Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading.
Copyright, 1997 By Dorothy and Rick.
The rolling green hills stretched as far as the eye could see. Each field a different shade of green. The scene, viewed over the low stone wall, looked like a giant patchwork quilt. I was so happy to be home after all those years abroad. I reveled in the stinging sensation of the rain on my face and the cool wind tingling the tip of my cold nose.
I pulled my gaze away from the idyllic scene and recommenced my stroll down the windswept road. As I rounded the curve in the road I looked down to my right and out over the ocean. The waves were wild on this windy day and the gray, rain laden sky met the gray sea in a way that made it look like some huge hand had erased the horizon.
I was yanked from my reverie by a strident outburst in a definitely American accent. "Oh Damn you and your 'wee way down the road'," it said. I turned and saw a tall figure in a raincoat pushing a bicycle with a flat tire up the hill towards the road.
I said "Can I help you?"
He glanced up and saw me. He looked like a little boy who had been caught taking the last biscuit on the plate. "Whoops, sorry I didn't know I had an audience."
My face peeked out from under the hood of my duffel coat. "Looks like you have a problem," I said.
"Sure do," he replied. "The lady at the pub told me there was a bed and breakfast 'a wee way' down the road. I should have asked her what the Irish definition of 'wee' was. I always feel that when I have a conversation with you Irish that I walk away with no more information than before I asked the question."
I lowered my eyes in a disapproving look.
"No, what I meant is that I get so carried away with your accent that I forget to listen to the words," he spluttered.
I looked him straight in his eyes and said "Good save. Have you ever thought of entering politics?"
We both laughed. His eyes were like the cool green moss covered pools you find in the Glens of Antrim. I wished I could dip my body into them. "Actually you're in luck. I'm the proprietor of the bed and breakfast. It's just around that bend in the road. Would you like to walk with me? For no extra charge you can borrow my bicycle pump."
He smiled, and once again I was mesmerized my his smiling eyes. "Sounds good to me. Anything to get out of this cold wind."
We rounded the bend in the road and my home came into sight. It's a two story stone building perched on the cliff top. The smoke curled from the chimney stack like a genie coming out of a bottle. My new found companion sighed and said, "Thank you God. I don't think my hands and feet will ever get warm again."
He parked his bike under the eaves and came into the house after me. We both took our soaked coats off, hung them on the hooks next to the door and made straight for the welcoming glow of the big peat fire. While he turned this way and that to get warm and rubbed his hands together I had ample opportunity to examine his face and body. His gray wavy hair reminded me of the waves I had just been looking at, uncontrolled and yet intriguing. I felt the urge to touch those gray waves on his head while the firelight danced over them. Get a grip on yourself Dorothy, I said to myself. "Would you like a cup of tea?" I asked, the perfect hostess pose resumed in my mind.
"I'd love a coffee but only if it comes with a large drop of whiskey," he said.
That sounded like a fine idea and so I was dispatched to the large kitchen to get the coffee and the bottle of whiskey. When I returned with them we both sat quite primly on the couch in front of the fire and chatted casually. Rick came from Texas and was on a cycling tour. Only an American would book a cycling holiday in Ireland in the winter, I thought. He was very polite, the perfect gentleman, but when he looked directly into my eyes I felt very unsettled.
After a very strong Irish whiskey I showed him to his room and suggested that he might like to take a shower. He jumped at the idea and so after showing him where the bathroom was I returned to the kitchen.
I had cooked a big pot of pea and ham broth. "Just the thing to stick to you're ribs on a cold night," my darlin' mother used to say. I would have cooked something fancier if I'd known I was going to have a guest but he would just have to make do with this and some freshly baked bread and salty butter.
I walked up to the top of the stairs thinking that I'd like a shower to warm my bones up. Rick's bedroom door was closed and there was no response to me clearing my throat so I thought he must be lying down. I went to my room and removed my clothes. Wrapped only in my short toweling gown I walked to the bathroom and opened the door.
