Fiadh

My first visit to Mohill (Irish: Maothail, meaning "Soft Ground") in the County of Leitrim, Ireland, the birth place of my parents, was to attend the Blue Grass Festival. I was so excited to be going I didn't even really mind the seven hour fifteen minute flight even though I hate flying. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" an Irish Catholic woman thirty years old, 5'2" 103lbs., blue eyes with long red hair.

Mohill is situated in the Rynn Valley above the Rynn River, is named for St. Manachan who founded a monastery there in 500AD. The town built up around the settlement and ownership of the town passed to the Croftons and the Clements Family who had lands in the area around the town.

The Clements family built Lough Rynn House and Gardens and they were also the owners of a residence in Dublin which is now known as Aras an Uachtarain, the official residence of the President of Ireland. The walled gardens, established in 1859, includes four beautiful gardens, terraced towards Lough Rynn. They have been restored to their former glory and are once again one of the most beautiful sights on the estate.

The town of Mohill plays host to the annual Mohill Agricultural show, which celebrated its 90th year in 2017. There is also a Summer Festival and a Blu Grass Festival held in the town every year.

Turlough O'Carolan, the early Irish Harper, is closely associated with the town and a beautiful statue of the composer and singer takes pride of place. Hyde Street in the town is named after Douglas Hyde, first President of Ireland, whose father and grandfather lived on the street.

I stayed at Lough Rynn Gardens one of the most beautiful places to stay in world. From the time I arrived, time seemed to stand still. There was no hustle and bustle, just peace and relaxation. The staff were amazing and went out of their way to give me an amazing stay. Special thanks to Francis, for a fabulous tour of the grounds and a great narrative along the way. The rooms are superb, as is the Castle itself. And the food is amazing.

I booked a Kayak tour on the beautiful shores of Lough Rynn. The view of the lake gave me a completely unique perspective. I learned about Lough Rynn local wildlife and history from the guide while gliding through its waters.

I visited Saint Patrick's Church which is located on Chapel Lane above the town. Built between 1885- 1890, by local volunteers, a beautiful place I stayed for Mass. I also I visited O'carolans Lounge · The Garryowen · Corner House Bar · McKeons Bar I'm an Irish lass at heart of course I had to drink.

The Festival started on Friday in Planxty Maguire's, Hill St., with the Down & Out Bluegrass Band playing. On Saturday and Sunday the Down and Outs, The Cat's Meow, and JigJam played from 2.00 p.m. onwards in successive sessions in Planxty's; at O'Brien's Tavern, Glebe St.; and at Aras Carolan. Gospel services were held in St Patrick's church on Saturday, and at St Mary's on Sunday.

The Grand Concert was held on Saturday night in Planxty's with the Down & Outs and JigJam both performing - admission was only €10. The Festival finale was held on Sunday in O'Brien's, with music by The Cat's Meow.

The best part of my trip though was Fiadh, Fiadh is a her given name. It is Irish in origin, coming from a word meaning "deer", "wildness" but also "respect", It fit her perfectly. She just came up to me on Chapel Street and started a conversation, she was gorgeous five four maybe a little taller then me with much lager breast she had long red hair just like me she is twenty-nine.

Ireland has the highest per capita percentage of redheads in the world -- anywhere from 10 to 30 percent, according to Eupedia, a website that explores European genetics and ancestry. They are almost equally prevalent in Scotland and other pockets of Celtic pride.

Fiadh and I were inseparable that wonderful week I spent in Ireland. We stayed in contact after I returned home and I was very excited when she decided to come visit me in Chicago. I sent a town car to pick her up at the airport the Friday she arrived. Left word with the doorman at my apartment building to let her in.

Friday dragged on I thought it would never end as day dreams of Fiadh filled my head. Finally arriving home to find Fiadh soaking in the hot tub in the gym at my apartment building. I quickly changed and joined her bringing a bottle of

Jameson and two glasses with me.

We soaked and laughed, drinking, talking sitting next to each other. I rubbed her smooth thigh and tickle her feet with my toes. The first kiss, a year in the making was magic, parting my lips allowing her long tongue in. Embracing my legs wrapped around her body has she remove my bathing top and moved her mouth to my breast.

The hot water, Fiadh's soft body and warm mouth combined into a sensory overload of pleasure. After thirty minutes of this foreplay we drive are hot bodies and headed back to my apartment. Falling into my king size bed bodies intertwined in lust and desire.

