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The wind was out of the north-east at about Force 4 as I walked down the dock at Greencastle Harbour and stepped aboard Jeannie, my Nordic 26 cruise tug. It had cost me a chunk of money to have her carried here as deck cargo on a freighter, but the sale of my recording studio in Texas had made it possible for me to retire long before I deserved to and enjoy six months of the year in County Donegal, Ireland. Nobody was ever going to confuse my bank account with Warren Buffet's, but I was able to enjoy the lifestyle and the wonderful people of the Emerald Isle without worrying about finances.
I could never give up my home state of Texas, but when the temperature starts climbing in the Lone Star state I get on a plane and head for latitude 55N where the mercury rarely exceeds 72 degrees. Or, as they measure it here, 22 degrees Celsius. On my first visit here, I couldn't help but laugh when the temp hit 75 one day and the locals were complaining about the heat. It had been 114 the day I flew out of DFW.
"I'm leaving out a week after Wednesday," I told them. "Y'all come on back to Fort Worth with me. There's something I want to show you."
Today was a comfortable 65 degrees and the wind was kicking up waves about a metre high on Lough Foyle. I checked the fridge for a suitable supply of Guinness cans and gave the boat a quick check before throwing the master switch and starting the engine. The Perkins 4-236 diesel started on the first revolution and I let it tick over slowly as I stepped out on deck and cast off the bow and stern lines. I coiled the lines, pulled the fenders inboard and went back into the wheelhouse. I didn't really have a plan for the afternoon; I just wanted to get out on the water for a while. I reached up to the electronics console on the overhead and switched on the radios, radar and depth sounder. Easing the transmission into gear, I pushed the throttle up a bit and steered Jeannie away from the dock. It was low tide, so I made sure to keep 'the nob' well to port. The Marliona, a 90 foot fishing boat, had gone aground on that pesky high spot inside the harbour last season and I had no intention of duplicating that event.
As I cleared the breakwater, the waves caught Jeannie and made her roll a bit, but her sea-kindly hull design ensured that it wasn't objectionable. Now, the question was, where to go? I decided to turn to port and head out into the North Atlantic just enough to go about five miles to Kinnagoe Bay and see if my friend Declan was sitting on his porch overlooking the bay -- with a Guinness in his hand. Just to make sure he was, I called him on my Iridium satellite phone and told him to watch for me. I figured I'd make a pass through Kinnagoe and then go back into Lough Foyle and head for Moville, tie up at the transient pier there and have dinner at Rosato's Bar. That decision made, I pushed the throttle up and headed out of the lough at about 12 knots.
I came around the point into Kinnagoe Bay, throttled back and looked above the cliff to Declan's house. Sure enough, he was standing on the porch with Mairead, his girlfriend, and they were both waving at me. I waved back, then pushed the throttle forward, came around to starboard and headed back for the entrance to Lough Foyle. I was getting hungry and dinner at Rosato's was starting to sound pretty good. The wind had freshened to about Force 5 and the waves were approaching two metres as I turned starboard into the lough. The mouth of Lough Foyle is large and there's not much moderation of the wind when it's out of the north. I grabbed a Guinness from the fridge and settled back for the hour's run to Moville. With the wind at my stern, it was a comfortable ride with only a little pitching motion.
The Greencastle-Magilligan ferry was returning to the harbour and I steered slightly to port to pass well astern of it. As I swung back on course I noticed a small sailboat off the port bow probably two miles away. I picked up the gyro-stabilised Steiner binoculars off the console and took a closer look.
I focused the big Steiners, and was surprised to see a catboat about 15 feet long. The catboat, a gaff-rigged vessel with the single mast far forward, is primarily found on the east coast of the United States. This was the first one I'd seen in Ireland. Catboats are a bit tricky to handle and as I watched, the wind got ahead of the sailor and the little boat rolled to starboard and capsized.
The Perkins engine below decks bellowed as I shoved the throttle to the stop and turned toward the stricken boat. I grabbed the microphone for the VHF radio in the overhead console and called the Greencastle Coast Guard on Channel 16.
"Greencastle Coast Guard, this is Jeannie. A small catboat has just capsized, bearing 180 degrees, approximately three miles from the mouth of the harbour. I am two miles away and headed for them at 14 knots. Over."
