Kiss Me, I’m Iris
It didn’t matter that Iris O’Keefe had never set foot in the Emerald Isle before that day. For the young redheaded American, coming here just felt like coming home.
“I can’t believe it,” she told her boyfriend. “I can’t believe we’re finally here.”
Brian McClanahan had just grinned at Iris’s reaction. Where her lineage was entirely Irish, Brian’s was a bit more mixed. “I’m a mutt,” he liked to tell people. “I could probably go almost anywhere and there’d probably be someone in my family tree that came from there.” And Iris always smiled whenever he said that.
It was the cabbie from the airport to the hotel that first gave Iris “the look” but then he wasn’t the only one. It was almost always the same, a double take, followed by a long, hard stare, and finally a shake of the head.
The doorman at the Westin Hotel wasn’t quite so obvious when he gave her the look but even so, it was clear he’d seen something. Still, it wasn’t his job to say what he’d seen. It was merely his job to open the door. “Welcome to the Westin,” the man said.
“Thanks,” Brian said.
“I must say, the people are awfully nice here,” Iris whispered to her boyfriend when the two of them were in the lobby.”
“It’s their job,” Brian said. “It’s what they pay them for.”
“I don’t know,” Iris said. “I think it’s something else. You know what I think it is?”
“What?”
“I think it’s because we’re here.”
“Here.”
“You know. Here. In Ireland.”
“I should have known you’d say that.”
“What?”
“You’ve wanted to come here for so long.”
“I know, and I’m finally here,” she cooed, “with you.”
The young couple stepped up to the front desk. “Can I help you, sir?” asked the man at the desk.
“We’re checking in,” Brian said.
“Yes, sir. What’s the name on the reservation?”
“McClanahan. Brian McClanahan.”
The man looked at his computer screen and he tapped a few keys. “Yes, sir,” he said. “Here you are. You’ll be staying a week with us.”
“That’s right.”
Iris stopped paying attention. Brian could handle the checking in so Iris just looked around the lobby. There was something … something wrong. It wasn’t something that she could put her finger on exactly. It was just …
It was just what?
She looked around the lobby again. There was something. She was sure of that, but whatever it was, she just didn’t seem to be able to identify it.
“Here’s your room key, sir.”
Suddenly, Iris found herself drawn back into the conversation.
“You’re in room 418, sir. The elevators are across the lobby. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Brian shook his head. “No, that’s fine,” he said. “I think we’re good for now.”
“Then I hope you enjoy your stay with us,” the clerk said.
“I’m sure we will,” Brian said.
The happy couple walked to the elevators and then they hauled their luggage down the hall to Room 418. Moments later, they were inside the room. “So what do you want to do now?” Iris asked.
Brian ran a hand over his girlfriend’s ass. “I know what I’d like to do.”
Iris stifled a giggle. “Oh you,” she said.
“What? Are you saying you don’t want it?”
“Brian. We just got here.”
“So.”
“So maybe I should show you this,” Iris said as she edged her shorts down over her bottom.
“Mmm. I like.”
“Yeah. What else do you like?”
Brian picked at the waistband of her girlfriend’s panties. “I like these,” he said. “I like these when I slide them down over your ass.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” He tugged her panties a little lower.
“That’s not the answer to everything, you know.”
“I never said it was,” he said.
“I think someone’s found something he likes,” Iris said as she felt her boyfriend’s hand on her ass.
Brian pushed his cock between his girlfriend’s legs.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned.
“Yeah. You like this.”
It was some time later when Iris looked up to find Brian standing over her. “Where are you going?” she asked.
“I think it’s jet lag,” he said, “but I just got to get up and do something.”
“But where are you going?”
“I don’t know. I’m just going to walk around the lobby. I’ll be back in a little bit.”
There was a part of Iris that was a little annoyed. Maybe she wanted to get up to, she told herself. Maybe she wanted to walk around the lobby with her boyfriend. Didn’t he even think about that?
And yet even as she thought that, she knew she didn’t want to get up and walk around. She was just fine where she was.
“You okay?” Brian asked.
“I’m fine.”
“I’ll see you in a little bit then.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll be here.”
It was only a few minutes after Brian left when Iris heard a knock at the door. Maybe Brian was coming back, Iris thought. Maybe …
She heard the door open but when Iris looked up, it wasn’t Brian standing there.
