0 comments/ 28264 views/ 2 favorites Luck of the Irish By: sazzy I have always been as avid sports enthusiast. Besides enjoying the actual sporting events itself, it is a terrific place to see great looking men; Couldn't ask for a better place for a lady to be. When a group of friends suggested we attend our local hockey teams "Green ICE" game for ST Patrick's Day, I was all for the idea. In honor of the holiday, besides turning the entire rink GREEN, a local radio station was doing promotions. Just prior to the face off, the announcer came on and explained that they would be calling two ticket numbers of all the tickets sold to be VIPS for the evening. These people would have special seats with the team, meet all the players after the game, and attend a special St. Patrick's Day party with the them. I had just returned to my General admission seat with a tray full of "Green Beers" for everyone when they announced that they were calling the lucky numbers shortly. As they read the first number, I was still passing out beers to our group. One of the other ladies of the group looked at her ticket and said "OH, I was only ONE number away!" I dug my ticket out. It was MY number! I was so excited. After being congratulated by my group, I went to the PA stand to collect my prize. The thought of sitting and being close to those fabulous hockey hunks for the evening was enough to put me on quite an incredible high. Then to get to meet the players after the game was just such a rush. I was standing talking to the announcer, while we were waiting for the other lucky person to come forward, so they could take us to our "special" seats. Up walks a gal, holding her ticket. If you put 500 people in a line and said "choose the hockey fan"; she would have the 499th pick. She was in her late twenties. She had shoulder length straight mousy brown hair, slight build, glasses. A fare complexion was the back drop for her soft thin pink lips. She could have easily passed for any librarian in the world. She wore loose jeans on her slender frame, with a sweater buttoned all the way to the top. A crisp white collar poked out of the neck of her sweater covering what little curves she had. Her flat white sneakers added no additional height to her already above average height. She was shaking she was so nervous at approaching us with her ticket. I had now had several green beers, and am very out going anyway. What a contrast my partner of the evening and I made. I am in my late 30's, but still get carded buying alcohol occasionally. Standing just 5ft , my long golden blonde hair appears long and full. I am full figured and always smiling. My full size 38D's filled the entire front of the hockey jersey I had on for the occasion. Being so short, I could have wore the over sized jersey with nothing underneath, but donned a pair of matching leggings and black heeled boots. The white in the jersey showed off my golden brown tanned face. The PR people from the radio station and arena introduced themselves to us; we to them. The library mouses' name was "Jane". How appropriate, plain boring Jane. I was just about thinking to myself "I left a group of wild fun people to spend the evening with this gal?" when we approached our seats. We were basically sitting right WITH the players. These young fit studs look good from a distance, but up close, with their skates making the appear much taller, and the pads making them look much bigger, much sexier, wow, it was like smorgasbord. I loved the curious glances we received from several of the players as we approached. We took our seats as the music was playing and people were really getting into the spirit of things. The "mouse" had not said 2 words up to this point. She looked timid and frail next to these burly hockey players. The announcer called people to their feet for the national anthem. I turned to face the flag. When I did, thats when I saw Shay for the first time. The players had taken off their helmets, and I got a good look at faces rather then just bodies. He was looking directly at me. His eyes were probing to lock together with mine. I had no choice but to connect with him. His eyes were a vibrant deep green. I could see the green tones and highlights with him standing next to the green ice. He appeared to be one of the older members of the team. His dark short styled hair was tossed and ruffled from removing his helmet. A thin scar showed up lightly across his cheek bone. No doubt an injury suffered in a game. His strong and well defined chin framed out the rest of his rugged look. I could hear the National Anthem coming to an end. I hated to look away from him, yet knew in seconds the spell would be broken. In an instant, he had winked at me, and smiled showing me beautiful white teeth and eyes that lit up with excitement. People were still on their feet and clapping. Queens "We are the champions" was blaring in the back ground. I watched the whole team begin to suit up and begin to wish each other good luck. It was so cool being right there with them, listening to them talk to each other. I was really enjoying my "prize". I looked over at Jane. She had sat back down and was wringing her hands. "Come on girlfriend, isn't this incredible? What a view we have from here!" I said motioning to the players now bent over in front of us. She made some non committal comment as I stood there in awe of all the prime meat displayed in front of me. I was trying to locate Shay, to see if he was going to start. It was hard to tell them apart after they had their helmets back on. As my eyes searched, I saw him. He had his glove off, he gave me the "thumbs up" sign, then, held his finger out and pointed at me and made eye contact. Sexiest thing I have ever seen. Off he skated. The game was fast and furious. You cannot be at a hockey game long, even not being a fan, and not get caught up in the incredible force and pace these men keep up. Even Jane was showing signs of life now and then. I had to have another beer and use the ladies room. I asked if Jane wanted a beer. She of course declined, saying she didn't drink beer. Geez, there was a surprise. I made it to the concession stand. The line was endless. So as not to miss any more of the game, I ordered a few extra large beers. I also noticed they served wine as well. Now, that looked more like Jane. If they made a foofoo drink with an umbrella, that would have been better, but I figured the wine would be a good ice breaker for her. Maybe loosen her up a bit. I was delighted to find when I returned to my seat that she did in fact like wine, and said that she was very thirsty. She slammed the first glass down before I had even got back settled in my seat. The next quarter started as her wine disappeared again. The game was very close. The announcer did an excellent job keeping people into the game. Music played at every quiet interval, the play by play announcer had you on the edge of your seat. My heart raced every time I saw Shays number skate quickly by. I was watching his every move. He was fantastic. Right in front of where we were sitting he stole the puck from the opponent and sent an awesome slapshot right at the goal. It all happened so fast, no one had time to defend the goal as the puck sailed into the net. As his team mates congratulated him , he turned to look at me. Yes I was watching. He raised his hand to me as if to say "ALL RIGHT". I copied a "high 5" in the air to him. I sat back down. Jane leaned over to me and said "he is fascinated with you , you know". I said " I am sure he has a whole stand full of ladies ooohing and ahhhing over him" The wine definitely had loosened her up. We made another trip out to use the ladies room and for refills. With just minutes to go and 3 glasses of wine, Jane had become quite a lot of fun. She was clapping, hooting, hollering. My plain Jane had loosened up and was even talking about the physiques of some of the players. She was enthralled with the goalie. Before the start of each period when he would scuff the ice in front of the goal, and limber up. I have to admit, my heart did a flip watching this 200 pound plus man, doing the splits, and on all 4's. I couldn't resist reminding her she was going to meet him after the game at the party. As I did, her face became a crimson red. "Relax" I said to her. "He won't bite, well maybe not hard enough to leave marks anyway." Janes face once again turned a bright red. "I have never even spoke to a man like that" she confessed. "Well girlfriend, tonight, you have the luck of the Irish with you, because you are going to get to talk to a WHOLE team of men, JUST like your goalie hunk. Who knows, maybe we will even get to steal a kiss or two." I replied to her. I saw a smile spread across her thin lips. The game continued on with an exciting finish. Our team won easily 4-2. The celebration had already begun with the men skating over and shaking hands with the other team and slapping each other on the backs. It was so exciting to be right there on the ice being a part of the festivities. I noticed Jane looking for her goalie hunk in the malay of pumped up men. