Where it happened: Ireland
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
This was not my first time, but it WAS my first time like this.
1995. She had been with me for several days and by God they were some days. We met at a hotel in Clifden, County Galway, Ireland, where I had been joining a gig on guitar with a guitar player and violinist. Her mom approached me after the gig and asked to talk.
It seems she had mistaken me for a rich eccentric English musician, the fault of my pal who was travelling in my camper van with me at the time. He was bragging at the bar about how he was my manager and bodyguard, so as to feel important. She had overheard.
“I’d like you to meet someone,” she said. “My daughter, she wants to meet you.”
I was going to leave that night for elsewhere. “Where is she, I’ll speak with her now?” I said.
“In bed,” Mom said. “OK, which room?” I asked.
No she’s sleeping with her sister.
I arranged to wait in the hotel bar at 10am the next day and what a surprise. She was gorgeous and seemed keen and eager to meet me.
I took her off for a meal and explained that I was not a rich eccentric English musician but just a poor guy travelling Ireland in my camper van as I had nothing else to do. That suited her, and she moved her bags from the hotel to my camper that afternoon.
That day we drove into the heart of Ireland’s lost country and when we parked by thr roadside for a coffee in the van, she got up and drew closed the curtains all around the vehicle. I was sitting in the front cab, and she sat next to me and slipped her hand into my trousers, eased out my cock and dropped her head into my lap, enclosing my dick in lips of warm satin. Then her tongue began to move. In moments, I was rock hard and bursting.
“OK, stand up on the chair, put your head out of the sun roof,” she said. I pulled back the sun roof of the cab and obeyed. It was a warm, sunny day. I felt her mouth encase me and she started moaning at what she was doing. God,it was unbelievable.
Down the road a tractor was coming. It drew close and I tried to keep a normal face as the driver tipped his had in greeting. “Nice day”, I croaked and wheezed. He probably thought me an English weirdo, or maybe he guessed. He just smiled and drove past.
Then the luxury of her lips, moving up and down my cock, and the insistent demands of her tongue got the better of me by far and in one exquisite explosion after another I came straight into her mouth as she pulled me deeper into her, all eagerness and want and desire. She drained me completely and I yelled in sheer pleasure, so loud that in the distance a murder of crows flapped up in alarm from a tall tree.
And that wasn’t all. As soon as I thought I would die from pleasure, she took me into the back of the van and sucked on me for a further 30 minutes, teasing me, taking me to the limit, thrilling me, until I exploded again in indescribable pleasure.
Needless to say, when it was over, I rolled her onto her back and licked her sweet fanny for over an hour, as she smiled, twisted, thrust and shuddered into orgasm.
She was a Boston girl living in New York at the time of 9/11 and so will never read this story in this life. But if wherever you are my love you should see these words, you are the sweetest stranger I ever had the greatest of fortunes and pleasures to meet in this life. God keep you happy!
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