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Adventures of the Viking and his Nympho 2011, Edition 7& 8: Another Amazing Weekend In Review
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Adventures of the Viking and his Nympho 2011, Edition 7& 8: Another Amazing Weekend In Review AV&N2011 Ed. 7 & 8: Adventures of the Viking and his Nympho 2011, Edition 7 & 8: Another Amazing Weekend In Review As Edition 7 opens, Nympho Girl has been stunned speechless to learn that what started as a temporary fun collaboration with her Viking hero has turned into a serious and on going series. Sure she’s always secretly dreamed of being the smaller half of a dynamic duo but you can’t give power to such far flung dreams when there are real life issues to deal with. Even a minor side kick superhero like Nympho Girl knows that you have to stay focused on the job at hand. We don’t get to fall in love and live happily ever after. The powers that be are in negotiation on how long lived this new dynamic duo will be. No matter how long they fight off boring sex together no partner will ever compliment the other as completely. This weekend will be the first official outing as a couple, and swinging. No doubt filled with thrills. As usual our small time over thinking superhero started packing the day before. The plan was half sexy fun and half hanging outside, getting dirty, no make-up fun. It would be a lot easier to pack if he was there to give some opinion on what he’d like to see her in. So far, 3 outfit choices and he’s consistently picked the same favorite as Nympho. The blue green fuck me boots with my painted on jeans and a matching sweater with boobs properly displayed was the choice of meeting attire. I knew we’d be doing a bit of social outing before the night. Gotta look good in public with my Viking. Lunch at IHOP was fun with us pointing out the fuckable hot MILF’s to each other and I had several women tell me they loved my boots. I think I’ll wear them more often. A little shopping was next, what woman doesn’t like to shop. Actually when I’m shopping alone I don’t like it much. I want to get in, get what I need and get out but make it a social outing and it’s great. The Viking could make a tent in a thunderstorm fun. Domestic shopping completed we headed to a department store for an outfit for him to go out in. A shopping miracle occurred. We found several shirts and pants that fit. After scouring the racks, I brought my final picks back to the dressing room for him and slithered in the door when he reached to get them. Well I’d gladly have him in my dressing room so I’m assuming that a reciprocal arrangement. The Viking is looking drool worthy all in black and royal blue. These dressing rooms are big and the 1st thing that goes through my head is are there cameras and if not can we get away with fucking?...lol…I know there’s no boxers, no briefs, nothing between my hands, my mouth and his cock once he drops the pants. He had my scheming busted in seconds. He let me get a glorious handful for a minute. Long enough and close enough to think I was going to get him in my mouth but not quite. That fun was over way too fast and we were off to get ready for the evening. He has a beautiful new guitar that sounds amazing. I got to enjoy him practicing a little bit several times this weekend. Amazing the difference in sound quality between the old guitar and the new one, I love watching him play. I can’t play a musical instrument to save my life. I’m like a sailor to a siren with live music. Time to get ready to go out and of course I had to bring a few choices of outfits for the night. I take my 1st pick out and then the other 3 choices. His pick is the same as mine. A soft sea foam green lace halter top over a flowing black and floral print skirt and fuck me black heels. No I don’t have any pictures to share with you from this trip. I know somebody needs to slap me. I had the camera in my bag and wanted to get pictures of us dressed to go out. I’d really have liked to have had pictures of him bending me over in front of the dresser and mirrors. Oh sorry I’m skipping way ahead. He fits the Viking Vampire fantasy to a tee in a sexy black burn out shirt and black slacks. His blue eyes sparkling mischievously are my undoing. My cute little lace boy shorts did not stay dry long this night! Off to downtown Atl. we head. For those of you who are familiar with these things we ate at Dolce’s and it was fabulous. Sumptuous surroundings, incredible food, great wine, an incredibly, sexy, intelligent witty, marvelous man adoring me, what more could anyone ask for? There was a prom or college formal going on and lots of . I got several comments on my tattoos on bathroom treks…lol...The people watching was great with lots of sexy people. We left and managed to not get any parking tickets this time! Yay! It’s 9pm and I’m already feeling tipsy from the bottle of Riesling at dinner. Like most things with the Viking it’s easy for me to slip past my normal limits. I seem to trust him implicitly and totally without really thinking about it until afterwards. He’s always had that effect on me. Anyway, normally Id’ be so nervous about going back to the swing club as a couple and how that was going to work to relax and drink enough to be getting tipsy. I was not remotely worried about it. The valet guy got an eyeful of leg & thigh while I got my shoes back on. He seemed sincere when he said “Please