Before I’d had the chance to talk she came over, stood opposite me, flipped open the counter and grabbed me by my thin cotton t-shirt. Her nails scored my chest underneath.
“Jesus Christ,” she muttered in a low tone and pulled me roughly through the hatch. She dragged me into a small room behind the bar. “Feck me,” she whispered, as if to herself and her reaction to seeing me made me laugh loudly.
“Shh. I can’t believe you’re here,” she hissed like we were part of some pre-arranged conspiracy. “You don’t look a bit like Jamie Fontaine, you freaking are Jamie Fontaine. What the feck am I going to do with you?” she asked in a torrent of potty-mouthed cusses while moving her hands to her hips, across her waist and then to her neck with her nervousness.
She stared vacantly like I was a problem she had no clue how to solve.
As far as I was concerned she could have done anything she liked with me because she was incredible: feisty, cute… more than cute, she was stunning.
“So, does that mean you’re glad to see me or not?” I asked amused by her reaction. When she had said, “Fuck me,” I almost blurted out, “It would be my pleasure,” but my sensible side told me I needed a bed more than I needed to get laid, should my agreeing to her request have offended her.
I never thought I’d ever think about sleep before getting laid.
Next thing I knew she’d grabbed me roughly by my t-shirt, twisted it possessively in her fist, and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips were soft, warm, and plump, and even though she had only pressed her lips to mine, my cock twitched with excitement and my tongue instantly traced the seam of her mouth. As it begged for entry, Daisy obliged by giving her tongue to me in return before pressing her whole body against me as she backed me against the wall.
For the next minute at the very least, her fingers raked through my hair as my own hands grabbed handfuls of ass as I pulled her closer against my alert and horny groin. As our tongues dueled frantically my cock stirred to full flight as she moaned, whimpered, and tried to dry hump me while I remained pinned in against the cold hard plaster wall behind me.
Before I got carried away and fucked her in the little room behind the bar, I broke the kiss and held her by her elbows, leaving us both breathless.
Daisy gave me a disgruntled look with her huge honey-brown eyes for a second before shaking her head and chuckling at her own actions.
“Jamie Fontaine here in my pub? Am I dreaming? I’m not in the least bit sorry for doing that,” she said waving her hand around. “I’ve been mad about you for years and I’ve always said if I ever met you I’d snog the face off you.”
“Snog?”
“Kiss—I’d kiss you… just like that,” she replied grinning. “And to be sure I’ll be doing it again at some point, so you can take that as fair warning,” she added in a no nonsense tone then she chuckled again.
As if she suddenly got the mind back she’d temporarily lost she looked a little perturbed at her own behavior, lifted her hand to her short sexy hairdo and slid her fingers through it. When she let it go it immediately fell back into place. Her action was the only tell she was a little confused by her own behaviour.
The grin on my face must have been huge because Daisy was sassy and cute with a bubbly personality—and she was exactly my type of girl. Her confidence and attitude were extremely adorable traits. My cock had almost burst from my pants because I’d gone from being destitute in a foreign country one minute to being wrapped in the arms of a seriously hot young woman the next. Suddenly, I felt that my luck had turned.
I had expected a brittle business woman with a brisk manner when Maria told me about Daisy because being a bar manager wasn’t the easiest type of career to take on. Yet, I somehow knew she did it with ease. She had an aura that would have had most men doing as she asked.
My good Samaritan was direct, which was a refreshing change from the games groupies played for attention and I had a soft spot for women who spoke their mind about how they felt because I hated drama and manipulation.
“Daisy O’Donnell at your service,” she said with a beautiful beaming smile. Even thought I’d already guessed it had to be her. My eyes were drawn to her cherry colored lipstick, and I marveled that it hadn’t smeared during the passionate kisses we’d shared. I wiped my mouth just in case there was a smudge on me anyway and grinned.
“Daisy, babe, I’m pleased to meet you, and for the record you can be at my service as often as you want,” I replied, chuckling.
“Oh, you’re the same smart arse we see on TV, aren’t you?” she asked, in an amused playful tone, but it had sounded like an admonishment all the same. A second later she lunged at me again and threw her ample firm bust against my chest. Her sudden move winded me, stealing my breath, and I chuckled thinking this time it was a joke, but before I could blink her lips were glued to mine and her tongue was re-exploring my mouth like she was committing it to memory.
Gripping her by her upper arms I spun her around, pinning her to the wall. Taking charge of the situation, I tilted my hips for greater traction and kept her in place. My stiff cock inadvertently rubbed against her hip and I guess we were both the kind of people that were easily riled because once again we became fully engrossed in a deep passionate kiss, sounding airily breathless, and in danger of losing our respective restraints.
She surprised me when she grabbed my ass and pulled me closer in a desperate bid for more. “Ohh,” a small groan of pleasure escaped her lips.
As she wasn’t backward in coming forward I let myself go, enjoying what was happening between us. My hand explored her waistline and slid under her blouse. I traced over her soft skin. The warmth from her sensual writhing body urged me on and when she didn’t stopped me I shoved her bra up to fondle one of her deliciously firm breasts.
“Feck,” she muttered in a line that was usually mine. I’d never been into women who swore but when she cussed it somehow sounded poetic and appeared to take on a whole new level of sexiness with her accent. “This is the most amazing fluke I’ve ever experienced. What exactly are you doing here?” she muttered around another kiss.
“A lot more than I intended,” I replied and chuckled, as I broke our contact and stepped away letting my hands drop from her body. I snickered when I heard her whimper in protest and slowly pulled her clothing back into place as I filled her in on my story. She nodded at various points in my commentary but stared intently and adoringly at me with her huge brown, almond-shaped eyes.
“You would have to pick Dublin to visit on the most celebrated Saints day holiday. The fact it’s at the weekend gives rise to a far longer period of celebrations. This is the worst weekend to try to find accommodation… which is a lucky break for me,” she added and gave me a huge cheesy grin. “I don’t really do the whole landlady thing and the room I have is pretty basic, but its clean and comfortable, and the bed has a great mattress.”
A new level of heat rose in the weight of her stare like she was figuring what she could do with me in it.
“Ah, I’ll have to test that, how bouncy would you say?”
“Depends on the level of energy exerted,” she replied and grinned broadly.
“Alright, I’ll take it,” I said like I’d had any choice and I thanked my lucky stars for leading me to Daisy.