I stopped in my tracks. The sight that greeted me was Rick's butt as he bent to dry his legs. I spluttered my apologies but didn't close the door. His long legs were muscular from cycling and his butt was firm and well shaped. I had obviously spent too long on my own, I could feel my body tingling as the deep red blush rushed up my face. He turned towards me, his towel held in a tantalizing loose grip in front of him. My eyes dropped to the place between his legs as I began to back out of the bathroom apologizing for my untimely intrusion. I hurried back to my room and leant with my back against my bedroom door and my heart and mind racing. What on earth would he think? After what seemed like an eternity I dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt and returned to the kitchen.
Rick entered the kitchen about twenty minutes later and laughed at my bright red face. "Gee, I thought my luck had changed and Irish bed and breakfast included more than they tell you about in the brochures." I smiled and my tension eased.
We continued our comfortable chat while we ate and then Rick helped me with the dishes, Normally I wouldn't let a guest do that but he insisted and I enjoyed the banter while we tidied the kitchen. We returned to the living room next to the fire. The temperature was dropping by the minute.
Rick disappeared up to his room and returned with a bottle of scotch. Suggesting that as I had provided the drinks before dinner now it was his turn. A small voice in my head said that this was a bit reckless but when I thought of the sight I had seen in the bathroom I decided to cast caution to the wind. Rick sat down next to me on the rug next to the fire, our backs leaning on the base of the overstuffed couch.
"I've already had more to drink than I usually do, but I suppose it will be okay. What is it you Americans say, It's only Gin that makes you sin."
Rick's reply took me completely off guard. He raised one eyebrow and said "Oh, but it's only a sin if you don't enjoy it darlin' so I'm sure there are no sinners around here".
I didn't know where to look to avoid his penetrating gaze. Suddenly his hand was cupping my chin and lifting my face up to his. I couldn't hold back the little smile that crept across my lips. He was sitting directly in front of me now and I could see the bulge in his jeans getting bigger. Oh how I wanted to touch it. The room felt as though it was charged with excitement and anticipation. I felt as though some giant hands were squeezing me across my chest and it was hard to breathe. That special tension that you only feel when you're with someone you're extremely sexually attracted to filled the room. I could almost feel it, hear it, taste it.
Maybe it was the Dutch courage from the two drinks but I put my hand up and lightly traced the outline of Rick's cheek with my fingertips. Rick gave a soft moan and tilted his chin towards me. As if they had a mind of their own my fingers continued their journey down the side of Rick's neck and down across his chest until they found the treasure they had been looking for. The hard little swelling that was his nipple. I gently ran the ball of my finger back and forth over his nipple and found it getting harder and harder. The harder it got the harder I rubbed. Soon I was pinching it not so gently through the fabric of his sweatshirt.
In one almost fluid movement Rick put his arm around my neck, fell backwards onto the woolen rug and pulled me down on top of him. We kissed passionately for what seemed like forever, exploring every part of each other's mouth. When Rick plunged his tongue into my mouth all I could think about was Oh, he's fucking my mouth with his tongue. I wish he were fucking my pussy with his cock.
The telephone rang and startled both of us. I got up and crossed the room to answer it. It was the hotel in the next town asking if I had any rooms available for the night. I said no I hadn't and perhaps the people could stay there and come on to my place tomorrow evening. I just couldn't cope with more visitors after what had just happened.
When I turned back towards the fire Rick was lying on his tummy with his head resting in his hands. I felt suddenly embarrassed. "Well now you've seen another side of Irish hospitality," I said smiling. "If you'll excuse me I'd better get some sleep as more guests are coming at lunch time tomorrow." With that I went to bed.
Once inside my room I removed my clothes and stood naked next to the bed running my hands over my warm flesh. I had goose bumps and my nipples were fairly standing to attention but not because of the cold. I slid below the quilt and before long my fingers had also slid into something warm and welcoming, my wet hot pussy. My pussy gripped my fingers with a hunger I had never known. This man had really stirred the little tyrant up.
My bedroom door opened and in walked Rick clad only in a towel. He came over and stood next to the bed. He took my right hand and put it on the towel where it met. "I think this is what we both want, don't you?"
