Irish (L)ass
As a rite of passage, I was sent to Ireland at 16 to see my mother's family farm and immerse myself in the culture. I had never met any of my Irish relatives but they were warm and welcomed me with open arms. It just so happened that my cousin was visiting too from England. I never met her before but she was probably 17 and absolutely stacked natural redhead. She was so flirty and constantly mocking my American accent. I was so horned up and it was extremely difficult to keep it platonic though I knew I had to. For a week or so, we goofed around the farm together. One day, she came up from behind and threw some hay down the back of my pants. I grabbed a handful of hay and chased after her. We ended up in the guest bedroom alone and I tried to put the hay down the back of her pants. I remember it like it was yesterday. She was wearing gray sweatpants and white t-shirt with no bra. She was laughing and tried to get away by jumping on bed. As she leapt, I grabbed back of her sweatpants and they came down along with her blue underwear. She landed on her stomach with her ass looking straight up at me. It was beautiful, heart shaped and milky white with some jiggle. I was stunned for a second but without missing a beat she flipped over. When she did, I saw the most luxurious, red thatch of pubic hair I could have imagined in my wildest dreams. She sat there with her pants down looking up at me shyly but also thrilled at giving me the view. I just surveyed her body. Her belly and belly button were so white and tight with slight red trail that ran down to her bush. After about 20 seconds, she coyly asked me not to stick the hay down her pants. I agreed and then lifted her t-shirt - out flopped two full C-cups with the rosiest pink nipples imaginable, sticking straight up off her chest. I took the hay and rubbed it into her tits. She allowed me to do it then pulled her shirt down and pants up. We then heard someone enter the house so we went back out to the living area. Honestly, it was the defining moment of my adolescence in terms of being in awe of (and inspired by) the female body. I have only seen her once since that summer.
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