"Jeannie, this is Greencastle dispatch. We're currently on a tow for a disabled vessel between the mouth of Lough Foyle and Portstewart. Can you provide assistance or should we call Malin Coast Guard? Over."
"Negative, Greencaste. Malin's at least 30 minutes away. I can be there in about eight minutes. I'll handle it. I'll call if I need help. Jeannie out."
Consumed with frustration, I hammered the throttle lever with my hand, hoping to eke out just one more knot from Jeannie. It didn't help — the Perkins diesel was wound as tight as it would go — and I settled back and steered for the capsized catboat as I held the binoculars to my eyes. As I got closer, I was able to see one person in the water holding onto the catboat's mast.
About a half mile out, I left the wheelhouse, stepped out onto the aft deck and got the life ring ready to toss when I was in range. Back in the wheelhouse, I steered a bit to port, putting the catboat on the lee side of Jeannie, pulled the throttle back to dead slow and when I saw the sailor in the water, stepped out on the starboard deck and cast the life ring with a side-arm motion. The ring bounced off the catboat's mast and fell within a foot of the person in the water. She — I saw now that the victim was a female — released her grip on the mast and clutched at the life ring with both hands. I reached into the wheelhouse, pulled the throttle all the way back and shifted the gearbox into neutral.
"Hang on to the ring and I'll haul you around to the swim step," I yelled at her.
She nodded her head and I pulled the line in hand-over-hand as I walked to the stern rail. I stepped over the transom and the waves washed over my feet as I stood on the step and helped her come aboard. The first detail about her that I noticed was her red hair. Regardless of the myth, there really aren't that many redheads in Ireland. There are actually more in Denmark. But she was a redhead, with that perfect complexion that is so rare; and to top it off, she had green eyes. Green-eyed redheads are my absolutely favourite flavour of female and I had just rescued one from the waters of Lough Foyle.
But therewas no time to think those kind of thoughts and I let the life ring fall to the deck and drew her into the wheelhouse. She was shivering from the cold and I closed the wheelhouse doors and turned the heater up to max. I got a blanket from the forward cabin and wrapped it around her, then moved Jeannie to a position where I could get a line around the tip of the catboat's mast. Pulling carefully from the other side, I righted the little vessel; still full of water, but now upright and able to be towed . I rigged a line to its bow and took it under tow at about four knots. I finally had a chance to talk to the lady that I had just rescued. "I'm Sean. Sure glad I got here in time to pull you out of the water."
"I'm Aideen." She took a breath, still cold from the 50 degree water of the lough, and smiled. "I thought I was dead when my boat turned over. Thank you." Her lips quivered and I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or if she was trying not to cry. If she wanted to cry, she was certainly entitled. She'd come damn close to dying in the cold, dark waters of Lough Foyle. If the ferry hadn't passed in front of me, and if I hadn't turned to port to pass astern of it, and if the catboat's sail hadn't caught my eye, and if.... That's a lot of "ifs", but it all boils down to the fact that Aideen was damn lucky to be alive.
She started to speak, but I stopped her. "You were the only one in the boat, right?"
She nodded. "Yes, I was just going to have a short afternoon sail."
"OK. Hold on. I have to make a radio call." I grabbed the VHF mic again.
"Greencastle Coast Guard, this is Jeannie. I have the single victim from the capsized catboat onboard and have the vessel in tow. The victim is wet and cold but with no injuries. Jeannie out."
"Greencastle Coast Guard. Received. Well done. Out."
Now I had time to deal with my new shipmate and find out more about her and, more importantly, where she was from and where I needed to take her.
"Aideen, where are you from, how do you feel and do you need to go to hospital?"
She'd stopped shivering now and her lips weren't quivering "I'm warming up and I'm fine. I don't need to go to hospital and I'm from Moville. I keep my boat tied up there and get out on the Foyle whenever I have time."
I chuckled as I responded to her. "I was headed for Moville when I saw your boat capsize. I'm out of Greencastle and I was going to have dinner at Rosato's. But, right now, I don't think either one of us are really dressed for dinner there."
"If we can get my boat to the lower harbour in Moville, I'll make you dinner at my house, and I don't care how you're dressed."
