It’s just solar storms and magnetic fields really.
I like the idea of the Aurora Borealis.
Did you know there are these igloos in Kakslauttanen Finland that you can stay at and watch the Aurora Borealis from your bed? Glass heated igloos. Yeah. No joke.
We went here one time. It is not cheap but if you save 2 years of taxes, plus some frugalness here and there, you can do it. Do you really need that Starbucks coffee? No. Compared to a glass igloo? Come on. No you don’t would be the answer.
International flights are nice but hectic. People yell at you in different languages and it’s almost impossible not to look like “those tourists” because we all look like those tourists. But we made it. Through customs, through layovers and playing card on bar room tables waiting for flights. She was exhausted all the way to the end and as we touched down her head came up from my shoulder and her wide eyes looked out the airplane window and she could barely contain her excitement. She squeezed my arm and whispered as we touched down on Ivalo airport near Tormanen. (Those 2 little dots on the o and the a please.
“Oh my goodness honey. Are we here?” She asked and I nodded. We listen to the flight attendant speak in I’m assuming Finnish but I couldn’t get my google translate ready in enough time. No idea, but I think I have can follow her directions as we exit the plane. So we just get up whenever anyone else gets up and we follow everyone out.
A man with a rather large name sign greets us after we grab our luggage. He packs us into a sled with 20 some yipping prancing huskies. We are unceromonousky covered in blankets and we are off. No more layovers and we hear the hard pack of snow and ice and the panting of dogs all the way to Kakslauttanen arctic resort. Just so you know, sledding with a dog would be considered “brisk”.
While we are mushing, our guide gives us pamphlets and (over the dogs) informs us of all the stuff we can do while we are here. He points vaguely in the direction of different things we can see and do. Snow sledding, fishing, hiking, glaciers, the works. I sip at warm tea from a thermos and the way ahead is gray and full of adventures.
I close my eyes for a second and the next minute Morry is nudging me awake. She whispers to me-
“You were snoring, Come on love. “ She whispers in my ear as she hops down to the crunchy snow. Her smile is infectious and warm. She dances in the snow to the unapproving look of our sled driver. I rub my eyes and hop out too
and I immediately cough. The air is way colder outside of the blankets and it catches in my lungs.
So…this is Finnish air.
Smells finny.
We grab our suitcases and the cold wind and our driver hurry us into the main lobby of the hotel.
The smell of wood and fire. Beautiful rustic art work and decorations. They also have ugly modern art statues that I avert my gaze from. I feel like this is what rich Vikings would like after a hard year of pillaging. I’m assuming a lot of Finnish stuff but you can never tell. Possibly Ikea. Definitely IKEA. Right? Is that racist? Hopefully not.
It’s beautiful. Like the coolest Viking shit you’ve ever seen, with clean lines right to the horizon, and I wonder is this because viking were sailors? Then I wonder if that’s also racist, I mean there are still Vikings around aren’t there? I’m assuming someone out there is living there viking life.
Obviously this is not my thing. This is Morry’s thing. We are here for one thing really.
(Tinny drum roll, squeeky trumpet)
The Aurora Borealis.
The squiggly green lights in the sky. The ethereal green dancer across the horizon. This is her bucket list. I’m along for the ride and I love to go on adventures with her, so I tag along, even if it’s not my thing.
Why would you not want to sometimes follow your persons dreams for just a bit. This is what I’m doing and I can only hope that she’ll do the same. I think she will.
The hotel staff give us a tour of the facilities. Pretty basic stuff but if free wifi gets you hot, well that’s included. They give us brochures to sign up for different activities, show us around to the in house restaurants, pool, and then walk us out to our igloo. It’s bright and brisk, but as we open the door to our igloo we are blasted with heat. It’s just enough room for a queen size bed and small bathroom. Showers and saunas are In Another building about 300 meters that way.
