What happens in Ireland, stays in Ireland…

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Venturing into a new city alone is always a little exciting and scary. Fortunately, for me, I got lucky and happened to run into a few very cute women at the airport that looked as lost as I was. After chatting a bit, we decided to team up for the day’s expeditions.

The one in the red pants immediately caught my attention. She was bubbly and personable. She was mostly a blonde but had some pink in her hair, with an absolutely gorgeous face. The red lipstick on her lips made them so enticing. And the body…the body was irresistible, with a perfect ass to match.

There was plenty to do, see and eat. We ventured off to see cathedrals, walked the city, and eventually made our way to temple bar with some guidance from a local. Sitting down for my first pint of Guinness and a shot of Jameson in Ireland. Both went down so smooth. While we were sitting down, the blonde’s friend got up to use the restroom. I decided now may be a good time to chat her up. As we’re talking, we seem to be connecting really well. We exchange light touches, and culminates in my hand resting on her soft, supple thighs. She rests her hand on mine and grazes my fingers. We both look down, and then back up looking at each other. We broke our touch as the friend was coming back from the restroom. I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time we touched…

We made our was to the Guinness factory and the Jameson distillery. We were having a blast, drinking some more, and taking copious amounts of pictures. As we’re walking through exhibits in the factory, I’m talking the time to get close to the blonde. I’d ask her to pose so I could get a good look at her, and when I was pointing out some things, I’d press my body up against hers…damn she smelt delicious. I decided to get a little bolder. This time when I went up from behind her, I gently grabbed her shoulder, pretending to point out something, and as I let my hand fall off her shoulder, it grazes the side of her breast, and my hand found itself on her hip. Neither of us seemed to mind that, but I was afraid the next step may have been too far. As she backed up, she bumped into me…and the throbbing cock resting in my pants. Again, she didn’t flinch so I was assuming she didn’t feel it. Did she?

We finally finish with the Guineas factory and on to the Jameson distillery. The cocktail selection was outrageous. This is when we may have had one too many, especially the blonde and me. Her friend met a few new people and was off talking with them, leaving us some time. Again I found my hand occasionally landing on her thighs, trying to make it as casual as possible. I’ve still got the hard on, so much so that you can see the outline in my pants. I catch her glancing more than a few times. I’m hoping she likes what she sees. With her glass of whiskey right near her mouth, she ask, “So is that thing because of me?” I was floored that she asked, was slightly embarrassed, and then quickly shifted to insanely hot. I respond with, “So I guess you felt that before too then?” And she admits “Of course I did…”

So many thoughts racing through my head, except one is screaming louder than the rest: I want her. And I’m going to take her right now. I look her in eyes, finish my drink and say, “Bathroom. Now.” Risky move, but I think she liked the conviction I had. I head the the bathroom and patiently wait, hoping she comes.

I hear a faint knock, as the door cracks open. She slips through not to show anyone that someone else is in there. I go to stand up, because I’m going to tear her clothes off and give her the best tongue fucking of her life, but she stops me. She sits me back down, kisses me with those perfect lips, and begins to undo my belt. She’s looking up into my eyes as she’s working to get my cock out of my pants, and she says, “Been wanting to see and suck this cock after I felt it in your pants.” She looks at it for a second, comments on it, then slowly wraps those pretty little lips around my head, gently bobbing her head, worshiping it. I then watch her start to go deeper, taking more and more of me with ever bob. God she can really suck cock. She knows exactly how to suck and where. Every time she goes down, I feel like she’s going to suck the life out of me and could make me cum at any second. I could have stayed there forever. But I crave pussy and now it’s my turn.

I grab a fistful of her hair as she’s mid stroke, kiss her, letting our tongues slides up against one another’s, and then stand her up. I get behind her and undo her pants, rip them to the floor in one motion, and dive face first into her pussy. I have her bent over the sink, looking at herself in the mirror, as I’m running my tongue up and down her soft pussy lips. Taking longer licks up to her ass, and finally, her pretty little clit. I spin her around, and prop her up on the sink so I can really begin to work her clit. Starting with gentle circles of my tongue and fingers, and moving to sucking on it. Ever so gently, taking my lips and wrapping her clit in them, slapping at it with my tongue, pressing on it with my lips, before I begin to punish her clit. As she’s moaning on the sink, I slide my fingers inside her and start finger fucking her….

