My Swedish Vacation By Valerafon Chapter 2 - The meeting Update: 26/02/1998 to valerafon This work of fiction should not be read by anyone under the age of twenty one. Please do not read further if you are offended by graphic violence or sexual content. Chapter 2 THE MEETING Two days later Jim found himself driving out of Uppsala. He was extremely happy. Everything went almost flawlessly. I can do this he thought. I'll miss my old job, but life goes on. Now if I can follow these directions maybe I can even enjoy this vacation. He heard there was some beautiful countryside just southwest of Uppsala. With gentle rolling hills and with a few picturesque villages dotted in and around them. One called Marna was supposed to have a very nice inn right on the town square. I hope I can find this Marna he thought with growing enthusiasm. Then he remembered his one big handicap and said a little prayer. Please lord let the town have some people that can speak English. With his directions firmly in hand he decided to begin his adventure with a bang. He shouted out loud, "Ready or not Marna here comes Jim Preston!" As he drove further into the Swedish countryside his thoughts turned to a different topic. Here he was, twenty seven years old, single, and he really wasn't going steady with anyone. He knew plenty of women, and dated frequently, but none fit him. He knew he was good looking. His dark hair and dark mustache set off his handsome, some would say, effeminate features perfectly. Girls took to him at once, and their intentions turned toward marriage almost immediately. They wanted to mother him not love him though. He heard over and over again that, "He was just too cute for words." What was his perfect girl he wondered? He new he liked to watch the tall athletic women work out at the gym, but he had no interest in muscle machines himself, so there was no excuse to approach these women. Deep down he knew the real truth though, he was afraid to approach one. He didn't think a tall beautiful woman could possibly be interested in some guy who only came up to her shoulders. Again he berated himself. Why was I so short? It was ruining my life! His thoughts came back to the road. Damn! Did I just miss the cut off to Marna? He looked at his map and found no help. He quickly formulated a plan. I'll stop at the next food place, get something to eat, and see if I can get some directions. ------------------------------------------------- Eva and Brome were driving home to Marna. Their last shoot had taken them half way around the world to Figi. They were glad they were almost home. Both wanted to see their beloved sisters again. "Gundy and Inga are going to be disappointed were not bringing a little guest home with us," Eva said staring at the passing scenery. Brome momentarily took her eyes from the road, glanced at her sister, and replied, "It just wasn't possible, their was no one suitable. Besides, I would like to spend some time with the family. We haven't been home for a long time. It will be good working out and eating properly again." It was quiet in the car for a few moments then Brome changed the subject, smiled at her sister, and said, "It was good that we finally had a chance to work together." Her smile quickly turned to a frown. "I'm getting a little tired of this life style. A half a year away from home. The endless cities." Eva looked surprised at her sisters remark, "I love this lifestyle. We're super models making great money. Besides, it gives us a chance to meet interesting people." Brome laughed, "You mean interesting men." Eva shot back, "Don't you think our life style would be drastically different without these jobs? How would we find our little guys?" Brome thought for a second. "When there's a will there's a way." Noticing a sign, Brome said, "Coming up is a place to eat. We can stop and stretch our legs." Eva nodded her agreement and added, "The first thing we have to do when we get home is find a bigger car. This one is just too small for big girls like us." Both women looked at each other and laughed. ------------------------------------------------- I was sitting in a booth trying to make my waitress understand what I wanted, when two gorgeous amazons walked in the door. The diner went silent, and everyone stopped whatever they were doing to look up at the women. Both women looked at me and smiled warmly as they passed. I sighed and thought to myself.....Wow! They sat down at the table next to mine, and I tried not to stare. Glancing at them, I thought that their table seemed just a little small for the two huge women, and I noticed they were both wearing very high heels. The heels must have been at least four inches. I wondered why tall women wanted to be even taller. I was having no luck with my waitress. She brought the cook over, and he started saying, "American... American." "Yes," I said hoping he could help. Then he reverted to Swedish, and I didn't understand a thing. Oh well, I thought to myself and put my hands out in what I hoped was the universal gesture of confusion and was just about to get up. One of the tall women said something to the cook in Swedish, and then addressed me in English. "What would you like to order?" Flashing her a big smile I said gratefully, "Thanks! Toast and coffee would be fine." She