I said nothing but gave a little tug on the towel. As it fell to the ground I finally saw Rick's long, hard, thick cock. My pussy obviously liked what my eyes were examining as she relaxed her hold on my fingers. I pulled the covers back in an unspoken invitation into my soft warm bed, and into my warm wet pussy.
"There's plenty of time for that later," said Rick catching the top of my arm and pulling me out of bed and into his arms. I was hardly aware of the cold night air on my body. He unceremoniously sat me down on the edge of the marble washstand. The marble was very cold on my ass and I told him so. "I'll attend to warming your ass later my love first I want to fuck you senseless." Without any further foreplay or discussion Rick rammed his big hard cock into me. I could almost feel it touch my backbone. We were both like dogs on heat. He ramming himself inside me with all the force his body could call upon and me thrusting my pelvis towards him with almost equal force. I was no longer aware of the marble or the fact that my heels were hammering against his tight butt.
Our passion was nothing less than ferocious. I lost count of how many orgasms I had but there was no time, not even a second after an orgasm that I wanted to stop Rick from assaulting my pussy with the battering ram of his turgid cock. I just kept saying, "Oh God YES YES Rick FUCK ME" as though they were the only words in the English Language. After what seemed like hours Rick clenched his butt even harder and with one final mighty thrust exploded inside me. I wasn't a virgin, but until that night I never knew what it felt like to be well and truly Fucked. Nor had I had such a strong sensation of the jet of his cum hitting the walls of my vagina. Rick stayed hard for quite some time and my pussy continued to grip his cock while we both leaned into each other panting from our strenuous excursions.
Dorothy's powers at making me recover were unbelievable. As we lay on the bed, our hands lingering upon each other, she looked into my eyes and whispered, "I want you again." As I was about to protest the impossibility of this at the moment, her fingers touched my lips, hushing me.
Her tongue traced it's way down my chest, her hair caressing my body as she did so. As she reached my stomach, her ample breasts tumbled over my flaccid cock and I was surprised to feel a stirring there already. Her breasts caressed the inside of my thighs as she moved farther downward, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake along my body.
Dorothy's tongue slid across the top of my reawakening shaft. Taking it in her hand, laying it upward toward my stomach, she slid and fluttered her talented tongue along the underside, sending shivers through my body. She circled my balls, gently taking each into her mouth and sucking them as her tongue danced around them. She pressed my thighs upward so that the soles of my feet lay flat on the bed, then spread my knees apart, opening me to her completely. As her tongue ran around the edge of my anus, my cock jumped.
Slowly she began licking the underside again, upward toward the head, circling the sensitive foreskin as the saliva dripped from her tongue onto it. Taking my still somewhat soft cock into her mouth, she began sucking on me in earnest. Her eyes sparkled as she felt me begin to grow and harden inside her mouth. She loved the effect she had on me, as did I! Her hand stroked me as she sucked on only the head, milking a dollop of pre cum to the tip, which she eagerly sucked down her throat. "Mmmmmm..." she purred. "But I want to taste more of you."
As she continued stroking and sucking me, all the while her eyes glued to mine (I find nothing more erotic or exciting than this) I could feel my passion building. Her hands on my balls, she felt them recede into me, signaling my impending climax. "Give it to me, Baby...I want to taste all of you, Rick," she demanded. Harder and harder she stroked my now turgid cock, her mouth away from it now, holding the head toward her mouth like an arrow at a target. As my hips thrust in her hand, she could feel the contractions in my cock beginning. Suddenly she plunged her mouth onto my shaft, swallowing my head down her throat as her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Over and over I came, shooting my hot liquid down the back of her throat as her gulping sounds aroused me more and more. She swallowed every drop I had to offer, then licked my cock clean of any residual. Licking her lips, she made her way back up my body and kissed me deeply, sharing everything that was us with me.
"Now it's my turn," I said as I rolled Dorothy onto her back and took my place between her widely parted legs...