Our guide lets us know when dinner will be served and then leaves us to it. I look at Morry and her eyes are alight. Bright and happy
“Honey, oh my goodness, we are really here.” I am happy we could finally do this. The igloo is small, but we’ve seen far worse and had a blast, so I’m sure we will be ok. At least till one of us has to go to the bathroom. It will be me. God dammit.
Regardless I am elated that she gets to do this, and a part of me is excited that we made this happen. It’s just one more notch on the post for things we were able to get done together. Plus it’s sorta exciting to me. Magic lights in the sky. I’ll take it.
This is her bucket list wish. Mine is to see some ancient stuff. Rome, Greek, Egyptian, even Mayan or Aztec, hers is these lights. I sit on the bed and watch her look up at the ceiling and prance around touching stuff. The igloo, It’s all glass with the last maybe foot of glass having a privacy curtain for peekers and perverts.
My wife is taller than me by a full 2 inches. I have always loved this. Something about reaching up to kiss her is nice, and when I hug her I lay my head on her chest quite easily. She has on thick leggings and her North face gear. She has on snow boots and she packed enough hot hands to last us our whole trip.
She even has a wee thermos that she has religiously kept full of hot liquid to sip on because she doesn’t want to get cold.
She steps outside for a bit and then I see her tapping on the glass and peeking in and smiling. Waving at me and hooting. Awesome, so it’s just that easy I see. She giggles and comes back inside for bit.
“Did you see me? This is going to be so fun!” She says and wiggles in excitement and tackles me on the bed.
Let’s not mention the zebra print blankets on the bed. You can’t have everything I suppose.
It smells clean and dry Inside the cabin, and the heat is is belting out so much.
We drop our bags off and head outside again before we start sweating. There are no clouds today, so hopefully that holds out for tonight. We walk to the main hotel building and talk to the attendant there about the different safaris we can do during the day. They have a whole bunch. Fishing, dog sledding, They tell us we can do a sled dog or reindeer tour now…or tonight. Morry squeaks and squeals and so we pick the northern lights reindeer tour for tonight. That leaves us with many hours to just walk around, enjoy the art gallery, check out the menu at the two restaurants on the resort grounds, and generally just bother a bunch of Finnish people with all of our obnoxious questions and requests to take a picture of us by a thing in the hotel.
The reindeer ride to see the Aurora was amazing. I can’t say enough. It is not sow thing to be talked about sadly. It is something to be experienced. First off, reindeer stink, so there’s that, but the temperature got even colder and crisper and there she was. The green dancer herself, and here we were up on top on a foothill, hills surrounding us and no city lights. We are lights? With our cellphones. Taking as many pictures as we can Morry is beside herself, so happy. The igloos and restaurants earlier were just ok. Nothing to write home about and I’m pretty sure I ate microwaved reindeer. This is worth all of it.
When I tell you that you can feel it, I don’t know if you’d understand. You can feel the Aurora Borealis. Like…um….ok, have you ever been at a concert or a music festival? You ever sit by the speakers? When the bass hits and you feel it in your whole body, just this vibration. It’s like that, and then all this swirling green and blues and white, and reds. So many colors all leeching out to green, like old computers screens from the 80’s. Which I feel is fitting.
Morry and I have always been like a rom com 80’s movie. She is the pixie demure elegant woman, fiery and lovely. I am the nerd, with an insatiable appetite for mischief and fun. We make a wonderful team as we do now looking up at this wonderful sky. Our guide plays slots on his phone. Which I find hilarious. No matter where you go, someone will always find a way to take beauty for granted. Always. So we have this moment for as long as we like, our driver won 46 Euros while we were marking off our bucket list. Even with all the clothes and blankets and special hot tea by the time we were done with our excursion we were frozen to the bone but excited. Our guide took us back to the main building, where we walked to our igloo and got our pajamas and toiletries and robes,a long hot shower later and we rushed out to our igloo and closed the door against any more cold.
“Oh honey, look she followed us. “ I hear as I’m setting down my stuff. I look at Morry and she’s standing In the middle of the room with her hands clasped looking up at the sky through the top of the igloo. The aurora is so bright right now that it spread a green tint through our tiny igloo.