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him and a flush spread quickly across her fair complexion. I followed her suit and scanned the ice for my hockey hunk, Shay. About the time I located him, he had skated in front of me stopping with a quick edge on his blades. For the first time in a long time I was at a loss for words. As he took his helmet off, and reveled his dark, wet hair, he couldn't have looked any more "manly." "Good game, I really enjoyed it" was the best I could come up with. He smiled that rugged, white dazzling smile again, exposing a to die for set of dimples on the sides of his mouth. "We aim to please ma'm" was his response. He might as well of said "Let me make love to you right now" judging from the way his eyes caressed me and his words made my body feel. Just then the promotions manager from the radio station approached us. "You'll get your turn to talk to these fella's later, ladies. We need you to come with us for some pictures and to take you to the party." I shrugged and caught his eyes as they whisked us away. I saw Jane still staring at her goalie. We were lead to an annex area that was set up with all kinds of Irish food and an open bar. Shamrocks adorned the tables full of food. I truly felt at that point like I had picked up a four leaf clover that day myself. I reached out and grabbed Jane and pulled her close as we mingled in and out of the forming huge crowd. I recognized media personal from TV as well as local dignitaries and sponsors. Jane and I had just managed to get a drink when the crowd erupted. The music stopped for a moment and the MC pumped the crowd. "Ladies and gentleman, YOUR WINNING TEAM". In poured the players, now in their street clothes. Other then most of them having freshly washed and wet hair, it was almost impossible to distinguish the players from the guests. As the crowd grew, Jane snuggled even closer to me. So close I could smell her delicate flowery scent. She was searching the crowd, as I was, trying to get a glimpse of our players. I saw her goalie first. Standing well over 6ft, he was easy to spot. I saw him at the bar. He had downed one beer immediately, and was drinking a second with a third in his hand as he walked away. I was trying to keep track of where he was headed when I saw him reach out and hand a beer to someone. It was Shay. "Oh my GOD,girlfriend, follow me" I told Jane as I grabbed her hand and started pulling her along, heading in the area I had just seen the goalie and Shay. On the way I spotted one of the radio promotions people. "There you are ladies, we need to get a few pictures of you mingling with the players" she quipped. And I had JUST the players in mind as I pointed to our targets. She ushered us right along. "Gentleman" she called to them. "Would you please pose for a few pictures for our Green Ice promotion". I saw that almost "eyeroll" look on their faces, till they realized who they were going to get their pictures taken with. No one seemed to mind as the photographer asked us to move a little "closer" to each other. Or to "squeeze in". We made quite a little four some actually. I could tell by the look on Janes face that she was in total awe. She looked at her big goalie with the most adoring eyes. The surprising thing was the softness he had taken on when returning her gaze. The last time Shay put his arm around me for a picture, he whispered in my ear "I was so afraid I would never see you again". I still have that picture hanging in my den, that they took right after he said that. I was beaming ear to ear, he was smiling so sly and sexy, and Jane and her Goalie were cuddled up like old high school sweethearts. It was at that moment our "lucky" evening took a turn even luckier. The four of us stood together making small talk, laughing. We had worked our way back to the bar for more cocktails. The music was playing a bit loud, making too much conversation a bit hard, but it was one of those moments, when words really weren't needed. All too soon, the lights got brighter, and the music stopped. "We'd like to thank all of you for coming out this evening. This ends our post game reception" the announcer informed the now thinning crowd. I could tell by the look on everyone elses faces, that they were as disappointed as I was. The goalie spoke up " You know, I know a place where we could continue this ST. Patricks Day celebration that is not too far from here". We all agreed and immediately made our way out to the parking lot. I was worried about Jane going along with this twist in plans, so I suggested she ride with me. As we followed the men, she bubbled with excitement and nervousness. She confessed that her sexual experiences were very limited. I sort of thought that from the first minute I laid eyes on her. I assured her that she would be fine. The wine that she had consumed through the evening certainly helped take the edge off. I could tell that she was very turned on, and a little infatuated with her goalie. Its wasn't a few miles away that we turned into a very upscale condominium complex. They drove us through security gates and to a private culdesac. The goalie seemed to do well for himself. Jane was having cold feet as I had to pry her from the car. As I was helping her out of the car, the goalie came to my rescue and offered his elbow to her. For being such a big rough and tough guy, he had the sweetest romantic side. I had no doubt, Jane was in good hands. Shay had that "bad boy" look in his eye, and gleam in his smile. He radiated sexuality, and I couldn't wait to get a taste of it. We entered the condo and settled around a bar area. Drinks were served. When I looked over and saw the Goalie plant the most romantic long deep kiss on Janes lips I had ever seen; MY heart fluttered, I can't imagine what that tonsilectomy did to my innocent new friend. Shay took this as his cue, and came and led me out onto a secluded deck area with a hot tub. It was a warm evening for March as I finaly got to taste his lips. The kiss was incredible. There was nothing shy or tentative about it. He kissed me with raw passion and hunger. His tongue found mine instantly. I followed his lead kissing him back with pent up passion from a whole night of lusting him. Our bodies pressed harder and harder together. I felt his harness pressing against me. I loved the way it felt. I pressed myself even harder against him. "Last one in is a rotten egg" he teased, as he pulled off his shirt. Not to be out done, I pulled off my jersey and stepped out of my pants. As I pulled my sports bra over my head I heard his breath catch. "Oh my GOD, do those things have their own zipcode?" he asked me captivated with my full breasts. He came to me and cupped both my breasts in his hands and began kneading them, pushing them together. "Oh baby, I;d love to titty fuck that nice pair" he moaned. He was now totally naked and I was in awe of his rock hard body. From skating, his thighs, legs and ass were rock hard and rippled with muscles. I eased him toward the hot tub so he could rest on the edge. I bent over him, letting my breats fall forward. Pushing them together with my arms, I slid his very erect cock between my cleavage. It was such an incredible sight, in the moonlight seeing his hard cock head sliding up and down between my big mounds. I could tell by the precum forming on the tip of his head, that he was enjoying the show as well. As his head of his cock came forward toward my mouth as it was sliding up and down in my cleavage, I teased the very tip of his head with my wet tongue. His precum, my saliva, and the cool air, was creating quite a sensation for Shay. I saw him throw his head back, increase the momentum, and his hands grabbed my breasts and thrust them even tighter together. "You like fucking my tits don't you babe" I rhetorically asked him. "Pinch my nipples now" I commanded him. I could tell he liked me talking nasty to him. Every time I said something, I could see the look in his eyes and his thrusts increased. I could tell he was very close to cumming. I wasn't sure if he could recoop enough after an orgasm to return me the favor or not, but it was so so sexy watching that cock now dripping with precum, sliding between my cleavage. "Cumm on my tits babe, let me see you spurt your cumm all over me" i encouraged him. Thats all it took, he erupted with a loud moan as his cumm spurt all over my breasts and chin. I stuck my tongue out to catch the next round of drops flying from his head. His salty cumm hit the end of my tongue as I greedily licked it up. He smiled at me, and bent down to kiss me again. In the middle of a long playful kiss, he leaned over and pulled me close, cascading us backwards into the deep hot tub. I loved his playfulness as well as his sexuality. We soaked a bit, talked, exchanged views on world peace, laughed. It felt very natural, very comfortable. I was warm so had pulled myself up onto the edge, my feet dangling in