“Oh my gosh,” said the brunette at the foot of the bed. “I knocked.”
Iris pulled the covers up to cover her body. “Who are you?” she asked although the maid’s uniform was a pretty good indication of just who the girl was.
The girl just stared at Iris and then she seemed to come to her senses. “S-sorry, Miss. My name’s Megan,” she said. “Are you for real?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
The maid blinked as she gave Iris the look. “Beggin’ your pardon, Miss and shure as I didn’t mean nothing’ by that. It’s just that …”
“It’s just what?”
“You look like … but no … it cannot be …”
“Come here.”
The maid took a step forward and then another and then she was leaning up against the bed and then up onto the bed and to Iris’s amazement, she kept right on coming.
“Stop,” she said and the maid stopped.
Iris looked up at the girl. “What are you doing?”
“Beggin’ your pardon, Miss, but—”
“But what?”
“Shore and I didn’t mean nuttin’ by it but I thought you wanted—”
“You thought I wanted what?”
The maid said nothing but it wasn’t all that hard to follow where her eyes were going and suddenly Iris knew what the maid wanted. “Oh my God.”
“Does that shock you?” Megan asked.
It was weird, Iris thought. It should have shocked her, having a girl look at her like that. Okay, it wasn’t like she hadn’t ever wondered, but still …
“No. That doesn’t shock me.”
“Aye, I would have thought as much.”
What was she saying?
“If it pleases you, Miss, I would be honored if you would be usin’ my body for your pleasure.”
What? No, and yet …
The maid looked on as if she expected Iris to say something.
“Come here.”
The young maid smiled almost as if she’d just won some great prize. “Shore and I would be t’ankin’ you Miss for allowing me the honor.”
“Just get over here.”
“Yes, Miss,” and with that, the maid came to the side of the bed.
Iris was sitting up now as she watched the girl approach. She wasn’t even sure why this was making her as hot as it was and she didn’t much care. “Tell me, Megan, what are you wearing under that skirt of yours?”
“Under my skirt, Miss? Just my panties.”
“Let’s see them. Slowly now, lift that skirt. Slowly now.”
The maid lifted her skirt and sure enough, there were her panties. “There you go,” she said.
“I see that. Now, take the skirt all the way off.”
The maid was breathing heavier now as she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.
“You’re very pretty,” Iris said.
“T’anks. That’s quite an honor, coming from the likes of you.”
“Can you take your top off.”
“Shore and I can be doin’ that, Miss,” and with that, off came the maid’s blouse.
“You have a cute body,” Iris said. “Can you take off your bra?”
“Of course,” and with that, off came the bra.
And that left just the panties. Iris looked at them and then she looked back at the girl. “And now those,” she said. “I want you to take them off, too.”
“Of course,” the maid said and with that, she divested herself of her panties as well.
Iris wasn’t even sure why she was doing this. It was just that she felt she had to. “Come up here and join me on the bed.”
“Yes, of course.”
Iris ran her hands over the young maid’s body and she couldn’t help but love the tightness of that body under her hands. The girl’s breasts were kind of small but that was fine. She wasn’t some guy, Iris told herself. It wasn’t like all she needed was a girl with big tits. She wanted more and what the girl’s tits lacked in size they more than made up for in sensitivity. It seemed almost as if the girl was moaning almost from the moment that Iris got her hands on her.
“You’re very beautiful,” she said.
“Shore and as I know that’s the most wonderful thing anyone’s ever said to me,” the maid said. “I know you’re goin’ to be havin’ your way with me and I know as how I can’t wait for it to happen.”
Iris looked at the other girl’s lips. They looked so nice and soft. “Kiss me,” she said.
The girl kissed her almost tentatively but there was some eagerness behind it as well and when that kiss was done, she followed it up with another.
Iris couldn’t believe how hot this was making her. “Do it again,” she said and again the maid kissed her.
“Do it again. Do it lower. Kiss me lower.”
The maid didn’t say anything but she moved down and she was kissing Iris’s neck and then her shoulders and then down to her breasts.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Keep going then. Keep going lower.”
“Yes, Miss.”
The maid moved lower still, trailing kisses across Iris’s stomach and down past her waist.
“Keep going.”
