing waters. He would pick me up tomorrow morning so we could make the most of the place’s solitude and privacy. Hakon would join us later.

But for now, I was free to roam the bars of Reykjavik in search of new friends. I unpacked, showered and changed into something perhaps less practical but definitely more seductive. My knowledge of Icelandic was limited, but another language would be just as easily understood… As I entered one of the establishments around Austurvollur Square, I saw my choice had been an excellent one. I spotted a rather handsome tall blonde native who would clearly benefit from, if not appreciate, my company. I took the seat next to him and ordered a drink. The sound of my English caught his attention and he turned to me to strike up a conversation. His name was Eirikur and he was 36, a Reykjavik native and apparently “currently between girlfriends”. I moved closer to him and asked where would be a good place to have some fun tonight, looking intently into his clear grey eyes (no Icelandic required). He smiled, took my hand and led me out of the bar.

As we walked to his place along the Saebraut, an icy wind swept across the bay. Eirikur’s cold hand slipped under my skirt and traced the top of my stockings. A gentle snap of my suspender belt brought a smile on his face as he watched my eyes growing hungrier.  His hand continued its upward journey, up to the top of my black lace panties, where it slowly moved over the edge and downward to my most intimate of places. The cold of his hands against my warm skin did not still my hunger and feeling my wetness, he knew it. He turned towards me and his lips found mine without delay. Our hips followed. I glanced around to find a more sheltered spot and Eirikur, ever the local, quickly led us to a quiet spot nearby. Against all odds, it proved rather comfortable, or perhaps that was because Eirikur deftly opened up my top and bared my breasts. With one hand playing with my right nipple, his kissed the left one before gently sucking and nibbling it. I was dripping… Meanwhile, my hands stroked his trousers and felt his hard. After unbuckling his black leather belt, there was the sound of a zip and seconds later a throbbing hard cock came into to my view. I kneeled, looked up and smiled cheekily at him with my eyes full of promise about what was to come for him. A lustful grin appeared on his face which grew wider as my lips slipped over his cock and my tongue licked his shaft. His hand ran through my long hair, slowly at first and then picking up the pace until he grabbed it and motioned me upward. His other hand went for a second round in my panties, but this time less gently as he worked my clit and slipped his fingers in me, getting me ready for something much bigger. His enthusiasm brought me right to the edge and sensing how close I was, he thrust his hard into me and pumped me, betraying his arousal and urgent need for release. As I could no longer hold back, a wave of heat rolled over my body, leaving me gasping and moaning. For Eirikur, that was the sign to follow and he came hard, shooting his load into me as he grunted. As he recovered, his sperm ran from my wet pussy and down my leg. Sated, we tidied ourselves up and looking at least moderately respectable, I asked Eirikur to walk me to my hotel where I kissed him goodbye. With the tiredness of the long day finally catching up with me, I headed for my bed and fell straight asleep.

When Haukur picked me up the following morning, I was still having my breakfast. “Hey,” he said, “you’re late!” I shot a mischievous look back at him and he burst out laughing. “Should I have picked you up from the airport when you arrived instead? You had a starter last night, didn’t you? Is the poor guy still alive?” I shrugged my shoulders in a mock helpless way and said: “Well, what is a woman to do if her welcoming committee is delayed?” Unlike Hakon, Haukur was a bit rough round the edges and when we first met, we had hit it off right from the start with cheeky banter – he hadn’t changed a bit. While I finished my breakfast and checked out, he grabbed my luggage to take to his 4x4, a Jeep Grand Cherokee as black as Iceland’s basaltic lava. As always, I enjoyed the drive to Haukur’s lake house at Laugarvatn, taking the 36 road out of Reykjavik, onto the 360 round the southern shores of Thingvallavatn with some of my favourite views and then onto the 365.