"Darlin'," — the 'Texasism' just slipped out — "are you sure you feel up to making dinner for me? Hell, your boat just capsized and you damn near drowned in Lough Foyle."
"But I didn't drown and I'm warm now and I feel fine. You saved my life and the very least I can do to thank you is to cook you dinner. How about it?" Her eyes flashed green fire as she dared me to decline.
I was born at night, but it wasn't last night and I'll be damned if I was going to pass up a chance to have dinner with a beautiful green-eyed Irish redhead who was absolutely insistent that she fix dinner for me and was showing signs of getting really miffed if I didn't agree sometime in the immediate future.
"All right, Darlin', you've convinced me. Just tell me where to park your boat and it'll be my pleasure to be your guest for dinner".
"Turn to starboard just after you enter the harbour and my slip is just past a forty foot trawler called the "Donegal Dreamer."
"Donegal Dreamer, got it. On our port or starboard side?"
"Starboard, about four boats in."
I backed off the throttle until Jeannie was moving through the water at only two knots and went aft to shorten the tow. With Aideen's swamped catboat about ten metres behind us, we eased into Moville harbour. I turned Jeannie to starboard just as we cleared the breakwater and immediately saw the "Donegal Dreamer" just ahead to starboard.
Aideen stood up, threw the blanket aside and headed for the aft deck. "I'll go back and hold her off as you get her up beside my slip".
"Go for it". I pulled the throttle all the way back and slipped the gearbox into neutral. Jeannie came to a stop in the still waters of Moville harbour as Aideen's boat eased to a stop about a metre behind the swim step.
"If you can get the swim step over to the slip, I'll pull her in and tie her up",
Damn, this girl recovers quickly from a near-drowning. I put in full port rudder and goosed the Perkins. Jeannie's stern swung neatly to starboard with no need for either the bow or stern thrusters and Aideen stepped nimbly onto the finger pier of her slip. She'd already slipped the line from Jeannie's towing bitt and the little catboat, filled to the gunwales with the water of the Foyle, followed her sluggishly as she drew it into the slip. As the catboat's bow touched the end of the slip, Aideen swiftly tied her off, walked lightly down the pier and stepped back aboard Jeannie.
"About twenty metres ahead and to port is the transient slip," she told me as she returned to the wheelhouse.
I found it with no problem and as Jeannie came to a stop alongside, I dropped the fenders over the side and made the dock lines fast to the mooring cleats. Stepping onto the dock, I extended my hand to help Aideen ashore and said, "All right, pretty lady, I'm all yours."
She gave me a sideways glance from those stunning green eyes as she said, "God, I certainly hope so".
It only takes about ten minutes to walk from one end of Moville to the other and since Aideen's place was above the old Anchor Bar, overlooking the harbour, it only took about three minutes to get there. She reached out and opened the door -- that's one of the nice things about rural Ireland, you don't need to lock your doors -- and entered, motioning for me to follow her. I stepped through the door and nudged it closed with my heel.
As I looked around the small living room, I noticed two things. One, the room was decorated in an extremely pleasing nautical decor. Two, and much more captivating, the owner of the room was looking steadily at me, her ravishing green eyes fixed on my grey ones, seemingly looking deep into my soul as she studied me. I returned her searching gaze unflinchingly.
"Good Lord, woman. You are absolutely beautiful. But this is a hell of a way to meet." I couldn't help myself. She was gorgeous. "I'm so glad I got to you in time."
"Sean, thank you for saving my life. I feel so stupid for letting my boat capsize like that." She shuddered as she talked and her lower lip quivered again. "I was so scared when I got dumped in the water. I wasn't wearing a life jacket and I didn't know how long I could stay afloat. Then I looked over toward Greencastle and I saw your boat headed toward me. From where I was, down in the Foyle at water level, Jeannie looked so big, she looked like a Coast Guard cutter and I made up my mind that I would tread water until she got to me. I saw the spray busting off her bows and the way she was half out of the water over the swells and I knew that the captain of that boat was doing all he could to get to me and I vowed not to disappoint him. I promised myself that I'd survive until he got to me."
