[JeandeLimbourg]

It did happen to me, as a 'victim'.

When I was young (the dinosaurs were not yet wholly extinct), I loved travelling with my rucksack. I soon discovered that travelling alone was the surest way to meet interesting people in general, and adventurous single girls in particular.
In Nothern Ireland, I met a very adventurous girl - she was 18, I 21. She was a gifted violin player, there to learn Irish folk music. She was of Polish descendancy, and one of the most beautiful specimens of the human race I ever met. Her mother had died when she was a young child, her father was depressed and unable to cope. Being the 7th of 8 children, she was raised by her brothers and sisters: she was 18, but older in experience in many ways.
We started to like each other very much, and began travelling together --- we kept contact for many years, but the distances were too large to maintain a stable relationship. One of my vivid memories is how we came to a small lake in the hills. While there was a farmer working his fields, she undressed without hesitation and jumped naked in the lake. She didn't like a wet bikini on our long hikes from place to place. I still remember her saying, 'Don't underestimate the Irish! He only sees two people enjoying sun and water, and he surely likes what he is seeing!' I didn't doubt that, she had a beautiful face only to be matched by a perfect body. In the then very young Ireland, people were actually amazingly tolerant for a young couple. We were very wellcome everywhere.

Somewhere on the West Coast, in Donegal, we left the path for a few hundred meter to have lunch. We ate, the sun was warm and we started to "kiss and fondle", always more passionately. We undressed, and got always hotter. She suddenly asked, "Don't you want to come in me? It is safe. It is the last day of my menstruations, there was no blood and I am very regular (HIV-AIDS was still far away)." Remember she was far more experienced than I was: it was the first time we would make love together. Obviously, her question was rethorical. I was in love with the most amazing young woman, naked under the lovely soft Irish sun, in splendid nature, and I was then a 21 year old very healthy male.
I was kissing and licking her there were she had told me that girls really like to be kissed and licked, bum in the air, till her moaning changed in low pitched cries and her whole body seemed to quiver and contract in waves. It was actually the first unrestrained orgasm I ever witnessed, and being very open, extravert and complexless (unlike me), she "let it go" completely. I was obviously very proud of myself, being such a good boy. She relaxed, opened her eyes, then took my head from between her legs and whispered in my ear 'there is someone watching us'. I turned briskly around, and saw at not twenty meter a guy walking away, looking with a straight face sternly in the other direction.

Exploration of the places showed us that, in the lonely Donegal, we had done a remarkable feat: by leaving the one path, we had succeeded in approaching another one. It was at not more than twenty meter, not much frequented, but it had been lunch time, too. I have no idea how many people have seen us. In the previous quarter, we would not have noticed a passing band of elephants.

Later that day, in the sunset on a high hill overlooking the Ocean, in the unsurpassed landscapes of Donegal, she took out her violin and played Irish gigs and reels to the setting sun, 58 kilogram of undiluted passion for the old Celtic music. It has been hard to be ever that happy again, and impossible to witness so much beauty in one single spot in time and place.