the water. He came before me, still standing in the hot tub. He spread my legs, pushed me back a bit more. Looking in my eyes, he took his fingers and began exploring my wet and slippery pussy. Even the warm water had not washed away my wetness. His fingers slid in and out of my fuck hole, as well as slid across my clit, now getting harder and more sensitive by the minute. I began to rock my hips with his motions, rocking against his fingers sliding in and out of me. He spread my pussy lips wide, and began lapping my pussy with his tongue. The contrast of his warm mouth and the cool air was sending shivers up and down my entire body. It was not long before I felt the beginnings of an incredible orgasm building. I could feel his tongue probing my hot hole, and then flicking my clit. He would get my clit in between his lips and suck it into his mouth, creating the most intense feeling; almost painful it was so exquisite. I threw my head back to arch my body closer to his mouth. That is when I saw Jane and her Goalie through the sliding glass doors. The Goalie had Jane layed back and legs spread on the kitchen counter. She was completely naked, showing the fairest creamy skin I had ever seen. Her bush was a light brown, like her hair. He was squeezing her nipples in each hand, as his face was buried between her legs. He was literally sliding her back and forth on the counter as he was eating her and tongue fucking her pussy. It was an incredible sensation to watch Jane getting the same thing I was. It intensified immediately my orgasm building. In no time at all, I was cumming in waves all over Shays face. I knew it was turning him on. I could feel him moan and the vibrations sent waves to my pussy. Luck of the Irish Maggie O'Malley considered herself lucky, at least in the fact that her family's curse had not afflicted her. Then again until she started her graduate degree she had closed herself off to the possibility of romantic relationships. She joked that by earning another degree she was giving the curse another chance to work its magic. Here she was a few months from graduating and despite it all she felt just as bad as if she was cursed. Her family was thrilled and she felt like crap, and being at her family's bar was not helping this time. The curse was a simple thing, both of her brother's had gotten married before they graduated and their wives were pregnant before they finished college. Her uncle went through the same thing before he graduated college, her mother married first but was pregnant when she graduated college. Her grandmother was married and pregnant when she graduated college. Her grandfather never went to college, and it seemed to carry on through her grandmother who had been born four months after her parents married. There were no records beyond that, but considering her cousins followed the same pattern, it seemed inevitable. Maggie was at the bar idly throwing darts with stellar accuracy, when her best friend Hailey strolled over. "So how is the writing going?" Maggie was home for Spring Break and trying to avoid pressure. Maggie groaned, "If one more person asks me about Jeremy or my thesis I just might kill myself." She picked up her beer glass and drained it, at least she had a high tolerance for alcohol. Unlike Jeremy who had such a severe reaction to a single drink that he was practically allergic to the stuff. She pushed the memory of him from her mind. The last thing she needed was to think of his hot athletic body. "Okay, so what shall we talk about? How about the cute guy over there." Hailey knew better than to ask about Jeremy. Sometimes she thought Maggie had loved him, other times she wasn't sure, especially as Maggie refused to talk about how things ended between them. "Please, my life is complicated enough." She stood up and put her jacket on. Maggie half smiled, and promised to get together with Hailey when she was not quite so busy. She still had a lot of work to do, despite the break from college. Maggie went up to her empty old room, it seemed odd that it was just this last Christmas that things went so very wrong. Her family had tested Jeremy, and he had failed on so many levels. She recalled how things had progressed from friendship to lovers. She pushed the memories away, trying to control her bodies response to the images of his body. Of course none of that mattered now, he had called her the wrong name at an intimate moment. It was only then that she realized he was not over his former crush. It had crippled her emotionally for over a month, she had thrown herself into her thesis, and at least was ahead of schedule. She looked over her research, and worked until her family interrupted. Then it was a mass of food and conversation. She avoided prying questions, sometimes she wished she had sisters instead of brothers. Then one of her sisters' would make a comment and she would be glad she had brothers. They were over protective, idiotic, and she loved them for it. Maggie managed to find time to spend with Hailey, avoid awkward questions from her family, and tried to stay away from 'the cute guy at the bar.' Unfortunately her family owned it and she ended up there on St. Patrick's day and the bar was a green haze. Her older brother was celebrating his anniversary and her parents were watching the kids. So she was stuck behind the bar, wearing an old tiny t-shirt that said something suggestive. Hailey had stopped by for lunch, but she had her own family to take care of, so she was basically on her own for the evening. That "cute guy" Hailey had pointed out earlier was back tonight. He seemed to be doing his best not to be obvious about ogling her. As closing time neared she found herself wondering who he was. He didn't seem like the collegiate type, and he didn't look like the typical barfly. Luke had a thing for red heads, and this gal had beautiful flame kissed hair. He'd been watching her, trying not to be obvious, especially as she seemed to not want the attention. The other day she had accepted drinks, but sent polite declines back to him. She had this way about her, and he couldn't help but want to get closer to her. When she was closing the bar on St. Patrick's, he was upset and excited. Luke could get some time alone with her, but it would be obvious he was interested. When closing time came around his nervousness increased. His palms were sweating and he felt like he had too much to drink. Maggie knew exactly how much he had to drink and noticed that his hand was shaking. "Forget your designated driver?" she asked. The way he looked at her made her feel strange inside, and danger bells were going off in her head. "Something like that," he tried to laugh it off, but he was tongue tied. Luke was usually pretty easy going but she had a strange affect on him. "I usually don't drink like this," he offered. He sounded incredible lame, he hadn't thought about how she might feel after dealing with drunks all day. "Can I arrange a ride for you?" she asked as she cleaned things up. It was second nature to close down the bar, she'd been doing it since she turned eighteen. In fact it was pretty surprising that she'd remained a virgin for so long. Then again when you had several brothers she had become expert at spotting bullshit. She had also known most of the guys her age for too long to think of them romantically or sexually. "I'm going to need my car in the morning," he handed her his keys. It was strange as if he didn't have a lot of control over his actions. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that she would offer to take him home, but a small part of him hoped. It was a wild hope, and he dared not believe it was possible. Then she spoke and it was like a dream come true, even as he dared not wish for more than just extra time alone with her. "Where do you live?" she asked as she picked up his keys. As the youngest child it wasn't often that she got to drive someone else's car. In fact she didn't even get her own car until she finished her undergrad degree. That was mainly because she had applied to graduate programs out of state, where she would need a car of her own. It had been the best thing for her, to get away from the drama of her family. Except for right now when she was stuck back in the middle of it. She was actually looking forward to returning to school, despite the stress of finishing her thesis and the transition to the working world. He rattled off his address without thinking and she said she knew where that was. Somewhere in his hazy mind it finally dawned on him that she was offering to take him home. Luke was very glad that his room mate was celebrating St. Patrick's out of town. Then again he rationalized it wasn't as if something more was going to happen. His spirit was willing, but his body, well alcohol had taken care of that. Luke hated the thought even as he managed to get into his car without any help. He should have laid off on the beers, but when someone was buying a round, it was tough to turn down a free drink. His inhibitions