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Ireland like to spend my holidays at home most of the time, but from time to time I take trips around european countries and go sightseeing. On one of these vacations I travelled to Ireland and treated myself to a stay at a nice, fancy hotel just because I fell in love with the interior. It was an old place, with lots of scrollwork, nice stucco ceilings and golden inlays in almost all surfaces. It even had a waterfall in the lobby and a great room. I stayed there by myself, but had taken a double bedroom, because the prices were almost identical to a single one and I preferred the large bed. I found that a lot of people stayed in high-class establishments that weren't yet outrageously expensive, who liked to give the impression of being richer than they really are, and so I met my fair share of "aristocrats" and "businessmen", "executives" and "managers" on that trip. One of them was Colleen. Colleen was an older woman, maybe in her late 40s or early 50s, with bright red hair and yet brown sun kissed skin the contrast was stunning. She dressed fancy, but without taste, usually wearing white pants and colourful blouses, some scarves and large gold and pearl jewellery. She was short, almost a foot shorter than me, but had these heaving breasts that made her look disproportionate with her small waist. Her hips were not wide, but her butt was nice and tight and round which was very impressive for a woman with 3 . I know this because the first time I met her was in the hotel's sauna. I was relaxing there after a few minutes in the pool when she walked in. It was already late, about 11 PM at night, and the pool was vacant, so I thought to have it all to myself. Well, she might've thought the same, as she looked at me surprised. I smiled and leaned back onto my towel, sweating as I was closing my eyes. She entered the sauna naked, but still wearing her jewellery, and sat down opposite of myself, taking an awful long time to put down her towel and some lotion and oil she had brought with herself. "My name," she said suddenly. "Is Colleen." (I actually don't remember her last name, and even if I did, wouldn't post it here, though I'm sure it was fake to begin with.) I raised my eyebrows, looking at her as this seemed a weird way to address strangers. "Nice to meet you," I said. "I'm Allan." She spoke english with a heavy Irish accent, this was definitely her country, She nodded and tried to look regal, but obviously putting up a front. "I'm charmed," she said, "I had not thought anyone to be here at this hour, as it is my usual time to bathe. I shrugged "I'm a night owl," I said as I caught her staring at my cock. "But I can come back later if you'd like some privacy," I offered, acting like I didn't notice. "Oh goodness, no," she said, raising her hands. "I didn't mean it like that, it's just... being accustomed to solitude, I rarely get a chance to engage in conversation with other guests, so this is a refreshing change, I might say." She sat down and looked at me. "Coming from a family such as mine, it can be difficult at times to make new acquaintances." I didn't take the bait and ask for her family history and instead just nodded. "But I am delighted to meet a nice young man like you," she concluded finally. I laughed. "I'm hardly a young," I said. "Oh, but you seem nice enough, and you've got some... royal features. Trust me, I know these things," she said, looking at me ominously. I laughed again. "So what brings you to Ireland?" I asked. "Ah, this is just my escape from my dull chores and the strict confines of my life," she sighed. "I, too, need some reprieve at times." If I wasn't sure what she meant by that, it became clearer when she got up and bent over, trying to straighten an already perfectly straight towel, making sure I could get a nice look between her legs at her rosy, sweaty labia and curly red pubic hair that clung to it<b> damp. </font></b>She stayed in that position longer than necessary, then straightened up and turned around, acting embarassed. "Oh my," she said, as she saw me looking at her. "I hope I wasn't baring myself." I shrugged, smiling. "It's alright," I said. "We're all friends here, and I've seen enough pussy in my life." She didn't know what to respond, but giggled. "My," she said finally. "Aren't you the cheeky one?" I laughed. Her posture was just too funny, and didn't otherwise match her behaviour at all. "Ah," I said. "I just know what I like, and pussy is part of it." She looked, seemingly uneasy. "Oh," she said. "So, you find me... attractive?" I bit my lip and didn't say anything right away, letting her dangle from the rope she had made for herself. "Because..." she said after a moment because I think you are very attractive young man and that cock of yours is making me have palpatations.". I smiled. "And you haven't even seen it hard yet," I joked. She blushed. I sat up and turned towards her, lifting my cock up out of the water for her to come take a closer look at. "I thought you weren't looking for... 'company'," I said, watching her try hard not to stare too obvious at the girth of my cock. "Oh," she said softer, "I do get lonely, and I'm just a woman after all." She smiled. "And I don't get many occasions. I think people are afraid of me due to my... status." I leaned forward, letting an arm drop between my legs and running my fingers along the length of my cock absently. "Well," I said, "I don't mind any of that as long as you're down for some mouth full of cock." She stared at me with wide eyes, then placed both her hands around the head and base of my cock and asked: "Would you show that to me fully erect?" I stood up to sit on the side of the tub as I pulled her mouth down on to my head. placing her hands on where I wanted them on my cock as I slowly brought her head down a little at a time until she started to gag. I reached down to rubb her breasts as my hands moved down her shoulders and arms. Her skin was soft and sweaty, I guess we both were, and all she did was look at me at watch me please you. When I reached between her legs though, my finger slipping between her labia, playing with the entrance to her pussy, she began to moan. "Can I ride you?" she asked. |
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