take your time”. The check-in process was quicker this time and we were in the door in no time. Immediately we could tell the crowd was much different this time; younger and lots more women. The place is still under construction, the pole isn’t on the dance floor, it was too dark to make out whether people were ugly or not…lol…We managed to snag the exact same table we had the 1st time we were there. The pole did not receive my attention as I was not impressed with its odd location. I was skirt-less with in 30 minutes and gave the Viking a decent lap dance or 2. We did determine that at some point in the future I need to have a short school girl skirt, some knee socks and Mary Jane’s and a pair of thigh high boots for 2 very yummy looks. We drank a bottle and moved to the back to get naked, hit the hot tubs, the pool or just watch porn timed to the music if there weren’t any hot people fucking. I will admit to being drunk at this point and having a totally fabulous time being naked, drunk, dancing, singing and groping my Viking! Luckily, there’s more light in the back so we can see the people. We made the rounds but didn’t want to join the couples already in the hot tubs, debated on the pool and settled at the back bar watching the entire room. In theory if one of the hot tubs opened up we could grab it and wait for a young hot couple to stray with in our greedy grasp! While the Viking was away for a minute, a new couple arrived and struck up a conversation with me about my tattoos. Nothing will get me yapping faster than interest in the meanings of my tattoos and showing me yours. I know I’m easily amused and drunk even more so. By the time Viking comes back, Mrs. M & I are chatting up a storm. She reminds me of Lauren Hutton with a very southern accent. Not normally my type at all but the chemistry was cooking. We all seem to hit it off and before long we were trailing off to the couple’s room. Ok at this point I have to tell you that things become a blur. I was focused on Mrs. M and quickly learned she was a massive<b> squirter. </font></b>There was not a time when I didn’t have her pussy, tits or lips on me. I remember catching glimpses and locking eyes with my Viking, trying to make sure we were both enjoying ourselves, watching him watch me. We were in all kinds of positions and combinations with the men rotating around this whirlwind of bi-women enjoying each other. Soon Nympho Girl was squirting too, repeatedly, no just the normal gushing but porno movie squirting and the mess was splashing the spectators sitting on the mirrored benches across from the beds. Holy shit, I can’t believe the way I was squirting. Eventually, I had to call time out for a drink. I remember thinking as we walked back to the bar how oddly easy that was and how fucking awesome for a 1st swinging experience. Of course, you never really know how the other person perceived the experience until afterwards when you get to talk about it and compare notes. I know it was the easiest swinging experience I’ve ever had. We had a few drinks and laughs then went back for round two. I was another version of the first. Both of us women were constantly cumming and squirting. In that state, I’m sorry but it’s impossible to keep track of who’s doing what to you. That’s why it’s so important to have a man I trust. I know when I’m in that situation, it’s like being high and being drunk on top of that makes it even more of a tripping type experience. It’s a sexual sensory overload. When group experiences work right they are constant orgasms for the multi-orgasmic among us. It's very much like a good shroom trip where you laugh your ass off except we are cumming our asses off! Someone happened to hear last call for breakfast so we broke off the fuck fest to go eat and head out. We said our goodbyes and headed home. I was still quite well inebriated and so looking forward to having him naked and all to myself. The night of having 2 other sets of hands, mouths on me was exciting but it wasn’t what I wanted most. We made plans to head straight to the shower. Those plans lasted until I dropped my top and bent over pickup my lace boy shorts. I stayed bent over the dresser, watching him in the mirror, explore me with his hands. We caught him up to my naked level and I happily sank to my knees in front of him. I love sucking cock in this position and watching his face as I feel his cock grow huge and hard in my mouth. I would gladly have stayed there but he pulled me up and spun me back around to face the mirror again. I gratefully pushed back against his hips as he slid inside me. There is nothing better than feeling him slide deep inside me although I do love being able to watch him fuck me. When my knees threatened to give out from the orgasms, he put me on my knees on the bed. We stopped for a breather and decided to get the shower before we got distracted again. I will never understand how he & I can fit and seamlessly shower together in a standard size shower. I know I’m small but he isn’t and I’ve never been able to successfully shower with anyone, including men, much smaller than he is. Just another example of the many odd ways we fit together incredibly well. That was a great shower. It was the perfect excuse to explore every inch of soft sweet clean skin once we were back in the bed. We finally passed out spooned together around 5am. I remember I was having these incredibly hot dreams that were