A great start to the wonderful week ahead with my gorgeous Irish Lass. I awakened still smelling of Fiadh's beautiful scent which reminded me of making love to her last night. Holding her warm body in my arms she was breathing lightly on my breast so gorgeous, my beautiful Irish lass. I didn't want to wake her I just wanted to watch her sleep a little longer.

Fiadh opened her sweet green eyes and smiled as we lay in my king size bed idling away the morning in our own little paradise.

"Last night was wonderful, Cheri," she spoke in her sexy Irish accent, "I love you so much."

Kissing me sweetly, then passionately, her tongue dancing in my mouth. Our naked bodies coming together, hands, fingers, legs, feet rubbing each other. Pussies grinding together bringing the usual arousal.

Intertwining in perfect delight, scissoring, legs divided a pleasurable intersection. Our wet clits colliding, rubbing, moaning, ecstasy with a purpose. The art of two women making love so beautifully inclined.

Sweet nectar flowing, fingers inside wet pussies, what an entertaining passion, a tasteful elixir. Two women on fire, two Irish redheads, split like scissors. Humping frantically, squeals and sighs, feelings building.

Speed increasing here comes our orgasmic delight. A great way to start Saturday. Panting like wild animals, bodies grinding and shaking, mixing our hot wet juices, a beautiful orgasm for two.

Recovering our senses we jumped in a hot shower together washing each others soapy bodies. I had a great day planned for Fiadh of site seeing, a train ride, dinner at the Dearborn, ending at the Lakeshore Tavern where I was performing tonight.

We started with a walk along the eighteen mile Lakefront Trail. one of the most spectacular urban parks in the country, gorgeous views of Lake Michigan and the Chicago skyline, urban beaches, marinas, and beautiful parks, passing by some of the city's famous and beautiful cultural institutions.

My favorite trail is Chicago Street at Navy Pier to McCormick Place Convention Center, seven Miles in length. This beautiful trail parallels the heart of downtown and the Magnificent Mile, and includes sights such as Navy Pier, Grant Park, the Museum Campus, and Soldier Field where my favorite team plays, the Chicago Bears. Lots of great sights, but the trail can be crowded on a nice day, The trail is particularly spectacular around the Museum Campus, where we can pop off the main trail and do a spectacular loop around the tip to the Adler Planetarium.

There are even additional trails along Northerly Island Park. Edgewater Beach to Navy Pier seven miles in length. The northern terminus is at Edgewater Beach, along the water passing Foster Beach, Montrose Beach, and Lincoln Park. A little more bucolic with a gravel path in parts. McCormick Place to Rainbow Beach Park, eighteen miles. South of the Convention Center area are several gorgeous miles with wonderful waterfront views, featuring Prairie Shores, Burnham Park, and Promontory Point. There are some fantastic skyline views headed north from Promontory Point. Trails in Jackson Park, paths around the University of Chicago Campus, Midway Plaisance (59th St.) west to Washington Park.

We walked and talked holding hands taking in the sights and sounds of our wonderful city. Sitting on a bench to rest for awhile kissing a great start.

We boarded the train at the Belmont station on the Brown Line (which goes "counter-clockwise") and rode on it till it left the Loop, next stop Merchandise Mart. At Merchandise Mart we crossed over to the other platform and got another Brown Line train, which will end up where we started. Which gives us a wonderful view over the Lake Michigan before and after Merchandise Mart.

The Chicago "EL" (short for "elevated") is the rapid transit system serving the city of Chicago and some of its surrounding suburbs. The "EL" provides 24-hour service on the Red and Blue Lines and is one of only five rapid transit systems in the United States to do so. On June 6, 1892, the first elevated or "eL" train ran from 39th (now Pershing Road) and State streets to Congress Parkway and Wabash Avenue. By 1893, the Chicago and South Side Rapid Transit Railroad extended this line to Jackson Park, the site of the World's Columbian Exposition of 1893. the Loop, 35-block area of downtown Chicago. The name derives from a cable-car line that circled the city's central business district in the 1880s, though the term's use became most common following the completion in 1897 of the Chicago Union Elevated Railway (the "EL"), which forms a loop.