She'd been brave as long as she could, and her sobs erupted as she half-stepped, half-fell into my arms. I caught her and performed a passable pirouette that landed us on her couch. Her arms encircled me and she pressed her face against my chest; her body-wracking sobs shook the couch as I held her close to me. I have no idea how long I held her like that. She eventually stopped crying, but still she held me and pressed her face against me. I was content to merely hold her; she needed holding and she felt so good, so natural, in my arms that I couldn't conceive of releasing her. It was in no way sexual, simply one human being giving comfort to another.
She relaxed finally, her desperate clutching at me ceased and her embrace became sensual as she turned her mouth to mine. I bent my head down to meet hers and our lips touched. It felt as if an electric charge had passed between us as my hand went behind her head and pulled her closer to me. Her mouth opened and our tongues met, reaching deep and twining together.
I pulled Aideen close to me, driving my tongue deep into her mouth and accepting hers as it explored me. After a while, she pulled back, looked deep into my eyes, laid back on my lap and began to unbutton her blouse. She completed the process, reached her arms around my neck, pulled me down to her lips and kissed me again. Then, knowing that she had my complete attention, she slowly drew her blouse apart -- from the bottom up -- showing me first her flat belly, then the fine conjunction of her ribs into her sternum and, finally, her breasts.
They were small and they were beautiful. I'm partial to small breasts and Aideen's were the most perfect small breasts I've ever seen. Each not much bigger than a fried ranch egg, but with large aureolas and thimble-sized nipples. I bent forward and took her left nipple into my mouth as my hand traced the curve of her body from her narrow waist down to her wide hips.
One of the sexiest things, to me, about a woman is the difference between her waist and her hips. I love a narrow waist and relatively wide hips. It's the difference between the two that turns me on and Aideen had it all working. Physically, she was my perfect woman and here she was in my arms. How much of her attention to me was real and how much was a result of the trauma of being capsized in the Foyle? I guessed that I'd find out as the evening progressed.
As I suckled her nipple Aideen writhed under me, responding to my stimulus. Finally, she pressed my face away from her breast and, once again, locked her mouth onto mine.
"It's time we went to the bed, Sean", she mumbled into my lips. "I know I promised you dinner, but we can do that later."
"Lead on, sexy lady. The only thing I'm hungry for right now is you." I extended my hand to her as she stood up. Then I followed her as she led me up the stairs.
As we entered her bedroom at the top of the stairs, Aideen stopped ahead of me and slowly and sensually shed her clothes. I can't really remember the order in which she disrobed; only the picture of her stunning nude body, with a neatly trimmed red bush and shaved pussy lips, standing before me, presented for my approval and my acceptance, remains in my mind. There was no question that I was expected to disrobe as well. And, I did.
Aideen held out her hand to me and I reached out for her; Naked, and in need of each other, we fell onto her bed. As I lay next to her, my cock was harder than I believe it's ever been. Every fibre of my body wanted to jump on the magnificent female body beside me and "knock the lining out of her", as an old college friend of mine used to say.
But this beautiful, sensitive, recently ship-wrecked woman next to me surprised the hell out of me with her next words. Of all the things in the world I've have expected to hear from her, this was definitely on the bottom of the list. Not that I was averse to her request, it's just that I never expected, never hoped, to hear it from one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen.
"Sean, will you give me an enema?"
There was a definite pause before I answered her. Not because I'm against enemas, actually I love both giving and receiving them. It's just that I'd never had a request to administer an enema come to me so unexpectedly.
"Uh, I'd love to, pretty girl. Would you like it here or in the bathroom?"
She was lying on her back and her hand teased her clit as she replied, "I think I'd like it here. You can find all the gear in the bathroom. It's actually laying out because I was going to have a good session after I got back from my sail. I hadn't really expected to bring you back with me, but it seems to have turned out just fine."
It was certainly turning out just fine for me, and I headed for the bathroom to get the preparations for Aideen's first enema of the evening underway. If I had my way, she and I would each get more than one this night.
I leaned over the bed and kissed her on the lips; her tongue sought mine and I let her find it. My hands covered her beautiful, tiny breasts and, as I pulled away from her, I asked, "Do you do enemas for sexual pleasure or for health?"
Her green eyes drew me into their circle of power as she smiled and replied, "Sometimes for health; but tonight, with you, it'll definitely be for sexual pleasure. So, try not to be too long, because I'm ready to be pleasured."