combinations of memories of sex we’ve had and dreams. I woke up a few times reaching for him or arching into him and was so thrilled to realize he was really there I almost cried. I know I almost snuggled him off the bed at one point when I got cold…lol…He’s a wonderfully warm snuggle bunny. Dogs had to be let out, but at least it was his for a change. So I dreamed while he took them out in the rain. I got to warm him up when he got back. We snuggled and slept until lunch time. The spooning, leads to forking in the spooning position. Oh let me tell you I love this and all the variations we find. It wouldn’t work with most anyone else and he loves to remind me of that when we are in this position. He’s basically wrapped around me from behind; our bodies are touching from hip to head. His chest hair is tickling my back, while one of his hands rolls my nipple just hard enough. His stubble against the back of my neck and then he’s whispering in my ear. How much he wants to be buried deep inside me but we’ve got to be quiet. His roommate is up and about; we wouldn’t want to embarrass anyone. The whole time he’s sliding his cock along the outside of my pussy. I’m writhing my hips against him trying to slide him inside me. Whether I’m on my side, my stomach or my knees he can stay inside me through all the shifts in position. I worked very hard to stay quiet, biting my lips; face in a pillow, grabbing the sheets, his arms, his ass. I am not responsible for any half moon nails marks left from having to be quiet during such an outrageously good fucking. We finally decided to get out of bed around 2pm. Dressed in my favorite Sesame Street character t-shirt, Mr. Snuffy, Snuffalumpicus! We decided to brave the weather and conquer another 1st, my 1st ride on his motorcycle. Let me explain something here. I’m no stranger to being around bikers. My dad is a biker, my uncle Lou, my grandpa on my dad’s side and my Uncle Gary on my mom’s side, plus all their assorted friends. I don’t just get on anyone’s bike. Of that list I have been on 2 motorcycles. My grandpa in NY took me for a ride on his original Indian several times before he sold it. My Uncle Gary, I ride with him when my Aunt Julie can go and I can. I love riding motorcycles but I understand that like riding horses it’s not game. So the fact that I’m getting on the back of his bike when he’s also never taken anyone on the back of this bike before says a lot about how much I trust him. Yes, it’s a double 1st, my 1st time on the bike with him and his 1st time with anyone on the back of that bike. Like everything else with us it was a seamless fit that flowed like butter in a hot skillet. Other than being cold it was awesome. I love riding. We rode to lunch and back. By this time, I had to acknowledge that I had a nice sweet wine hangover. It’s a nicer version of a liquor hangover, mellower, just makes me feel slightly out of it, like I’m a frame of too behind every scene. It’s a no make-up, t-shirt, jeans and shit kicker boots and we still can’t keep our hands off each other. If there weren’t someone at the house, we’d probably be back in bed for a nap. Instead, we head out to target shoot. I’ve shared how I grew up learning what most boys learn, shooting, hunting, fishing, back riding, gardening because my dad didn’t have a . He’s inspected my handguns and found them lacking…lol…but enough to get me by in a pinch. I guess it was time to see if I was full of shit or could actually handle myself. I sucked ass but considering I haven’t fired a gun in almost 2 years, I was satisfied with not sucking any worse than I did. I hit what I was aiming at most of the time. We of course had to have some competition and although I made a good showing, he did win the chocolate shake for the day. We tromped around the woods talking and enjoying being outside. Actually, there was an awful lot of really important conversation in this weekend but that’s not for here. It was an incredible weekend in many ways so many more 1sts and tests that just went by without a worry. I didn’t want to go and I don’t think he wanted me to leave. I wanted to go curl up on the bed or the couch with him and enjoy him for another few hours. We are lucky that we have 2 more weekends, the last a nice long weekend to enjoy each other. I’m so very excited! I can’t wait to have him back wrapped around me when I fall asleep and wake up! Take care perving friends and love each other well! Kisses, LeeAnn  Kisses, LA    |
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Lovely eyes. Kisses
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I hear you I am a mental exhibitionist also LOL! Nice seeing you again! JD
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That seems like a weekend to remember so very hot! Thanks for sharing? JD
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Is it wrong that I envy and am a little jealous of you guys? Or maybe I'm just jealous of him. I'm not sure yet.  Well I had to come up with something original to say since we already talked about your weekend with him.
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3/31/2011 8:50 am |
Nice! Glad you are having fun!! And your Tatoos and your body are very sexy!!xoxo
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Confession: this is the first time I've read your adventure with the Viking, and.... WOW! I'm happy for you. 
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