were equally impaired as he made a clumsy pass at her as she made sure he got to the door and was handing over his keys. She was surprised at his behavior, the kiss was uncomfortable. Maggie could smell the alcohol on his breath and had noticed other signs of intoxication. He fumbled for words, he had surprised himself. "I just noticed what your shirt said." That sounded even lamer, as he would have to be blind not to notice the way her shirt clung to her breasts. It said in bold green letters, 'Kiss Me I'm Irish.' She opened the door for him and helped him stumble inside. "I guess I should have expected that." She could feel the press of his body against hers as he leaned on her. Maggie felt emboldened by the knowledge that she was safe with him because he was inebriated. She turned into his body and kissed him back, it had been a long time since she felt wanted as a woman. He was lost in that one kiss, he wanted it to last forever. Luke wasn't sure what was going on, it seemed like a dream. Her lips were soft, warm, and pliable against his. He felt his body betray him as his tongue brushed her mouth. She wasn't prepared for the extra weight as he fell against her. She stumbled a few steps and ended up underneath him on the nearest chair. Common sense was fighting with the rush of excitement coursing through her veins. "Do you think you could eat something?" Somehow she managed to stand up and dump him into the chair as she flicked on a lamp. She noticed his nod as she headed to the kitchen. Maggie enjoyed looking through other peoples cupboards. The tricky part was finding something edible that would stay in his stomach. He started coughing and managed to get both of their clothes in the process. Luke felt like a complete idiot, he knew he was not making a good impression. Somehow despite it all she helped him take his shirt off, and took off her own. She handed him a glass of water and set the plate of food beside him. He was stunned as she headed back to the kitchen and set out to rinse the shirts out in the sink. She was wearing a simple bra and on her it looked stunning. Once again he wished he hadn't had so much to drink. She wasn't sure if she felt bad for him, or if she just felt for him. It was strange to feel comfortable around him wearing her bra. She glanced back, he wasn't ogling her anymore. Or if he was he wasn't being so obvious about it. He was snacking and she was thinking of how this could be her last chance for a no strings fling. He wasn't sure what surprised him more, that she stayed or that she was seducing him. Luke wouldn't remember much about that night, other than her glorious smile. Maggie on the other hand would remember every glorious detail of that night from the stumble to the bedroom to the feel of riding his body until he was spent. Maggie managed to slip away in the middle of the night, she hadn't been able to sleep next to him. The walk home in the cool air, helped her settle her thoughts. She kept recalling how it had felt to be wanted, even though she never told him her name. She laughed as she realized she hadn't known his name either, now it was a matter of staying away from the bar until it was time to head back to college. It was one time her family managed to help her out. They appreciated her closing on St. Patrick's and so she got to focus on her thesis. She was driving on Sunday afternoon, life seemed far from simple, but at least she was still on track for graduating in May. Her small apartment seemed even smaller. It wasn't much but it suited her needs. She managed to spend most of her time in her bedroom. She had her TV, computer, and her sewing machine all crammed into her own private space. She closed her eyes and tried not to think of Jeremy, he had been one of her first real friends when she started grad school. They had spent a lot of time in her room, watching TV and making out. She had rearranged as much as possible, but it still hit her at times. Usually when she least expected it, like when she was just falling asleep at night. Luckily her thesis and coursework was taking up most of her times this semester. Now she had a different man haunting her at night, and during the day. She was throwing up, and at first she thought it was a stress migraine. When she missed her second period she was feeling more than just the usual amount of stress. So here she was taking a home pregnancy test and praying that it would be negative. She left it sitting in the bathroom, there was nothing like a having something looming over you to make you catch up on everything else. It wasn't until she had washed her room mates massive stack of dirty dishes that she realized she was avoiding the bathroom. She knew the result without looking, it was the curse, the test was positive. Now she just had to make it to graduation without letting it interfere. It was only two weeks away and she was doing fine with her thesis. Her room mate wasn't around enough to notice, and her classmates were all wrapped up in their own thesis to notice. Even if they did notice, they'd figure it was stress, just like she'd thought it was. Luck of the Irish Nevan, a Leprechaun just beginning to enter middle age, had just spent the early morning chasing after a rainbow created by the last evening's light spring shower. As was usual, the rainbow had disappeared much too quickly, and a frustrated Nevan had come nowhere near finding his pot of gold. In fact, Nevan had never been able to find a pot of gold at a rainbow's end so far in his life. Throughout most of his life he had worked hard at it and remained uncharacteristically positive about his chances of finding his treasure. However, lately, he had begun to understand why most Leprechauns were known for their nasty and negative attitudes. He had started to feel the disappointment of failure. He was nearly 35 and had not one haul of booty to call his own. He, like so many Leprechauns, had survived thus far by finding spare coins left on the ground, and by consuming food and ale left unattended in the pubs in the County of Cork. There always seemed to be an abundance of ale, which helped him and his cohorts to drown their sorrows on a regular basis. The mass consumption of ale had often also left him with morning headaches and the beginning of a belly that hung over his belt buckle. He had noticed, as of late, that the bright red hair on the top of his head had started to thin as well. He was glad for the coverage that his green derby hat afforded him. He recently had even stopped tending to his beard so much. It had become long and straggly. Because spring was now here, he had at least recently shaved himself clean. His clothes needed mending. There were little tears throughout them. After all, one does not go running full speed across the countryside to catch a rainbow and not suffer a little wear to their wardrobe. Leprechauns were sad little creatures, in many ways. They were often prone to fighting amongst themselves. Although Nevan tended to avoid most brawls, he had noticed lately, that he had been more inspired to partake in them. Watching the human men in the pubs dancing and flirting with their females made him feel more lonely than ever before. Leprechauns really had no female counterparts, leaving them sexually frustrated as well. It explained their lack of grooming to some degree as well as their live for the moment lifestyle. Leprechauns enter the world by magically appearing at one end of a rainbow. Sadly, most do not figure out their quest in life before that rainbow fades, but some are known to have captured the treasure at the other end on their first day on earth. This morning's chase had left Nevan fairly dirty. He found a puddle that was fairly clean, having pooled within a gathering of rocks. He walked in, clothes and all. He quickly found that he would have to remove his clothes to get them entirely clean and began scrubbing them against the rocks. After he was done, Nevan floated on his back in the cool water, doing a backstroke across the sizable puddle to the other side. Not watching where he was going, he knocked his head against one of the stones on the other side when he reached it. He sat up in the shallow water, rubbing his scalp. As he turned to look at the culprit rock, he glanced over his shoulder and saw something sparkling in the early morning sun beneath some low hanging branches. As he squinted he could see that it was a spider web covered in raindrops that twinkled like beautiful gems. Being naturally drawn to things that shimmer, Nevan rose from the water and began to walk towards the web. He could see, as he approached it now, that something was caught in the lower base of it. Something beautiful, that was also covered in droplets that reflected like diamonds. He was close enough now to peer through the leaves and see that it was a Fairy caught in the web. Her pale strawberry hair hung wet and in her face, concealing most of her looks and the top of flower petal dress. Each delicate limb was wholly entangled, probably