The maid’s mouth slipped lower still and then she was sliding between Iris’s legs and that’s when Iris felt her tongue on her pussy.
“Oh my God,” Iris moaned.
The maid’s tongue seemed to know exactly where it needed to go and Iris couldn’t help but moan. Lick the clit, lick it some more, then back it off and come back again. Oh fuck. She was going to … oh fuck, if this girl didn’t watch out, she was going to make her cum.
“Oh my,” Iris announced. “Oh my. I’m going to … I’m going to …”
If the maid heard what Iris was saying, she showed no indication of it. Instead, she just kept licking that pussy.
“I’m going to cum,” Iris tried to say again.
Still no response.
“I’m going to …”
Iris gave up as her body succumbed to the inevitable. She was cumming. Oh my God. She was cumming.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God. That was great.”
“T’ank you, Miss. I tried.”
“So you want me to do you now?”
The maid looked shocked. “Oh no, Miss. That wouldn’t be proper for sure.”
“Wouldn’t be proper? I don’t understand.”
“It wouldn’t be proper,” the maid said again. “I’m shore and how I would be honored to accept such a gift, don’t get me wrong, but it just wouldn’t be proper for you to lower yourself to my level but I thank ye anyway.”
“I don’t understand.”
“If it pleases you now, Miss, I’ll just be puttin’ on my clothes and then I’ll be on about my way.”
“I don’t—”
“And don’t you be worryin’ none about the room, Miss. I’ll be back later to finish it up after you’ve gone.”
“But … but—”
But already the maid had her clothes picked up and she was putting on her panties. It was weird, Iris thought. She didn’t really want the other girl to go but she just didn’t feel like she could actually tell the girl so.
The maid had her panties and her bra on and now her blouse and finally, there was the skirt and she was heading for the door. “I’m beggin’ your pardon for takin’ up so much of your time,” she said apologetically. “It won’t happen again,” and with that, she was gone.
What the hell had just happened here, Iris wondered, and just what the hell was going on.
Brian came back to the room not more than five minutes after the maid had left and for just a moment, Iris couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if Brian had come in while Megan had still been there.
“Hey, Babe? What’s up?”
“Brian. Did you … did you see anything funny?”
“Anything funny? Like what, Babe?”
“I don’t know. Did you see anything funny?”
“Nope. Just walked around the hotel but everything looked fine to me. Why?”
“Did anyone act funny?”
“Act funny? No. No one acted funny. You got me worried now. What’s the matter, Babe?”
Should she tell him, she wondered. Should she tell him what the problem was?
No, Iris decided. No. Whatever it was that had happened, Brian didn’t need to know but there was something. “Brian?”
“Hmm.”
“Brian, can we go?”
“Go? Go where, Babe?”
“Just go.”
“I don’t understand. Where do you want to go?”
“I just want to go … you know, away from here.”
“Away from here?”
“Away from … away from this hotel. It’s so … it’s so antiseptic. I hardly feel like I’m really even here. I feel like I could be in this hotel anywhere in the world.”
Brian shook his head. “Babe. We just got here.”
“Let’s just get a car and go.”
“It’ll cost a lot of money to get out of the reservation and we don’t really have anywhere to go to. We’d be out on our own, you know.”
“I know.”
“And you still want to do this?”
Brian was right. They didn’t have anywhere to go. She was just being silly.
“Babe?”
“Hmm.”
“You didn’t say anything. Are you sure you want to go?”
Iris shook her head. “You know what? I think I was just being silly. I think I’m fine here.”
“That’s good because from what I heard in the lobby, there’s going to be a storm rolling in tonight and from what I heard, it’s going to be a bad one.”
“Not a good time to be out on the road then?”
“Not from what I hear.”
“But maybe it’s a good time to snuggle together.”
“Now you’re talking,” Brian said. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”
And yet as much as they’d just come to an agreement, Iris couldn’t help but feel that they hadn’t settled anything at all and more than that, she had the feeling that she really did have to go even if she didn’t know why.
The rain finally started around four in the afternoon. The lightness of the rain belied what was about to come.
Iris and Brian had dinner at the hotel restaurant but all the while while they were there, Iris had the feeling that something was wrong, that there was somewhere else she was supposed to be.
“You okay?” Brian asked.
“I’m okay.”
