I checked into my hotel room and hurried to find it, somewhere on the 2nd floor, room 203.
There's not much time for me to shower and dress before my much anticipated meeting with the dark haired Irish man who captured my interest recently.
Throwing my suitcase onto the bed I begin undressing and while my shaking fingers fumble with the buttons on my blouse I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower ready to step into. After the blouse lands on the floor my skirt and underwear rapidly follow and grabbing my shower gel I tie my hair back from my face and step under the steaming jet of hot water.
The water relaxes my aching muscles, it's been a long journey to get here, I hope my Irishman lives up to expectations.
Soap suds slide slowly down my glistening wet breasts, my nipples harden as I look at them and imagine how soon they'll be in his mouth and hands, teased and pinched until they're hard as pebbles sending urgent messages to my pussy to lubricate the way for a hard cock seeking release in the tight hot wetness inside me.
Unable to help myself my fingers part the lips of my pussy and aim the jet of water directly at my clitoris, mmmmmmm delicious.
Reaching up I take the shower head from it's holder and turn the dial to jet, then gently pulling back the hood of my clitoris I aim the stream of water directly at it.
Gasping and panting with pleasure it feels like barely seconds before I feel my pussy spasm in orgasm, WOW I needed that. Now that the edge has been taken off my sexual hunger I can concentrate on getting ready.
Stepping out of the shower I grabbed a towel and patted the water from my body and then smothered everywhere I could reach in moisturiser. I wanted every inch of me to feel smooth and soft to the touch when the time came.
Make up took a few minutes, extra attention to the eyes and mouth my best features, men love a woman who knows how to dress and act as a whore when the time is right, as long as they also know how to be a lady, it's a whore that will be stepping out on this date.
Black lace knickers and matching strapless bra covered with a skimpy black top and black skirt, my Irishman requested all black and blood red lips, it seems he likes the vampish look.
Throwing the few essentials I need into my bag I spray myself liberally with my favourite perfume Coco Chanel and slip into my black high heeled shoes.
The walk from my room to the car park seemed to take for ever, every step I felt myself moisten. Every inch of my body seemed highly sensitised, I was very aware of my nipples and pussy brushing against the lace of my underwear as I walked.
If I didn't hurry and get in the car I felt sure I'd feel juices trickling down my thighs before long and I'd be very red faced walking through a crowded hotel reception area.
Opening the door of my Freelander I climbed up and slid into the leather seat closed the door and started the engine, reaching over to the controls I turned on the air conditioning and set it to coldest, aiming the vents at my burning face.
I took a minute to compose myself and then read the instructions the Irishman had sent me, if the directions were as easy as they seemed it would be little more than 15 minutes before I'd meet him at last.
Almost exactly on time I pulled into the car park of the secluded picnic area we'd agreed to meet and there in the corner was sleek black saloon with the Irishman stood leaning nonchalantly against the side of it, legs crossed and hands thrust into his trouser pockets. A huge grin on his face the Irishman stepped forward, opened my door for me and waited for me to step down.
At 5'11" he was several inches taller than me and I looked up into beautiful piercing blue eyes, I just wanted to tear my clothes off and dive into those deep pools that shone with excitement and sensuality.
Without a word the Irishman put his arms around me drawing me gently against him and bent his head to kiss me. His lips were firm and moist coaxing a response from me, my hands slid up to his head and I pressed my body against his, my breasts crushed against his chest and I could feel his rapidly hardening cock against my stomach.
I heard myself moan as the Irishman deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as a demonstration of how his cock would thrust in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
With the fingers of one hand threaded through my hair, holding me firmly in place while he plundered my mouth, nibbling and sucking on my swollen lips before again thrusting his tongue into my mouth the Irishman slipped his other hand inside my top and slowly squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple a little through my bra and then slowly massaging with the palm of his hand.
The Irishman lifted his mouth from mine and I opened my eyes to look up at him, feeling almost drugged with passion. This was one sexy man and I wanted much more of what was on offer to me. I saw him look over at a wooden picnic table and the gleam in his eye as he winked at me and led me over to it by the hand.
At the end of the table he turned me so that my bottom was against the edge of the table and then used both hands to lift up my top so that it was around my chest, then he pulled my bra down releasing my breasts from their restraint.
Taking each one in turn he lowered his head and using the flat of his tongue to lap gently across the tip of each screamingly sensitive nipple before sucking hard till the pleasure turned to pain.
The Irishman slowly lifted my skirt till the hem was around my waist leaving me almost totally exposed except for my black lace knickers, then he slipped a finger inside them to feel how wet my pussy was.
When his finger brushed across my clitoris my body jerked in shock at the sudden lightning bolt of pleasure that shot through it. How much more of this could I stand before I went up in flames? It took only seconds for my knickers to drop to my ankles and me to step out of them.
Raising up on tiptoes I lifted my bottom onto the table and lay back spreading my legs wide as invitation to the Irishman to explore further.
Using both hands I held my pussy open and using just one finger began to slowly circle my clitoris and watching the expression on his face as he stared at my gaping sodden pussy.
I dipped a finger inside myself and scooped up some of the sticky juices there and then showed the Irishman my bounty before sucking the finger clean. I love to taste myself, slightly sweet, sticky and most definitely tasting of my aroused state.
Eagerly the Irishman bent down and began lapping at my pussy, sucking my clitoris into his mouth before going back to teasing it with the firm pressure of his lapping tongue.