Looking down to the sight of Rick's head buried between my spread legs almost made me have another orgasm. I could feel the hair on the sides of his head rubbing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My legs clenched his head like a vice. My fingers, entangled in his hair, pulled his head closer to my wet pussy. I felt the sensation of wanting to open my legs further than it was physically possible to do. Anything to give Rick greater access to my demanding cunt. I loved the sensation of his expert tongue slowly exploring every fold, every groove, every furrow of my inner and outer lips. The sensation of his tongue darting in and out of my hot channel and licking the walls as he familiarized himself with my body and its responses almost sent me out of my mind. For what seemed like forever he serviced me with his tongue. Having Rick take me like this felt soooo very good. I was amazingly very wet from our starter session earlier and the attentions of Rick's mouth.
It's funny how a very worked up woman likes to be held by her pussy lips and have them gently pulled by her lover's mouth. Rick was also enjoying the gentle stretching and pulling of my lips. That was evidenced by a hard on that would have done justice to a bull elephant. Rick was gently pulling on my lips, both outer and inner, they were slick with my juices and his saliva. At the same time Rick reached up and started to fondle my breasts. He raised his head from eating my pussy, his mouth and lips glistened with my juices. The sight of his face smeared with my juices was an incredible turn on. He said "What lovely tits you have," as he reached up and gave my soft nipple a hard pinch. I jumped, but the nipple hardened. He then gently squeezed and whilst I pushed my chest into his hand he pinched again, this elicited an "Ohhhh," from me as I pushed my pussy harder towards his waiting mouth.
My orgasms were numerous and varied. Like volcanoes erupting, tidal waves crashing to the beach, little butterflies and blossoming flowers and eventually the type that felt like I was going soft inside my body's very core. My pussy felt well used and abused, but certainly not unloved, unappreciated nor neglected.
Rick moved up my body and started passionately kissing my lips, face and neck. He began to slid his finger into my cunt and my hips automatically wiggled to help. First one finger slowly slid up into my pussy, the only resistance was my tight pussy muscles. I positively encouraged the intrusion. He slid another finger in, then another. It was getting a little crowded and I squirmed a bit. Rick said, "Okay later I shall try and put all my fingers then fist inside and really fill your inviting pussy up." He took out a finger and left the other 2 inside me and unhurriedly began what is called "finger fucking" me. "What a delicious inviting pussy you have, my child," he grinned.
"All the better for you to eat, my dear. You're supposed to be a carnivore, aren't you?" (Who was it that said fairy tales were lost on children?) The harder Rick pinched my nipples the more I thrust down on his thick fingers.
Rick said he thought that I had better become acquainted with some serious fucking. Time wasn't short, but he said, neither was the sword that he was going to sheath. He pulled his fingers out from my pussy's grasp and turned me over so I was kneeling on the edge of the bed with my ass facing him as he stood behind me. He held my pussy with his thumb inside me and his fingers massaging my mound of Venus. He pulled his thumb slightly downward just enough to hold my vagina open. As he slowly withdrew his thumb he equally slowly replaced it with his swollen throbbing penis.
When he had only the head completely in, he started to play with my tits. He gave both nipples a hard pinch and held them. I immediately backed away and in doing so completely impaled myself on his prick, the shock of that made me jump forward again, straight into his fingers that were squeezing my nipples. He was obviously pressing the right buttons, at least 3 of them. I sank back and relaxed onto his cock at the same time I thrust my tits out to have the nipples used and abused again. I started to milk Rick internally with my vaginal muscles. It was great, I was squeezing his hard and heavy cock to the same slow rhythm that he was pinching my nipples. I came with a shuddering climax.
Rick pulled me half upright. His still stiff penis was about half in me due to my half upright kneeling position. He used his flat hand between my shoulder blades to bend me forward until my elbows were on the bed and while doing this he plunged his cock home into my willing pussy. He took my hips and gave another mighty thrust into me, the slap of his stomach against my ass coinciding with a mighty clap of thunder that shook the building. That was enough to bring me off again. To this day, whenever I hear thunder like that, I have this vision.