She looks at me with a smile and wide eyes and beckons me with her hands. I walk over to her and she leans down to kiss me. I wrap my arms around her waste and pull her to me. There is a green filter on everything. I grab her hand and lead her to the bed. We can hear other people walking around outside but I don’t mind. These privacy curtains are actually very nice as long as you aren’t trying to do anything standing up.
Morry sits down and crosses her legs. Her robe rides up a bit higher on her thighs. She leans back and cocks her head at me.
“Are you wanting something?” She asks, chiding me. I drop my robe on the floor, I start to slowly stroke my cock in front of her. My wife loves me, like to death, and can’t get enough of me. See my previous description of being paunchy and middle aged. She doesn’t take that. She sees a goddam Adonis, and who am I to correct her. If being an Adonis means as much love making and closeness as I can get with this women then so be it, Adonis I am.
She slides her hands along my thighs and pulls me closer to the bed. Her mouth slightly open, her eyes curious. She grabs my cock around the shaft and gently pulls on me, just this rhythmic pulling. She rubs her thumb along the underside of my cock that makes me shudder before she takes me in all the way to the base.
Can I tell you? I love making love to my wife. There is nothing better than here, with her. And she slides her tongue around my cock, her impossibly long tongue. She slides it firm along the underside, she swirls it gently as she sucks on the head of my cock, she turns her head and sucks on my shaft, like you do when you eat a popsicle and all you have is the popsicle stick left. She sucks on my balls and licks my ass a little. Her impossible long tongue snaking out to lick me. Making me jump and shudder.
I push her back onto the bed grab her legs and push them up as I sink into her wet pussy. She just sighs contentedly. I try not to cum right there as I slide back and forth inside of her, loving the silken feel of her. Loving how she gently squeezes me and slides, so wet and warm. I rub her clit with my thumb, just this gentle up and down around motion. We keep up this motion till she opens her eyes, snarls and cums all over my cock. I continue to fuck her and play with her clit till I’m satisfied I’ve gotten all her cum out of her momentarily.
I stop and slide down her beautiful body. Her pussy is trimmed and exhausted, but I want more. She whimpers under her breath and I slide my tongue across her push lips. She rests her legs on the floor to each side of me as I lick and suck on her slit. I nibble on her lust lips, grind my teeth together across her clit. I start to fuck her with my finger. She’s so wet inside I push in without any resistance. Her pussy quivers under my fingers, just these undulations that I feel inside here as I pump my finger in and out of her and I lick and suck her pussy.
We look like we are under green water. We are covered in facets of light and water that cover our bodies. She arches her back In this light and squirts pussy juice all over my face. Her stomach quivers and I hold her down and lick her even faster. Her orgasm comes back and she thrashes underneath me. I pummel her pussy with my finger, pulling her orgasm just a little further on my tongue. She is a live, cherry red wire, taut, quivering on the tip of my tongue, on the tip of my finger, until I let go and she falls back, jerking and catching her breath and I love her like this. I law at her breasts and pinch her boops gently. I lick her clit as light as I can until we are just laying there breathing together, my head on her thigh. She looks up suddenly and smiles.
“My turn.” She smiles and lifts her leg and gets up. I start to take my clothes off and she stops me with a hand and a tsk. She looks at me
“It’s my turn, not yours.” She says with her hands over mine. She goes over to her luggage and fishes out her strap on and shows it to me dangling from one finger. I smile as well as she walks over to me. She stands in front of me and pulls it over her long beautiful legs, pulls it up , it’s double sided so a smaller vibrator goes up inside her, and the bigger ok stands at attention in front of my face. She holds it there looking down at me till she goes around the bed and grabs a pillow. She places it in front of me and sits down on it with her arms on my legs and unbuttons me, pulls my pants and underwear down around my ankles. I immediately look to the windows, and she immediately grabs my chin and points it in the direction of her.
