Location: Studio, south of Stockholm

Actors: Nadja (28) intern at a local attorney; Stefan (26) research assistant at a local think tank.

Time: End of a cold February

Nadja came home late from work that evening. She always came home late, but this evening she was especially late. The clock had just passed nine o’clock. While she enjoyed her internship at the practice, which was likely to turn into a full-time position by summer, there was no denying that it was a fairly demanding position, even as an intern. It wasn’t so much the work load per se that was demanding but rather the psychological stress associated with the various cases. Today she had been in court watching a ferocious battle between a mom and a dad about the custardy of their two year old kid. It was heartbreaking to see them both plead to the court about why they, and not their partner, was the proper care-giver to the child. They apparently could not stand each other and the idea of shared custardy had been ruled out by both parties. Nadja knew that the mother would get the custardy, she always did if the court did not have the option of to split it. It just wasn’t clear to her if it was the right decision.

Taking of her coat, Nadja sat down at her little table, exhausted yet tense. She looked out her window over to the other side of the street, where she would sometimes steal a glance or two at the erotic pleasures of the couple with their windows parallel to hers (she was certain they had seen her do it more than once and still they persisted to do it without putting up any curtains). The thought of this made her realize just what she needed; she needed to masturbate and she needed it bad. There was just the problem with her being tense. Whenever she felt like she couldn’t relax there just was no chance she would be able to do it properly. Luckily she knew just who to call.

She had met Stefan at a party about a year ago. They were friends of friends and, with a little help of some good wine, had soon come to cultivate a friendship of their own. As the night progressed and the conversation became increasingly eroticized, they soon found out that they shared a common dream. Nadja had always dreamed of masturbating in front of someone and Stefan had a fairly secret wish to see a girl masturbate without being interfering. It was not long until both of their dreams came true.

With time they had developed a bit more of an intimate routine. First he would give her a massage that would relax her and make her ready for the next step. After that he would usually sit on her bed, leaning against the wall with his legs spread apart. She would then sit in front of him and lean back onto his chest while using one of her three vibrators to stimulate herself. Meanwhile he would alternatively hug her or play with her boobs. It was the best feeling she knew, being in control of her own pleasure while simultaneously receive that extra stimulation from his firm arms and hands. Quite often she would let him suck on her nipples. Adding that little extra was a sure way to make her orgasms even better. From time to time she allowed him to lick her as part of her foreplay. On special occasions she would even let him lick her after she was finished. She knew how much he adored her wetness (she would usually give him her vibrator after she had had enough orgasms, just so he could lick it) and the mini-orgasms he was able to give her was a good way to calm down after a good session. Besides, he looked so cute on his knees with his tongue lapping for every last drop of her juices. She had the feeling this would be that kind of night.

Picking up the phone she quickly dialed his number.

Nadja: Hi Stefan, I’m so tense today. Wanna come over and help me…