I seemed to spend a lot of time that night spread across my bed making little satisfied noises. This presented another delectable target for Rick's weapon. Rick coated his finger with his saliva and methodically spread some around my anus, pushing some in with his finger. He then took his prick out of my pussy and traced it down the crack of my ass. Oh what a wave of delicious anticipation swept over me. Whilst his dick was still very wet and slippery he eased it into my anus. It's passage slowly in was punctuated by sharp intakes of "Oh" and long breathing out "ahhh"s from me. I wiggled my rear end to facilitate his entry but also to heighten my own pleasure.
My breathing again became ragged. Rick asked "are you enjoying this?" A throaty groan was all the reply he received. By this time I could feel the effects my tight anus was having on Rick's body. I could feel the build up, as he kept slowly thrusting. The feeling was incredible. It was a much tighter fit, it was very tight, different from when his cock had so well filled my pussy earlier. Here he was merrily plunging into me and part of my mind was having philosophical thought about the difference between vaginal and anal intercourse.
As these thoughts coursed through my brain a different stream was about to start coursing through Rick's stiff shaft. It was his turn to have a great shuddering climax. I could feel my anus squeezing his prick and this added to the pleasure. He stood there panting whilst I kept squeezing.
I awoke early, always used to rising early to prepare breakfast for my guests, this was a hard habit to break. I slipped out of bed making sure not to disturb Rick. My desire for some early morning activity tempered by a desire to make breakfast and serve it to Rick in bed. He would need sustenance for the strenuous exercise I hoped lay before us.
As my feet touched the cold floor a little gasp, no louder than a whisper escaped my lips. A little shudder traveled through my body which reminded me of our coupling of a few hours earlier. My lungs filled with sharp cold air. A smile crept over my face as I though about Rick's obvious enjoyment of my Irish hospitality. He already had experienced the 'Bed' now it was time to give him the 'Breakfast'. I crept from the bedroom and dressed in the bathroom, choosing a black satin wrap which I had bought on a trip to Nice, in the South of France, then I padded down the wooden staircase to the kitchen. The only negative thing about living here was the chill first thing in the morning, whether it was summer or winter it was always chilly. My hardened nipples stood up to attention through the fine smooth fabric. I made my self a cup of tea and replayed the events of last night on the movie screen in my mind - I liked what I saw and felt.
I was standing at the sink looking out of the window across the mist covered green fields, my hands up to my wrists in the warm soapy water. I loved the solitude of the early morning. I didn't hear Rick enter the kitchen or pad across the floor. My first realization was of his hands sliding under my arms and moving over my breasts as he gently pressed my body against the kitchen sink and squeezed my already hardened nipples. I automatically thrust my breasts up to meet his hands and at the same time thrust my ass back against him. His rock hard cock felt wonderful against the crack of my ass, separated only by the fine satin of my wrap.
Rick slid his hands down from the valley between my breasts, down my sternum, over my belly and cupped my pussy. His finger slid effortlessly between my warm, swollen lips and against the hard knob of my clit. Then without warning his thrust his cold finger deep inside my waiting pussy. OH he knew so well what I wanted. He turned me around to face him and kissed me deeply as he untied the sash that held my robe together. His hard warm tongue plunged into my mouth in the same rhythm that his finger fucked my hot pussy. I moaned with pleasure.
Rick stopped and lead me over to the wide kitchen table and bade me lie on my back. I neither could nor wanted to refuse him anything. He dropped the towel he was wearing and straddled me. My thighs rose around him and he was inside me, pushing inwards, meeting with only the slightest resistance. Rick began to move into me, slowly and carefully even though my fingers dug into his naked back, urging him on. My teeth nipped his neck and his shoulder as I squirmed beneath him, thrusting myself upwards. I moaned and there was a tone of desperation in the sound. Rick lifted himself up so that he could see my breasts. He bent his head to my raised nipple and softly drew on it with his lips moistening the tip with his tongue. I caught my breath and let it escape in a faltering sigh.
