How we met

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I am writing this story from true life events. Irena and I are married and have been since a year after these events took place. I love my "Celtic Goddess" and know that her heart is just as much given to me. I make no apologies to anyone about our lifestyle. It is not for everyone and I will not judge how others live their lives. But I will also not allow anyone to interfere with our joy and pleasure out of small mindedness or fear. I hope that the reader will accept this story as one of love, passion and discovery. A discovery of something more precious than any treasure of gold or silver.
OUR FIRST MEETING
The weekend started out with frustration and disappointment. I had made a "cyber date" with a lady that I had been chatting with over the internet. After chatting with her for a little more than a month I saw her present herself and a very lusty swinger. I decided to chance it and drove 6 hours from Salt Lake to Las Vegas to meet her. The time was not nearly the disappointment that the expense was. At the time I was giving Sandra (my then ex-wife) a little over half of my paycheck in child support for my sons. So I was making a very large dent in my expendable funds.
When I arrived in Las Vegas I checked into the San Remo Hotel on Tropicana just east of the Strip. I don’t even recall the lady’s name now, but in any case I called her on the phone to let her know that I had arrived in town and confirm our date. For some reason I was slightly suspicious of her motive for meeting me. I had nothing concrete to give me that feeling, just a gut reaction. When I asked her what time was best to meet she then tried to set the hook that she thought I had taken. She asked me what I would give her to meet me.
My worst suspicions confirmed I told her that I was not looking to "purchase" her time and thanked her for her efforts. I then hung up and began to contemplate plan B. I had been involved in swinging off and on for about 4 years then. There was a swingers club in Las Vegas that I had attended a couple times before. I had kept the possibility of going again as back up to the cyber date and decided that plan B it would be.
I took a short, 1 hour, nap to recover from the drive and then took a shower and got myself as presentable as I could. I guess that I should tell you a little about myself here. At that time I was 50 years old. I stand 6’ tall and I weighed 220 lbs on a stocky frame. I was a little thick around the middle, but only a slight "spare tire." I had short dishwater blond hair and brown eyes. I also had, and still have, a moustache. Over all I think I am best described as "the guy next door." I am not GQ material, but overall, I think I present a rugged but solid image.
I was dressed casually but not cheap redneck style. I wanted to present what I hoped was an image of casual class. At my age then I knew that the "stud" look would not go over very well. So I wanted to present myself as someone with confidence, maturity and poise. If I remember correctly I was wearing a pair of tan slacks, a sport shirt without tie and loafer shoes.
I then went to the hotel restaurant and had a light dinner. I wanted to keep my energy level up, but not be full. It was getting about the right time to leave so I drove out to the Red Rooster on the very far east end of Tropicana. It is hidden away off the street on the end of a private lane. The house is maybe 15 years old. It’s a 2 story large home that had been remodeled into a swingers club. It has a large hot tub/swimming pool, a conversation pit, small dance floor and stage for a 4 person band. It also has a pool table with 2 small bars (no alcohol, just mixers for tips) and a buffet. Upstairs is the couple’s only area. Since I had come as a single every time I had been there I had no idea what that area looked like.
I had arrived early enough to get a table bordering the dance floor with some people I had met on previous visits. There were 4 couples there and they welcomed me and the bottle of Bacardi rum I brought as an offering to make up for being a single man. Single men in the swinging scene are like mice. They are all over the place; they are pests in many circumstances, looked upon with disdain by most of the couples and totally ignored by the single ladies. I hate to say it, but there are valid reasons for this. Unfortunately the majority of single swinging men are plain assholes. I was stuck following in the wake of their actions. So it became my burden to demonstrate that I was respectful, not pushy, courteous, honest, open and a gentleman in every way.
Couples and single ladies could have guys lined up 50 deep if all they want is a cock to fuck. But I was not into just "fucking". To me that was no different than masturbation. I could get the same feeling at home with my own hand. When I have a warm and live partner I am interested in giving as well as receiving pleasure. It was a requirement that I first enjoy the person I am with and that they find me as pleasing to them. I can find as much pleasure in their enjoyment as in the actual sex itself.
And, I prefer couples. With a couple I am sharing a very intimate and special part of their relationship. This is something unique, and to me, of value that can not be measured. This gives me pleasure beyond just the physical. It adds a dimension of caring and sharing that is never found in having sex just for the sake of the physical sensations it gives.
