Rare morning light streamed through my window at the quaint bed and breakfast that I was staying at in Ireland. Originally I'm from the States, but my grandfather came over from Ireland with my grandmother about 55 years earlier. For some reason, I just was born with the desire to return to the land of my ancestors. My father had the same desire, and as his son, I was bound to pick up on some of his traits, besides just the physical ones.
I decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather that so seldom graces the Emerald Isle and take a walk in the countryside. The air was fresh and crisp, and there was only a slight breeze blowing from the south. The colors seemed almost surreal in their brilliance. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the wind picked up and the sky darkened. I was far out in the middle of a rock-covered field, with no shelter in sight and there was defiantly a hint of rain clouds on the horizon.
Sure enough, drops of rain started to plop onto my dark hair, matting it down in a matter of minutes. I ran toward the direction I came, hoping to get to the closest shelter I knew of. However, soon all that I could see in front of me was sheets of gray. I wandered about for a good 30 minutes, but I could be wrong about the time considering that my watch broke. All I knew was that my clothes were so soaked that they stuck to my 6 foot frame, weighing heavy on my broad shoulders.
At first I though I was seeing things, but out of the rain came a tall female figure, just as soaked as I was. As she drew nearer, I could see all the curves that her drenched dress could no longer hide. High, firm breasts, a slender waist, and hips that cried out to be grabbed. Without speaking, she took my hand and lead me throw the downpour. To enthralled, I followed mildly, curious as to what this gorgeous creature could want with me.
We arrived at a cave that seemed to glow from inside. I know that in my walk I hadn't seen a cave, so I guess I was more lost than I thought. Once inside and out of the rain I was able to get a better look at my silent savior. My heart nearly stopped. Blue-gray looked into my own blue eyes, open and inviting me to look deeper into them, threatening to drown me in their depths. Her hair started to dry by the fire that caused the cave to seem to glow from the outside, showing me that it was a thick lustrous brown. Her dress was white and nearly see-though from the rain, showing rose colored nipples hard from the cold. The hem stopped short of her knee, showing off toned calves and hinting at smooth thighs. Her feet were bare and she was shivering. Only my own chill kept me from embarrassing myself further.
Upon seeing this, I quickly stripped off my sweater and offered it to her, despite the fact that it would hide certain features that I was finding quite pleasant to look at. The sweater dripped onto the cave floor and was quite obviously not going to offer too much warmth to the woman in front of me. She started to laugh a little, hiding her smirk behind her face. I chuckled a little too, saying sheepishly, "I guess this wouldn't really work would it?"
