The Hiring Fair

Startled when she pulled away from him, his head bowed, his face sad. "What did I do?"

"It's nothing you did Padraig, but I --- we, I shouldn't do this yet. I am horribly dirty and this is not the scent I wish for you to remember me by." Finola scooted away from Padraig, embarrassed by her appearance. Dirt smudged on her face and embedded in the crevices of her skin. She smelled of earth and thought it to be unpleasant for Padraig.

He cupped her face in his hands and as he lay on the scented ground then placed a soft kiss on her parted lips. His desire was going into overdrive but he controlled himself enough because he wanted this first time to last. "

"You will do no such thing, Dear. I want you now. I want you just the way you are. I'm not letting you out of my sight tonight. You are the most beautiful thing on this planet and if you don't get over here beside me, I'm going to burst."

Finola's returned to his side. Her contours glowed with the setting sun. Her touch was like fire on Padraig's sensitive flesh. And with each touch, she delivered a greater passion. Her moves were erotic and Padriag was in heaven. He allowed her to take the lead and that she did.

When he released her face she tore off his shirt. "I want you terribly right now. I haven't time for all these buttons. I'm sorry Padraig," as he heard the buttons popping from the force of her desire. Finola leaned toward him and trailed soft kisses of fire down his neck to his shoulders and beyond.

Padraig's hips rose to meet hers as she inched her way down his form. Planting kisses strategically on her journey. When she reached his chest Padraig let out a heavy yet contented sigh. He was in turmoil because she was taking her sweet time to reach his special place. His cock throbbed in anticipation of her moist lips, but more, her soft pussy.

He'd never in all his days had a woman treat him this way and he loved each delectable thing she was doing to him. She continued on her journey south. Her lips and tongue caressed Padraig's burning flesh. Every touch of her tongue to a new spot had him jerking and groaning in pleasure and torture the same.

"I want to make love to you, Finola. Please let me make love to you," he pleaded between groans. With each attempt to pull her off him, he failed miserably. He wasn't miserable though, quite the contrary. She was insistent upon her delivery of his first orgasm. At least she hoped she was his first.

She scooted back up his body as he trembled uncontrollably. He reached for her dress and yanked as hard as he could to remove the top part. He was unaware that she had already unfastened the buttons that confined her breasts beneath the dress. When the top fell freely to her waist she stood to let it fall to her ankles then stepped from it.

Padraig watched with the eyes of a child on Christmas day. He panted to keep from fainting; she was so breathtaking. Her dark brown hair cascaded softly over her shoulders and down her back. When she removed her undergarments, he also removed his clothing.

His cock sprang to attention when his union suit fell to the ground. He kicked them aside hurriedly, almost tripping over the leg when it caught under his foot. Padraig's desire raged now and he wanted nothing more than to take this woman before him and throw her down to the ground, however, he knew if he did that she would protest and probably reconsider her advances toward him.

Slowly, he guided her to the scented ground. One arm about her waist, the other supporting her shoulders, they descended. Hearts pounded with excitement at the first skin- to-skin contact. Padraig felt his blood boil when her soft curls touched his abdomen. His hips immediately rose to greet her and their heat intensified once again.

The passion in her kiss and the heat of her touch almost sent Padraig over the edge, but he held on. Reaching for his overalls he opened them as best he could for her to lay upon when he'd roll her beneath him. Straddlig her thighs he devoured her with his eyes before following suit with his eager tongue. He needed to taste her, to inhale her to pleasure her the proper way this first time. She deserved more than that, but Padraig was set for time and the situation wasn't as he envisioned his first time being, but he made the best of what he'd had.

With all the passion his heart held, he slowly grazed his hot tongue over her form, lavishing her in erotic pleasure. As his tongue moved over the curves of her breast he slowed his movement, causing Finola to gasp and beg him not to stop.

Her body writhed beneath his. She clenched her fingers in his curls and pushed his face against her straining breasts. He gasped for air but after a deep breath he continued his assault. Moving down her body he teased and tortured her by taking his sweet old time to bring her the pleasure he so wanted to deliver.

All his nervousness banished the closer their bodies came to becoming one. As he moved down her form teasing and pleasing, she urged him on. "Please Padraig, take me. I want you so much. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to make love to you, now!" Her breath heavy, her voice rang with lust. To urge him on, she wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her hips.

The tip of his shaft grazed her pussy and she gasped then moaned as his voice calmed and soothed her. "Relax, love. It will feel better if you just relax and not rush this. I will not hurt you, I promise."

Padriag was amazed at how natural everything seemed as he made love to his treasure for the first time. For only having overheard discussions of a woman's body and what happens during sex, he was astonished how terribly wrong the older blokes were when it came to satisfying a woman.

He slid further down her body; his chest passing over her moist curls. He shuddered with the first whiff of her sweet scent. Propped up on his elbows he slid one hand against the outer region of her sex and she moaned appreciatively. Her hips rose to his hand, pleading for more. Padraig happily obliged.

With his tongue, he went down once more lapping slowly. The combination of his saliva and her juices created a slick path in preparedness of his insertion. Once more over her tender pink lips and her body stiffened. A look of fear covered her face momentarily but was quickly replaced with lust, desire, need to be taken instantly.

Padraig lapped faster and harder at her wetness and couldn't help but smile as the waves crashed through her. Her legs stiffened then convulsed involuntarily for several seconds. When she regained control of herself she raised her legs over his back and pulled him closer, tighter to her sex.

When her convulsions ceased, he returned to her face for a kiss incomparable to that of any other she'd experienced, even with Padraig. Moments passed before Padraig pulled away from her and inserted the tip of his manhood at her opening. She was so slick and hot. She felt him hesitate and pushed her hips against him, forcing his rigid member to penetrate her. Slowly he'd thrust into her warmth. Her muscles milked him ad begged for more. One last cry for mercy, "Please Padraig," was all it took for him to thrust one final time and he was past her protective sheath. A soft whimper escaped, but had quickly been replaced with a warm satisfying smile.

The need to see her face during their lovemaking forced Padraig to pull his throbbing cock from her tight slickness. He pulled her up and repositioned her across his lap. She straddled his legs, facing him she slowly eased herself back down over him; accepting every inch of his thickness deep inside without hesitation.

They slowly rocked in unison until she could hear his breathing deepen, then pant. Finola bent her legs and rode Padraig until his seed erupted deep inside her warmth. She continued until he collapsed to the ground. She remained still on him and felt his shaft slowly deflate; a look of sadness covered her face, yet remained in position.

When she felt Padraig's breath return she writhed against him a second time and within moments he was ready for more and his rigid tip pressed against her secret spot. She smiled and the heat intensified once again. Padraig thrust into her fiercely and she in turn writhed against him and their orgasms peaked simultaneously.

Short of breath, they collapsed against the soft earth. Perspiration glistened in the moonlight as the new lovers caressed and cuddled. Padraig cradled Finola in his arms until both had regained their strength.

The night was peaceful and all was quiet until, from the barn, drifted the sound of a violin. "We should be getting' back, Love," Padraig whispered, his treasure still safe within his arms. He reached for her clothing and helped her dress; tasting her once more before her flesh was covered and out of reach once again. As she sat to put on her shoes, Padraig dressed and pulled on his boots, laced them then helped Finola to her feet.

When they entered the barn all the workers, the farmer and his wife, even a few neighbors danced in the lantern light to celebrate a successful harvest as the music filled the air. Padraig pulled Finola close to him when the violinist played a slow song. He escorted her to the sawdust-covered ground and as they swayed to the music, he closed his eyes and prayed, "Thank you God and the stars above for the harvest moon and the girl from the hiring fair!"