I pressed my pussy hard against his mouth, urging him on, sucking harder, licking faster, lapping up my juices as they flowed from my pussy.
The sex flush spread throughout my body, my nipples were so hard they hurt, I thought they'd burst if pinched too hard, then there was the plateau right before orgasm that a woman experiences, not the climax but almost like being at the top of a roller coaster, that split second before you plummet and your stomach doesn't know whether it's with you or back at the top of the ride.
My pussy spasmed and I screamed as the Irishman thrust a finger deep into my ass and used it to fuck me. I could feel my juices mixed with his saliva trickle down to my anus to be used as lubricant for his finger to invade my ass, I gasped as he slipped a second finger inside me, moving them rhythmically in and out matching the tempo of his tongue against my clit. It was clear he was loosening my ass up to accept his cock afterwards.
Unzipping his trousers the Irishman smiled down at me and then holding his cock in his hand he rubbed it against my soaking pussy, the engorged head sliding across my swollen clitoris.
With a sudden almost unexpected thrust his cock entered my pussy, I gasped and moaned, his cock was thick and rock hard stretching my pussy.
The Irishman lifted my legs and spread them wider so he could force his cock even deeper inside me, I reached down and began to rub my clitoris my eyes looking into his sharing the passion, the air around us was charged with sexual electricity, you could almost hear it crackle.
The Irishman fucked me with long hard thrusts for several minutes, then pulled his cock out of my pussy, I looked at him expectantly, wondering what I'd be asked to do next.
Grasping my hand the Irishman helped me to sit up and then slid me off the table. He indicated I should sit on the bench at the side of the table, then he sat on the table himself positioning his body so that I was between his legs, now I knew what I had to do.
Licking my lips slowly I looked into the Irishman’s eyes, they didn't look so blue now, more grey if anything, I lowered my head and circled the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue before sliding my lips down the shaft, using the flat and tip of my tongue to tease as I went.
His cock was coated with a mixture of my pussy juices and his pre-cum, a heady mixture guaranteed to send me to even greater levels of horniness.
His balls were smooth and free of hair, gently I rolled them each in turn and then ran a finger nail lightly across the sensitive spot between his balls and ass, his cock jerked in my mouth and I felt his balls tighten in response.
The Irishman put a hand on the back of my head and pushed his cock deep into my mouth groaning in pleasure as he did so, I gagged slightly, his signal to withdraw a little and let me get some air.
I thought he was disappointed I'd not been able to deep throat his cock when he pulled out of my mouth, but the smile on said he felt anything but. Laughing he tweaked my nipples and slipped off the table again.
This time the Irishman bent me face down over the table and stood close behind me, his cock pressed against my ass. Reaching behind me I spread my cheeks offering the Irishman the last remaining pleasure hole on my body he'd yet to enjoy.
I felt his cock nudging my anus, seeking to gain entrance, I breathed slowly trying to relax for the pleasure pain I would experience when his cock first entered me.
An inch, then two and then the Irishman could restrain himself no more and thrust his cock deep inside me, I cried out and begged him to be gentle for the first few thrusts and allow my ass chance to adjust and stretch to accommodate him, but the Irishman was beyond restraint and continued to withdraw and thrust hard and fast. I could hear him grunting and panting, the sweat dripping from his body onto my ass, I swear his cock got harder, thicker and longer with every thrust, I thought he'd split me in two.
Barely half a dozen thrusts and my ass had loosened enough to allow me to enjoy it, anal sex is always an intense experience, the full, stretched feeling, the fact that to many anal sex is taboo adds to the excitement.
I move a hand between my legs and rub my clit hard, the Irishman is close to cumming I can tell by the urgency of his thrusts and the pattern of his breathing, I want to cum at the same time so that my anal orgasm will milk his cock dry and I'll feel his hot cum spurt deep inside my ass.
Just as I feel his cock start to jerk around inside me the Irishman grunting as he's so close to cumming my own orgasm rips through my body, my ass spasms gripping and releasing his cock, squeezing it tightly as though eager to release every last drop of cum from his balls.
I screamed in pleasure, my knees buckling as the Irishman continued to pound my ass as he shot his load inside me.
There was a soft plop as his cock slipped out of me and I could feel my ass gaping wide the result of his cock stretching it.
What heaven, definitely one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had, this Irishman had certainly done his country proud.
Finding I at last had enough strength to stand up I turned around, the Irishman was dressed again and unless you looked into his eyes you'd never know what he'd just been doing to me.
He smiled and put his hands on my cheeks lifting my face to be kissed, soft gentle kisses unlike the raw passion of earlier, a thank you perhaps for pleasures received.
Then with a smile and a wink the Irishman turned and walked to his car, he drove off with a wave of the hand and I stood watching until his car was out of sight, picked up my knickers and climbed back into my Freelander, there was a definte squelch as I sat on the leather seats.
Back to the hotel to shower and reflect on my Irish adventure, most likely with my vibrator against my clitoris.
Not one word had he said the whole time, my almost silent Irishman, yet he'd managed to reduce me to a quivering cum sodden wreck.
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Submitted by : DanesWood
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Oh yes, what a story! Exactly what I'd love to do. Anal fucking out in the open air! Masturbating so hard now. Got to go and get on the bed to give myself relief can't wait any more, oh yes.
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