My cock, already more than half-hard, stiffened upon hearing that and I headed for the bathroom, fighting to keep from 'taking myself in hand'.
I entered the bathroom and was stunned to see the range of enema equipment that Aideen had on display. Maybe 'display' isn't the right word, because she hadn't really planned for me to come home with her and see it. But, whatever she'd intended or, not intended, it was on display now and it was like a playground to me. As far as I could figure, I had 'carte blanche' to pleasure the beautiful redhead in the bedroom with any and/or all of the toys arrayed before me.
Among the choices of equipment was a 4-quart silicone bag from Beth Tyler and a large Silver Bullet from The Collector. Surprisingly, there was also a decent collection of short tubes, adapters, double balloon catheters, exotic nozzles and other gadgets that wouldn't have been part of a casual enema aficionado's collection. There's a big difference between wanting an enema now and then, and wanting to push the sensation to the max. The accessories here were intended to push it to the max.
I took a quick look and decided on the the Beth Tyler bag and the Silver Bullet. Picking up the bag, I let the water in the sink warm up and stabilise at just above body temperature. Aideen was definitely into enemas; her sink had a bar-type faucet with adequate space to fill a bag underneath the spout. I'm not a big fan of soap enemas, so I just filled the bag with plain water.
There was also a hospital-type IV pole there and when the bag was full I hung it on a hook on the mobile stand, attached the Silver Bullet and bled the air from the hose. A jar of Vaseline was on the counter and I took it with me as I pushed the wheeled IV stand into the bedroom.
Aideen was lying on her stomach, her long, slender legs spread and her face turned toward me as I entered the room. "Oh, God, Sean. I am so ready for this. I've been doing this solo for so very long. It'll be so wonderful to have you give me an enema."
"I don't know how you figured out that I'm an enema lover too, Baby. But this is wonderful for me too."
"I didn't know you were, Sean. I just said that because I really need, and want, an enema. If you'd have told me to go to hell, I'd just have given myself one. It would have been good, but it's going to be much better with you giving it to me."
The bag with the Silver Bullet was ready, hanging on the arm of the IV pole. I was ready and I was pretty sure that Aideen was ready too. "I'm going to lube you up now, pretty girl".
"God, I'm so ready. It's been so very long since I've had an enema from somebody else."
I almost regretted that she'd ever had an enema from anybody else, but she was an adult and I told myself that attitude wasn't fair. This was the first she'd ever had from me, and I vowed to make it the best she'd ever had.
I dipped my finger into the Vaseline and with my other hand spread the cheeks of her perfect ass. I admired her tight anus for just a moment before I laid my lubed finger against her orifice. As I applied light pressure against her anus, I knew that she was no stranger to anal penetration as she pressed back against me and drew me into herself.
My finger slid into her, she didn't resist me and I pressed a second finger into her. Her ass accepted me and relaxed around my fingers as they penetrated her. I withdrew my fingers from her body and she remained open as my fingers left her.
Just for fun, both hers and mine, I pressed my fingers into her again and then, before she could close up, pressed the tip of the Silver Bullet against her sphincter. It slid into her as if it had found a home, and she moaned with the sensation. I worked it in and out of her a few times and then pressed it home, settling it deep into her rectum. She moaned again and I trailed my fingers lazily across her perfect ass; teasing her before I flicked the clamp and let the warm water loose into her waiting colon.
I moved the Silver Bullet lightly within her as I released the hose clamp and she twitched her lovely hips in response to the warm, soothing, but yet stimulating, water flowing into her. As I knelt on the floor beside the bed and played gently with her hair, her face turned to me and her green eyes sparkled.
"Kiss me, Sean," she whispered. "Let me taste your tongue as you fill me with the water."
I reached under her as I kissed her and took her left nipple between my fingers. It became even harder as I squeezed it tenderly. Aideen moaned softly and her hips rose and fell, drawing the Silver Bullet deep within herself as she responded to my touch.
I didn't know if Aideen would be able to hold the entire bag or not. Four quarts is a lot of water and she was a rather small girl. I glanced up at the bag on top of the IV stand and was surprised to see that it was below half full. She'd already taken more than two quarts. But the full flow couldn't go on forever.
"Sean," her voice was strained. "Please stop it for just a minute. I need to take a bit of a pause."