I was enjoying myself with the couples at the table with me. The ladies enjoyed teasing me along with their husbands. They flashed me every chance they got and more than once there was some mutual groping. The ladies were lusty but not the least vulgar or sluttish. I took each of them to the dace floor several times and enjoyed the touch of their bodies as they pressed against me and as I took my turn exploring them with my hands. I had completely forgotten about being scammed by the other woman (I hesitate to use the term lady after here confidence game).
About 2 hours into the night I saw another couple that I had met over the internet who were almost icons in the Las Vegas Scene. Mike and Vicky are both good people. Vicky was a total hedonist and loved her part time avocation as internet web model and editor of the local swinger’s newspaper. Mike was an independent businessman with money in real estate. Together they were "comfortable" financially. But neither one was snobbish or gave you the feeling that they felt they were superior. Vicky runs an adult website where she is the featured model. And a very erotic and classy website it is. I did subscribe to it for a short time and met her and Mike during one visit to the Rooster a few years earlier.
As I was deciding if they were there to meet another couple or if they would be open to my hello again I saw a lady step up and hug and kiss Mike and then Vicky. This lady was the most spectacular, long legged, blue eyed red head that I had seen in many years. She was tall (5’10" I found out later) and had a body that was all legs and curves. Her hair was almost butch short. But on her it was not the warning of a butch lesbian to the male species to keep the hell away. It spoke of a lady of strong spirit, will, ideas and passions. Later I found that she had eyes that passed from blue to grey depending on her emotions and her clothes. She was wearing a short white camisole and bikini panty set and high stiletto heel shoes that shouted erotic.
The total effect on me was equal to being hit with a Tsunami while wired into the main power lead from Hoover Dam. I was totally hypnotized by this lady. No matter how hard I tried to not stare my eyes and total attention was continually drawn to her. I tried to discreetly probe my table companions for information about this Celtic Irish vision. They didn’t know too much about her. They had all seen her at the club several times. Sometimes she was in the company of another gentleman or girl friend, but she also came alone on some occasions. They confirmed my first impression, by the kiss she planted on both Mike and Vicky, that she was totally hedonistic and bisexual. But she was also very selective in who she chose to be with. She had only been with couples or a man of her own choosing.
I had finally recovered my composure enough decide to approach this Goddess when she took Mike in one arm and Vicky in the other and together the three of them walked to the back bedroom area. I sat back down and started to mumble under my breath about piss poor timing in life. But I also decided that if I had to stand watch on that doorway all night or all weekend long I would meet this woman.
A little less than an hour later I saw them all come back out and sit down at a table across the dance floor from me. As I gave them time to get settled and comfortable I saw her look around the room. After a few moments her eyes met mine and locked on. They only locked for a heartbeat. But it felt as if that were the last time my heart would ever beat again.
After 25 years as a cop I had become rather adept at reading people through their eyes and body language. I saw her eyes lock on for just moment and then I saw a small tightening at the corners and a quick move to break the eye contact. Not good. I had gotten her attention, but I had been classified as just another "shark". A shark being a single guy who was just another part of the pack. I was starting out with 2 strikes against me.
I gave her a few minute to discreetly check me out if she wanted and avoided any further eye contact with her. I didn’t want her to feel like the shark had locked on and was closing in for the kill. But I could see that she had at least noticed me, and even though on the defensive had not categorized me as someone to avoid. Maybe just 1 ¾ strikes now. I knew then that if I were to ever have a chance with this dream then I had to play every card I had, and play them just right.
I am not even close to GQ material. I am not ugly by any means, and I have never had a woman avoid me because of my looks. My strengths are in my approach to people. I treat everyone, man, woman or child as I would hope that they would treat me. I give respect and courtesy and attention to them. I learned that anyone who places no value on this is not really anyone that I want to have anything to do with anyway. Vain and selfish people will see this as a chance to get what they can from you. But people who place value on themselves transfer this value to others. They return my courtesy and respect.
I went to the bathroom and took a quick look at myself for stray lipstick marks, ruffled hair and stains on my clothes. After making myself presentable I came out and went to the bar and got a couple of Cokes (I made a guess that the dark bubbly liquid in her cup was Coke) and walked by her table. I stopped and greeted Mike and Vicky and exchanged a couple of pleasantries with them. This allowed me to let the red headed dream know that Mike and Vicky were at least not defensive towards me. I then introduced myself to her and learned that her name was Irene (I learned later that night that it was really Irena, just shortened to Irene).
