Tom
With me being retired and Eileen working part-time in her own business it means we can take advantage of last minute holiday offers if they come our way.
Just over a month ago I bumped into an old work colleague who offered me the use of his apartment in the "Food Capital of Ireland" for a long w/e. He said it might be quiet enough but the restaurants were good, the Guinness excellent, the pubs great crack and the golf courses challenging.
We had never been and Eileen was really up for it rather brazenly saying that she had always fancied Irish men! I had to remind her we couldn't do a lot in my friends' apartment.
We got into the village on Friday afternoon and found it quaint but rather out of season and a little deserted.
I thought Eileen had both rather overdressed and underdressed for the night out for our meal in the local hotel and a mini pub crawl. Since I encouraged her to dress sexier and since her sexual awakening she does tend to dress to show off her assets. This time it was in a short black pleated skirt, lace top hold-ups, 4 inch heels, and a see through black lace vest. This actually emphasised and showed off her ripe 39c breasts but she did wear a light jacket over it.
I wasn't complaining for it showed off her heavy breasts, her shapely legs and ripe thighs and when she strode out the bottom of the creamy cheeks of her big ripe ass, but I felt it a little extreme for this sleepy Irish town.
The meal was superb and I think the elderly waiter fully enjoyed the view of Eileen's breasts as he was terribly attentive. I think she was a bit disappointed at the lack of possible suitable male talent in the hotel or in the more traditional bars we visited. Although in the penultimate bar we were in she described the young barman as "quite fanciable" and said as she was very randy would I mind if she picked him up.
I didn't really think it was a good idea as we had never really tried to pick someone up cold before and suggested that I ask him if there were any livelier places in town when I went up to the bar to order another round of drinks. When I asked him he smiled and looking across at Eileen said "with a lady like that I should have thought you 'd have enough entertainment." Following his gaze I saw Eileen had crossed her legs showing a large expanse of creamy thigh above her stocking tops and when she saw us looking she smiled and without pulling her skirt down uncrossed her legs and crossed them again giving us a flash of her big shaven pussy mound. The skirt rode even higher and she put on display her thighs above the stocking top right up to the bottom of her butt cheeks.
He murmured that there was a livelier sports bar a few streets away but if he had a lady like her he knew where he would be taking her.
When we left the bar and followed his directions we could hear the noise coming from the sports bar and when we looked in saw that it was a really young crowd of mainly young guys. Eileen was all for going in but I demurred as I thought we would look quite out of place -- especially the way Eileen was dressed. I suggested we have a night cap in a quieter bar and investigate the sports bar on Saturday night.
Eileen agreed with very bad grace and so we made our way to the bar of a nearby hotel. By this stage I was ready for bed and a session with Eileen but she was obviously wanting more. She said as no one knew us it was a glorious opportunity to have some fun. I said I would have found it alright say if we had got into conversation with one or two guys but I didn't really fancy trying to go into a crowded bar full of young people to try to pick someone up. I was rather shocked when she said she would find it fun and suggested that she go into the bar first and see if she got picked up. I could come in later and join her saying I had been held up. When I said I wasn't really up for it she suggested she would go in on her own just for a recce for the next night. She would have one drink and follow me back to the apartment. I suggested that to make sure she was all right I would go round the corner for a drink and meet her outside in about 15 -20 minutes.
I have to say it was with a mixture of both some concern and sexual excitement to see my mature wife, who was very provocatively dressed stride boldly into a bar crowded with mainly young guys.
Eileen
When I heard we had the opportunity of going to Ireland I was really up for it because I love the Irish brogue and think dark haired Irish guys are really fanciable. I was a bit disappointed when Tom said we couldn't do much in his friend's apartment and quite disappointed when it appeared he really was intending to go for the fine food reputation of the village rather than for a sexual adventure.
In fact bearing in mind how he was always wanting me to dress sexier I was quite annoyed when he said he thought I was a bit overdressed when I wore one of my short skirts and see through tops.
I was also disappointed with the hotel he took me to because while it certainly lived up to its reputation for fine food there was absolutely no male talent in the bar or restaurant and I had to make do with the admiring glances of our rather elderly waiter.
Our mini pub crawl didn't really generate any fanciable guys except one barman and Tom wasn't keen for me to try to pick him up. To tease Tom and him I flashed him a bit of thigh and possibly a bit of pussy when Tom was up at the bar asking him was there someone livelier in town.
When we followed his directions to an Aussie themed sports bar I could see all the male talent appeared to be crowded in to one place and wanted to try it but Tom didn't like the ' idea of going into a bar full of young guys to try to pick someone up.'
We went to another hotel for a night cap but while I fancied a bit of fun and to be frank a couple of young cocks, I think Tom rather fancied an early night and me pleasuring him. He turned down my suggestion of me going into the bar and picking someone up and him joining us when I had done this but I think it quite excited him when I suggested my going into the bar for a recce and one drink and following him back to the apartment. He said he would see me into the bar, go to another bar and come back for me in about 10 -15 minutes. I said if he saw me with someone he could either join us and we would see if they were up for a session or if he wasn't up for it just simply go to the bar, have a drink and leave and I would follow him back to the apartment .
He rather reluctantly went off for a drink while I walked into the bar.
By this stage I had quite a few drinks and any of my inhibitions had been removed. It was 'wall to wall, young Irish male talent with a few younger girls but there was definitely a good preponderance of good Irish beef cake from late teens to mid twenties and I remember thinking to myself "if I can't get some young cock in this bar I'm not going to get it anywhere tonight".
As I walked up to the bar I let my jacket open to show off my boobs ( which I have always thought of as my main asset) and I wasn't disappointed to see the guys at the bar and the bar tender check me out. I ordered a large G&T and made my way over through groups of guys standing around over to the nearest unoccupied booth.
As I sat down and glanced back towards the bar I realised from the guys looking in my direction that my outfit had created quite a bit of interest. I caught the eye of one dark haired guy who had stepped aside to let me pass. When he smiled I returned his smile and crossed my legs to show him a bit of stocking top and thigh. That caused him to widen his grin and to come across and introduce himself as Seamus and ask could he join me.
I told him I was waiting for my hubby who seemed to have been delayed but that he was welcome to join me until Tom came. He really was handsome with dark curly hair, even white teeth and from what I could see in his tight white shirt and jeans was young and very fit looking. In addition he had the sexiest husky brogue.
Although only 24 and college educated he was the skipper of a local fishing boat which he had recently inherited from an uncle. He said that while he loved the life it was hard to make money with the fishing restrictions and local guys not wanting the hard work and long hours. He had been forced to employ an Eastern European staff to help staff the boat in order to get the hours in and make it pay.
He said that in fact he would normally have been out fishing that night but they had made a good catch the night before and he and his crew were in celebrating. He grinned infectiously as he went on to say he might also be celebrating another catch!
When I asked him would he not be better celebrating with some of the younger girls in the bar rather than an old married woman he said that I was not only the most attractive woman in the bar but one of the sexiest he had seen for some time. He said I had it all fantastic hair, a pretty face, great breasts and great thighs and legs and he loved women who were confident enough to show off what they had!
He asked me if I would like another drink and I said it looked as if my hubby was going to stand me up so I would have one more before going back to the apartment.
When he went to the bar to get our drinks I saw him chatting to a group of guys at the bar and when he came back he had three in tow. He asked did I mind if some of his crew joined us "rather than them standing at the bar with their tongues hanging out lusting after me." He introduced a red haired early twenties Irish guy as Pauric his brother and the other two as his international crew. One Ivan in his late teens was Latvian, and the other a very heavily built but muscular guy, Peter, in his mid to late thirties was Polish.