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Seamus was headbanging to the loud, metal music. He jumped around in the mosh pit, throwing himself against people, flailing his arms and legs. He had been hit in the face, the ribs and kicked in the legs, but he didn’t care. He was having too much fun. Concerts were always a big deal in Dublin and since retiring from the Army a year earlier, Seamus got to enjoy going to them more often. He got lost in the music every time as he continued to jump around until he felt his legs grow weak. Turning forty hadn’t done much but give him experience. He was just as handsome as he was when he was twenty or even thirty. Seamus stood 6 feet tall with dark hair and chocolate brown eyes. His complexion was a bit darker than the average Irishman but that only added to his more rugged appearance. Being in the Irish Army made him maintain a very fit physique and playing on its rugby team gave him a generous amount of muscle. He had tribal tattoos on both of his upper arms which only enhanced his muscular biceps. Seamus thought he looked pretty good for his age and apparently so did everyone else. He noticed several young ladies eyeing him up as he made his way out of the mosh pit. He needed a drink after all that dancing and had hoped to grab a beer. After making his way to the concession, he grabbed a Guinness and stood against one of the beams in the concert hall to watch his favorite band, Mastodon play, and to take a breather. He took a sip and gently bobbed his head to the beat. He remembered that the members of Mastodon came from Atlanta, Georgia in the United States and he found himself reminiscing about his time in America. He had seen many pretty young ladies but he had never been given the opportunity to have one for himself. He often dreamed of what it would be like to take an American woman from behind. How her moans would differ from that of an Irish woman and what it would sound like as she said his name. He took another swallow of his drink as he felt his cock grow harder. A redhead walked past him and his eyes shifted to watch her walk away. He watched how her hips swayed and how her trousers hugged her taut ass. Another woman caught his eye, she had hair as dark as Seamus’s but it was long and tied in a braid down her back. Both women had tattoos along their arms. He loved long hair and tattoos, and his dream girl would have both. Tattoos made a woman’s skin softer and he enjoyed tracing them with his tongue. Long hair came in handy when mounting a woman from behind, he could grab and pull her up to meet his kiss as he pounded her tight pussy. He felt his cock press against his zipper. It had been a while since he had a woman and he ached for one now but he wasn’t here for that tonight. He wanted to enjoy the music in peace so he walked off to the restroom to right himself. As he headed for the men’s room he etimesgut escort took notice of all the women standing in line for the women’s bathroom . He felt his balls tingle as his gaze set right on a woman in the front of the queue and her large breasts. He downed the rest of his beer and tossed the cup in the trash then stomped into the men’s room. Once he had adjusted and calmed down a bit, he walked back out and decided to grab another Guinness before heading back into the crowd. He grabbed his drink and decided to stand there for a bit. Leaning against the concession stand, he tried closing his eyes and went back to the enjoying the music when he heard a woman’s voice next to him. She was chatting with the man behind the stand as he handed her a drink. “Where are you from?” Seamus heard him ask. “The United States!” She replied loudly. At her answer, Seamus opened his eyes and looked to his right and his cock suddenly sprang to life. She was young, early-twenties he estimated, with long, chestnut brown hair and a shapely figure. Her breasts were round and perky. Large enough to fill his hands and they showed well in the maroon colored shirt she wore. The scoop neck design gave her the perfect cleavage. She had the sleeves pushed up to her elbows and wore a short, black skirt that flared out at her hips. Seamus’s eyes trailed down her body to notice the thigh high black stockings that stretched over her long legs and the black ankle boots on her feet. She had tattoos covering both arms and a large tattoo on her left thigh. Seamus thought of how he would love to trace along the outline before delving in between her legs. “What are you doing here then?” The man yelled. “I just finished school and I wanted to see a bit of the world before I get settled down anywhere!” She explained. God that accent is cute. Seamus thought as he continued to examine her. She had her nails painted a dark red, his favorite colour, and they were long. Perfect for scraping against his back. Everything about this woman was only convincing him more and more that he had to have her. “Well if you ever need any help sightseeing…” the man said as he wrote on a napkin, “just let me know!” and he handed it to the girl. Jealousy filled Seamus’s stomach as he saw the young woman smile sweetly and take the napkin. She grabbed the drink and moved to stand not even two feet from Seamus. She turned and pressed her back against the stand, looking up at the stage. Seamus watched her as she sipped her drink and he felt his cock jerk as he watched her swallow. She had a long slender neck and her hair cascaded down her back in waves. He watched as she turned towards him, removed the hair tie off her wrist and began pulling her locks into a high ponytail. She looked even more feminine and pretty with her hair eryaman escort up. He stared at her as she twisted the hair tie and then he saw her look right at him. Shocked that he had been