I recently posted on this forum about my disappointing experience with a 24 year old. And an Irish Daddy read it and reached out. What happened next is all true...
His good looks and charm attracted me and then he said let's talk "because you might like my accent".
So we moved the conversation to telegram and that’s when my whole body shivered.
"Good evening my little girl..."
It became a delicious daily routine that built up the tension and tease via voice notes and the occasional photo.
A week or so past and our diaries aligned. We wanted to keep the tease building so we opted for a social meet.
A walk with a view and plenty of pathways off just in case the tease became too much to bear.
Why was I so nervous on the drive over? "I'd spoken to Irish Daddy lots, it's all fine." I told myself. The nerves still ran through me. It didn't help that I was running 10 minutes late too. I'm normally early for everything!
Hot and flustered on a warm summers day, I parked the car and spotted him standing near a bench.
"Oh shit, it's happening. I am about to meet Irish Daddy. Will he like me? Will I like him?"
As I got closer, I stumbled on the rocky path and tripped slightly but luckily catching myself. I looked up and smiled. He saw me! Embarrassment rising and fading just as quickly as I told myself, "fuck it, this is me. A clumsy, giggling fool."
As I reached that bench, our eyes were on each other. We hugged and he kissed me just briefly. And my God did he smell good.
We started walking and he teased me about my trip and I could not help but to lean in, touch him and give him a gentle squeeze every now and then.
He returned the tactile touches with a great big passionate kiss. Stopping us in our tracks on this quiet lane, holding my face, grabbing my throat and generally running his hands all over my body.
Those nerves turned to electricity. I wanted more!
Continuing down the path, it wasnt long until we saw a narrow footpath leading to a field.
Daddy insisted we take a look.
The nerves were back. "Oh shit, it's daylight, I'm wearing bright colours, I can't hide in a bush for some middle aged rompy pompy."
Who am I kidding. I couldn't keep my hands off of him. Pushed against a tree, mouth to mine, hands wandering when I feel the first spank!
He spun me around, told me to bend over and the second and third spanks followed.
Biting my lip, constantly looking over our shoulders for fear of getting caught, Daddy knew what he needed to do to disarm me.
That voice, that growl. His lips pressed against my ear like an asmr surround sound experience. My head was gone. I was lost in the moment.
I could feel my wetness through my cotton panties. But he couldn't touch me. Not just yet. I'm out of action this week (IFYKYK) but it didn't stop him getting close to the edge.
I couldn't tell you how long this all went on because I'd lost my senses. It was only a dog bark that snapped me back to reality.
"Fuck! Weve been caught!"
I darent turn around. The dog was near us and then suddenly a lone woman looked startled.
I played it off like we were just casually chatting against the tree in the shade.
I wonder if she spotted his undone trousers and belt hanging down!!
Deciding that was enough risk today. We carried on our walk to find a bench towards the start again. Chatting, kissing and touching and soon it was time for daddy to go.
I did not want it to end. If it's this electric in public, what will we be like behind closed doors?
I'm hoping to find out this week...x x x x x |