The Loop is a vibrant area featuring eclectic eateries, shops, theaters and parks. Comprised mostly of high-rises, it's also home to the 108-story Willis Tower. The iconic "Cloud Gate" sculpture sits in Millennium Park. Grant Park features the large, rococo-style Buckingham Fountain and the renowned Art Institute of Chicago, and hosts annual events like The Taste of Chicago and Lollapalooza.

Fiadh stared out the window taking in the sights my arm softly on her back. We stayed like that for awhile the city passing through the train windows. As I pointed out points of interest. Finally she looked at me with soft green eyes "Thank You for this trip," Fiadh said in her beautiful Irish accent. A tender moment between lovers on a train. I was softly stroking her red hair when she leaned in kissing my squarely on the lips. We kissed lips parting, I felt her tongue, arms rapping around each other. The train kept rolling we continued kissing my hand found it's way under her shirt. I cupped her breast rubbing, squeezing - her hand sliding under inside my jeans rubbing my wet pussy.

Her fingers entered me slowly in then out my wetness growing. I lifted her shirt kissing and sucking her breast flicking the nipple with my tongue. She continued to finger my pussy as I fumbled to get her jeans open. Sliding my hand in to find her panties soaked I parted her lips I entered her with three fingers. The train kept rolling we kept fingering, kissing, staring into each others eyes. She was moving to meet my fingers our pace increasing. Our moans filling the empty train car the slurping sound of fingers fucking wet pussies. We were both close when her thumb poke into my tight asshole I could take no more. We both screamed coming together orgasms shaking our bodies as the train moved down the tracks.

Collapsing in each others arms exhausted as the train came to a stop. Looking up I realize we were at the end of the line Albany Park we had rode through 27 stops.

We had brunch at The Fremont a Swanky, bi-level spot combining a modern American restaurant & craft-cocktail bar. Located in the heart of River North it has two levels, a retractable roof, three large bars, and an all-you-can-eat brunch experience that's defined the brunch game in Chicago. Fremont was the perfect venue to take Fiadh too.

We drank Expresso Martinis and filled our stomachs with delicious food. A perfect day together so far but we were just getting started on a week of activities I had planned for her. A Cubs game, a night at the theatre, dinner at the Dearborn to name just a few.

After another soak in the hot tub and a nap in my king size bed we walked the short distance to the Lakeshore Tavern. I had Fiadh sit on stage with me while I performed my mix of covers and original songs. I gave her a tambourine so she would look like she belong on stage.

After my set we ducked into the green room, In show business, the green room is the space in a theatre or music venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers before, during, and after a performance or show when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas. The origin of the term is often ascribed to such rooms historically being painted green. Modern green rooms need not necessarily adhere to a specifically green color scheme, though the theatrical tradition of the name remains.

I was already three fingers deep inside Fiada's wetness. When the bouncer walked in he shut the door quickly, he just stared at us as I continued to finger her. Before long his cock was out being stroked by Fiada, a nice cock bigger then average, I got on all fours crawling down to her burring my face in her red pubes. Ron the bouncer moved behind me poking his cock into my wetness. Pounding away, sounds of sex filled that little room, auralism at it's best. He was a master swordsman, and he was bringing me close to my orgasm, I was hoping everyone would come along for the ride. My hot Irish redhead was working her clit as my tongue danced inside her pussy she was very wet her juices covering my chin. The pounding from behind was harder and faster, his grunts didn't sound human, her moans, my slurping and whimpers, all filling my ears.

Somebody should of recorded it, a symphony of sound, great art just happens, so rarely planned. We had reach the crescendo, the finally, a great harmony, a wall of sound. Her body shook & wabbled, he plunged deep inside me and I was filled with warmth of his hot seed, the three way mutual orgasm, perfection.

The next morning Fiadh and I arrived at Holy Name Cathedral entering through massive bronze doors designed by Albert J. Friscia that weigh 1,200 pounds (540 kg) each. Introducing the overall "Tree of Life" theme with intricate details that serve to make the doors look like overwhelming planks of wood. The doors possess a hydraulic system that allows them to be opened with the push of a finger. Beyond the doors is a beautiful vestibule encased in glass and we took are seats for ten AM Mass staring at the suspended Resurrection Crucifix sculpted by the artist Ivo Demetz and Stations of the Cross by artist Goffredo Verginelli depicting the Passion, Crucifixion and Resurrection of Christ. The stations are cast in bronze and framed in red Rocco Alicante marble.