To my surprise he got off the table and bent down to the floor. Seconds later he turned back to my welcoming naked body. I was no longer perplexed. Rick held in his hand four long fine silk scarves that I had bought on that trip to France last summer. I began to understand. He wrapped a scarf around each wrist and ankle and fastened it to each of the four table legs. As he did this his erection continued to grow. I could hardly believe my eyes, and luck. Clearly my temporary vulnerability was a really erotic sight for Rick.
Seeing me lying there unable to move, totally at his mercy seemed not only to have enhanced Rick's arousal to begin with, but to also add to his satisfaction during our lovemaking......
......I bent over Dorothy, my tongue touching the inside of her leg at her knee. Slowly, I kissed my way up her leg, my tongue fluttering against her sensitive skin along the inside of her thigh. The bonds had spread her legs wide and could see the moisture glistening upon her pussy lips as I made my way upwards.
Reaching my destination, my tongue slid sensually along the outside of her moist lips. Up along her right side, lightly grazing her clit as she arched her back, willing me to press harder upon it. As she did so, I raised my head slightly to maintain the same butterfly light touch, then proceeded down the left side of her lips. Continuing the circling motion, the circles decreased in diameter until my tongue was sliding up and down the center of her flower. I thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy as my cheek was pressed against her clit, my morning growth of beard tickling and scratching her sensitive nub. Her moans indicated how much she was enjoying this action.
Replacing my tongue with two, then three fingers, my mouth moved to her clit, taking it inside as I fluttered my tongue over the tip. Dorothy's hips moved more urgently now, her scent intoxicating, a flood of juices erupted from her cunt over my fingers as she came but she knew I wasn't going to stop...just yet.
I climbed upon the table, my face still at her pussy, kneeling over her so that my cock was above her mouth. As I renewed my ministrations to her pussy, her head raised up from the table, her tongue outstretched, reaching for my hardness. She was just able to run the tip of her tongue along the underside of my shaft, teasing me terribly. My hips lowered toward her slowly and her head moved as if bobbing for apples trying to catch my cock with her mouth. Her deft actions soon trapped the head of my cock between her lips and she sucked me into her, nearly gobbling my stiff rod down her throat. Without hands, the sensation was quite amazing as her head moved up and down to allow my cock to slide in and out of her sensual mouth. The warmth of her mouth around me was incredible.
As my mouth and tongue continued to lick and suck on her clit, Dorothy's hip movements were in perfect rhythm with her mouth upon my cock. Her moans as she came were muffled by my cock which continued to slide in and out of her hot mouth...and yet, I wasn't done with what I planned to do with my lover.
I repositioned myself, turning toward her, I straddled Dorothy's chest, my cock resting between her magnificent tits. Reaching for the olive oil that sat on the table, I uncapped it and poured a generous amount over her breasts, rubbing it over her luscious globes. Pressing the sides of her breasts together, they completely surrounded my turgid cock. My hips moved, slowly at first, the purple head poking out the tops of her breasts, then retreating to the safety of them again. Each time I thrust, Dorothy's tongue darted out, touching the tip of my cock. As the pre cum began to form on it, a string of cum would reach from the tip of Dorothy's tongue to the tip of my shaft as it touched and retreated again.
The look of lust in her eyes was more than I could take, and she knew it only too well. "Cum on me, lover," she whispered as she looked into my eyes. As my cock continued sliding between her breasts, the head began to mushroom, signaling my impending orgasm. Faster and faster my hips thrust. Her mouth opened to try to catch my cum as it flew from the tip of my cock. The first jet skimmed her cheek, into her hair, the white liquid running down her face. The second jet hit her chin and ran down her neck. The third jet was a direct hit into her waiting mouth, the white contrasting with the pink of her tongue. The remainder pooled on her throat and chest as the contractions became less and less.
Running my fingers along her cheek and chin, collecting all I had deposited there, I rubbed my cum into her chest, over her breasts, massaging it into her. Leaning into Dorothy, we kissed deeply and longingly. Never had I been so attracted to a woman. Yes, I was enjoying my Irish holiday...and the hospitality was out of this world!