from struggling against the web. Her light skin glistened from the rain. She was motionless and rather limp, and Nevan wondered if she was still alive. He noted that she had not been wound in a spider's silk, and he supposed, judging from some sizable holes in the web, that the trap had been abandoned by the arachnid. Nevan could not remove his eyes from the beautiful creature. It was rare to see a fairy, and if you did, it was seldom more than a flit of its wings or a blur of its hair. They were curious, yet elusive creatures. Nevan had often wished he could catch one. Once he had noticed one watching him masturbate while he was deep in the woods. She flew away as soon as he had spotted her, her giggle tinkling on the breeze. Nevan and his Leprechaun friends would sometimes follow human couples home from the pubs and watch them make love. They speculated amongst themselves whether it would be possible to carry on like that with the fairies, if they could ever catch them. No one was sure, because no one had ever even been able to touch a fairy. Nevan had come to terms with the fact that he may never find his pot of gold, but perhaps he could claim a prize that was even rarer. He had to approach the web and take a closer look, to see if the fairy was even still alive. She was alive all right. She looked up and began to struggle against the web once she heard his approaching footsteps. Her dark brown eyes were almost cat-shaped. The fear shown on her face as he stepped in front of the web. He could hear her wings beat against the web as she twisted and turned. Her form writhed against its restraints. Her slender torso undulated giving hints to the beauty that lied beneath the wetted petals that clung to her shape. Nevan reached up to push her hair out of her face. He marveled at its softness, like the expulsions from the cottonwood trees that sometimes rode on the breeze. "Puh puh please don't eat me." she stuttered in a voice that was a beautiful whisper. Nevan laughed. "Silly Fairy!" he chuckled, "Leprechauns don't eat Fairies!" She pulled back against the web, eyeing him with a look of doubt. "Then what could you possibly want with me?" she wondered aloud, her voice now contained a tremble. Nevan could only begin to wonder the answer to that question. He knew what his most immediate want was. It was becoming evident as his member stiffened. He was face to face with a fairy that could not escape him, that could not run away. Other than the time that he had been caught pleasuring himself in the woods, that he knew of, Fairies had little interest in sex. They had no male counterparts. They sprang forth from special flowers and were raised by other doting female fairies. It was known that a few had mated with insects, though no one knew whether it was willingly or not, to create creatures known as Pillywiggins. These offspring had fairy-like and insect-like characteristics. Nevan knew that they had an affinity for romantic stories and that they would gather to hear them if a human story teller was in Cork. Sometimes they even involved themselves in the lives of star-crossed human lovers, trying to do their part to reunite them. He wondered if Fairies were sometimes lonely too, if they had needs and desires that went unfulfilled. "I am Nevan." he spoke in a calm voice, in hopes that he might quiet her fear of him. "What is your name?" "I am Illona." she replied slowly. Her eyes were fixed on his, but she continued to work against her bonds. "Let me take a look at this web." Nevan said as he ducked around behind the branches to view Illona's backside. He hoped to see her beautiful behind, but its view was obstructed by her glorious wings. They were a beautiful iridescent green color. Nevan touched one through an opening in the web. It was unbelievably silky. Nevan noticed that it left a sparkling green powder on his hand that tingled. He realized that this must be the fabled fairy dust. Nevan fantasized about reaching through the web between Illona's upper and lower wings, sliding his hands up to grab the mounds of her breasts, and sliding himself between her wings, past what must be beautiful buttocks, and up inside what he imagined to be her sex. He had seen a human couple do this once, and often fantasized about what it must be like. Nevan realized that Fairies were delicate creatures and that he should probably save his kinky exploits for another time. He walked back around the web and explained to Illona that indeed, she was very much entangled in the web. Nevan knew that he could free her in moments if he walked back to his pants and got his dagger. Nevan also knew that the moment that he freed Illona, she might very well fly away. Nevan pushed the hair from Illona's face once more. He placed a hand on each side of her face and moved towards it in an effort to kiss her. She drew her face back, but the web only allowed her so much movement and Nevan finally landed his kiss. Her lips tasted like berries. They were sweet and soft. Illona continued to struggle, but it did her no good. Nevan's hand slid down from her face, to her neck, and then the top of the petals covering her body. One yank tore the petals off and now Illona hung naked in front of him. She was beautiful. Her breasts pulled her chest forward with their weight. The nipples stood at attention, maybe from his kisses, or perhaps the chilly raindrops. He gazed farther down to see that she did indeed have lips between her thighs, like a human woman, but unlike a human woman, she was devoid of body hair. She was perfection, and Nevan was completely aroused. He wanted to take her nipples in her mouth and suckle them. He wished that his fingers could explore her folds and know what she felt like inside. He even wished that he might taste her sex as he had seen humans do. He supposed that all of this might scare her, so he would try what he supposed to be the most romantic of advances on her. Nevan tore his eyes away from her milky white flesh and began kissing Illona again. As his mouth slid to her neck, he thought he might have heard her moan slightly. His mouth found hers again and he began caressing her breast lightly. She moaned again and he whispered that he "loved the feel of her skin." She pulled her head back and whispered in his ear, suddenly very curious. "You know something about love?" "I know this is what humans that are in love do." Nevan answered, kissing her neck enthusiastically as he answered. "I am very curious about love." she answered breathlessly. "I know that you are." answered Nevan, massaging each breast in his hands. As one hand continued on and played with Illona's nipple, the other dropped to his member as he pressed it lightly against her lips. "What are you doing?" she gasped, her wings now struggling to beat against the web. "I am going to show you more about lovemaking." Nevan answered, pressing harder against her to remain in contact with her lower body. "No! Please stop!" Illona whimpered, her voice truly frightened. "Illona, I could show you more about love than any of the other fairies will ever know." Nevan prodded against her, dropping both hands to grab her waist as he bobbed against her lips. "No, No, No!" she cried, twisting and trying to turn from him, but Nevan held her fast and pressed his turgid member between the folds of her lips. His seeking head found her opening. He had wanted to take his time and savor this, but her struggling had made this difficult. He thrust his hardened self up into her, pulling her body down onto him. Her cry was disconcerting, so he covered her mouth with his. Human women had seemed wet inside, and there was always a scent with their lovemaking. Illona was not at all wet, but her inside walls felt like the softest stretched suede. As he began pumping in and out of her, the flesh buffed him up and down. It was incredible. Nevan squeezed her breast and her body squeezed his rod. It was sensational. He thought he might cum very soon and fill her with his own liquid. As he moved faster Illona's cries had subsided and she had fallen silent. Then the tiny moans came from her throat. Nevan increased his speed and his thrust and Illona's appreciative sounds increased. Her body clenched him in tiny spasms. Then he felt a tingling sensation as her face contorted and fingers and toes curled. It felt as if tiny bubbles were tickling him from inside her. He could only compare it to the feeling he had once felt when he had consumed some of a human's leftover champagne. Illona gasped and with this added sensation Nevan could contain himself no more. He came hard from deep inside, it erupted inside Illona, painting her sueded walls and leaving them both twitching at every nerve ending. Nevan clung to Illona now, the web partially holding them both up at this point. Nevan pondered whether he should now try to release Illona from her entanglements. He did not know whether she would stay or fly away. He kissed Illona and staggered away to his pants, returning with the dagger. He cut her out of the web and laid