Annika would look back at that night later as probably the best night of her life. And yet it had started out as just a pretty average evening.
Short, dumpy, with long, waist length, straw blond hair and piercing ice blue eyes, Annika kept what she considered her unattractive, sagging boobs well hidden under a range of huge, woolly pullovers. With jeans that were comfortable rather than shapely, her wide hips and comfortable padding of her backside did not exactly attract a lot of admiring glances. Not until that night. The night she turned up at the 'Roger the Dead Camel' motorbike rally, put up her tent and mooched over to the pub to drink and listen to other people's tales of exciting motorbike bourne adventures and exaggerated bravado. Drifting around the room, she finally settled at a table that was wreathed in aromatic smoke. A pair of warm brown eyes looked out from a face surrounded and covered in hair.
"Evening," said Kevin, instantly attracted to the eyes and blond hair of the beauty that sat before him.
Annika smiled and took a mouthful of her pint.
"Annika," she replied, non-committally, not know what she was starting, not knowing that within the hour she'd be writhing in ecstasy and wondering just how many times a night could you make love?