My hand reached for the clamp and I immediately stopped the flow of water into her. I gently rubbed her back and her buttocks as she slowly relaxed and accommodated the volume of water inside her slender body. There was a muted gurgle as the water found equilibrium in her bowels and she motioned for me to start the flow again.
I continued rubbing her back, relaxing her and reveling in the feel of her perfect body as she accepted the water coursing into her. She moaned and whispered her delight, pressing herself against my hands as she filled. I became lost in the joy of her excitement and was surprised to hear the sucking sound as the last drops of the water flowed from the bag and into Aideen's ass, which was tightly clenching the Silver Bullet.
"Oh, God, Sean," she said, her tone was delighted, but yet surprised. "I took all of it. I've never done that before. I've tried, but I've never been able to hold it all before. I'm going to have to get rid of it rather quickly though, and I don't know you well enough yet to do that in front of you, so if you'll go downstairs and get us each a Guinness, I'll go to the loo."
I quickly closed the clamp on the hose, then slowly and sensuously drew the Silver Bullet from her. I gave her a light, teasing slap on her perfect ass and then stepped back to give her room to get up off the bed. As she gained her feet, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a lingering kiss, her tongue teasing me as she headed for the commode.
Knowing that she needed, wanted, time to finish her expulsion, I didn't hurry once I was on the first floor of her apartment. Looking around, I saw beyond the obvious nautical decor I'd first noticed when I came in. There were many photographs on the wall, mostly black and white, a few in colour, but all were neatly framed. And all were of the sea. Some had captured the ocean while it was calm and nurturing, clearly indicating its status as the benevolent life-giver of us all. But most of the images were taken as the North Atlantic raged around the Emerald Isle; some from the safety of the shore and some from precarious vantage points aboard vessels caught in Mother Nature's most capricious moments. And each of them carried, in the lower right-hand corner, a small watermark -- "Aideen".
I stood, stunned, in the living room of a small apartment in Moville, County Donegal; while the owner of the apartment emptied her bowels upstairs. I'm a pretty fair photographer myself; been published quite a few times and made a bit of money from my pictures. But I was now looking at some images which made me think, "Goddamn, I wish I'd taken those." Aideen's photographs had captured, both at rest and in turmoil, the essence of the North Atlantic; that vicious, beautiful body of water which surrounds the 'little island just west of a larger island off the west coast of Europe'.
I shook off the wonder that had consumed me and looked around for the fridge. Aideen had, after all, sent me downstairs to get a couple beers. I opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of cans of Guinness Draught. With that bounty safely in hand, I headed back upstairs, hoping that Aideen had finished her toilet duties and was waiting for me.
As I topped the stairs, Aideen was waiting for me; her arms went around my neck, and her tongue found mine. We held each other -- actually, she held me since I was still holding a Guinness can in each hand -- and kissed for quite a while. Then, she stepped back from me and took one of the cans from my hand. She deftly opened it, took a long swallow and then looked directly and deeply into my eyes.
"Sean, I want to give you an enema. How do you feel about that".
It took all of my self-control, and everything I'd ever learned from the acting classes I took way back when in Hollywood. (Yeah, there was once a time I thought I might make a living as an actor, but don't worry about it) to maintain my composure. I casually popped the top on my can of Guinness, and whatever passed for my composure gave way to my real feelings.
"I'm ready for it whenever you're ready to give it to me, pretty girl. How and where do you want me?"
"Just lay down on the bed, Sean. Face down. That may not be the way you end up, but it'll be the way you start."
I took a long swallow from my Guinness, set it on the cabinet beside the bed, and laid on the bed as I'd been instructed. Knowing that Aideen would want access to my ass, I spread my legs in anticipation of her touch. I didn't have long to wait.
I felt her lubed finger feel its way into the crack of my ass and unerringly find my my puckered hole. Her other hand held my cheeks apart and her finger pressed against my asshole. I love anal penetration and I'm no stranger to it, so I relaxed quickly and let her enter me. She stroked me gently and slowly and then, drawing her finger out of me, replaced it with two fingers. The sensation was exciting and I thrust my hips back against her, pressing my asshole against her, forcing her fingers as deep inside me as they would go.
"Oh, so that's the way you like it," her happy chuckle told me she liked my response. "Just stay still for a bit and I'll give you something you'll really like"
Her fingers pulled from me then, and the emptiness left me un-satisfied.