her in a patch of soft clover, continuing to pull the sticky web from her body. "So this is love?" Illona whispered, looking up into Nevan's emerald eyes with her perceptive brown orbs? "This is only a small part of it." Nevan answered. "Now if you were to stay with me, we might learn much more about it together." Illona did not answer Nevan, but she embraced him, pressing the whole length of her body against his, giving him much hope that he might have finally acquired the rarest treasure of them all. Luck of the Irish Lucy sprawled restlessly across the rumpled sheets of the bed, the sheets thrown aside in the balmy still air of the summery July night. Beside her, her husband Ralph snored contently, occasional fumes of Guinness drifting towards her. She wrinkled her nose, disgusted, then tried to rearrange her naked limbs into a more comfortable sleeping position, to no avail. This was the third night of their supposed romantic getaway week to Limerick Country, Ireland. She had been pleasantly surprised at Ralph's eager acceptance of the proposed holiday, to mark their 10th wedding anniversary. It was the first time they'd left their two children behind for more than a night, entrusting them to their much loved aunty, Ralph's younger sister. And Ralph had even shown interest in the brochures she'd brought home, enthusing over the photos of narrow cobbled streets, the stone-walled villages, the lush green hillsides. So plans had been made, and no, here they were. They'd had a pleasant few days, touring in the rental car, visiting ancient churches and castles, strolling through the countryside. And the bed-and-breakfast they'd chosen was delightful, full of character , the room pleasant and comfortable. About all that Lucy had no complaints. It was the nights that left much to be desired. Unfortunately for Lucy, a principal attraction of Ireland for Ralph was the beer. Dark, strong, heady- it seemed that each day, from early evening onwards, he had a single mission -- to drink as much Irish ale as he could find. Mr and Mrs O'Leary, the proprietor's of the bed-and-breakfast, did little to discourage him. "Its grand to see a man who likes his pint," said Mrs O'Learly on the first evening, after Ralph had joined Mr O'Leary in knocking back several at the small cozy bar off the foyer. And from then on the two men spent their evenings drinking their way through as much of Ireland's breweries' output as they could manage. Lucy would have a glass of wine with them, before retreating to their room in solitude, only her book for company. When Ralph stumbled into the room late in the night, and collapsed into bed (fully clothed, on the second evening), he showed very little inclination for more romantic pursuits, much to Lucy's disappointment and dismay. That evening she had coaxed him up to the room a little earlier, gently suggesting that he might like to save some of his vigour for her, rather than the pint glasses. Despite her seductive suggestions, he had kept Mr O'Leary company at the bar for a couple of hours, and although he wasn't quite as bleary-eyed as the previous nights, his performance had been less than optimal. Lucy had waited patiently, dressed only in her sexiest, see-through-est negligee, and had reclined languidly on the bed when he came in. "Hello sailor," she had murmured huskily, pushing her breasts together to maximize her cleavage for him. "Hi," he muttered, not looking at her, but heading straight for the en-suite where he pissed long and noisily. "Oh, I wish someone would at least notice my body," she had muttered to herself. Nonetheless, he had returned to bed soon, and she soon went to work on him, kissing his neck, brushing her breasts against his chest. When she had reached down for his cock, it was hardish, and swelled more as she stroked it with her hand. She had slid down the bed, kissing his balls, licking up the shaft, taking the crimson bulb into her mouth. Soon he was fully erect, and had stroked her hair, making small moans of pleasure as she sucked. She had straddled him, guiding his cock between her warm, moist lips, and had lowered herself onto him. And then, just as she began riding his pole, he had gasped, his eyes had rolled back, and his mouth opened, and she had felt the warm flood of his semen inside her. Soon he was snoring contently, and she lay, unfulfilled, unsatisfied, her libidinous expectations raised, then dashed, and left soggily oozing her husband's spent spunk on to the disheveled sheets. "Oh, I wish I could have a decent screw, for once," she murmured to herself, and rolled onto her side to doze off. *** Through the dreamy haze of sleep Lucy was aware of some movement, some small sounds, a high pitched stifled giggle. She opened her eyes, and blinked twice, not believing what she saw. In the low light of the room, to her amazement, was a tiny man, about three feet tall, with a long beard, wearing nothing but a green top-hat with a large gold buckle. "Shhhh..." he whispered, winking and grinning. Beside her Ralph snored on obliviously. The little man was by no means tiny in all respects. His long pointy beard formed an arrow drawing her eye down his chest, to the disproportionately large organ rising from his groin. Indeed, his member would have been large on a full-sized man, and it was fully distended, jutting out at 45 degree angle to point up towards her. He stepped towards her, and in broad brogue murmured, "You gotta be careful what you wish for here in Ireland, Lucy... it just might come true..." "Are you a... a ... leprechaun?" she gasped. The little naked man took a small sort of skipping bow, and nodded. "Paddy Fitzgerald's the name," he announced, doffing his large green hat. "But leprechauns... don't exist..." she whispered. "Some do, some don't," he agreed, "Now, let's see about your pot o'gold..." In a flash he was up on the bed beside her, his hands delving between her thighs. "What a cracking body you have here, Lucy," he wondered, looking her up and down lasciviously, "What a wondrous pair of knockers!" He buried his face in her bosom. " Oh my," Lucy gasped, glancing at her husband, who slept on. "This is wrong... we shouldn't..." But her thighs, with a mind of their own, parted to the leprechaun's caresses, and he grinned up at her. "If leprechaun's don't exist, to be sure, and I happen to be a leprechaun, then I don't exist, and what's the harm in having some fun with a non-existing fellow?" he whispered, spreading her vulva and circling her clitoris with a deft hand. Lucy had to agree with this faultless logic, and gave herself over to his expert ministrations. He gazed admiringly at the folds of labia, framed by her dark damp curls, as he stroked and probed. "Now that's a gorgeous quim if I ever saw one, to be sure," he enthused, and if in agreement, his cock throbbed, growing even larger. Lucy reached down for it, gripping the hard shaft in her fist, and Paddy grinned and winked. "Now Murphy would love to see such a lovely quim as this, to be sure," he said, matching the rhythm of her strokes on his cock with a thrusting finger into her vagina, "You don't mind, do you?" Lucy nodded, her body given over to the attention that it had been so deprived of. Paddy pursed his lips and whistled, two short shrill chirps. Ralph muttered in his sleep and rolled over, and Lucy froze, holding her breath, but Paddy continued to tease her nether parts, and Ralph's snores recommenced. She opened her thighs wider, and closed her eyes. "Just look at this quim! Did you ever see such a one?" Paddy's whisper penetrated her rapturous trance, and she opened her eyes again. Standing beside her bed, and looking with rapt interest at her exposed pudenda, was another little man, of the same stature as Paddy, but rather younger, with a shorter orange beard, and dressed in a green suit, a similar green hat on his head. "Oh gorgeous, to be sure," the second leprechaun agreed, and grinned and winked at Lucy. "A grand, grand pleasure to meet you, ma'am," he said, tipping his hat, "Murphy O'Mulligan's the name. I do hope my good friend Paddy's helping your wish come true." "The thing about Murphy," Paddy exclaimed, as he flicked her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her body, "Is he might not be much to look at, but his, erm, equipment is king sized... go on, show her, young Murph." In a blink of an eye Murphy was naked, his clothes in a crumpled heap on the floor, and his cock, his magnificent cock, jutted out in front of him. It was massive. It made Paddy's rather very large cock seem unimpressive. Murphy grinned and blushed, and Lucy reached towards him, eager to take hold of his splendid pole. Needing no encouragement, the little chap leapt onto the bed, and positioned himself beside her head on the pillow. His companion, down below, plunged his face into Lucy's minge, greedily lapping and slurping at her plentiful juice. Luc moaned, and opened her mouth wide, straining her lips to encompass Murphy's dick in her mouth. "Oh, grand, oh grand!" the leprechaun