Getting Lost In Their Woods

As the automatic doors to the airport opened, Christy saw the promised emerald hills of Ireland that the college brochure offered to her. She rolled several bags into a shared cab and took it to a temporary hotel while she waited for a room at the National University of Ireland in Galway.

Christy had a lot of options in the American southwest when it came to colleges, but something about Ireland had always called to her. She looked out the van’s window with a tiny, gaped mouth as she marveled at the beautiful city.

“Here you are lass,” said the cab driver in a thick brogue.

He jumped out with her to help her and the hotel’s porter with her bags. The driver ran her international credit card and drove off with several other tourists from the airport. The porter donned all her bags and put each suitcase in his hands. Christy thought she would have to help him, but he was more than strong enough to manage.

She walked up to the hotel clerk and waited for him to get off the phone. Her jaw was starting to tire from the amount of amazement that held it open. Christy figured everyone in Galway had to be gorgeous based on the people she had met so far. Even the older cab driver had a “silver fox” look to him.

“Sorry about that, darling,” the clerk said with a smile and a roll of his tongue. “What can I do for you?”

“Hi,” Christy started with a timid volume. “I should have a room reserved for ten days. The name is under Christina Gomez.”

His blue eyes reflected the computer screen as he typed in Christy’s name. He took her passport to make sure it was her room and then smiled with impressed dimples as he handed her the electronic key to the room.

“Supper is at 17:00 if you’re interested. Complimentary, of course.”

Christy blushed and smiled because she thought it was an invitation to a date before she realized that he meant it was the supper that the hotel offered. She walked away from the desk and stepped into the elevator while the porter followed. Her room was on the seventh floor of the hotel, so she would have to ride for a minute. As the lift made her weightless, Christy felt an exhilaration that made her heart skip a beat.

She unlocked the key and the strong porter gently placed her things inside next to her bed. As he put one of her backpacks down, the one she knew had her vibrator in it, she expected it to go off due to her bad luck. It didn’t, and Christy almost regretted not having to explain the sound to the beautiful blond man. He closed the door behind as he left and she collapsed on the bed.

“Well, this is home for now,” she thought to herself.

Without taking off anything but her tiny boots and her tight fit pants, Christy let the jetlag hit her. She was lost in a dream about her ex-boyfriend that she left behind in San Antonio, Freddy. They were walking on the river in the middle of the city as Christy explained that she wanted to see the world.

“But you are my world,” Freddy argued as he stroked her hair.

She loved the way his fingers felt on her head and she loved him, but he had always been a small-town boy. They had known each other since they were in middle school and had been each other’s first to explore the adventure of lust. Still, Christy knew that he couldn’t fulfill her forever.

“I have to go see more,” she explained in dream language. “It’s not you Freddy. It’s just an opportunity that I can’t pass up.”

“At least let me have one last night before you go,” he whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck. “Give me something to remember you.”

The dream whirled to her girlhood home and Freddy was kissing her exposed collarbone. He unclasped her modest bra and let it fall on the floor. Christy undid his pants and threw them next to her shirt on the desk. When he took off his briefs, she saw the modest manhood that she had known for so long, looking more excited than ever.

As she grabbed it delicately with her small fingers and suddenly, she was forced out of the dream. In the streets of Galway below, several people were yelling and cheering in anticipation of the Saint Patrick’s Day celebration that was to take place in the following days. She sighed and sat up, almost dripping from her dream.

Without regret, she went into her backpack and pulled out her vibrator. As she slipped her panties off, she opened her legs and thought of Freddy’s kiss on her chest and his manhood in her hand. The vibrations pulsed through her as she came and after thirty seconds of being lost in orgasm, Christy put the vibrator down.

It wasn’t her most satisfying gush, but it sufficed. As she went to the bathroom to clean herself off, she thought about Freddy and what he would be doing. The romantic in her liked to think he was masturbating at the same time she was, rubbing his hand like an expert over the prick that could be satisfied with one hand.

She was starting to make herself horny, but the sleepiness outweighed her desire to cum again and she returned to sleep. When her alarm went off the next morning, she gazed at her phone trying to decipher the note that had popped up. It read: “Register for classes and explore campus.”

Christy went into the small hotel bathroom and turned the water on for the shower. She brushed her teeth as she waited for the warm water to turn scalding and she stepped inside. While thinking more about the dream the night before, she lathered her chest and stomach with a foamy white body lotion.

She stopped in the complimentary breakfast and grabbed a quick bagel with cream cheese since she hadn’t eaten since arriving. The clerk and the porter were sitting at a table in the corner and arguing about something. Christy couldn’t read their lips, but even in their frowns and arguing accents, they were attractive.

When she finished eating, she walked out of the hotel and pulled up directions to the University on her phone. Thankfully, it was within walking distance, so she wouldn’t have to spend money on a cab. Christy walked down the streets of Galway and saw several pubs decorating for the Saint Patrick’s Day festivities. Christy felt her heart force a smile on her face as she walked toward her arousing adventure.