Saturday, August 30, 2014

A Long Walk Home

It had been a splendid day and I could still feel some warmth from the sun on my face. Rose had been everything I had ever dreamed of. All those hours of emails now seemed so worthwhile..

The day had started somewhat nervously that morning. Thoughts of whether she would even show up raced through my mind and my heart pounded mercilessly as I reached the street that was to be our meeting point.

Why would such a beautiful woman want to meet somebody like me?

I knew that I wasn’t bad looking with my short blond hair and pale complexion. But my arms were thin and my belly round; a body contorted by Arthrogryposis and scoliosis. If it wasn’t for my on-screen keyboard that I used in conjunction with a mouse, my cleft hands would never have managed to type such long emails across the Atlantic telling her how much I cared for her.

It was such a relief to see her in the distance. She had flowing long auburn hair, luscious lips and such a beautifully plump body which was casually dressed in jeans and a tight top which showed some of her ample cleavage. I even liked her Southern American Arizona accent.

The conversation wasn’t as awkward as I had expected. It started off with how her journey had been and then we both agreed that it was great to finally meet each other. The plan for the day had already been set out well in advance. She was on holiday with friends visiting Ireland for the first but would leave them for one day to spend it with me. I would show her the main attractions of my town; then we’d get something to eat followed by drinks before parting ways once again.

The longer the day went on; the better we seemed to get along. Still I wondered if she was attracted to me or would things change now that she’d seen in the flesh. At least she seemed to be generally enthused by the different locations I’d brought her too. The Cathedral seemed so much more enthralling through American eyes.

As we passed through the town I told her about the history and how we spent centuries fighting the English occupation. At times she struggled to understand my accent so I tried, apparently occasionally in vain to speak as clearly as possible. Fortunately she was just about as interested in shops as I was so it wasn’t long before we made our way to the pub.

She was surprised by how dark it was and found the smattering of candles very strange as I tried to convince her that this was the new fashion. But she thought Ireland was unlikely to be the height of fashion in such areas.

We both got vodkas and orange. She didn’t mind lifting the glass to my mouth or helping me to eat. As the drinks flowed, we both began to chat in earnest. However, that didn’t stop thoughts of kissing her to course through my mind. I tried to put them to the back of my mind so that I could continue to act naturally. Then at one point she placed her hand on mine. My heart raced and I knew that now was the time.

But it was the time to do what?

I was unable to lean over, should I just ask if she’d like to kiss?

But after a few moments I felt the time had passed as the conversation switched to her family. I quietly cursed myself

The hours passed far too quickly and it wasn’t long before my bladder informed me that it was time to leave and go back to my parent’s house where I lived. I explained to her the problem and she even offered to walk me home, which I enthusiastically accepted.

After a few minutes we were on the outskirts of the town. The conversation switched to whether we would ever see each other again. She said definitely, that she would visit me next summer.

Sheepishly I asked her if that meant that she liked me to which she replied that of course she did and that I was a great guy. It was now or never so I asked her if I could kiss her. She replied that she’d like that but we needed somewhere private. I knew just the spot I told her and further up the footpath I drove in behind a tall stone wall. There were trees on the other side so nobody could see us.

Immediately she leaned down put her arms around me. Her tongue explored my mouth as I felt a bulge in my pants. Then she slid her hands up my shirt and began to feel my body commenting on how much she liked it.

Soon she whispered would it be ok to unbutton my shirt to which I happily agreed. She kissed slowly at first, then started licking and sucking my nipples. I was surprised to feel a rush of pleasure run through my brain.

Then it was my turn. She pulled down her loose top to reveal her large breasts. I licked and sucked on them as I heard her moan with ecstasy.. I thought about how this was one of the highlights of my life today.

Then we heard voices and laughing in the distance from the other side of the footpath. It rocked us back to reality and she quickly covered her breasts and buttoned my shirt..


  1. This was a happy little surprise on Saturday afternoon! Thank you!

  2. Great piece ! I hope we will see more writing from you.

  3. Fast forward to next summer , I want to know what happens :)