What Did the Jamaican Say to the Viking at the Bar?

Rasheda, a well-traveled Jamaican girl, was on her first solo trip to Europe. Like many millennials, she has an unquenchable wanderlust that she’s able to fulfill thanks to her career as a lifestyle blogger. Now, she travels the world, capturing moments, eating decadent foods, dancing to unfamiliar music, and exchanging smiles with natives who seldom see people who look like her: Black.

She’d spent a lot of time in South America and South Asia in the last two years and wanted to expand into beloved Europe. In her travels, she avoided the overly popular destinations. So instead of Paris, Santorini, and Rome, she’d do Reykjavik, Budapest, Antwerp. They’re fairly popular, but underdogs. The less familiar was always more intriguing to her.

Now she was in Oslo, Norway for its beautiful mountains, fjords, the Viking heritage, and its world-class quality of life. Norwegians are known to be happy people, and she was about to experience it first-hand.

She spent the first day doing a lot of walking. She took the trolley and bus to explore the city. As she explored, she took blog-worthy pictures of the palace, her visit to Vigeland Park — the world’s largest sculpture park — made by a single artist. It was a great day. She got back to her Airbnb early enough to get a nap before it was time for dinner.

She dressed for dinner and decided to dine at the restaurant on the corner. She’d walked by a couple of times and was lured by the scent of the food and the energy of the laughs. The restaurant had two sections: one for dining and one for dancing. Jamaicans are known to love dancing, and Rasheda was no exception. The music was surprisingly eclectic and not too different for her to enjoy herself. The average trepidation that would ensue from the idea of dancing alone, didn’t pierce her. She is one of those loners who can dine alone and then dance alone.

Rasheda seated herself by the bar and ordered dinner. As she surfed through Instagram and waited on her food, a man sat one stool away from her. The quintessential Viking man was alone but seemed familiar with the bar. He ordered in Norwegian. She wanted some conversation but didn’t know how to start one. The barrier wasn’t linguistic. Ninety percent of Norwegians speak English. She just couldn’t think of anything to say.

When she finally got the gall, she leaned over and uttered something that he barely heard. But she got his attention anyway.

“What did you say?” he asked loudly with a rich Norwegian accent. The loudness of his voice scared her a little bit. She jumped off her stool and almost fell, but his arms were long enough to grab her by the waist before she met the ground. He didn’t release her until she regained her balance.

She was embarrassed. “Of course, I’d come all the way to Norway to be a damsel in distress,” she laughed in her equally thick Jamaican accent.

He laughed. “I couldn’t let you fall,” he comforted.

“Thanks,” she said.

Both their accents were thick but clear.

When he released his grip of her waist and stepped back, he was mounting over her 5’9 figure. She didn’t want to be basic and ask how tall he was, so she just smiled up at his grinning face and returned to her seat. He followed suit.

“My name is Rasheda,” she said.

“I’m Vidar. Where are you from?”

“I hail from Jamaica.”

“Nice,” he said. “I’ve never met anyone from Jamaica,” he admitted.

“I’m glad I can be your first,” she blushed.

He said nothing, but he continued smiling. They spent the evening chatting over their dinners. If it were an average evening for Rasheda, she would have danced until the bouncer ushered her out, but she and Vidar had a lot to say to each other. They laughed and talked like long-lost friends.

There was nothing but magic between them. The emotional connection was undeniable, but their physical chemistry was even more electrifying. Rasheda could still feel his arm around her waist even though his hand was holding his bottle of beer. She wanted to be in his grasp and to be his damsel in distress again.

He’d saved her from falling, and in the meantime, she got to look into his deep blue eyes. It wasn’t the eyes that captivated her, though. She was entranced because with those eyes came a 6’5 Viking with bulging forearms, intimidating quads, and a strong back. Within two minutes of meeting him, she was in his arms — safe and protected. In his eyes, she saw that he’d never let anything happen to her. And for the first time, she enjoyed the idea of being a damsel in distress. Especially when the Knight in shining armor looked like Vidar.

Though Vidar was enjoying their conversation, he wanted to change the scene. The bar was increasingly loud, and he didn’t want to be shouting at Rasheda anymore.

“There’s a park nearby, would you like to go for a walk? It’s getting loud in here.” He was a little nervous to ask, she could tell.

She searched his eyes and smiled before she grabbed her purse.

They walked out into the street. It was 8 pm but the sun was up, and so was everyone else. It was Friday night after all. Out in the sunlight, they were able to see each other in true splendor. Rasheda’s chocolate skin radiated. Her skin was beautiful and blemish-free. Her eyes were bold and white, and her lips offered a bright contrast with its pinkness. She was slim with an hour-glass figure but ripe in her bosom and plump in her derriere. As she walked, Vidar noticed how deliberate her steps were, and how her hips swayed as if she walked with the ocean. Rasheda observed the people, and Vidar observed Rasheda.

When she finally returned her attention to him, he was smiling at her.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous and beautiful,” he complimented.

She stopped and smiled at him. They were facing each other, hands-in-hands. Rasheda took a step back to observe him. He looked like he could lift a mountain. His hair curled in no particular pattern, but it was full.

“Thank you, Vidar,” she said before bringing his hand to her face to kiss the back of it. The gentle sensation of the kiss against his hand sent a surge through his body. It was soft. He realized that he wanted to kiss her. His lips were jealous of his hand.

At the park, they sat on a bench and talked some more. This time, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. There was a magnetic pull of their bodies that made it impossible for them to deny their physical attraction to each other.

“How do you like Norway so far,” he asked.

