Chapter 7

Took me a while to be able to get back on my feet, but after a refreshing swim I walked up to the sauna to see, if I could start it up. An easy job of course, a wood burning sauna, and the fire wood was provided. It heated up not only the oven but also a connected water tank so you could have hot water to wash. An electric switch turned on the pump in order to get cold fresh water from the well to fill up the tank and use it to wet the sauna stones. A camp fire place outside to cook up some coffee and roast some sausages, which I knew that was done here often, so I had already bought those in advance.

Took me about 45 minutes to heat it up and by that time I saw the girls, wrapped in a towel, coming over the hill on their way to the sauna, also two other guests were arriving as well. They had seen the smoke from the chimney and had decided to join us. We just stuck to drinking water during the sauna visit and made some light conversation because it was too hot to do anything else. During the breaks we made some coffee and roasted the sausages, in the nude of course, just like the locals do. The older couple, that was joining us in the sauna, looked with respect and politeness to the girls as if they were famous stars or so. Which later I had found out, was indeed the case. Tuva and Anneli were company owners and famous for their designs and frequently worked for Victoria Secret as freelancers and knew all kinds of world famous people including celebrating birthdays with ex-members of Abba and having occasionally sleepovers with the blond Abba lady on her island near Stockholm, I had heard later.

I was looking forward to tonight’s season opening party, because that day I had noticed that some other people had arrived as well, and had set up their accommodation on their own private spot, because I almost never saw where the others made camp.

I dressed myself up a bit decent, after I had cooked up and ate a small simple dinner and wore some white tennis shorts for a change, but I had skipped the underwear, and a loose shirt. The weather was great, and the forecast was bright and sunny all evening long. The girls had come over to pick me up with their car and driven us to the reception near the entrance of the camping. They had decided to wear white as well but had not taken the chance to be caught and wore some old fashioned white panties under it.

We were welcomed with a drink in the small bar, and the girls were given some special attention and honor because of their fame I guessed. Of course at some point we had to try a Swedish ‘delicacy’, called “surströmming”, fermented Baltic herring. My god, what a smell that was. The can had to be opened in a bucket of fresh water and outside, standing back for several yards and then eating it with using one hand to close you nose, while with the other hand trying to fork a slimy piece with the other hand in your mouth. If you made the mistake of releasing you nose just as the piece was passing under it, you would get into convulsions and throwing up. But we did it; it is impolite not to accept what is offered to you...

It was fun, nice to have met some other people and not to think about sex for a few hours, just having some beers and conversations.

The girls and I left together just past midnight, they left the car parked because even in private, after the drinks, it would not have been a smart idea to drive and getting stuck again, as they had before. I walked in the middle, holding hands with both of them, guiding them back towards their place.

It was going to be a twenty minute walk but after about ten minutes both girls, but also myself I have to admit, needed a wiz. The girls were walking cross-legged almost when Tuva asked me if I had to wee too.

“Do you need to go Henry? Is the beer getting to you? Why don’t you stand still and let it go in your shorts, just open the floodgates. Tell you what, if you don’t want to get your shorts all wet, I will lock my mouth over the place where the head of your cock is, so only that spot will get wet, leaving the rest of your pants dry maybe ha ha.” I didn’t believe a word of it, keeping the rest of my pants dry I mean.