Finally, the day for my long-planned trip to Ireland had arrived.  Donna and I were ex-work colleagues who had grown very close during the lockdowns. We had enjoyed a lot of phone & cyber sex while we were separated and isolated. After the restrictions had lifted, Donna had flown to London for a week, and we had enjoyed a marathon sex session, living out all of the fantasies we had explored when we were locked down.

After she left, things cooled between us, I embarked on another relationship, and she returned to Donegal to look after her ailing father.

When I heard that her father had passed away, I sent condolence cards and wrote her a nice letter which she appreciated.

What I didn’t know is that soon after her father passed, there was a massive row in her family as they started squabbling over his house and possessions. By all accounts, it got very nasty. I also discovered that Donna had been admitted to the hospital and had experienced a type of breakdown because of the stress.

The relationship I had embarked on had fizzled out, and we had parted company amicably and went our separate ways.

Being single again meant that I was often alone at night, which I found the hardest part. I’m sure I’m not alone in admitting that I had hidden an old laptop away because I didn’t want it to be found and had to explain why it was not linked to all my other devices. The reason was simple, it was where I kept my porn stash.

On this laptop, I had hundreds of shots of Donna and a few videos.  She had willingly posed for them all and knew that I had them; she knew she could trust me. The shots ranged from “artistic nudes” to simple pornography. The videos were of her masturbating, and there was one of us fucking. They were all taken during the week we spent together in London or were shots we had exchanged during the lockdowns.

Increasingly at night, I would find myself in bed wanking, looking at pictures and videos of Donna.

I started messaging her again, and we began to chat again. I was very careful not to push my luck because I knew she was still very fragile.

The full scale of the family fallout became apparent, and it sounded really awful. Donna also admitted that in her weakened state, she had embarked on a same-sex sexual relationship with a solicitor who was supposedly helping to sort out the family dispute and her father’s estate.

She admitted that she had never thought about sex with another woman before and had really enjoyed it. This was the Donna I knew, completely uninhibited, especially in bed. I had some spectacular wanks thinking about Donna with another woman.

It had all come to a dramatic end when one afternoon after a marathon sex session. The solicitor was in the shower at Donna’s place when her phone went off. Donna knew it was wrong to pry, but she was glad that she did. The message on the unlocked phone revealed others, and it turned out that the solicitor was far more interested in her money than her pussy.

When the solicitor emerged naked from Donna’s shower, she was surprised to find her bag was packed and that Donna had fired her. Donna was so angry that she made the lawyer walk to her car naked. It was a symbolic gesture because Donna’s cottage was so isolated nobody saw it, but it made her feel good. She also reported the solicitor to the authorities for multiple breaches of conduct.

However, the effect on Donna afterwards was awful; the breach of trust just destroyed her self-esteem and confidence. She admitted that she started drinking too much and had developed a real mistrust of people.

I invited her back to London and said I would buy her a plane ticket, but she said she didn’t feel like travelling.

I kept checking in with her, and eventually, we agreed that I would fly out to Donegal and spend some time with her. I fully intended to try and rekindle our sexual relationship, so in anticipation of this, I bought Donna a couple of sets of Lingerie which were from the same range that I had sent her during the lockdowns.

The flight itself was one of the nicest I had ever had; it was a new route between London’s Heathrow Airport and Derry City. We flew much lower than usual because the airline didn’t use a jet on this route. After passing over Birmingham, we flew over Shropshire, the Snowdonia National Park in North Wales and then crossed the Irish Sea and headed over the dramatic Antrim coast. It was a beautiful morning, and the scenery was amazing.

Derry City airport is tiny, and my hire car was waiting for me as I disembarked. I collected my bag and signed the waiver form that allowed me to drive over the border into Donegal.

It only took just over an hour to drive to Donna’s cottage, I put her address into my sat nav, and Donna had helpfully sent me some pictures of the gate and the track that led to her cottage. I found it easily.

When I got to her place, she had left a note to say that she was taking some tourists on a paddle boarding trip on a beach not far from her house. She said I could either stay here and wait for her or join her at the beach. I was disappointed to see that Donna had made up the spare room for me; that didn’t bode well.

I was very sneaky and took a quick look in her bedroom, I was encouraged to find that the glass dildo I had sent her during lockdown was in her bedside drawer, along with a bottle of lube. All hope was not lost.

Donna left me a note saying that if I wanted to join her at the beach, then I should bring a wet suit; I would find one on a rack in a shed next to her cottage.

Having collected a wetsuit, I headed to the beach to find Donna. She had left me directions, but it was very simple, all I had to do was drive down the one road until I came to the beach.

The setting was magnificent, with the mountains as a backdrop. I quickly found Donna and the two tourists she was showing around. Donna looked fantastic in a wetsuit which clung to her lithe body in all the right places. She had lost weight since I had last seen her, and her hair was showing signs of grey. She still wore it in a ponytail which I always found attractive.

She came out of the sea just like Ursula Andress in the famous James Bond film Dr No, but instead of a bikini, she was sensibly wearing a black & blue wetsuit. We kissed each other on the lips, and while I was kissing her, I ran my hand across her bum. She didn’t flinch, another good sign.

Donna said that her paying guests wanted to explore a cove beyond the headland and that I was welcome to join them. Donna said I should collect a paddle board from the roof of her ancient Mercedes.

I asked about getting changed, and Donna just looked at me. So I stripped naked on the beach and put on the wetsuit I had bought from her cottage. It fitted me fine with one exception. Being naked in front of Donna had aroused me, and there is absolutely no way you can hide even a hint of an erection in a wetsuit. So be it.

The cold water of the Atlantic Ocean quickly dealt with my erection, so I was able to join Donna’s guests, and we set off to explore the cove.

We were gone for about an hour until Donna said that we needed to return to our cars as the tide was turning, and we needed to be back on the beach. The tourists settled up with Donna and left the paddle boards for us to load onto the roof of Donna’s Mercedes.

I helped where I could, but Donna clearly had this down to a fine art. The sight of Donna stretching in her tight wet suit soon had me aroused again.

I approached Donna and unzipped her wetsuit right down to the top of her bum crack.

“I’m going to lick your arse,” I announced boldly.

I bent Donna over the bonnet of her car and pulled her wetsuit down further to reveal her shapely bum. Without hesitation, I spread her legs and stuck my tongue in her bum hole. It was the first time I had done this with Donna.

I felt her freeze for a few seconds, and then she relaxed as she felt my tongue work its way around her bum.

“Finger yourself,” I instructed. Again there was a moment of hesitation, but soon I saw Donna’s fingers begin to play with her pussy lips. It only took a couple of minutes for Donna to become wet and aroused as her fingers slid along her smooth slit.

I stopped licking her bum to allow me to take off my wetsuit, My cock was hard, and I was ready. “Stay there. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

“No, not here. The fishermen will be along very soon; let’s get back to the cottage,” Donna replied.

We quickly checked the boards were secured to the roof of Donna’s car, threw our wetsuits into the back and jumped into the front. We were both naked.

As we reached the junction of the track and the main road, three cars came in the opposite direction.

“Fishermen,” we said simultaneously. Donna was absolutely right; they would have caught us fucking.

I remarked that Donna’s pussy looked freshly waxed and how much I liked it that way. She told me that she was unsure about how she would feel about having sex with me again after all that had happened to her but that she had needed to take her laptop in for a repair in Galway Town, so had opted to have a full wax while she was there.

We arrived back at Donna’s cottage, jumped out of the car and headed straight for her bed. She lay on her back with her legs spread and guided me in.

This was the Donna I knew and had lusted after for so long.