People underestimate the eroticism of flowers. Some flowers bloom automatically, on their own, while some take time, effort, and care. I’ve always thought of women like flowers. When conditions are right, a bud will form, the sepals will begin to open up and expose her beautiful, delicate petals. She will beckon to you with her sweet nectar, ripe to be pollinated. The shamrock, native to Ireland, is known for its three leaf pattern but most people wouldn’t recognize her flowers. Colors vary, but the most beautiful flowers are a shade of pink, almost a light purple, with darker streaks, spiraling out at the base of the petals. That’s what came to mind when I saw her.
She had her fingers close to her mouth, with that particular shade of lipstick, paired with her deep green fingernails that matched her eyes perfectly. She looked like a shamrock that was blooming. She was beautiful and as soon as I saw her, I hoped that she was the green-eyed redhead that Lydia had described to me. She had on a form fitting dress with a plunging neckline that exposed freckles where her gorgeous cleavage had been kissed by the sun. Her fair skin made her red hair seem like a deep flame burning as she sipped her drink with those gorgeous lips. She had a pair of strappy heels on her tiny feet, showing off her recently painted toenails that were almost as beautiful a shade of red as her hair.
She smiled when she saw me and I walked over and sat down at her table. We exchanged greetings and I was taken with her voice. She had a smoky quality that elicits improper thoughts in the man she’s speaking to and there was something about her accent. I couldn’t place it at first, something about her inflection and the way she pronounced some of her words, on every one of which I was hanging. Then, the puzzle came together, her red hair, her fair skin, the Celtic jewelry, screamed Ireland. She must have move to the area young but retained some of her accent. It all blended into a sexy, symphonic sound that was second only to her beauty, inspiring an arousal in me that I’d rarely felt.
It wasn’t long until she had kicked off one of her heels and her perfect, tiny foot felt its way up my leg. Her touch completed the three parts of her that were causing me to want to throw the table aside and take her right there in that hotel bar. Like a seductive little shamrock.
As her foot reached my groin and my already erect member, her green eyes widened as she realized what she was touching. Her heel dug into the base of my shaft as her toes caressed my corona. She looked at me and whispered, “Is that….?” To which I nodded.
She slid me her room key, I stood up quickly and grabbed her hand as she quickly tried to slip back into her shoe, and we were off to the elevator. She eyed my erection, which was all too obvious in my suit pants but I didn’t slow down to hide it.
As the elevator door closed, I leaned down and began to kiss her. I made my way down her neck and kissed the two large freckles on her breast that I had been eyeing all night. I pulled down the font of her dress just enough to slip her pert nipple into my mouth. I kissed the tantalizing spray of freckles across her breast and sternum and did the same to her other nipple. She was rubbing on my large erection when I spun her around. I pushed her petite frame around toward the wall of the elevator. She grabbed the handrail and bent at the waist. In one fluid motion, I pulled up her dress to expose her round luscious ass and pulled her thong down to her heels. I buried my face in her ass cheeks and began to lick. I started by licking her labia and the entrance to her vagina. I could taste her sweet nectar as I licked and sucked on her pink petals. I extended my licking to her perineum and I could feel her tense in anticipation. She dropped her head, her beautiful red mane shook, and she uttered, “Oh, Fuck!” as I let my tongue drift down to her perfect, tight anus. She was squeezing her nipple and moaning as the bell rang for our floor.
I picked up her thong from the elevator floor and felt the wetness of it as she pulled me in an almost sprint down the hall to her room. We fumbled with the key as neither one of us wanted to stop kissing and caressing long enough to focus. The door finally opened and we fell through it. Our bodies entangled.
I pushed her onto the bed and spread her knees apart exposing a perfectly groomed blaze of red hair. She began moaning again as I buried my face, tongue first, into the petals of her delicate pink flower. I ran my tongue around her clit as she gripped the sheets with her perfectly manicured, long, green nails. I continued to work the edges until I knew for sure that she was fully aroused. Her moans got higher pitched and her breathing intensified as I felt her clit harden against my tongue. I shifted to licking her clit directly and her hand went from the sheets to my hair. She began to swear in that lovely mixed accent and it was driving me wild. I was throbbing as I sealed my lips around the base of her clit and sucked.