The bondage and harshness of our lovemaking had helped to satisfy us both. Our ability to provide the other with pleasure seemed limitless. There was a tap on the outer door. Rick climbed down off the table, loosed my bonds and helped me to my feet. As I put the robe back on he wrapped the towel around himself again. I felt flustered but satisfied as I opened the door.
It was Michael Grant, a local fisherman who was standing there holding a freshly caught trout. Most men who were trying to win a lady's heart would bring roses but not good old Michael, who was ever practical. The only thing that kept me from blushing was the cold gust of wind that whisked around Michael's large frame and hit the thin fabric of my gown. "Well now, wouldn't ya be asking me in?" he said.
"Oh ,er, yes come in out of the cold now, before you catch your death. This is Rick, from America," I said, introducing the two men as they shook hands.
Michael looked at Rick standing there in only a towel and scowled "I see yer makin' yerself at home now."
Rick smiled at him wickedly and said in a thick Texan drawl I hadn't heard him use before "Y'all have such a sweet way about ya in this cute little country it'd be hard not to." When he said the word 'hard' he looked at me. I could almost feel the heat from Michael's blazing eyes.
He turned to me and said, "And I'll be thinking that's no way for you to be getting around with strange men in the house, especially when we have an understanding."
Now it was I who was annoyed. "You listen here Mr. Grant. We've no understanding and never will have and I'll thank you not to try to tell me what to do in my own house. I think it's time you left and you can take that fish with you." With that I stormed upstairs. With each step I took my anger became mirth. If only daft old Michael had come to the door five minutes earlier he would have realized just how little of an understanding he had of me. When I returned to the kitchen ten minutes later Rick had made a pot of tea and I could hear him in the shower.
As we sat in the kitchen chatting over breakfast I couldn't help laughing at Rick's description of Michael's reaction to seeing him standing there in the middle of my kitchen clad only in a small towel and looking so at home.
We washed the dishes only stopping occasionally to kiss and fondle each other. Then I said that I needed to go and get some wood which is kept in the small stone outhouse at the back of the main house. Rick offered to help, so we walked up the hill towards the outhouse, me chatting away about everything and nothing and Rick pushing the wheel barrow. The outhouse is no bigger than a large garden shed, the walls made of weathered and rounded gray stones piled one on top of the other, with a thatched roof. There is no door or windows, just gaps in the stone wall.
When we reached the outhouse we stopped and looked down across the green field sprinkled with white daisies and yellow buttercups. From here we had a clear view of the road we had walked along yesterday. That seemed like a lifetime ago. Little had I known then what pleasures and delights lay ahead of me.
Rick put his arm gently around my shoulders and whispered in my ear "You know I've always wanted to make love on green grass." Just as we both sank down on the lush damp carpet of greenery it started to rain. My immediate thought was Oh Damn.
The deluge struck as we made it to the outhouse once more. The force of the rain so fierce that it formed a wall of water cutting off our view of the road. The ground reverberated with the sound of thunder directly overhead.
"We must get this wood down to the house before the afternoon chill sets itself into the house. If the fire isn't lit it can chill you to your very bones," I said as I turned away from Rick towards the woodpile.
"Oh no, not yet. Not yet my dear Dorothy," Rick said as he took me by the wrist and turned me towards him, pressing me against the rough stone wall. Rick was smiling at me a hint of wickedness lurking beneath its surface. I caught my breath. "Did I surprise you by coming to your room last night?" he asked.
"You surely did," I replied, "but I'd be a liar if I said I didn't thoroughly and completely enjoy it."
"And you'd like this to go on forever wouldn't you?" Rick still smiled but now his smile had a little more surety in it. Suddenly I wanted to break through that feeling of sureness. Although what he said was true, I hated the fact that he knew that. I was usually the person who called the shots in relationships and his relaxed arrogance drove me crazy. "You already know there's no sense to this Rick. Why persist when you know it's just a passing glimpse of Irish hospitality. Enjoyed before you move on to your next stop along the road this afternoon."