then placed the order in Swedish. "Why don't you come and sit with us. It would make the translation a lot easier." My heart stopped! I think some time passed. I was staring blankly at her. "Come on," she said, "enjoy Swedish hospitality." The next thing I knew I was sitting with them, but I'm not sure how I got there. They were both blond and at least 6'3''. They were exceptionally beautiful and very muscular. The clothes they wore did not hide their impressive physiques. I felt very small looking up at them, and a little self conscious. Heck, Any man would. They were breathtaking. "You are an American?... Correct." The slightly taller one said. "My name is Eva and this is my sister Brome. What is an American doing so far off the beaten path? Are you lost?" With a little better grip on my composure, I said, "No, I'm looking for Marna. I plan to spend a few days at the inn there. My name is Jim Preston, and I'm an American businessman on vacation." Both women looked at each other and Brome spoke this time. "We're from just outside of Marna. We're heading home ourselves. The cutoff is north about five kilometers up the road." Then she eyed me curiously and asked, "What is so special about Marna?" Smiling at her I said, " I hear its beautiful there, and I plan to do some jogging in the hills. I have a week before I have to return to my job in New York." The food arrived and I was famished. Brome watched me eat for awhile before she said, "Marna isn't very big. I'm sure we'll see you again while your there. The inn is lovely." All I could do was nod in reply. I was too busy staring at her. I couldn't help it. Those green eyes! As we ate, I asked about the area. I was interested in what there was to do in and around Marna. We talked for an hour. Time passed too quickly. I paid for their checks, and told them that was the least I could do for their help. As we all got up, I was stunned again. They were at least a foot taller than me. Damn my size! There was just no way either of these women could be interested in a guy so much smaller than them. We walked outside the door, and said our good-byes. My car was right up front. Before starting the engine, I glanced in my rear view mirror, and took one last look at my dream women. I sighed and turned the key in the ignition....nothing happened. Like all men, I got out of the car and opened the hood. I stared at the engine blankly. I was not mechanically inclined. The two sisters evidently saw I was having a problem and pulled up behind me. Brome rolled her window down and asked, "Is your car sick?" I nodded and joked, "I think the rabbit died." "No problem! Will take you. It's not out of our way at all." As I made conversation with Brome, Eva got out of the car and came over. "Where are your bags?" She asked with a smile. She spotted them before I could say they were in the backseat, and started to pile them out. "Watch there hev..." Too late! She had them all, and was heading for their car. Smiling back at me she said, "There not heavy at all silly. Lock your car up, and will have someone from the village tow it for you." I looked at her retreating figure and shook my head. I said under my breath, "Well, they're heavy for me." I watched Eva pile the last piece of my luggage in the car, as I walked around the car and got in the back seat. Eva closed her door, and came around to my side. She grabbed the door before I could close it, and peered in at me. "What are you doing in the back? Come sit up front with the grown-ups." Before I could answer her she grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. Her grip was very strong and I could see the muscles clearly on her arm. I don't think I could have broken that grip if I tried. I was between both women in the front seat before I knew what happened. I looked down and could see marks start to form where Eva's fingers gripped my wrist. I looked up at Brome and she was giving me that same penetrating look like before. I swallowed hard. I quickly realized that was my natural response to her stare. Brome changed her expression and asked. "Does it hurt?" I lied and said, "No." "Good!" she responded. And off we went. I felt like a child between these two giants, and must have looked like one to passing motorists. We were a little cramped and Eva's knee was bent towards me and touching my knee. I looked down. What man wouldn't have? Her skirt was hiked up giving me a great view of both of her big beautiful legs. They were huge and they dwarfed mine. I could see her calf muscle very plainly on her far leg. It was gigantic. I started to feel my heart race again, and I was afraid I was going to get a hard on. Their perfume wasn't helping the situation much either. I glanced over at Eva, and she was smiling down at me. Her expression made me feel like she knew everything I was thinking. "The car is a little cramped," she said, "I hope you don't mind. If you get too uncomfortable, I could always put you on my lap." Both women laughed at her remarks. My mind couldn't help but conjure up that vision. Brome brought me back to reality. "I don't believe there is anybody at the inn who speaks English. You're going to have the same problem all over again. Why don't you stay with us? Our mother and sisters won't mind, and we all speak English." I hesitated