I took the opening this gave me and sat down at their table. I have no idea what we talked about during this time, but after a few minutes I asked Irena if she would like to dance. She turned me down with a polite "maybe later" (which is polite for later never comes). But I let it slide rather than back her into a corner. I let her drink cup get low and then took the initiative of replacing it with the full one in my hand. I then thanked Mike and Vicky for letting me sit and chat and then turned to Irena and took her hand. I held it for a moment and then bent over and kissed it. Then I left without saying anything else.
I waited about 20 minutes and then returned and asked her for the dance again and got the brush off…again. But at least it wasn’t the angry "outta my face clown" brush off. This continued three more times before I think Vicky gave me her ok and Irena decided to accept. When you have nothing to lose persistence, courtesy and patience will sometimes carry the day. I was the luckiest man in the world that night.
We danced several slow to moderately fast dances. I am not very a very good dancer however I managed to not embarrass myself too badly with her during the fast ones. But during the slow ones I was able to talk to her and hold her. Again, I was very careful to be a gentleman and take my cues from her. If she held me a little tighter I responded in kind. No harder and no softer. When she rested her head on my shoulder I did take the chance to kiss her on the neck. I was ecstatic when she not only took no offense, but responded to it. From there our slow dances became hotter and more erotically charged. During our first kiss I could taste the unmistakable essence of woman on Irena’s lips. When I commented to her about it she smiled and confirmed that it was indeed the essence of Vicky. In between we sat at the table (Mike and Vicky left to go upstairs to the couple’s area) and chatted.
We went on this way for almost 2 hours. Finally I felt comfortable enough with her and with the positive responses she was giving me to invite her to the back bedrooms. The first time I invited her she again gave me the "maybe later" delaying line. But she did not give me the idea that she had found the prospect entirely outside the realm of possibility. So I let her know only that I was agreeable, but also that I had enough respect for her to not be offended, angry or frustrated. She still wanted to dance for a while and take a longer look at me before deciding. I am okay with this because I do not find any pleasure in someone merely submitting to me to placate me. I am only interested in being with someone who truly wants to be with me. Anything less demeans both of us.
We danced several more dances before she brought the subject back up. She asked me if I still wanted to go to the bedrooms with her. I assured her that I would be honored to do so. There was no rush and no pressure from either of us to jump and rush. We finished our drinks and had another dance before we left the table and walked arm in arm back to the bedrooms.
Let me digress for just a moment to set the scene. I think this is only proper because it is a night that set the tone of my life forever after. The bedroom is small, only about 10 X 14. It had a single double sized bed with only a sheet covering it. There were two night tables with lamps turned low for a comfortable and intimate level of light. On the side there was a dresser with mirror set so that the mirror could be used by the people using the bed to watch themselves if they wished to. Overall, it was meant for one thing. The room was set to accommodate sexual activities. It was neither sleazy nor dirty. It was close warm and intimate without being plush or giving the impression of a "passion pit."
As we walked through the door I closed and locked it behind us. The rules of the house are that an open door was an invitation for others to come in and watch or join in if invited to join. A closed door meant that you could knock and ask to be invited in. A locked door meant "do not disturb." I wanted this time to be undisturbed.
She stood at the foot of the bed with her back to me. I stepped behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders and let her know that I was in no rush and that she would set the tempo. She placed her hands gently over mine and tilted her head back. I began to slowly and lightly nibble at her neck under her ear and then moved up to her ear. I wanted to spend more than a fast "wham bam thank you ma’am" time with her. I was intent on being slow and responding to her signals as to how fast, how far and what to do to please her.
When she signaled her permission with a light squeeze of her hands over mine I slowly slid the straps of the camisole off her shoulders. She let it slide down her body until it gathered over her arms crossed over her tummy and under her exposed breasts.
She leaned back into me a little more and I saw that her eyes were closed and that she had a Mona Lisa smile of concentration. I knew that she was becoming aroused. But more importantly, she felt that she could trust me and allow herself to drop her guard and simply enjoy the sensations her body gave her. I could feel the satisfaction of accomplishing this goal. I would never do anything to knowingly cause discomfort, let alone hurt to this lady.
She then dropped her arms to her sides and slowly moved them behind her to my thighs and pulled me tighter into her back. When she did this the camisole drifted to her hips. I continued to use my lips, tongue and teeth to explore her neck and shoulders. After enjoying my explorations for several minutes she gathered herself and stepped away to turn and face me. The camisole completed its journey to the floor where she stepped lightly out of the folds at her feet. She also stepped out of the high heels that she wore and let me look at her now body. She was now clad in only a very sheer french cut pair of bikini panties.
