“Halló, ég heiti Annika Bergström,” the tall young woman said to the matronly desk clerk as she removed her knit cap and shook out her long blonde hair.
“Hæ, Annika! Har þu herberginu?”
Annika laughed. “Talar þu Sænskar? Eða Engelsk?”
“Not Swedish, but of course I speak English,” the desk clerk tittered. “My name is Sigga. Have you a room booked for tonight, Annika?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Ah, here it is, a cosy ground floor room. You can drop off your things, and while you’re at dinner my husband will light the fireplace and open the curtains. You’ll have a beautiful view of the forest and mountains.”
Annika was puzzled because the sun had set hours earlier. “I don't think I’ll see very much at night.”
“Normally, no, but Norðurljosið, the Northern lights, are going to be very active tonight.”
“Oh, I didn’t realise! I’ve been in Florida. I’ve never been to Iceland, and I decided to stop over on my way back to Sweden. Just the one night, unfortunately.”
“Yes, the longest night of the year.” Sigga paused. “Annika, are you familiar with the Icelandic Yule Lads?”
“A little. I believe there are thirteen of them and a new one visits each night and causes mischief, is that right?”
“Yes, beginning on December twelfth with Stekkjarstaur, who steals sheep’s milk, and finishing on the twenty-fourth with Kertasníkir, who eats tallow candles. In between, there’s all manner of spoon licking and door slamming.”
“My goodness! And which lad arrives tonight?”
“On the twenty-first?” Sigga smiled, handing Annika her room key. “That’s Gluggagægir. He peeps into windows.”
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After a dinner of hearty lamb soup and crusty bread, Annika retired to her room. It was indeed cosy, with a log crackling in the fireplace and candles casting their glow along the windowsill. Exhausted from her long day, Annika pulled her wool sweater over her head, then kicked off her boots. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, then continued undressing. She peeled off the long-sleeved undershirt that clung to her body, then shucked off her insulated pants and her thick socks.
Standing in her matching red bra and panties, Annika caught sight of her reflection in the window. Inte dåligt, she thought with a small smile. Not bad. She admired the graceful line of her neck, the deep cleft between her breasts, the slight curve of her hips, and her long legs. She unhooked her bra and, with a sigh of relief, let it fall to the floor. Now that her breasts were free of their confinement, she massaged them gently.
Looking past her reflection, Annika saw an eerie green glow in the sky. She blew out the candles and stood at the window to get a better view. Hem, she thought. Home. Her breasts accidentally brushed against the cold glass and she hissed as her nipples hardened. Recovering from her initial shock, Annika leaned forward and pressed her warm, round tits against the icy windowpane, flattening them and sending a thrilling jolt through her body.
As her eyes grew accustomed to the dim light outside, Annika thought that she saw a strange man outside, watching her. “That must be the window peeper,” she told herself dreamily. “Well, I’ll give him a show he’ll never forget.” She snaked one hand into her panties and began touching herself. The sky glowed brighter and Annika could just make out the watcher’s pointed green cap, white beard, and green jacket.
Annika stood back, allowing the warmth of the air in the room to kiss her clammy breasts, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her slender legs, exposing her neatly trimmed blonde muff. She slid her middle finger between her slick folds and plunged it into her pussy.
The wind picked up and began rustling the branches of the trees in the distance. The watcher began stroking himself, standing stock still except for his right elbow wagging up and down.
Spurred on by his attention, Annika squished her tits against the frigid window again and began frigging herself in earnest, pumping three fingers into her pussy with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. The excitement of being watched awoke a heat inside her, and with the fire blazing in the grate, she soon broke a sweat. She fixed her eyes on the watcher and moaned as they both continued pleasuring themselves. Every part of Annika was burning hot, not least her breasts which burned from the icy touch of the windowpane. She grabbed a taper candle from its base, turned it upside-down, and plunged it into her dripping cunt.
Fucking herself with her waxy dildo, Annika closed her eyes and threw herself into her performance. While rubbing her clit furiously and squashing her tits and the side of her face against the window, she felt the heat rising inside her and knew she was close to boiling over. When her orgasm hit, she thrust herself forward with each wave, mashing her face and tits into the frosty glass and writhing against it, savoring the relief of the smooth coolness against her hot skin.
Annika’s knees buckled and she fell back onto the bed, the downy comforter billowing up around her. She lazily pulled the candle out of her pussy and slid it into her mouth to taste her own sweet nectar. Namm! she thought. Yum!
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Awakening a few hours later, Annika peered out the window and thought she saw the watcher still standing there, but the glass was smeared and befogged, obscuring her view. Curious, she threw on her sweater, pants, and boots and dashed outside.
The snow outside her window was unbroken by footprints. A juniper bush was growing there, conical, about two meters tall, with a dusting of snow on its upper branches. One branch lower down was broken and hung bent, waving slowly in the wind.
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