The lake house was both my oasis of peace and playground while I was in Iceland. It had great views across the lake as the rear elevation was one great wall of glass – modern, sleek and surprisingly private. While Haukur took my luggage into one of the bedrooms, I fixed us a drink and sat down on the sofa, waiting for Haukur to emerge. When he did, he was clearly in relax mode. Barefoot, navy loose trousers and somewhere between entering the house and moving my bags in, he had managed to “lose” his shirt, baring that delectable chest of his. In passing his whisky with ice to him I grazed his chest with the cold ice and gave him a longing look. He drank the whisky and took some of the ice in his mouth at the same time. Then he wrapped his arm around my waist, drawing me closer. He kissed me slowly and with his tongue, slipped an ice cube into my mouth, while he took the other one out of his, tracing it down my neck, throat and onto my chest before circling my left nipple, which hardened on the cold. His warm lips were next, followed by a now hot mouth sucking with increasing abandon. My knees buckled under the erotic onslaught and I “found myself” on my knees. The view didn’t help in stilling my hunger. Through his trousers I could see his erection. Knowing how great he looked didn’t help either… I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down – I can’t say slowly, really. His cock was now very close to my face and clearly expecting something more than me just looking at it. My lips slipped over its head and as my mouth took in more of its length, I could hear Haukur's vocal response to the pleasure he experienced. My wet tongue added more stimulation and I started sucking Haukur’s not insignificant member, gently at first, picking up pace as he grabbed my head and guided me further onto his hard. I looked up and saw a mixture of pure enjoyment and lust for power on his face. Yes, he was well into this! Wanting some “pure enjoyment” (not to mention my lust for power!) too, I changed my focus of attention back up, kissing his groin and travelling up via his chest and neck back to his lips. I looked at him and whispered: “The lady wants some tongue…not to mention that gorgeous cock of yours. You’d better get down there to see to the wantonness you’ve created.” Haukur grinned and said: “I’d better do as I am told then!” He gently pushed me onto the deep-pile duck egg carpet, spread my legs and started rubbing my now very moist clit. Slipping one finger in my pussy, he started preparing my slit for something decidedly bigger, guided by the loudness of my moans of pleasure.

And it was this sight that Hakon saw as he came through the front door and the hallway. Laughing, he said: “Hey you two, couldn’t you wait for me at least?” He dropped his bags and came over, looking at me from top to toe and back again, feeling his erection building as he watched my arousal. He sat down on the sofa nearby, took his coat, shoes and socks off and unzipped his trousers. Wow, that erection hadn’t taken long to develop into a fully, as yet unblown hard. He started to help himself while intently looking at me. Meanwhile, Haukur had decided, and I didn’t particularly disagree with it, that it was time for some further action as my moist pussy had turned into a dripping wet sex wanting his engorged cock. He flipped me on all fours and rubbed the top a few times against my slit and then eased it in. Once inside, he moved faster, holding onto my hips as my body rocked and my breasts swung. Hakon had come closer and whispered in my ear: “Haven’t you got lovely tits, darling”, grabbing them and playing with my nipples. Oh fuck! I was so near losing it. My breathing sped up, and Hakon presented his cock to my lips. There was no other way of interpreting this one – and therefore, I sucked cock again! As if I needed reminding, Haukur said: “Well, aren’t you a dirtly little slut!” It was hard to protest that one, if I had wanted it, of course, given I not only had a big cock in my pussy but also one in my mouth. The two men grinned and Haukur decided to make me feel even more of a slut as he fucked me harder and faster, making me groan with pleasure until he came, pumping me full of his spunk before swapping places with Hakon as he took his turn, very hard and very ready. Haukur kneeled in front of me and said: “You’re not finished with me – I need cleaning up, so start licking!” I did as I was told, although I was distracted by Hakon rubbing my clit until I was at the edge of my orgasm. I felt his big cock plunging into me and making the most of my slippery wet hole. Holding on to my hips, he thrust deeply into me as my pussy gripped him firmly and I came hard, feeling thoroughly filthy and wanton with the need for him to come and add another load to the one already in my hole. “Give it to me, Hakon. Give it to me!” I shouted at him. Hakon, ever the gentleman, obliged… with loud moans as he released his cream into me. Mmmm! I was fully satisfied and cuddled up between my two delightful native fuck buddies. Ah yes, truly ice and fire…