“You don’t look okay.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It just means you look … I don’t know, distant.”
Iris shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said but it was only after she’d said it that she realized she hadn’t said everything that was bothering her.
“Maybe it’s the rain,” Brian offered.
“That’s probably it,” Iris agreed even though she knew it wasn’t.
“You want to go up to the room?”
“Sure,” Iris said even though she knew that wasn’t where she wanted to be.
“What do you want to do?” Brian asked.
Iris knew what he wanted and maybe any other day, she would have wanted it, too, but not that day. “I think I’m tired,” she said.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Maybe we can watch some TV then.”
“Sure.”
And all the while Iris had the feeling that something was wrong. Something was really, really wrong.
Brian had gone into the bathroom when Iris got up off the bed. She really should tell Brian where she was going, she told herself and yet she knew if she did, she knew it would be the wrong thing to do so she went to the door and as quietly as she could, she let herself out of the room.
The man at the rental car desk was aghast when Iris said what she wanted. “Lassie, look outside will ya. It’s raining cats and dogs.”
“I know,” the girl said.
“And you’re shore and as how you want to rent a car?”
Iris nodded. She knew what she wanted.
The man at the desk shook his head. “I should not do it,” the man said. “Five minutes later and I would o’ closed up shop for the night.”
“Then it’s good I came when I did. Hey, do you have a map?”
The man shook his head in disbelief. “Shore an as I got a map, but I cannot believe it. Going out in weather like this and you don’t even know where you’re going.”
“I just wanted to see,” Iris said and as the man watched, her finger traced a line across the map and it was only then that the man’s eyes widened.
“It’s you,” he said.
It was hardly a surprise now when someone said something like that. She’d just heard it often enough over the past few days so instead of arguing the point, she just nodded.
The man handed over the keys. “I suppose it’s not such a silly idea you’re going out in weather like this. You got the luck o’ the Irish with you, don’t you.”
Iris just nodded. “Sure,” she said. “The luck of the Irish. That’s what I got.”
The storm was ferocious and Iris could hardly see anything in front of the car. There was a part of her that wondered if she was even on the road but she had the feeling that she would have known if she’d left the road so she knew she still had to be there. Still, she had no idea where she was and she dared not take her eyes off of the road for even a moment to look at the map.
A bolt of lightning and suddenly the landscape was lit up in front of her. She was still on the road all right. A stone wall lined one side of the road while the other side dropped off into a deep gully. One wrong move and you’d hit the wall or the ditch and up in front of her and just off to the right at the top of a small rise was a farmhouse.
That was all she got and then the skies went dark and a tremendous clap of thunder rolled through the air.
This was dumb. She had to get off this road. She had to get off the road before something bad happened.
She was creeping along as she looked for the way up to the farmhouse but that did little good. The headlights barely lit the road in front of her and she could easily have driven past the farmhouse and never known she’d done it.
Another flash of lightning and suddenly there was the gate to the farmhouse not twenty feet in front of her. She braked hard almost causing the car to skid off the road and then she crept forward ever so slowly.
There it was. There was the gate.
She turned the car off the road and she crept her way up to the farmhouse. Almost there, she told herself. She was almost there.
The rain was coming down in sheets. She peered out the window. She didn’t have a coat or anything which might protect her but she had no choice. She opened the car door and she made a mad dash for the farmhouse but even in that short amount of time, she was drenched by the time she got to the door of the farmhouse.
Knock, knock, knock. She shivered as she stood at the door. Come on, she willed whoever it was who inside and there was someone inside. She knew it because she could see the lights in the windows. Come on.
The door opened and suddenly there was a middle-aged woman standing there. “Oh my, deary,” the woman clucked. “Child, what are you doing out there?”
“Freezing,” Iris chattered.
“Come inside then. By all means, come inside.”
Iris entered the house. A fire blazed in the hearth and a middle-aged man sat in a chair. “Seamus,” the woman said, “can’t you see we have a visitor. By all means, help her out.”
The farmer practically leapt from his chair. “Lassie, come and take a seat here in front o’ the fire. Maggie, if you would, a spot o’ tay for our visitor.”
“Shure and I’m already getting’ it for her. You just make sure the lassie is comfortable now, wouldya?”
“Aye, woman. I”m already doin’ dat.”