I stepped closer to her and placed my hands on her arms just above her wrists. Slowly I moved my hands up her arms, over her shoulders and around her neck and throat. I placed my thumbs under her jaw and my fingers around her neck to the back of her head. Gently I raised her chin until she was looking into my eyes. I then bent and lightly placed my lips against hers. I let my tongue lightly play over her lips and tease them. Her lips then parted and her tongue met mine.
Our tongues explored each other for a few seconds until I easily entered past her lips and continued my explorations beyond them. I could taste a mix of honey, sweetness of the soft drink and the unmistakable residue of another woman’s sexual nectar on her lips. This must be what Ambrosia of the Gods tastes like. Her lips were firm and returned my pressure in an agreement of mutual desire and enjoyment.
I slowly released her lips from mine and used my tongue and lips to explore her cheeks, her ear lobes, and began to work my way along her jaw line to her exquisite throat. I could detect a fragrance of light flowery perfume, sharp musky odor of perspiration present and recent and the pungent musk of her arousal. It was a sensual orgy of sight, sound, taste, touch and smell. This was pushing my own excitement and arousal along with hers.
After a few minutes of this I moved back slightly to take her in my arms and guide her to the bed behind her. Slowly I helped her sit on the edge of the bed and then pull me down next to her. Together we maneuvered onto the bed without breaking our caress.
I let her lay on her back and moved so that my face was even her throat and upper chest. I then returned to my deep and pleasurable explorations of her body, inch by exquisite inch. I took my time exploring the area from her lower jaw line and down her throat. I savored the sweet saltiness of her and hoped to return later and try the taste of her mixed with my own body perspiration.
I then began to move slowly lower to her upper chest and the shallow valley at the base of her throat. I could hear her breathing begin a faster and uneven rhythm punctuated by brief pauses and light gasps. I knew that she was enjoy my touches and play as much s I was. Her hands were moving over my back, shoulders and the back of my neck and hair. At times she would pause their gentle strokes as she pulled me tighter to her when she enjoy a particular touch or sensation and signaled me to concentrate a little longer on whatever I was doing at the moment. Her nails would trace paths of electric tingle that would send small shivers through out my body.
Finally I arrived at her breasts. Using my tongue to mark a trail and my teeth and lips to nibble and play I continued to sample her nectar and to continue her path of arousal. Slowly I moved from one breast to the other and traced a teasing inward spiral to her nipples.
When I finally arrived I found a hard nugget of sweet gold. I easily closed my lips over her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth. As her back arched to meet my lips I gently nipped it with my teeth. Her hands locked behind my head and she pulled me tightly to her breast. I then began to suckle at her breast and enjoy the feel of her nipple in my teeth and between my lips.
After a few minutes of this I slowly released her rigid nub and began to move to the other leaving the first still wet with my saliva and the cooling effect maintaining its turgid state. When I finally arrived at the other nipple I had a repeat performance of the first one. By this time her breathing had become faster than before and I could hear a throaty mumble issue from deep inside her. I looked up and saw that she had her head thrown back and her eyes tightly closed. Her lips were parted and she was breathing deeply through her mouth between gasps of pleasure and excitement. I placed the palm of my hand on her tummy and felt her abdominal muscles begin a dance of tension and relaxation.
After several minutes of enjoyment of her wonderful breasts and nipples I resumed my explorations downward. I walked my lips and tongue along her upper stomach and to her navel. I paused there and teased it with the tip of my tongue.
As I was finding the wonders of her upper body with my mouth my hands reached lower and found her wonderful legs. I began to explore with my fingers and palms. Slowly I caressed her velvet smooth skin and moved slowly higher with the intention of meeting my lips at the center of her pleasure. As I nibbled over her lower tummy and along her smoothly shaven mons, my hands moved to the inside of her thighs. As they came closer together her thighs parted and allowed me to discover her woman’s flower.
I paused there to enjoy the sight of her moist sex. She was seeping her nectar and showing a glistening promise of unique flavors that I intended to sample very soon. But first I slowly moved my fingers and then the palm of my hands over her wet opening. I found her clit to be shyly peaking out from its protective hood. I dipped my fingers gently to her moistness and after completely wetting them I cleaned each one with my mouth. She tasted slightly salty, but with a surprisingly sweet after taste.
Slowly I probed into the very entrance to her and used my thumb to gently brush over her clit. After only a few seconds of this I felt her tense and her tummy flutter in a gentle orgasm. It only lasted a few seconds, but I could tell that this would only be the first of many I intended to bring her to.
