Jim

My regular group of friends decided on having a night out one Saturday, and although I had to work at 10:30 the next morning, I decided to go with them - I would rarely say no to a night on the town. We went to one of the usual clubs that we go to, which again, being in a tourist town, was full of tourists. We walked in and as soon as I went to move toward the bar, a man grabbed me and pulled me toward the dancefloor. He was singing and having a great time and I couldn't help laughing and I danced with him. He stopped a moment and looked at me. His expression looked shocked and then became very serious, and he held my face between his hands. I looked back with a surprised expression. "My God, you are so beautiful!" He whispered. He leaned in and kissed me and I was gone. He had a very strong Irish accent and kissed very gently, like he was worried about damaging me. We continued to dance and he kept touching my face and hair, and occasionally he'd stop to look intently into my eyes and kiss me. After about an hour his friends were leaving to go to another club and he wanted to go with them, but my friends wanted to stay at this club. He agreed to stay with me, but he didn't look very pleased about letting them leave without him, so I had a decision to make - stay with my friends, (some of them still hadn't arrived at the bar) or take a chance on the green eyed, black haired Irishman and go follow him. I decided on the latter. We went outside and followed his friends and had a chance to talk a little and I found out that his name was Jim. His friends looked at the two of us and remarked "Is this the girl you were telling us about? You're right, she IS gorgeous." I blushed and looked away with a smile. Jim's friend Emily (who was extremely drunk) looked at me and said to Jim "You have to keep her Jim, invite her to our place anytime." She turned to me with her broad Irish accent. "Please come to our place for a cup of tea any time," she told me. We were in the other club for a while and I met the rest of Jim's friends who all seemed very nice and fun-loving. We were having a great time. Then Jim invited me back to his apartment to swim in his pool. He was within walking distance to the club and as we walked we talked more and exchanged phone numbers and soon we were at his place. One of his neighbours were awake and was a friend of his. She decided to put on a bikini, and I stripped to my bra and knickers and we all got in the pool. The water was freezing! It was 3am and we were probably too loud for the neighbours, and Jim's friend seemed to feel a little out of place after Jim was pausing to kiss me every now and again and she decided to go to bed. Jim and I went back to his bedroom after stripping down to nothing in the pool, and had sex. I tried to get up early in the morning, but he pulled me back into the bed and started again. Everytime I moved, through the morning, he would stir and start touching me again. I went to work that day tired, but extremely satisfied. He texted me to make sure I got to work alright and we agreed to meet again that afternoon after I finished. I went to his place at about 5:30pm, and we had sex again and fell asleep in eachother's arms. It wasn't awkward, it was just so comfortable. We went out again that night and had dinner and drinks and talked, just the two of us. He said he wanted to stay in the country, he didn't want to go back to Ireland and I offered to help hide him "you can just marry me," he replied with an intense look into my eyes. Never had I felt so comfortable so quickly with a person. He made me laugh and I really enjoyed his company.....
It wasn't long before I royally fucked it up..... I have tears right now just thinking about it.....
I have to work today, so till next time,
Ann xx