The farmer’s wife handed her some clothes. “Here you go, Lassie. Get yo’self out o’ those wet things before you catch your death of cold.”
Iris smiled gratefully as she took the clothes. She shed her old wet clothes and she donned the dry ones and she felt even more comfortable where she was. Somehow, she knew she was right where she was supposed to be.
Sunlight was streaming in through the farmhouse windows when Iris finally awoke. She sat up guiltily.
“Top o’ the morning to you, lassie,” the farmer’s wife said.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Over ten hours. You must o’ been a right bit tired if I do say so meself.”
“I guess I was.”
“Would you like a wee spot o’ breakfast before you go.”
Before I go, the girl thought. Go where? She wasn’t even sure just where the heck she was but now that she thought about it, she knew. She’d come this far already. No. She didn’t need any breakfast. What she really needed was to be on her way.
“I think I’ll be fine,” she said.
“As you wish.”
“Where am I supposed to go?”
“Seamus is outside tending to the pigs. I daresay he can guide you the rest o’ the way.”
“You think he can?”
“I’m shore of it. You just ask Seamus. He won’t steer you wrong.”
Iris found the old man in the barn just where his wife had said he’d be. “Top o’ the morning to ye, lassie. You appear a wee bit lost.”
“How would you know that?” Iris asked.
The farmer just smiled. “Because if ye were where ye were supposed to be, ye wouldn’t be talking to me.”
It was weird, Iris thought, but in a way, that almost made sense.
“Would you care for a wee bit of advice?”
“I guess. What advice do you have for me?”
The old farmer pointed at a stand of trees down in a gully. “What you are looking for is down there.”
“Down where? You mean the trees?”
“No lassie. Not the trees but what’s back in the trees.”
“What’s back in the trees?”
“Now that lassie is not a question that I cannot be answering for you. That is a question that you must answer for yourself.”
The storm might have come and gone but in its wake it left everything green and wet and the ground squished under Iris’s shoes.
Iris didn’t know what it was she was supposed to be looking for. All she knew was that she’d been directed here and she was certain that this was indeed the right place for her to be.
She came upon a little, old man sitting on a big, flat rock and smoking a pipe. She recognized the man. Oh sure, he was dressed like a leprechaun but that wasn’t how she recognized him. It was something else. She was sure that even thought she’d never seen the man before, she was sure she was knew the man’s name.
The little man scrambled to his feet. “Top o’ the morning to you, Princess.”
“And to you to, Mick. What you doing out here?”
“Rain’s come and rain’s gone. It’s a good time to be out and about.”
“That it is, Mick. That it is.”
“So you’ve come home, have ya?"’
“That I have, Mick.”
Wait a minute. Why had she said that?
“It’s been a long time, Princess.”
“That it has.” Wait a minute. Something was wrong. The little man wasn’t so little anymore. Either that or …
Either that or she wasn’t so tall anymore.
That was it. She wasn’t so tall anymore. Her clothes which had fit her tightly before were definitely looser now. Oh my God. She was getting smaller.
It should have bothered her, she told herself even as she wriggled her way out of a jacket that was now too big for her. It should have bothered her that she was getting smaller.
It should have bothered her but it didn’t. She fought her way out of the top that had once fit her perfectly but now was more like a sheet on her body. She dropped the top on the rain-soaked ground.
The man wasn’t so small anymore. Maybe a little smaller than her but definitely not as small as he had been.
Her jeans were so large now that there was no way to keep them up around her waist and Iris didn’t even bother to try. That just left her bra and her panties and since those were too big, too, those were soon on the ground along with all the rest of her clothes.
“It’s good to have you back, Princess,” said the little man.
Little? That didn’t really fit anymore. After all, he was taller than she was now. “It’s good to be back, Mick.”
“I suppose you’d like me to swear my allegiance to you right now.”
The princess smiled. “Well you know how it is, Mick.”
“I do indeed and you don’t have to explain anything to me. I definitely understand how it is,” and with that, Mick opened his pants.
Iris couldn’t help but stare. “Oh my, Mick,” the girl gushed because it was clear once and for all that Mick wasn’t a small man at all.
“It’s been a long time, princess.”
“I can see that, Mick.”
“So you wanted me to show my allegiance,” the man said.