But, she was back soon, and I felt her fingers as she gently lubed me once again.
"So, how do you like this, Baby?". Her soft voice queried me as I felt a hard object press against my waiting ass. Before I could answer, the object -- I sensed that it was a butt plug -- eased into me and her touch was so gentle, so loving -- that I relaxed and accepted it immediately and it slid easily into my ass. She patted me gently on the ass, her fingers teased the plug, and I pushed my ass against her hand as she said, "Just wait, Baby, it gets better."
"I'm going to get your enema ready now, Sean. I know you'll enjoy the plug in your ass until I get back. Just lay there and wait for me, Baby. It doesn't matter how good you're feeling now, I promise you it's going to be better."
Holy shite! My dick was already so hard a cat couldn't scratch it. And this beautiful woman was telling me it was going to get better. My biggest worry at the moment was trying to keep from coming before Aideen really wanted me too. It was a pretty safe bet that she was planning my orgasm for some moment that was determined by her alone. I didn't have a problem with that. I just wanted to make sure I could hold out until she was ready. That would make it the best for both of us.
She grasped the butt plug and drew it slowly from me. I relaxed as the widest part passed through my sphincter and then my ass closed involuntarily as the point of the plug was drawn from me. Aideen teasingly pressed the tip back into me and then, drawing it from me once again, eased two fingers into my ass before it could close again. I thrust my ass against her fingers, she pressed into me and we held our contact for a moment in time.
"Sean, just lay there for a minute and I'll bring you your enema," she said as she withdrew her fingers from me. "You've got the hungriest ass I've ever seen. Just stay there, Baby," She went into the bathroom and I lay on the bed, my ass open and wanting her touch more than I could explain.
"Sean...Baby...I"m back. Here's your enema." I felt her fingers at my asshole once again and I surrendered myself to her as her lubed fingers filled my rectum and then withdrew, leaving me feeling empty.
Something, I had no fucking idea what it was, pressed against my asshole and I tightened involuntarily as it tried to penetrate me.
"Relax, Sean. You know I won't hurt you. Just relax and let it in." Aideen's soft voice flowed into my ears and I gave myself over to her. I consciously relaxed my asshole and let the first of four -- but I didn't know it then-- big knobs into me. Aideen giggled behind me and I felt the next knob press against my willing asshole. I was taken over by my need and unable to maintain my control. I forced my asshole back against it, wanting more and wanting it now. Aideen could feel my desire and she pressed the nozzle into me even as I strived to take it into my wanting ass.
I felt the next -- the second -- knob stretch my hole and then the third and, soon, the fourth and final knob was in me as Aideen released the clamp and let the warm water fill my questing bowels. She massaged my ass-cheeks firmly as she pressed the nozzle deep into me and occasionally her hand wandered to my balls and cupped me.
She gently worked the nozzle within me, pulling it out so that the fourth knob teased the inside of my sphincter and then pressing it deep into me again. All this time, the water ran into me and the sensation of my full belly finally began to over-ride the ecstasy of Aideen's anal stimulation. Just as I could hold it no longer, I heard the sucking sound of the enema bag giving its last drops to my ass. Aideen heard it too, and immediately began to draw the sensuous nozzle from me.
She took her time, teasing me as she slowly withdrew it and then pressed it back into me. Although I desperately needed to expel, her actions excited me even more and my cock got harder even as the urge to expel overcame me. But then, my moans became less those of a man in ecstasy and more those of a man in anguish; Aideen realised this and finally pulled the nozzle completely from me.
I bolted from the bed and headed for the commode. My only thought at the time was to empty my bowels and gain relief from the pressure within me. As my arse hit the seat, I relaxed my sphincter and felt the water begin to flow from me. The relief was immediate and, surprisingly, it turned me on even more. I felt my cock harden more than I believed was possible and my hand went instinctively to stroke it.
"Do you mind if I watch?"
Aideen's voice startled me and my head jerked to see her standing in the bathroom door. She was watching me intently and her hand was between her legs, playing with her clit as she watched me. I wasn't sure if she was excited from watching me stroke my cock or if she was excited by watching me as I expelled my enema. It didn't really matter, and I told her so. She thrust her hand deep into herself as she listened to me.