As it passed I slowly moved the tip of my finger down the crack of her ass cheeks, over the top of her anus with a slight pause to press easily against it and then all the way from the bottom of her vaginal opening to her now fully exposed clit. Again she arched her back and pressed her feet into the bed to return the pressure of my touches and to seek more.
I then moved myself between her legs and used my tongue to trace serpentine paths over her thighs and again spiraling in on my ultimate goal. When I finally arrived I stopped and then began at the very bottom of her sex and licked from bottom to top pausing only to collect a goodly sample of her vaginal excretions. When I stopped at her clit I pressed my middle finger to the entrance to her opening and in time with the touch of my tongue on her clit penetrated deeply into her.
Her thighs quickly parted even further and her hips thrust up to meet my mouth. I also heard her gasp and then hold her breath. Again I felt the tremblers in her tummy and felt a marked increase in the amount of fluid dripping from her already sopping pussy. I could see her hands clutch the bed sheets and a deep moan escape her clenched jaws. I continued to lip chew her clit and to thrust deeply in and out of her love entrance. Her orgasm continued and rolled through her entire body. Slowly I backed off and let her begin to retreat to a series of after shocks that vibrated back and forth like ripples on a pond.
With a final long slow lap of her abundant juices I looked up and smiled at her. Slowly I moved up to lay next to her and slid my bottom arm under her shoulders and moved my top hand slowly from her hip up her tummy felling the last faint quivers of her after shocks. It came to rest cupping her breast and gently playing with her nipple. When she finally regained control I began again by nuzzling her earlobe and working my way down her neck and to the point of her shoulder with light butterfly kisses.
She then took the initiative and pushed me to my back and began her own slow path down my body. The sensations were delicious and each touch sent shivers throughout my body. When she finally, after such sweet anguish, reached her goal she took my semi erect manhood in her hand and ran her fingernails over the head and down the underside and along my sack. My response was immediate and unmistakable. She then kissed the tip and slowly used her tongue around the head. The feelings seemed to start at the base of my penis and spread like a nova through the entire shaft and then throughout the entire hip, back and groin area. I felt like someone had taken an electrical wire and plugged me into Hoover Dam.
When she at last took me fully into her mouth I was as hard as I had ever been in my entire life. She began the up and down motion that generates such sweet torture. I felt like I was in the grip of a soft velvet glove. I could feel my gathering eruption and finally convinced her to release me. I pulled her back up to me and we kissed deeply and passionately. I could taste my own juices on her lips. It was a salty taste, but not unpleasant. Slowly I positioned her on her back and knelt between her legs.
She reached down between us and took my shaft in one hand and with her other spread herself to let me enter her in one smooth long and slow motion. When I felt the base of my penis touch her mound I knew that I had entered her deeply and completely. She was looking deeply into my eyes with an intense concentration. Gently I lay full length on top of her. But I kept my weight on my elbows on either side of her. I covered her and at the same time was joined deeply inside her.
After a long and passionate kiss I began a slow rhythm of withdrawal and reentry. I would pull back to the point of just the head inside the entrance of her woman’s love channel. Slowly I would reenter. I slowly increased the pace as I could see the look of concentration move from me to the feelings and sensations inside her body. We continued this for some time before my arms and elbows started to get sore. I stopped the piston I had set in motion and slid my arms around her back and together I positioned us on our sides face to face. She moved her top leg up and over my hip opening herself to me more completely. When I began my slow rhythm again she joined in and played counterpoint to my motions.
It only took a few minutes of delicious exertion before we were both lost in the overwhelming sensations that we were giving each other. Then I could feel the muscles of her womb begin to clasp me and hold me inside her. Her thighs began to quiver and clamp around my waist. She tossed her head back and she began a long drawn out moaning. Suddenly I felt her tummy begin a hard and regular spasming.
By now I was so deeply trapped by my own universe of sensual overload that I could hold back no longer. I began to spurt long hard and continuous streams of hot seminal fluid into the deepest part of her. Together we lost ourselves in the most primal of all sensations of creation. It seemed like it went on for long and pleasurable minutes. But finally I recovered enough to look into her face. I held myself inside her not wanting to ever withdraw. But, alas, nature will have her way. As she snuggled her face into the curve under my chin and against my throat I softened and fell from inside her.
We lay together this way for long and wonderful minutes of afterglow. Neither of us seemed to have the desire to disturb the feelings of that moment. But at last we recovered our sense enough to kiss deeply and with feelings that I had forgotten. We began quiet pillow talk. To this day I can not remember what we talked about. It was just enough for us to lie together in the warmth of our recent love making and hold each other.