“Yes, indeed, Mick,” and with that, Iris strode up to the rock on which Mick had been so recently sitting and she laid down on the rock and she spread her legs and she let her fingers work their way between her legs. “So show me.”
The little man stroked his cock as he looked at the girl for a moment longer and then he knelt between the girl’s legs. “I suppose you’ll be wanting me to do something like this,” he said.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned as she played with her tits. “Oh yeah, Mick. Lick me right there.”
“You like that princess?”
“Yes, Mick,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God, Mick. That’s it. Lick me.”
“Anything for you, princess.”
“Then you know what I really want, Mick.”
“I think I do,” and the man stood and he stepped between her legs and pushed the head of his cock up against her wet and waiting pussy.
“Oh yeah, Mick. You know what I want.”
“Yeah,” the leprechaun said. “I know what you want.”
“Oh my God, Mick. Oh … my … God.”
“Yeah, I know what you want.”
“You’re going to make me cum, Mick.”
“It’s what you want.”
“Oh my God, yes.”
“You want this.”
“Oh my God, yes.”
The man groaned as his cock surged inside the girl’s little, tiny pussy.
It was some time later that a car came up the road. It almost raced past the farmhouse when it came to a screeching stop on the road. The car backed up and then it stopped before slowly coming up the drive to where the farmhouse was.
The farmer came out of the barn and he looked at the newcomer. “Top o’ the morning to you, sir.”
“Don’t give me that top o’ the morning crap,” Brian said. “I want to know where she is?”
“Where who is?”
“My girlfriend.”
“Beggin’ your pardon, sir, but I’m shure I don’t know who your girlfriend is.”
“Bull shit!” Brian pointed at the car in front of the barn. “That’s the car she was driving. I know it was so if the car’s here, she must be here, too.”
The farmer just stared placidly at the car. “I’m afraid you’re too late,” he said. “She was here. She spent the night with me and me wife, but she’s left now.”
“Without her car,” Brian sneered. “Ha. Like I believe that.”
“You can believe it or not, sir, as you see fit, but the God’s own truth is she left here early this morning.”
“Yeah? Where’d she go?”
The farmer said nothing.
“Where’d she go?” the man said again. “You better tell me now or so help me, I’ll tear this place apart looking to find her and if I don’t find her, I’ll go and get the police and then they can tear this place apart, too.”
Shure and I’m sure you could probably do that, and you wouldn’t find nothing if you did, but I’m shure Maggie wouldn’t like it none if you went traipsing through her flower bed.”
“Then give me my girlfriend.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sir, but I can tell you where she went.”
Brian seemed to consider that. “Fine,” he said. “I’m not making any promises, but tell me where she went, and if I think it’s the right answer, maybe I won’t go get the police.”
The farmer pointed. “She went down there.”
Brian looked the way the farmer was pointing. “She went down where?”
“It’s called leprechaun gulch.”
“Yeah and so?”
“So she went down there.”
“So why’d she go down there?”
“You don’t know?”
Brian shook his head.
“Well, it’s nothing I can explain to you if you don’t already know but the truth is she went down there.”
Brian looked down again where the man was pointing. “How do you get down there?”
“Just walk.”
“Just walk, huh? And you think if I go down there, I’ll see her.”
“Maybe you will or maybe you won’t. It really all depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“It depends on whether she wants to be seen or not.”
“Why wouldn’t she want to be found?”
“I’m sure as I cannot answer that for her.”
That was fair enough, Brian thought, and besides, if he didn’t find her, he could still go back and get the authorities so he started on down in search of his girlfriend.
What was she doing here, Brian wondered and then with his next thought, he was wondering if she was really even here. Maybe the old man had tricked him, Brian thought. Maybe he was up there now laughing his ass off at how he’d fooled the stupid American.
Maybe, but maybe not and even if he was being stupid, he owed it to Iris to press on, just in case the old man was right.
He found her sitting on a stone tablet and for the most part, he looked just like she’d looked when he’d seen her last. Well, almost like that. Now, she was naked.
“Iris,” he said and he scrambled forward. “What happened to you?”
“I’m fine.”
Brian shook his head. That wasn’t exactly what he’d asked her. She seemed almost disoriented. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“But I came back to get you.”
“You shouldn’t have come back, you know.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I belong here.”
“You belong here? What are you saying? What do you mean you belong here?”