“No, this is my time, not theirs.” She says as she’s rubs her hands along the I side of my thighs. She cups my balls in her hand as she engulfs my cock. she makes a ring with her pointer finger and thumb and gently pulls down on my balls as she sucks me in her mouth. Just this lapping motions, like water on a boat, she creates waves with her tongue and hands and I am so erect that it hurts, my skin feels tight. She leans her head to side, so she can watch me as she licks my shaft. She sucks my balls and jacks me off, that same predatory look in her eye. She has grabbed her strap on, grabbed the outside shaft, and is using it as a handle to fuck herself as she sucks me off. The sounds are wet, delightful, her breath shakes every now and then across my green tinted skin.
“Stand up.” She says and I do, she has to scoot back a bit but not for long. She grabs my dick and sucks it down while her hands come around and pull my ass closer to her, my dick disappears into her mouth, all the way back until her lips touch my pubic mound, where she just rest. But her mouth doesn’t. She sucks and bathes my dick with her tongue. She sends lightning bolts down my skin. It feels so good I grab her by the hair and force myself deeper into her throat, I fuck her throat and she takes it all and when I look down, this women has the audacity to be smiling with a dick in her mouth and she actually winks at me. So I fuck her mouth harder and she only moans around my cock and I have a hard time not cumming right there. She gently pushes my hands away and continues to suck me off until with a soft plop my dick drops out.
“Lay back” she whispers as she stands up, her erection waving in the air. She grabs the lube and comes back and lubes up my ass, slowly, thoughtfully. I jump and shake with the raw nerve feeling I’ve come to. She also puts lube on her cock. She pulls my legs up in the air, my feet are sticking straight up. She she enters me, there is a small bit of confusion and I certainty before she pushes her cock inside of. She asks me if I’m ok as her fingers slowly encircle my now flaccid cock. I tell her I’m fine, her hands stroke me, as her thumb rubs up against the underside of my cock. She starts to fuck me, turning on both vibrators both mine and hers. I feels the vibrator in my ass, sending waves of pleasure/pain all through my body. My dick starts to get hard again. I start to move with her fucking me.
We weren’t always like this. This merging of sexuality and openness. But Morry is patient, and exciting and she wanted more.
“Turn over. “ she says and I do without question, just as she does without question. She lets go of my dick and pulls out of my ass, leaving behind shaky breath and my jerking nerves. I turn over and get on my knees. She is standing beside the bed. She gently pulls me back onto her cock with her hands. Once she is inside of me she continues to fuck me. Slowly at first, and then eventually with gusto.
I can feel the vibrators vibrating, waves of pleasure come off her as she fucks me. I close my eyes and just feel. I feel her hands reach under me to jack me off while she fucks me. She is beautiful, just this wonderfully sweet and alluring women. She fucks me harder, slamming into my tight ass and I cum.
When I say I cum, I do not mean this little dribble, and we grab our canes and cardigans for the night and we are done. I mean she is fucking my ass while I am cumming so every single moment borders on excruciating pain and pleasure and I am wracked with these feeling as my wife dips her fingers in the stream of my cum to lube up the shaft of my cock so she can milk all the cum out of me. And she does, I yelp and shudder as she fucks me and jacks me off and it feels like I can’t come down.
I can’t stop cumming till she stops. My cock is just pounding against my belly, just shooting blanks but still trying to cum. I yell into the pillow as she keeps fucking me until I feel her cum on top of me. She slams into me and grabs my hips to pull herself deeper into my ass. She shudders and shudders and screams up to the green sky as she fucks me exhausted. Jerkily she pulls her cock out of my abused asshole. I feel raw and satisfied. Like I’ve been thoroughly fucked. I crawl up to the head of the bad and get under the covers. Morry cleans up and cleans up our toys with some wipes and joins me.
“I love you.” She says as she slides in next to me and under the covers. I kiss her, my hands still roaming all over her body. I tell her I love her too. We kiss and then lay side by side, looking up at all that green.
The accommodations are just ok. The Aurora is beautiful. The company is always impeccable.
And that’s how we crossed The Aurora borealis off of our Fuck it list.