One St Patrick’s Day when I was in my late 20s my then boyfriend and I were invited to a St Patrick’s Day party. There was of course a dress code which was pretty loose. Come dressed Irish.
I took that fairly broadly and went dressed as a representation of the Irish flag – Emerald Green Bikini Top and Fluorescent Orange Bikini G-string my white toned belly being the white panel of the tricolour. Over this I wore an almost sheer white beach cover up through which my coloured national tribute was clearly visible.
My boyfriend wore a pair of orange/salmon coloured board shorts and a white T-shirt the top half of which I had dyed Green for him. On close inspection it was a bit rough but at 2m or so it was effective.
So there we were, a couple of Irish flags.
Anyway the party started at around 3 we got there around 4 and started by catching up on drinks with the other party goers. There was Irish Music new and old.
Pretty soon we were singing and drinking and swaying and singing and drinking. It was great craic.
What no one had told me was that there was a best costume award. This was chosen by the hosts who were a bunch of guys with whom my boyfriend played rugby.
My boyfriend and I insisted that we be judged as a pair largely because we were essentially the same costume but more because my devious competitive mind had a winning strategy in mind.
We were adjudged to be in the final three which was to be decided by how much applause and raucous acclamation each costume could garner.
When it came to the final vote my boyfriend and I were called out and stepped forward. I stripped off my sheer white cover and draped myself seductively over my boyfriend grinding up against his thigh and slapping my exposed arse cheek. The rugby crowd went nuts and we won.
Now, winning and stripping and grinding had gotten me a little worked up and with the buzz of a few drinks I found myself incredibly horny so we snuck off down to the back yard and started to make out down by the side of the house.
I got to the stage where making out and being finger fucked was just not enough and needed the real deal so I braced up against the cement render and pulled my G-string to the side.
My boyfriend pulled his cock out and up over the waistband of his boardshorts and positioned himself at my entrance. I was wet. Very wet. I could feel my juices cooling on my legs half way to my knees (or so it felt).
He leaned into me and in doing so slid his full length into me. He was 7″ but thick so he did meet with some resistance. I love that feeling when a cock goes in me for the first time. It never fails to deliver that feeling of relief and arousal. That full feeling is somehow comforting and stupefying. I love that feeling of cock drunkenness, slack jaw, dry mouth and a rush of moisture in my pussy. There are few better feelings.
Then he starts to work me over. His powerful hands hold my hips steady as he thrusts into me. As his pace builds I start to push back to meet his thrusts.
He sets a steady pace and reaches froward pushing my bikini top up over my boobs. One hand on my hip another on my boob he fucks me hard until I can fell my climax approach.
I reach back and stand up against him my hand finding his arm. His hand moves from my boob to my throat as the new angle has him hitting my GSpot with each inward thrust. That’s me. I’m over the edge and my orgasm crashes through me and over me as he pulls me tight into him. My knees buckle and I hear him grunt and feel his cum rush into me.
We stand frozen as the euphoria subsides and the warmth spreads through my body. I feel him come out of me and moments later the slow leak of his cum cooling on my flesh.
I turn and kiss him deeply. A long, satisfied, slightly light headed kiss.
We straighten up. I cover up and we return to the party the horniness beaten back temporarily.
I can feel him soaking my bikini bottoms. As my cover up moves as I move I can smell him wafting up from my cunt. We need to leave. We need to leave soon and continue what we started.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tgoggd/happy_saint_patricks_day_a_very_happy_saint