"I'll let you watch me no matter what I do, pretty girl. So, what is it that I'm doing that you really want to watch?"
"Everything, Sean. You're expelling the water that I put into you and you're stroking your cock because either the enema, or me, or both -- excites you. I want to watch it all."
"You're right, Baby, it all excites me. I love enemas and anal action, but you're the most exciting, sexy, beautiful lady I've seen in a very long time. So, whatever you're watching, it's all because of you."
She teased me by trailing her fingers -- soaked by her juices -- over her breasts; and then smiled at me as she extended her hand to my mouth, inviting me to lick her essence from her fingers.
I sucked her dripping fingers into my mouth, unable to contain my passion as I continued stroking my throbbing cock while the water she had put into me still flowed from my open ass. My cock demanded that my hand keep stimulating it as my lips consumed her cunt-soaked fingers and I lost all control. My cock convulsed and he first spasm of my climax fired onto her chest as she stood before me, coating the space between her tiny breasts.
Aideen stood there as my come covered her chest. One hand teased her clit and the other rubbed my sperm into her skin. Then she raised her hand to her lips and tasted my juices. She pressed two fingers deep into her mouth; smiling as she sucked them clean.
"God, Sean, you taste good. Can I have some more of that when we got back in bed?"
"Sweetheart, you can have all there is of me when we get back to bed. Just as long as I can have all there is of you."
Her flaming red hair had dried after its ignominious dunking in the Foyle and was sensuously tousled about her head. Her green eyes sparkled and she grinned a sexy, enticing grin, "Sean, all of me is yours for the taking. I'll be waiting on the bed. So, come and take me. Or," she paused for just a beat, "take me...and come".
There was no way I could refuse an offer like that and as she left the bathroom and headed for the bed, the last of the water left me. I could feel that I was completely evacuated and I decided to make her wait for just a little longer. I stepped off the commode and into the shower.
Like most showers in Ireland, Aideen's had an electric demand heater mounted to the shower wall. I turned the flow on and adjusted the temperature. As it stabilised, I stepped into the stall and closed the glass door behind me. I'd no sooner ducked my head under the shower-head to wash my hair than I sensed the door open and felt the press of Aideen's body against mine.
Her tiny tits pressed into my back as I felt her arms around me and her small hands cupped my cock and balls. I pushed back against her, feeling my ass against her shaved mound.
"You rascal. You didn't think you'd be able to take a shower without me, did you?" She hugged me tightly, negating any hint of pique as she asked the question.
"Didn't think you needed a shower, pretty girl, considering the bath you just took in the Foyle". I grinned as I said it, figuring it was a pretty decent comeback.
I flinched as a stinging slap impacted my right buttock. "Not funny. Just because you saved my life, doesn't give you the right to tease me about it. Now, kiss me." She eased around in front of me and as our lips met under the flowing water, her tongue reached deep into my mouth and she pressed her flat, toned belly against my hard cock.
Somehow -- I don't remember the exact details -- we actually finished the shower and I guess we soaped and rubbed and cleaned each other to our mutual satisfaction. Eventually, we ended up back on the bed. I was lying on my back and Aideen's lithe body was tight against me. My cock was pointed toward the ceiling with pride and the hot wetness enveloping my fingers between her legs told me of her desire.
Without warning, she vaulted over me, her wet pussy poised tantalisingly above the head of my cock. Then, in a quick, decisive motion, she lowered fully onto me. She enveloped me and I felt the tip of my cock lightly touch her cervix.
She moaned softly and I grasped her waist; my hands slid down to her beautiful, wide hips and I drew her even further down onto me. It was only a few seconds before our common needs overcame us and we climaxed together. She thrust herself violently against me and I drove my throbbing cock fiercely up into her as we shared our passion.
As our spasms subsided, she whimpered as she fell down onto me and I held her tightly to me, as my cock slowly diminished within her. Her prominent nipples pressed into my chest, stimulating me, and I knew that it wouldn't take long before this wonderful, sensual woman would make me hard again. But it was time for rest now, and I held her with love and tenderness as we fell asleep.
My last conscious thought, just as I drifted off, was, "What the hell is she going to think when she finds out that her new lover is really a Texas millionaire?"