“It’s beautiful, I love it….” she answered. But as Vidar listened, his eyes were glued to her moist, pink lips. He felt as though he needed to touch them. She noticed his gaze and stopped speaking to allow him to look at them. He looked into her eyes to see that he’d been caught. But he didn’t shy away. He raised his fingers to her mouth to touch her lips. He needed to know if they were as soft as they looked. Even with his thumb rubbing her lips, he still wasn’t sure. And so he leaned in to test them with his lips. That was the impetus for the most passionate kiss each of them ever had.

“So soft, Rasheda,” he said.

Rasheda didn’t have the bandwidth to do anything but succumb to the kiss. She was so weak to his kiss that she was almost lying on the bench with him leaning into her. Her body was not her own. It was Vidar’s. He was supporting her back as he kissed her. And it all seemed so effortless for him.

Vidar opened his eyes to see that Rasheda’s neck was exposed to him. Drawn to her jugular, he used his teeth to teased her neck before kissing it.

“Oh, yes!” Rasheda moaned before comporting herself. She realized that they were still in public, and people were walking by.

“Lawd God!” she said, shaking her head.

“Yeah, that escalated quickly,” Vidar added.

For a minute, they sat in silence replaying their momentary exhibitionism. They’d forgotten where they were. Neither of them regretted it. If anything, it excited them.

“My house is 8 minutes away,” Vidar announced. He left it open for her to do whatever she wanted with it.

Without saying anything, Rasheda got to her feet and looked at him. She didn’t have to say anything. Her eyes were filled with passion.

She was on the balcony of his apartment enjoying the great view of the harbor, but before Rasheda could comment on it, Vidar was standing behind her and breathing down her neck. Her attention returned to the splendor of the man who was behind her. Before she could turn to face him, he kissed her neck the way he did on the park bench. He was hungry for her. She sought support by resting her hands on the rails. He rested his hands on hers as he teased her neck again.

Rasheda bent her neck, granting him the freedom to indulge in her as much as he needed too. His manly presence galvanized her and roused her sensuality. She wanted to feel his skin against hers and inside of her. She arched her back and raised her chin to face his domineering presence that towered her. He kissed her lips and began to undress her. Rasheda’s satin dress fell to the floor. Her titties were bare, and her ass was completely exposed thanks to her black G-string.

Vidar stepped back so he could see her. When he did, that surge he felt earlier in the night ran through his body again, but even stronger. He was completely overcome with desire for her. He bent over and bit into her ass cheek. Not as gently as he could have, but not too hard to make it painful. He wanted to devour her.

“Like it?” she asked.

“I had to bite it. It looks like a fat piece of sirloin.” As her back faced the harbor, he enclosed his lips to suckle her breast. Vidar began rubbing her clit while suckling her nipples. She felt completely secure in his pursuit of her body and loved how he maneuvered her body. She was seduced by his tongue, fingers, and body. Even more, she was lured by his mannerisms and his control over her body.

Though Vidar’s hands were big, his fingers were nimble on her clit. He was so masterful that within minutes she reached her first climax. “Don’t stop!” she said as she orgasmed. His tongue was still salivating on her nipples, and his fingers twitched faster and faster on her clit to make her cum.

When she opened her eyes, she realized Vidar was still dressed. While they kissed on the balcony, and with the gentle sea breeze between them, she began unbuckling his belt. As soon as his dick was free, she held it in her hands. He lacked nothing. His penis was a reflection of the man standing before her. As she reclined to her knees to kiss his dick, she indulged in the beautiful contrast of his near pink dick and her chocolate-colored hands.

She looked him in his eyes as she put her mouth on his cock and watched as his neck relaxed. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to say: “Oh my God!” Rasheda felt powerful having this strong and imposing man in her mouth. He was calling her name and moaning, as her throat pulsed on and off his dick. Her mouth salivated more and more as she welcomed his wood in her mouth. Over and over, she moaned in excitement about his manhood. She looked up at him to see his abs tightening and his face twist in pleasure. He was cumming, but she didn’t want him to. She stopped and stood to face him.

“I was cumming,” he said, searching her face.

“I know,” Rasheda responded. “But I wasn’t ready for you to cum yet.

He smiled before pulling her closer to him. Her mouth was still sloppy when he kissed her. Her defiance had turned him on, and he was going to show her how much. Vidar picked her up and mounted her wet Black pussy onto his dick. The average man would have needed some support, but Vidar was grounded and strong as he bounced her on and off his long dick. She muttered something in her Jamaican patois when he penetrated her. And she moaned his name as loudly as she needed to, and she wasn’t shy about it. Her accent reached across the air to the harbor for everyone to hear, and it turned him on how loud she was willing to get for him.

“So fucking deep in my pussy! Some good dick!”

“You’re so wet and tight, Rasheda.” He lifted her further so her pussy was in his face. She was touching the ceiling as he flicked his tongue on her pussy.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Rasheda was cumming again.

Vidar rested her on her feet after her orgasm and she bent over on the rails. As she looked back at him, he kissed her and slowly slid his cock inside her again.

“So fucking wet!” he exclaimed before moaning something in Norwegian. It sounded aggressive, but sexy. Vidar and Rasheda were in their own magical world of pleasure.

“Fuck me, Vidar! I want to cum all over your dick!”

His penetrations got deeper and faster, fondling with Rasheda’s G-spot. She loved it. It was too good for her not to scream his name.

“Vidar!” she belted across the Oslo air. “I’m cumming,” she squealed as her pussy tightened on his Norwegian dick.

Vidar didn’t want to come yet, but he had no choice. Everything that he was feeling inside Rasheda, her face, and the sound of her voice as she said his name made him grab the rail for his final thrust inside her. Before he came, he pulled his dick out to spurt over her beautiful, round ass.

Curled against the rail, Vidar smiled at her in bewilderment.

“Now all of Oslo knows my name,” he said. They laughed and walked into the apartment to plop onto the bed.