Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Magic, TransGender, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, .
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - On his last day of vacation in Ireland, Hugh picks up a beautiful local hitchhiker, Erin. That night, an ancient Irish lullaby has unexpected side-effects and the couple is thrust into a new life which they find strangely wonderful... (a body swap story)
"Hey there, where ya headed?" I asked, rolling down the window.
"To Dublin, where are you headed?" her voice had a light Irish lilt, musical, like a gavotte.
"I'm not headed to Dublin until tomorrow. But I'll take you as far as Limerick, where I'll be spending the night."
"Thank ya, tha'd be very kind." She opened the door and stepped in. "And, by the way, my name is Erin O'Neil."
Erin was tall and thin, had pert breasts in a thin linen shirt, jeans, and long, wavy, bright red hair tied in a ponytail. Her features were classic - right out of a Pre-Raphaelite painting - and her eyes danced with pleasure. She dropped her backpack in the back seat and closed the door.
Hugh caught himself staring. "Oh ... and I'm Hugh."
"Well goodness, just like my ancestor, The Great Hugh O'Neill."
"Except it's just Hugh Johnson. Who was 'The Great' Hugh O'Neill?"
"Only the last Gaelic Chieftain of Ireland. But, alas, defeated by the English in 1600."
"Wow, that's some pedigree."
"Ohhh, just one of many exotic secrets in the O'Neil family tree."
"Well then, tell me all about all about it!"
Hugh drove on, completely taken with Erin and her lively talk. Her wild and free spirit maintained a deep sense of history and a fierce pride in her native Ireland. It didn't take long to discover that she was setting out from her remote home on the Dingle Peninsula, hitchhiking to Dublin as the first stop on her trip to the United States. Hugh also found out that Erin belonged to a family of farmers, that she helped her parents manage the herd, that her family tree had been traced back over 700 years, and that she was headed to Dublin as the first stop on a long vacation trip to the United States. She smelled strongly of wool, which Hugh found to be strangely intoxicating.
"So now tell me, mysterious Hugh, what are you all about?"
Hugh sighed. "Oh, I'm so dull compared to you. I live in Boston, I'm a manager, and I hate my life."
"Oh, Hugh!" Erin exclaimed, "how could ya hate your life when there are so many nice surprises left!" And with that, she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Hugh looked at her, eyes wide, feeling the moist kiss on his skin.
"I ... uh ... um..." he tried, but just couldn't get any words out.
Erin smiled. "Well ... aren't ya goin' to thank me?"
"Thank you? Oh! Thank you! That was so, incredibly, sweet of you..."
Hugh blushed deeply.
"You're so cute. So, why do ya claim to hate this life so much?"
Hugh embarked on his life story. He and some friends from college had started their own company 5 years ago, which after just a couple of years had been bought out by a large Telecom.
But after the purchase, things just stagnated. The new company was too bureaucratic, miserly, and insisted they do nothing but service the existing customers. What had been a fun job with friends, turned into something boring and tedious. And just before vacation, he had been informed that his parent company planned to disband his group and fold them into another department. Hugh would be out of a job.
That had been two weeks ago. Now that vacation was over, all he could think about was having to go back to work where he would have to fire half his staff, including himself.
"And so, 5 years of my life," Hugh sighed, "all those 12 hour days, weekends, everything, working on this product, and now it's nowhere. I hate it. And for what? I'm just wondering what in this world is important. Who am I? I've had no time for family, I have no other interests, and my life's work has gone down the drain."
"Oh, you poor thing!" Erin was mocking him. "Poor, poor, Hugh. Let me ask you this, what did ya get when you merged your company. Stock perhaps?"
"Well, yeah, I got some of stock."
"And what is that stock worth today, hmmmm?"
"Well, yeah, it's worth something."
"Well there you go. Now you 'ave the freedom to discover what is really important to you. Most people I know would jump for the same opportunity. Most people I know don't 'ave such choices. You're just a lost soul who needs guidance."
"And I suppose you're the one to help guide me?"
Erin smiled broadly. "My mother always said that I 'ad the very spirit of her ancestors - poets, charmers, enchantresses, and harpists."
"I believe it," but Hugh still sighed heavily - work was on his mind. He looked up at Erin, hopeful, "Would you like to join me for dinner? My treat?"
They arrived in Limerick, a clumsy industrial town and had dinner in a local pub. Throughout the evening, Erin had been sparkling and thoughtful. She succeeded in lifting Hugh's spirits somewhat, but as they stepped out of the pub he felt this ephemeral mood escape.
Hugh looked up at Erin. "Listen," he sighed, "why don't you just spend the night with me. I got a suite for my last night's stay, and I can sleep on the couch and you can have the bed. And the way I am tonight, you have nothing to fear."
"Well, I was just going to find a hostel somewhere..."
"Please, I owe you something for being so nice over dinner."
Erin turned towards Hugh and with a light touch under his chin, tilted his head up. She looked into his eyes, searching and thinking. For a second, Hugh forgot everything else, and just looked at her, realizing for a second that this was someone he would miss after tomorrow. The full moon, blood red in the industrial sky, peeked out over her left shoulder.
Erin stood up on tiptoe and kissed him on the forehead. "Alright, I accept your offer. But you sleep in the bed. You need it. I've slept in the fields with my sheep, so a couch will be more than enough."
"You sleep with the sheep outside?"
"Well, it only 'appened twice. Once on a dare, and once when I came home late and forgot me key."
"What's it like?"
"When you wake up, all you want is a good hot shower."