It was my second summer in Scandnavia. It was a long hot summer. The days never seemed to end, but lingered on in golden twilight. A long term relationship had just ended and I was contemplating my next move. Continue travelling or return home? The latter being the least attractive option and then I met Maren.

She was years my junior, in first year at uni and perhaps a little bit more mature than I was. When I met her I was struck by her beauty. Statuesque with fine sculptured features. We met at a party one warm summer evening and she invited me to walk her home. We walked and we talked. We eventually made it to her apartment after my skillfully avoiding the pubs and bars haunted by my Aussie and Irish friends. ( The last thing I needed was the company of a third English speaking wheel and besides, I'd already had way too many drunk encounters with Danish women. This was going to be different ) All the way I'd fought the urge to take her in my arms and begin kissing her.

Upon entering her apartment we made our way to the balcony overlooking the cobbled streets of Christianshavn. It was way after midnight and the brief hour of semi darkness was ending and the light was returning to the eastern sky.

I couldn't fight my urges any longer. I leaned across and kissed her very gently on the mouth. She kissed me back and then feigned surprise. I walked away and say down upon the edge of her bed. She followed me in and was clearly surprised by my retreat. She stood before me somewhat puzzeled.

I looked into her eyes and said very clearly that I wanted something from her. Now she was very confused. She meekly asked what that could be.

I told her that I wanted to see her naked and without a word she undressed. Slowly and purposely. She removed her top to reveal her full and rounded breasts. Her nipples were hard and taut, pink and full.
Without looking up, but with some hesitation, she removed her jeans and for a brief moment stood naked apart from a red g string. She was submissive and servile in her stance.

I told her to stop and this she did. I drank in the form of her body.

A naked woman is perhaps the most beautiful sight that a man will ever gaze upon and Marin was indeed a very beautiful woman.

Her body was perfect in its proportions. Perfect breasts, hips that invited one to join with them. Thighs that were meant to be parted.

Her face was angelic as she stood almost naked before me. Her hair was deep, dark brown and flowing with just a hint of red.

Her skin glowed with a fine sheen of perspiration on this warm night.

I drank her in. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but not quite yet. After some time, I not sure how long, I was drunk on her beauty, I told her to remove her g string and turn around. Silently, she began removing her panties and turned away from me.

Her arse was perfect. I wanted to reach for it, to knead and kiss it but I instead I savoured its shape and form.

Her body was without flaw. Almost. She had a birthmark upon her right leg. It wasn't at all attractive, but in its own way it was, because it contrasted with the beauty of her body.. The imperfection of it highlighted her beauty. It;s like this with most women. Their beauty can never be perfect. Perfection doesn't exist.

After some time, I told her to touch herself and this she did. Slowly and deliberately she eased her fingers around and in her cleft. I could smell her musky scent.
I told her to stop. She stopped without a word. She stood passivly before me. Her eyes downcast.

I longed for her. I wanted her with every fibre of my body. But not yet. I wanted to and needed to savour the visual delights of her body.

I told her to sit down upon a nearby chair and she sat down, again without a word. By now I was lusting after her, badly. I was ready to take her and I could tell she was ready to be taken.

Naked, silent and submissive, she sat exposed upon that chair. I found a scarf and blindfolded her. This she had no problem with. She' d submitted and was mine to do with as I wished.