caught staring, he smiled and nodded quickly then turned his gaze to the drink in his hand. He took another gulp as he tried not to look at the girl. He felt her eyes on him and he began to sweat. He swallowed his beer and then heard her saying something to him. “What?” He shouted. “I said, Are you having fun?” she repeated. “Oh! Yes, I am! How about you?” he asked. “Yes! They’re from my hometown!” She stated as she pointed at the stage. “Sorry about the yelling! It’s hard to hear!” She continued. He put his index finger and thumb together giving her the universal sign of ‘okay’ letting her know that it was fine. She smiled and he heard her ask, “What’s your name?” “Seamus! What’s yours?” “Caroline!” she said extending her hand to him. “Nice to meet you Caroline!” he said taking her hand and shaking it. “Nice to meet you too!” He dropped her hand as he noticed the band end their song and he heard Caroline sigh. “Whoo! Thank heavens for that, now I can talk normally for a second,” she said smiling. Seamus smiled back at her as she said. “So, am I mistaken, or were you checking me out a moment ago?” Red came over Seamus’s cheeks and his smile disappeared. He’d been caught. “So I wasn’t mistaken then.” She said with a giggle. Her accent came through more prominently now and it brought the smile back. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. “No, you weren’t mistaken. I’m sorry for that by the way,” he replied. “It’s okay, I get that a lot. It’s because I have fantastic cleavage. Hard to resist, really. Even women tend to stare at me.” she smirked comically. Seamus barked a laugh and his eyes involuntarily looked at her cleavage. She wasn’t lying, her cleavage was utterly fantastic. Seamus’s hands itched to reach out and cup her breasts but he forced them to remain at his sides. “Looks like the next song is about to start.” she said nodding towards the stage. Taking note of the opportunity, he chose to utilize it to it’s fullest. “Want to find some place a little quieter? So we don’t have to scream at each other again.” He asked with a laugh. “Yeah, sure.” she smiled. Seamus started to walk toward the back of the hall nearest the restrooms. He knew that there were benches where they could take a seat and talk while still listening to the music. They began to talk about Seamus’s time in the U.S. when they finally reached the benches. Taking a seat next to one another they continued on talking about random things about each other’s countries and their homes. Caroline was full of enthusiasm when she talked about her family and her home in Georgia. She told Seamus she was 24 and had just finished sincan escort Graduate School at the University of Atlanta. She was an art major and had come to Ireland for some adventure. She had planned on traveling throughout Europe for a little while longer before officially accepting a job offer in Italy. Seamus told her that he had played and coached rugby while he was in the Army and since he had retired he had become a rugby coach at a school. They had talked for the better part of an hour and Seamus only found himself inching closer and closer to her. “So, no wife or girlfriend?” she asked him. “Not at this time, no. Why? Are you looking to fill the position?” he laughed as a big grin came over his face. “How old are you, Seamus?” “Avoiding the question, are we? I’m old enough.” “Now who’s avoiding the question?” “I’m older than the bartender back there, that’s for sure.” he stated matter-of-factly. “Jealous?” she said with a lighthearted smile. “No. I don’t get jealous.” “No? So if I kissed another man right here in front of you, you wouldn’t get jealous at all?” she wondered. “Not a bit. I barely know you.” “Okay then,” Caroline stated, determination laced in her voice as she stood up from the bench. She looked around for another man but saw only a line of women. Seamus laughed and she looked back at him with a glint of frustration in her eye. “Showed me, didn’t you?” he smirked. “Oh, shut up. The next man that comes through here, I’m going to plant one on him and see you turn green with envy.” He looked to his left and then to his right. A devilish grin came over his face as he looked back at Caroline and said, “Looks like the only man around right now is me.” She stomped over to him and said, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Seamus stood up from his seat and pressed his chest against Caroline’s. He looked down at her and asked,”What do I get if I say yes?” Her lips curled up in a sly, little smile and Seamus wanted nothing more than to kiss her right then and there but before he could cover her mouth with his, a tall ginger-haired man came out of the men’s restroom. Caroline and Seamus turned to look at him and with a devious smile on her face, Caroline moved her foot to step past Seamus and in the man’s direction. Dread filled his stomach and he suddenly found himself grabbing Caroline’s by the arm, turning her towards him and kissing her hard. Much harder then he meant to but he couldn’t help it. He tangled his fingers through Caroline’s hair and gently pulled her head back as he shoved his tongue in her mouth, deepening the kiss. He felt her body melt into his and her hands wrapped around him as their tongues battled. A slight moan slipped from her when he softly bit her bottom lip and he felt his cock hardened against her belly. He took his other hand and ran it over her body before bringing it down to grab her ass. Caroline broke their kiss and Seamus wanted to scream in protest. She looked up at him with a smirk and said, “Not jealous, huh? Not one bit?” Seamus smiled as he looked at Caroline then towards the Men’s room and his smile got wider as an idea crept into his mind.

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