crowed, rocking his hips towards her, his bulbous knob pulsing across her tongue towards the back of her throat. "C'mon, Paddy, git yer wee john-thomas inside that splendiferous quim!" Paddy, quick as a twinkling eye, leapt into position, holding his tumescent organ in both his hands, touching the bulbous end to against her wet and greedy opening. Lucy spread her legs wide, and he plunged, his shaft filling her. "Oh, that feels grand, just grand that quim!" he sang out. Lucy moaned, her mouth full of Murphy, her vagina filled with Paddy, and she felt her orgasm build. She sucked harder, pulling the little man's hips towards her with one arm, while the other reached around his friend, pulling him deeper into her vagina. "I think she's near her pot o'gold!" Paddy called out," c'mon, Murph, my fellow, switcheroo!" Suddenly, her mouth and her snatch were emptied, and the two little men scampered around the bed. In a trice, Paddy's penis, glistening with her lubrication, was beside her face, crimson, swollen and pulsing. She kissed it hungrily as kissed breasts, his hands pumping at his shaft. She glanced down to Murph, who was gazing between her thighs appreciatively, his cock thrust up proudly to his chin level. "What a fine quim,to be sure1" he sighed, and then holding his member in both hands like a sword, took a small skipping run-up, and plumbed her depths. "Oh!" Lucy gasped, as he thrust into her, seeming to fill her entirely, sending every nerve jangling with ecstasy. "Aaaah!" she groaned as her orgasm built up inside her. "There you go!" Paddy cried in encouragement, and his cock pulsed in his hands. Lucy kissed it, running her tongue under the crown, and a gush of hot semen flooded out over her mouth. Paddy directed the spurt over her breasts, and as the hot flow spilled over her nipples another wave of orgasm engulfed her. "There ye have it!" Murphy sang out, and he thrust deeper than ever, and then withdrew his voluminous dong with a resonant pop. His cock too began to gush, and almighty hot, white jet that he aimed directly over her clitoris, flooding her dark wet public curls with thick creamy jism. Lucy's body convulsed in pleasure, and the two men grinned happily, first at her, then at each other. "That's a thoroughly satisfied customer, Paddy my mate," Murphy said. "To be sure... to be sure," Paddy agreed. With a wink and a skip the two leprechauns left the bed, and soon were buttoning their green suits and donning their green caps. "G'night, to you, Lucy," Paddy smiled. "And welcome to Ireland," Murphy beamed. And the two men vanished through the window, Lucy still breathless from the orgasm, her body sodden and sticky with her and their copious emissions. As the two green figures receded she heard Murphy's voice: "What a magnificent quim!" Exhausted, Ralph still snoring beside her obliviously, Lucy sank back into her pillow and closed her eyes. As she drifted into a restful sleep, she murmured to herself, "I wish Ralph was more like those leprechauns..." * To be continued? If you liked this story, if you'd like more, please leave feedback. Leave comments. Leave some suggestions for what else might happen. Please vote. Luck of the Irish I sat in a desolate booth, detecting shadows huddled in obscured corners, hearing hushed tones of conversation, while Ray provided the musical accompaniment at the piano. It was about 1AM, when after a futile struggle with elusive sleep, I had walked through the deserted streets, passing by clusters of kids who were probably out way past their curfew, feeling myself drawn to the all too familiar neon sign of the bar I had come to countless times before with my ex-boyfriend. I enjoyed coming here later, where I didn't have to deal with the flirtations and the unwanted advances, simply seeking some solitude, the company of a good drink, and to reminisce, of all things, about the past. God only knew why I always reverted back to these memories. Then, he walked in, jolting me out of my reverie, shirt rumpled, the first three buttons undone, revealing the hint of a smooth, muscular chest, tousled dark hair like he had just stumbled out of bed, tight jeans that almost left nothing to the imagination, and tattered boots that had obviously trekked countless miles. He perched himself atop a stool and began talking to Sam, the bartender, as though they were lifelong acquaintances and that's when I was struck with recognition. I knew that voice and that irresistible Irish accent. And who could mistake that body? It was Colin Farrell! So unexpected was the realization, that all too suddenly, my arm knocked my half-filled glass off the table. "Shit!" I saw Colin turn from his conversation with Sam, his attention no doubt drawn to the sudden crash and loud expletive. I bent down, trying to assess how best to dispose of this mess when I felt a sharp sting and noticed a thin red line blooming on my index finger. "Ouch!" I exclaimed for the second time in as many minutes. I heard hurried footsteps rushing in my direction and raised my head, feeling my cheeks flush. From embarrassment or because of the person now crouching beside me, I wasn't quite certain. It was cliched to say that he was so much more attractive in person than he was in the movies, but he truly was, even in his current disheveled state. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly, grabbing my shoulders and helping me to stand up, pushing me away from the shards of glass scattered across the floor, like glittering pieces of a jigsaw puzzle laying in a puddle of amber liquid and melting ice cubes. I just nodded, too stunned to utter a verbal assurance. Colin reached for a napkin from the table, wrapping it around my finger before going back to the counter to retrieve a Band-Aid, returning to apply it. He inspected it carefully like a concerned physician, holding my hand a bit longer than was probably necessary. Once Sam had cleared away the remains of my clumsiness, Colin walked over to the piano, talking amiably to Ray, requesting a few tunes before rejoining me, both sliding back into the booth together. "Let's try again for proper introductions this time," Colin suggested. "Trust me, I'm not usually this much of a klutz. Please let me buy you a drink to thank you for your, um, medical treatment," I offered, still rather flustered. "I've been clean and sober for the past 5 years, only vice I haven't given up is beautiful women. Speaking of which, I'm looking at one right now," Colin said with a wink. "Then how about dinner some other night?" I ventured, feeling myself blush once again, not really expecting him to accept. "Sounds good. I'll be sticking around town for a bit. Movie shoot," he informed me. What were the odds of a celebrity actually filming anything here? It was practically unheard of. We talked for a while, each taking turns telling the other about our lives. Colin's exposure in the media already revealed quite a bit of information. His reputation as a party boy and womanizer was no secret though I had the impression that the line between fact and fiction was often blurred. "So, what's a sweet, pretty girl like yourself doing alone in a place like this?" "I couldn't sleep," I simply answered, not wanting to elaborate on the details. I felt it wasn't something that could be divulged during a first meeting, and hopefully, the opening to a potential first date. "Most people read or watch TV when they can't sleep. Me? I usually just masturbate," he said all too candidly with a naughty grin, causing heat to spread through my nether region at the thought of him stroking his hard cock to orgasm, imagining it was my own hand instead. It was a couple of hours later and the bar was about to close. I was amazed at how long Colin and I had been talking so casually. "Is there anything else you want to know about me?" I asked, fearing the conversation would end and we would both go our separate ways. "Yes, but I'm afraid this isn't the place to find out. I want to know how your naked body would feel against mine, how wet I can make you become, how many orgasms I can give you, how good it would feel to have my cock inside you." As he talked, he had draped his arm around me, his head approaching mine, our lips now just mere inches apart. I felt myself dissolving with his every descriptive word, but swallowing hard, trying to keep my voice steady, I boldly cooed, "Then how about we get out of here and go someplace where I can hopefully provide answers to those questions." "As much as I'd like to take you right here, on this very table, I'll ask, where to? Your place or my hotel room?" "My apartment is just one block away from here," I said, taking into consideration the urgency we both felt. The walk back to my apartment, while just minutes away, may as well have been on the other side of the world for the eternity it seemed to take getting there. When my insomnia had led me here just a few hours ago, I never imagined I would be returning home, not to mention, back to bed with this man. As soon as we had entered