We finally decided to go to the shower room and take a shower together. After more teasing and play she knelt on the floor of the shower and again took me in her hot and velvet smooth mouth. It took only a few minutes of her working me in and out of her mouth before I was again erect and ready. She stood up and turned around with her back to me. She then placed both hands on the wall of the shower and spread her legs. Then she pushed her wonderful ass back into my hard shaft. I began to position myself at her pussy when she again took hold of me and guided the head of my penis to her anal opening. I was surprised, but not the least reluctant to accept the offering to enter that tight and warm opening. I took my time and began a gentle pressure against her anus. I could feel her opening relax and in a matter of a few seconds I just seemed to pop through the anal ring and felt as if I was being drawn deep into that most special orifice.
When I finally bumped into her smooth and unblemished ass cheeks with my hips I paused to relish the feeling. But she only rested there for a few seconds before she began to move away from my hips and let me slowly pull out of her depths. She stopped with just the head inside her anal ring and then again pushed back against me. I joined in and together we set a pace that was slow and intense. It didn’t take long before we began to speed up the pace until I was finally sliding in and out of her at and almost frantic speed I bent forward over her back and took one breast and cupped it in my hand. My other hand went to her vaginal opening and using my thumb and fingers I began to stimulate her clit and her vaginal opening. I began to tweak and pull her nipple. She looked over her shoulder at me and told me to pull harder on her nipple and pound harder into her ass.
Again it didn’t take long for both of us to become lost in the sensations that we were causing in each other. Then with one hard thrust I buried myself deep in her ass and drove her against the shower wall. I felt her anal ring tighten on me the now familiar spasming of her tummy muscles and the quiver in her thighs. As her orgasm overtook her I was propelled into my own. For a second time that night I emptied myself into the deepest part of her body. This time when it finally tapered off I felt her begin to sag and just barely managed to catch her and pull her back to me.
I leaned back against the other wall of the shower and just barely kept from collapsing myself. It took a little longer this time, but at last we both recovered enough to stand alone. But it was several minutes more before I softened enough to drop out of her anus. She turned around and faced me and we kissed deeply and passionately for the second time that night.
After we decided to get out of the shower before we drowned we gathered up our clothes and carried them with us back to the club. She led me to the swimming pool/hot tub room where we placed our clothes on a bench and slid into the pool. We held each other and traded caresses.
Then she saw Mike and Vicky on the other end of the pool. We moved over to them and we began to chat. She then began to play with Mike under the water until he finally turned her around and bent her over at the waist. Vicky and I supported her as Mike entered her from behind and began to piston in and out. It only took a few minutes of this before they climaxed together. After she recovered herself Mike and I lifted Vicky to the side of the pool and Mike sat down behind her with his legs on either side of her hips. Irena then moved to a position between Vicky’s legs and began to use her tongue lips and fingers to slowly arouse the woman to a final and grand climax. While Irena was working on Vicky I moved behind her and again entered her from behind. If we didn’t all three reach climax at the same time it was close enough together that it mattered little.
After we all recovered we all went to the hot tub and chatted for quite some time. Then Irena and I decided to go back to the dance floor. We got out of the pool and toweled off. She pulled her camisole back on but her panties went into my pocket. We danced several dances together and she made it clear to one and all that she was wearing nothing underneath the camisole. And when she wasn’t I took delight in displaying the charms that I held in my embrace.
I finally noticed that we had spent more than 3 hours together and that the hour was getting close to closing time for the club. I invited her to a late dinner/early breakfast. She accepted and we went to gather our things. She slid a short dress over her camisole, still sans panties. I escorted her to her car and then got mine. I followed her to an all night lounge restaurant nearby.
I spent the next 2 hours talking to her and learning about her and her family. As we talked I felt the spell that this Celtic lass had cast over me tighten. It took some convincing, but I was able to get her phone number.
I called her the next day and was relieved to learn that she was pleased to hear from me. I had to go home the next day and she was already committed to a date with another man. So, I had to leave without seeing her again that weekend. But over the next months I talked with her on the phone many times and traveled to Las Vegas to be with her. This courtship was somewhat on again off again at first. But it continued for over another year. I then retired and moved to Las Vegas where I moved into her home. We have since moved into our own home and have been together since.
I have fallen deeply in love with My Irish Goddess and I know that she is just as deeply in love with me. We have both had other sexual partners, but we only make love to each other. I still celebrate the anniversary of meeting this lady on the 24th of July of each year.