Holy Name Cathedral is the seat of the Archdiocese of Chicago, one of the largest Roman Catholic dioceses in the United States. Dedicated on November 21, 1875, Holy Name Cathedral replaced the Cathedral of Saint Mary and the Church of the Holy Name, which were destroyed by the Great Chicago Fire of 1871. A cornerstone inscription still bears faint indications of bullet marks from the murder of North Side Gang member Hymie Weiss, who was killed in front of the church (at the edge of the street, roughly a foot or two south of where the cornerstone is) on October 11, 1926.

After Mass we walked the short distance to the Roanoke Restaurant for brunch I reserved a table near the fireplace so we could be more intimate. The Roanoke has luxurious finishes, copper accents, and warm lighting all inspired by the fire of the rotisserie & brick oven at the display kitchen. Masculine lines are tailored to contrast with subtle historical references, some original to the 1913 building.

We were both still recovering from last night and to many Jameson's. We were both wearing violet dresses and heels with our red hair up Sunday decorum good Catholic girls. Slipping off are heels while we ate by the cozy fireplace. My bare foot played with Fiadh's under the table as we talked about our trip today to the Lincoln Park Zoo.

The zoo was founded in 1868, when the Lincoln Park Commissioners were given a gift of two pairs of swans by Central Park's Board of Commissioners in New York City. Other animals were soon donated to the park, including, a puma, two elk, three wolves, four eagles, and eight peacock. In 1874, a bear cub from the Philadelphia Zoo was the first animal purchased by the zoo, for $10. In 1884, reportedly the first American bison born in captivity was born at the Lincoln Park Zoo.

Finishing are coffee we walked back to my apartment building to change our cloths for the train ride to the zoo. Strolling holding hands not a cloud in the sky or in our hearts. Once we were inside my apartment we headed to the bedroom to change removing our pretty dresses. Fiadh's beautiful naked body glistening in the sunlight coming through the window.

I took her in my arms kissing her passionately and I laid her gently on the king size bed. Crawling on top of her I straddle her face at the same time I lowered my mouth to her sweet pussy. Teasing her with my long tongue as she begun probing my insides with her tongue. Our bodies beautifully inclined together in a perfect sixty nine.

I felt a wet finger poking into my tight asshole a wonderful sensation as Fiadh sent filled my nostrils. Glancing at the mirror with voyeuristic intent a gorgeous vision filled my eyes. This was different then last night that was sex this was making love. The wonderful feeling on our bodies fitting together perfectly the other half of me. Fiadh grabbed my head, legs trembling, hips bucking, "YES! Cheri YES!" She screamed. Squirting in an erupting orgasm all over my face, I lingered there savoring her sweet taste. My own little body erupting in an earth shaking orgasm.

We laid there exhausted/recovering snuggling together and she whisper in my ear, "I Love You," her sweet warm breath tickling my ear. We decide to skip the zoo and after a Sunday afternoon nap I Took her hand leading her to the shower. Climbing in the hot shower together. Washing her back with my soft soapy hands, reaching around washing her breast with the hot soapy water, I teased with her soapy nipples, taking my time, as I let my hand slide down slowly over her flat stomach over her smooth body to a soaking wet soapy pussy.

Rubbing softly, caressing, washing, the soap so slippery, making love to each other, letting my wet soapy fingers play with with her little clit, rubbing softly. Inserting one then two fingers inside her, kissing under the hot water. Slowly moving in and out, our love growing with each thrust. Our soapy fingers making a slurping sound as our fingers thrust in then out. The hot water, the steam, lust, mixing to make a beautiful moment between lovers.

Tingling all over with sensory pleasures, legs spread and my left foot raised on the tub, hot water trickling down my ass crack sending shivers up my spine. Moaning, pulling back, moving my hips to meet her soapy slick fingers plunging into me. The first waves of sheer pleasure/joy started encompassing me.

The hot water, a bathroom full of hot steam, more orgasms to be had, the hot water started turning cold we been in there a long time. Giggling as we dried each others bodies with the towels my Mother gave me at Christmas. I put on some shorts and my Depaul University T-Shirt and called Giordano's to order a pizza.

That night we cuddled on the sofa ate our deep dish pizza and drank beer. I was so glad Fiadh came up to me on Chapel Street in Mohill, Ireland and started a conversation.