and Eva picked up the conversation. "There are three more at the house just like us." My mind couldn't comprehend that fact. Maybe, my luck was beginning to change after all. "Let me tell you more about the house," Eva continued. "It's huge! We have more than enough room. There are stables, a huge gym, an indoor pool, many guest rooms, and acreage in the back to go jogging." Then she looked at me, smiled, and hit me with a bombshell. "We would love to have you work out with us!" I was speechless. I just shook my head as I remembered my dad's last remarks. Brome caught my reaction. "What's wrong?" She asked curiously. "My dad told me to enjoy myself and try to find the Swedish Bikini Team." They evidently had seen the commercials. They both laughed. "Actually, Eva and I are models. Do you think we could be on such a team, if one existed? We aren't too muscular...are we?" "Are you kidding! Both of you could make the team easily. Especially, if I was the coach," I said. Then I added emphatically, "You girls look great!" Eva and Brome looked at each other and smiled. "Then it's settled," Brome stated firmly. "If I can pay?" "Nonsense, consider it good Swedish-American relations." I finally agreed. My dad didn't raise a fool. We reached the house in less than an hour. The girls spent a lot of time telling me about their careers, and all the places they had been. As I told them about my job, I began to realize these two women probably made a lot more money than I did. About half way through, I stopped bragging and did a lot more listening. As my father always said, "A quite man looks the wisest." We traveled up a long drive, and stopped in front of a huge house. It reminded me of a country inn you might find in New England. It was charming. Brome sang out to no one in particular, "We're here! Everyone out.... Please." We all piled out and I stood admiring the house. The girls went right for the luggage. Eva was almost finished taking my luggage out so I decided to help Brome in the back. She had three pieces in her hand. "What do you want me to take," I said in a cheery voice. Her answer surprised me. "These are heavy. Someone will be out in a second to help. Just stand there and I'll introduce you around." "I'm really stronger than I look," I said jokingly. I would like to help. She stopped and looked at me. "OK, but remember I warned you." She handed me a bag she was carrying in her right hand. "Two hands," she said firmly. I grabbed it like she said. After all I was the guest. Wham! The bag went right to the ground. I heard a chuckle from Eva who was coming around the side of the car. To my amazement, I was having trouble lifting the bag. I had it barely off the ground when Brome said in a mildly agitated voice, "I did warn you Jim." Before I could offer her a reply, she took the bag from my overmatched hands and stowed it easily under one arm. I stared at her red faced and totally speechless. It was beginning to sink in just how incredibly strong these two women really were. I was going to say something when I heard another voice. "Brome... Eva, I've missed you both so much!" The new girl ran and embraced Brome. She was another carbon copy of Brome and Eva, about the same size, but much younger. "Grab the rest of the luggage, Gundy. I want to let everyone meet Jim as soon as possible." "Did you bring him with you from..." Brome interrupted and said, "We met Jim on the road and he will be staying with us for awhile." Gundy looked me up and down, and said smiling, "Great! It's been a while." I really didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. I was too busy watching, in astonishment, how easily Gundy was handling the rest of the bags. These girls may all be models I thought, but they could also make a great living as baggage handlers. We all followed Brome into the house. There were two more huge women waiting just inside. I was surrounded by five very tall unbelievably beautiful women who were looking down at me as if I were the main course at some Amazon social. I gulped for not the first time and probably not the last. Brome introduced me around. The mother was named Helga. She must have been in her forties. She was bulky, but not fat. Blond of course, and still very beautiful. The one who came outside was Gundella...the youngest. She, I was amazed to find out, was only fifteen. Gundella was already as big as the other women. She had a very young face, but she was almost as muscular as the rest, and it was hard to believe her age. The last girl, looming to my right, was Inga. Inga was as tall as the others and well muscled. But she had a sleekness about her as well. She had to be very athletic. She was eighteen, blond, and beautiful. All five were blondes. I was in Sweden, I thought, and that explained that. "Of course he can stay," Helga said very pleasantly. "We haven't had many Americans visit us... Have we?" The girls shook their heads no and smiled. "Brome your the oldest show our little guest to his room. He can unpack and rest till supper." I was surprised how genuinely happy everyone seemed to be to have this perfect stranger stay with them. I followed Brome up the stairs, and thought this may be a great vacation after all. Well, I chuckled, you wanted to meet some tall women. This looks like your lucky day.