“I mean I belong here, Brian. I mean I’m finally home. I mean I belong here.”
“But I love you,” Brian said and he surprised himself when he did but it did sound so right when he said it. “I love you,” he said again. “I want to be with you.”
“You want to be with me. Well now, I suppose that has to count for something.”
“It does?” Brian asked hopefully.
“Yes, it does. So you want to be with me?”
“That’s what I’ve been saying.”
“Are you ready to prove it to me?”
“Prove it to you? Prove it to you how?”
“Take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“I said take off your clothes.”
“Why?”
“You’re already questioning me. Really? Maybe you don’t really want to be with me.”
“No. I can do it. I can take off my clothes,” and almost as if to prove the point, Brian began to remove his clothes.
Iris stroked her pussy as she watched what her boyfriend was doing but when Brian was finally naked, she said, “I want you to kiss me, Brian.”
“Kiss you? Sure. I’ll kiss you.”
But almost as quickly as Brian had started to move forward, his girlfriend stopped him. “Not there,” she told him and then her fingers stroked herself between her legs. “Kiss me here,” she said.
Brian looked down but he didn’t say anything. He just knelt and then he was crawling between his girlfriend’s legs and he began to kiss her.
“Mmm yeah,” Iris moaned. “Mmm yeah. Kiss me there and now you can lick me, too.”
It was so easy. Brian’s tongue just arched out and he stroked his girlfriend’s pussy. It just felt so good. It felt so good and so right.
“Oh Brian,” Iris moaned. “Oh Brian. You do that so good. Oh, I knew it was right to keep you around, and now you can play with yourself, too.”
Brian didn’t even question why his hand was suddenly on his cock or how good it felt to please this woman. All he knew was that he wanted to continue to do it.
“Oh yeah,” Iris moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Show your allegiance to me.”
Brian didn’t even bother to question it. Why should he question it? He was licking her pussy and that was all that mattered.”
“Oh my God,” Iris cried. “Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum.”
He was going to make her cum. That thought excited Brian even more. That was what he wanted. He wanted to make her cum.
“Oh my God, Brian. Yes, yes, yes!”
She was cumming, Brian thought. That was what he wanted. She was cumming because of what he’d done for her.
“Sit back,” she said.
Brian sat back.
“Play with your cock,” Iris said. “I want to see you do it.”
It was the most natural thing in the world for him. It was the most natural thing in the world for him to play with his cock. It was what he was meant to do.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
He liked it. He liked doing whatever it was that made her happy and it was clear that this made her happy.
“I want to see you cum,” she said.
If that was what she wanted … Brian stroked his cock even harder. Oh yeah. If that was what she wanted. He’d do anything for her. He stroked himself even harder. He wanted to give her what she wanted.
“Are you going to cum for me?”
“Oh yeah,” he groaned and then he groaned again as his cock came all over his hand. He just couldn’t stop himself from cumming, but then really, why should he stop himself. He was cumming for her and that was all that mattered.
“You belong to me,” she said when he was finally done.
Of course, he thought. That was so totally obvious. He belonged to her.
“You can go now,” she said.
He didn’t want to go but he didn’t want to disobey her either. Still, when he turned to go, there was something that just wasn’t right.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
“M-m-my clothes,” he stammered. “They don’t … they don’t fit anymore. They’re too big.”
“Of course they are.”
“But I don’t understand.”
“What were you?” the redhead asked.
“Pardon me?”
“What were you when you came here today?”
He was about to say that he didn’t understand the question but before he could answer, something else popped out instead. “I was a man,” he said.
“That’s right. “You were a man and what are you now?”
Again, the answer seemed to come to him without his even having to think of it. “I’m a leprechaun,” he said.
“That’s right. You’re a leprechaun so tell me, why would you think that a man’s clothes would fit you now?”
They wouldn’t, of course. It was silly to think they ever would.
“You see now,” she said.
Of course, he saw. It all made perfect sense now.
“And who am I?” she asked.
“You’re Princess Iris,” he said.
“Princess of—”
“Princess of the leprechauns.”
“Your princess.”
He nodded. Yes, of course. She was his princess. He’d do anything for her.
“That’s good to hear,” she said. “You can run along now, but don’t run off too far. I may want you to come back again.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I like the way you kiss my pussy.”