As soon as the sensation hit her, her smooth thighs tightened around the sides of my head. I sucked and licked furiously as I her thighs muffled the sounds of her screaming. Wave after wave of orgasms rocked her body. I was locked in place by her thighs so I kept going, sucking her clit and working it with my tongue, between my lips, as she clawed and came time after time. As long as I was there, I wasn’t stopping, I loved her coming, and until I stopped she couldn’t stop coming to let me go. We were locked in an epic battle to see who would give out first, and I could go all day.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, she began to claw and climb away, up the bed, so I relented and gave her reprieve. Laughingly, I asked, “How many was that?” and she choked out between gasps, “I don’t know, they just kept coming. Oh my god! I feel like I just did a thousand crunches.”
She watched, breathlessly but intently, as I unfastened my pants and worked to free my pounding erection. My cock was aching to get out of my pants as I unzipped. Her eyes widened and she seemed to catch a second wind when she saw it. “That has to be the most beautiful cock I have ever seen.”
I grabbed one of her legs and drug her to the edge of the bed and asked if she was ready. She eagerly nodded and reached to help guide it in. Her eyes rolled back and she started to moan immediately as I slid my thick shaft slowly, inch by inch, into her. She was tight and unbelievably wet, and the warmth made me weak in the knees as it overtook my member. I angled my thrusts to ensure that my body was rubbing her clit on each stroke and it didn’t take long before I felt her start to climax again. I fought back a grin as her dark emerald fingernails dug into the skin on my broad shoulders. Her grip got tighter and I felt her body as it was rocked by another debilitating orgasm. She couldn’t move as I continued to thrust through her climax until she was on the verge of a second. I began to lose it as she came the second time. She could sense it and pushed me back. Both of her small hands slid up and down my shaft and over my glans as she ran her tongue over the tip. She leaned back her head and gave a victorious laugh as she made me explode all over the gorgeous spray of freckles that covered her breasts.
As she milked the last of my cum from my shaft, she said, “ We need to get cleaned up.” and led me by my cock to the bathroom. What is it with women using my cock as a leash?
There, we found a huge tub with jets and she filled it with hot water and sweet smelling bubbles. She motioned for me to sit down and she sat in front of me. We sat there soaking and I massaged her beautiful perky tits as she ran her fingers up and down my member. My gaze followed her legs down to a little anklet and she ran the high arch of one foot along her other leg. In this light, the paint on her toenails was a blood-red. She turned and kissed my chest. Looking up at me with those beautiful green eyes, she kissed her way down to my glans. I gasped as I saw those beautiful, pink, shamrock flower lips kissed the head of my cock for the first time. I watched with bated breath as she kissed down my shaft and then licked her way back up again and again. She suddenly paused while kissing the side of my base as if she had noticed something. She checked the other side and looked up at me and asked, “Are those scars?” I smiled and nodded sheepishly, “Vasctomy. Long story.” She got an excited look as she processed what I said. “So….you can’t get me pregnant?” I smiled sheepishly again and shook my head. She took me into her mouth and sucked me in and out until I was throbbing. Then, she popped me out of her mouth and started to climb up onto me. “I want you to cum inside me.” She said as she guided me into her. The heat from her vulva was intense, exceeded only by the temperature inside her. She proceed to grind her hips into me as water began sloshing out of the tub. Her marvelous tits bounced in my face as she braced on my shoulders. I placed my massive hand on the small of her back to push her clit into me as she worked her hips. Soon I could tell she was getting close again. I held on with all my might and clenched my kegel muscles as she started to come. The sound and feel of her, coupled with her nails in my shoulders, was more than I could take. I exploded into her as she came. She began to kiss me wildly, biting and sucking my lips, and collapsed onto me in the water.
We spend most of the night in the tub, alternating between her working me with her mouth and riding me until I was drained of all bodily fluids. During the breaks when we refreshed the hot water, she assured me that this would be a regular thing and, frankly, I can’t wait.
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