Rick still smiled but now there was a coldness to it. He grasped my wrist tighter. I felt nervous and not completely in control. His perception was right of course. I had wanted him to make love to me from almost the moment we entered the house yesterday. I had accepted him into my bed willingly. Even when he was inside me it wasn't enough. I wanted more, oh so much more. He had turned my mind into a whirlpool of sensations and emotions in just a few short hours. I had wanted to hurt him to shatter that self-confident look that reaffirmed my own knowledge that this stranger had somehow cast a spell over me. "I think it's about time that you'd better be on your way," I said in an unsteady voice that betrayed my real feelings.
"I don't know what you think has been going on since I arrived here Dorothy but I think I need to convince you to see it as I do."
I tried to speak but Rick put his finger to my lips to silence my protest. His lips replaced his finger. I tried to turn away but he held me firmly, pressing me against the stone wall with the weight of his body. I felt slightly uncomfortable, pressed against the wall like that, but the slight discomfort and feeling of powerlessness held a pleasure of its own. I pushed against Rick's chest. Rick grabbed my other wrist and pulled it aside. Continuing to kiss me he slide his hand up under my skirt and raised it up exposing my body below the waist. I could feel the cool air wafting against my thighs and moist outer lips of my pussy as his warm fingers slid home. He continued to kiss me, his mouth hard against mine. Rick's kisses moved across my cheek and his lips sank to my neck. As he began to gently bite my neck I moaned, for once again he was working his special magic and arousing me in ways that I had never experienced before.
I tried to say, "Please don't," but my body's reactions belied my words. Rick's other hand was on my thigh. His weight pressing the cheeks of my ass against the very cold stone wall. Pinning me down he used his knee to part my legs. I could have protested but instead my body arched towards him as I squirmed under his weight. Rick deftly undid his trousers. He entered me, the movement hard and quick caused me to gasp even though by now my pussy was dripping and ready for him. His lips covered mine again and this time there was a mutual urgency in our kiss. Rick groaned, a sound which excited me even more, as his cupped my ass in his hands and pulled me off the wall and onto his solid shaft. My legs were rigid as I thrust myself forward, wanting him to fill me even more than he was already, crying for more as my breathing tightened and my body trembled. I began to gasp, focusing on Rick's rhythmic and controlled thrusts. His fingers entwined into my hair he pulled my head backwards as he lost control and our juices blended together and dripped between my legs. Oh so much wetness! His loud moan became a whimper as we came down from our plateau from our shuddering climax to the oh so quiet stillness we shared. Rick's arms wrapped around me and we stood together wanting this moment to last forever.
Rick whispered in my ear, "And now what does my lady have to say. Is this still only Irish hospitality? Somehow I think not."
All I could sigh was, "Oh Rick," as I kissed him so softly and tenderly that I thought my heart would melt.
The rain had ceased and I saw Rick's eyes focus on something that was happening in the distance. I turned so that he was leaning against my back and looked out through the rough opening. There was a car moving along the road towards the house. "Oh my God," I said, "here come tonight's guests."
Rick's response was to hug me more tightly in his arms and leaning his chin over my shoulder he said, "Relax Lover."
Those two little words meant so much, I could feel my body relax. Now I knew I was no longer alone. I think that was the moment I really knew how much I cared for him. He had taken me roughly and against my will to start with. Not rape, of course, but not with totally agreement. But that very action had shown how very much he wanted me to understand how much he needed and wanted me...and now we had guests.
I thought we would hurry down to greet them but I was wrong. As we watched them tumble out of their car through the rough hewn window other things entered our minds. Rick ran his fingers up under my Aran jumper and played with my breasts. When I felt Rick become hard again and slide into my very wet pussy through the channel of the crack in my ass, I felt no need to say anything, I just sighed softly with pleasure and wondering how Rick could just keep pleasuring me like this. We made love slowly reveling in each sensual, almost languid movement, the slow love making just as enjoyable as the hard way Rick had taken me earlier.
When we finally enjoyed yet another shuddering climax it was as though it had crept up on us when we were least expecting it. I thought, "Our guests will have found their own rooms by now," and smiled to think that I had thought our guests and not my guests.