my apartment and had shut the door behind us, Colin's hands were instantly everywhere, skimming across my body, swiftly leading me towards the living room. I turned to face him and asked breathlessly, "Want something to eat? To drink?" Why was I stalling, playing the hostess, when all I wanted to do was strip off all his clothes and discover every part of him this very minute? It was because what I had only just dreamed about was actually happening and I was nervous, I justified to myself. "No thanks, I'm good. I already have everything I want standing in front of me." Colin darted out his tongue to lick his lips and stepped towards me, closing the distance between us, reaching out and tilting my chin, caressing my cheek, moving forward until our mouths made contact. The suppleness of my breasts crushed against his solid chest, while my pelvis ground into his firm bulge as he pulled me to him, deepening the kiss, spurred on by my moans and sighs. Our tongues swirled and plundered within the heated recesses of each other's mouths until his began to roam downward to my throat, eliciting an involuntary gasp and shiver from me. He was driving me mad with lust and yearning, I felt he would be my complete undoing. "I have to confess, I've wanted to fuck you senseless since the first moment I saw you," Colin said huskily. "I'll let you in on a little secret... The feeling was mutual. God, I need you so much, Colin," I murmured in his ear, tenderly nibbling the lobe, gazing into his soft brown eyes which were now shadowed with desire. "Tell me exactly where you need me," he probed. "Deep inside my pussy," I said, taking his hand and pressing it against the very part I was referring to. We began undressing each other and where Colin was eager to remove my clothes, I was more patient, wanting to prolong the anticipation. He unclasped and discarded my bra with a single deft movement, indicating he was quite experienced in that maneuver and when he arrived at my panties, he took notice of how they weren't just damp but soaked through at this point. "Looks like I'm the one who's caused a spill this time, and I'm going to enjoy cleaning it up." He pressed them against his nose, inhaling my scent. "I can't wait to find out if you taste as good as you smell." Eventually, we were completely naked, bare skin immediately joining and connecting. His hands and mouth kneaded and engulfed each of my breasts in turn, his tongue tracing a concentric pattern around my areolas towards my nipples, flicking the elongated nubs. In turn, I kissed down the trail leading to the mass of pubic hair crowning his penis which now stood at full mast, wrapping my hand around it and slipping it between my lips. "Now do you see why I didn't want you cutting those sexy fingers of yours? They feel so good on my body." Down on my knees, I had never felt so powerful, so much in control as I made him beg for release, having him at my mercy. I loved when a man displayed vulnerability, it was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I worshiped his cock in equal measure suction and friction, from the tip to the testicles, leaving no part overlooked until it was slick with my saliva, feeling it become a life form all its own as it twitched and throbbed in response to my manual and oral ministrations, tasting the first hint of the pre-ejaculate seeping from the gleaming, bulbous head. "Damn! What are you doing to me?" Colin groaned, tilting his head back, his knees buckling slightly, his breathing becoming ragged, his fingers tangling in my hair. But then, he retreated, pushing me back as I looked up at him dejectedly. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling like a child having her favorite toy taken away from her. "No, darling. Trust me, you're doing everything just right. That's the problem. I don't want to come this soon. How about we resume this in bed?" "Good idea. It's just down the hall," I replied, straightening up and panting heavily. He scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom, which was just as well, since I had been rendered weak from arousal and was uncertain of my ability to support myself. Laying me down gently across the unmade bed, he lowered himself and blanketed my body with his. "Now, just lay back, relax and allow me to give you the most intense orgasm you ever imagined possible." He began his achingly slow descent down my body and to my surprise, he was extremely gentle and attentive. Somehow, in my frequent fantasies, I had always envisioned him as more aggressive, more primal. He seemed to know exactly the right areas to kiss and touch me, it was almost as though we had already had sex a thousand times before. Was every woman the same or did he really have an instinct for what I enjoyed? Colin parted my legs and kissed along my inner thighs, saying in a muffled voice, "I think I just found my pot of gold." He alternated between his mouth and his fingers, humming and moaning deep in his throat, causing vibrations against my sensitive clit, making me squirm and buck wildly. I squeezed his head firmly between my thighs, one hand grabbing at his hair, using the other to fondle my breasts and tweak my nipples as Colin's skilled tongue sent a rippling current of shock waves from my pussy up along my spine. He occasionally looked up at me as he feasted between my legs, his eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, the contour of his mouth glossy from my juices. "Do you like that? Does it feel good?" he asked, between broad swipes of his tongue along my slit. I closed my eyes to heighten all of my other senses, and to focus on Colin's lapping and suckling sounds, on the squishing of the abundant wetness that seemed to pulsate out of me. But at the same time, I wanted to watch his facial expressions as he explored and pleasured me, deriving his own pleasure from it. Soon, he delivered on his promise as my body convulsed and lifted off the bed like that of a woman possessed. I repeated his name over and over, beginning in a whisper and ending in a prolonged sultry wail as my orgasm built and culminated to a level I had never before experienced. My throes of passion were almost enough to send him over the edge. Barely giving me time to recover, he grazed my labia with his cock, not yet delving within my depths but just enough to tease. I shifted to accommodate the slow insertion of his massive girth. I knew it would hurt, bracing myself for it as he aligned himself with my gaping and swollen passage, but the temporary pain would make the ensuing sensations worth it. I winced slightly as he penetrated me inch by inch but quickly became accustomed to the delectable fullness. Once we had settled into a rhythm, I looked behind him, over his shoulder, catching sight of our reflection in the long mirror facing the bed. It was such a turn on to see Colin and I fucking each other, his ass bobbing and jutting upwards as he pounded into me with animalistic grunts, my legs wrapped around his waist, my nails raking his back as its defined muscles rippled and flexed. He thrust deep inside me, encircling both my wrists, pinning my hands above my head. I clenched around him, enveloping him like a sheath. Without breaking stride, I rolled him over, straddling him, lowering myself on his cock which glistened with my vaginal juices. I had reversed our position to gain leverage, but also because I wanted him to look in the mirror and see for himself just how sexy we were together. Colin rolled his head back against the pillow, reaching out to cup my breasts as I towered over him and began bouncing and grinding my hips. We undulated and writhed in perfect synchronization, performing humankind's most primitive and erotic choreography, becoming but one physical mechanism. I felt my second orgasm welling up and I knew that he was also getting close, both skirting the edges of our impending sexual completion. "Let yourself go for me, baby. Come with me," Colin coaxed. Then, all reality dimmed and narrowed as our climaxes collided and erupted, my overlapping spasms meeting his hot spurts, as though gulping down every single drop, our voices converging in a passionate duet. Long afterwards, we remained motionless, but for the heavy rise and fall of our breathing, clinging desperately to each other, to the intimate bond we were not yet ready to sever. He withdrew out of me, his cock having returned to its flaccid state. He gathered me in his arms and I immediately nestled within his embrace. "You know, I don't usually do this cuddling stuff after sex. I think you just might be able to tame my wild ways," he admitted with a laugh, kissing the top of my head before adding, "Hey, do you want to be my girl?" "If being your girl means getting to do this every single night, then absolutely," I replied with a kiss, feeling his body respond and once again stir with awareness against mine. But before we could act on our reignited urges and temptations, slumber finally got the best of us and we succumbed to it, quickly drifting off.