Irish doctor… hummm , Photo by Dainis Graveris on Unsplash
A few days after my little escapade in the hotel, I still have an open mind and I intend to take advantage of my last months in Australia to stay frivolous. On the agenda, no relationship that involves my feelings, I’m saving it for France. Yes, I promise, I will be serious when I come back. For now, let’s add some data to my stats ;).
Hmm not bad the brown one…
So, ok I was open, it was pouring outside, I wanted to go out, but I wasn’t sure with the cascades of water streaming outside. Then he appeared… And right away the urge to go waddle my butt on him… er I mean on the dance floor, came over me.
I was watching a horror movie from afar, and I was not above commenting on the stupidity of the characters. He came into the room, sat down nearby. And he started to laugh at my little jokes… Good point…
Tall, sturdy, brown hair, almost black, and beautiful dark eyes, and… a leather bracelet on his left wrist. You know, those bracelets of the 90’s rebels, the Irish folk singers… I don’t really know why, I found it sexy.
It immediately reminded me of Gerard Butler in “PS: I love you. “. Yeah, I know, not bad at all! He looks like he’s 35… I would learn later that he’s 42… I’m definitely specializing in 40-year-olds right now!
Hum… Doctor moreover…
At this moment, my choice is already made. He may not know it yet, but he’s sleeping with me tonight. I make it my business.
In the kitchen, we start talking, with him and Slowty, my friend from Perth, who came to spend a few days in Noosa. He is rather funny, and very charming. Well, I don’t hide, that I also play with my charm.
For once, I have the whole evening, so I take my time. I am not as direct as usual.
We have one drink after another in the smoking part of the hostel, I talk almost exclusively with him. He’s a doctor… um… How about play doctor ? I have so many jokes dancing in my mind, that I bite my lip not to reveal my game right away…
Well… Are you going to play?
We brave the rain and finally get out, he comes with us. I become tactile, we spend most of the evening stuck to each other.
For once, I want him to attack me. The fact of being desired like the Thursday before left me this taste of being conquered, of being chased…
But the bugger doesn’t make a move towards me. He offers me drinks, he offers them to everyone else. He stays with me, he looks at me intensely, he chats, but… Nada, rien, niente, not a movement. Not a misplaced hand, not a brush.
Come on, it’s going to be me making the first move again! Damn, men aren’t what they used to be!
On the other hand, Sebastian, my Tinder match, is more than willing to make a pass at me. He proposes me to finish at his place. Not tonight, my kitten, I have another prey. He is disappointed, but he takes it well.
Brazilianos is there too, we apologize mutually for the first missed night. He also proposes to me to put that back. Same answer as to the Chilean, not this evening, I have a beautiful entrecote on the fire already… Finally, if I find the matches…
The bar where we are, ends up closing. Almost everybody rushes towards the last bar opened to several tens of kilometers in the round. We take our time, and we find ourselves stuck in the queue…
Go, I try everything for the everything…
In the queue, we always discuss. I hope that we will be able to dance in the bar, and I would engage the superior speed…
During the conversation, while we are already waiting for a good quarter of an hour, he slips that he has to get up at 7:30 the next day.
Uh, okay. It’s time to bounce, my beautiful, go ahead!
I slip in his ear, that if he has to get up early, we’d better hurry up and go back to have fun… He looks at me surprised, but he smiles and approves. A glimmer of desire finally lights up in his eyes.
His hand rests on my hip, his fingers reach for his phone, to order an Uber. Well, once again, we are never better served than by ourselves.
Our friends follow the movement, no hug in the Uber. Arrived at the hostel, I follow him in his room… private! The biggest advantage of the forty-year-old, it is that he avoids the dormitories…
Oh but doctor… What a beautiful thermometer… I become feverish…
Arrived in the room, he puts his hand on my neck and kisses me. His kiss is powerful and sure. He bites my lip, and I love it. I love the smell of him, I love his slightly rough and wild gestures, and the caresses that follow them.
While we hardly begin to undress, he disappears to wash his teeth… This one, I had never been done…
I take the opportunity to get into my underwear, and wait for him lasciviously on the bed. When he returns, the effect is immediate. He throws himself on me, he caresses me, grabs me, bites me, kisses me. How to say, he is voracious.
He takes care of me, he is a little too rough, it is not the cuni of the century. I reverse the trend, I take off his boxers… and I discover a beautiful machine. If the size is rather normal, the thickness is… Impressive. It’s almost hard for me to take care of him with all this.
Anyway, he is very excited, and quickly, he grabs me to come in me. The lovemaking is intense, and thanks to my little expert fingers and his passion, I reach orgasm several times that night.
Inexhaustible…
That night, I slept little. The beautiful Irishman left me little rest, and I will not complain about it.
It was the night of ardor, of raw passion, and of bestial desire.
In the morning, he wakes up as excited as ever and comes to lay his arousal against my buttocks. I am still all asleep, the first romp is lazy and soft on my side. He is more sensual and less wild in this morning.
But a priori, he did not lose his appetite. First romp finished, we embrace each other, depositing kisses here and there on our warm and salty bodies.
The embrace is enough to make the desire rise again, and we start again only a few minutes later.
Three times! We will do it three times, making him late for his first 4 patients of the day… You have to have a sense of priorities sometimes… And patient number 1… It was me!
Goodbye, beautiful Irish doctor…
He hugs me, kisses me all over my body, and slips into the shower. Showered, and naked, he comes back to celebrate my body with his tongue and his teeth. Then he jumps into his jeans, puts on a flowery shirt of questionable taste, gives me one last kiss on the lips and disappears.
No phone number, no last name. A one-night stand.
I go back to sleep in the warm sheets, full of his smell…