So there she is, looking at her reflection and seeing me behind her, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and sinking my two of my fingers, knuckle deep inside of her. I know I just tasted her, but I can’t get enough, her cum is the sweetest tasting I’ve ever had. So while she’s looking at me in the mirror, she notices me take my fingers out, and I start licking them, just to get a better taste. She lets out an audible gasp because she’s never seen someone have an insatiable appetite for her. I’ve got her turning into putty—and I think she’ll let me do anything I want. I lean over and start whispering in her ear. Im asking her how she likes being finger fucked by a stranger, in a bathroom, in a completely different country. She tells me, “I needed this. I needed to be someone’s plaything. And I need that beautiful cock of yours…”

Hearing that has my cock pulsing. I know she’s soaked already, but I’ve got to make her wait a little longer. So I bury my face back between her ass and continue to eat like I’m on death row. I pull her ass wide open so my tongue can get deep inside her pussy. She can feel every single lick, every single lash at her clit. I can feel her tingling and I think she’s ready to cum. I go faster and harder, but as she’s about to climax, I take my finger and press it gently inside of her ass. Now I’m working has ass with my finger, her clit with my tongue, all while my other fingers are fucking her senseless. I stop and realize I don’t want her to cum yet, not like this. So I quickly spin her around, pick her up by the ass, prop her on the sink, and throw her legs as far back as possible. I could back to filling both holes and ravaging her clit with my mouth. I tell her she’s not allowed to cum until she asks for permission, and she wasn’t allowed yet because while she was bent over, I couldn’t get a good enough look at her face when she finally pops. I want to see the ecstasy in her eyes, her mouth moaning, and most importantly, I want her to look at the man that’s going to give her the best orgasm of her life.

Now she’s looking down at me, both hands resting on my head. I’m getting harder and harder thinking about just getting to be her little servicer. Working parts of her pussy she’s never felt. It’s time for her to cum. I show her my best trick with my mouth. I tilt my head sideways and I suck her clit into my lips. While it’s in there, I continue to suck while I’m slapping at it with my tongue. She starts to pull my hair so I know she loves it. I can see the combination of her cum literally running down her pussy, dripping off her ass and onto the floor. I don’t give a fuck what it is, I don’t want to let any of it go to waste, so I take my finger out of her ass, scoop some of it up, and my finger glides back inside. She does it…she cums for me, letting out a big moan that surely people outside the bathroom heard. She doesn’t care anymore and neither do I. I come up from between her legs, ask her if that was a good O, and then lean in for a lovely, soft kiss to bring her down from it. I’m letting my hands and fingers gently caress her body to sooth her. She looks magnificent in a little cum drunk state. See her like that told me I wasn’t done with her on this trip. There plenty left in her tank, and I plan on making her body sing.

I’m glad she got off. I love when women do. But we decide that’s enough fun for now because we have a city left to explore. I tell her to go back to the bar and wait for me. She responds, “How am I supposed to sit down with this puddle between my legs?” I laugh and realize we’ve been gone for a little while. I go to the gift shop and pick up a souvenir, so as to not raise awareness to her friend.

For the next few hours, we’re exchanging looks and glances, knowing we both want to fuck the other’s brains out. We’re touching each other, caressing each other. My hard clock has not gone away and it feels like it’s just going to explode. I can feel her starting to open up more and more. Finally she walks over to me and says, “I’m getting that cock of yours before this trip is over. End of discussion.” I was stunned. I’ve been mostly initiating most of the interaction, and she blindsides me with this. I’m hooked.

We get on the bus to another location. She got to sit next to me because her friend is napping. The bus is rather empty, but there’s still a few people. I’m taking her again. I throw my sweatshirt over our laps, and without saying a word, run my hand inside her pants. She still soaking wet. She grabs my hand as if she wants to take it out, but just ends up leaving it on my wrist, and then she shoves it deeper into her pants. She’s the perfect little slut for me….

I pull my hand down and my fingers are glistening, and she watches me take another taste of her in my fingers. We curb playing in the bus because her friend had to wake up, unfortunately, but we’re both itching at the chance to get at one another again.

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