My Shamrock Seduction on St. Patrick’s Day

A Short Walk Brought Light To His Obsession

My shamrock seduction began on St. Patrick’s Day. That morning, I stepped out into the crisp morning air dressed in my favorite pink sweater (that matched the every changing weather) and jeans that hugged my curves just right. I had a semi-busy day in-store. My neighborhood buzzed with holiday cheer. I always thought of this day as one for random people to touch you. As I walked down the street, the leprechaun decorations dangled from lampposts and the faint sound of bagpipes drifting from decorative sound boxes made me giggle.  It made me think heavily of my past sissy confections because they liked to dress up.

Just Out For A Stroll

Today, I had a list of errands to tackle. I needed to pick up some things for the house as well, for my husband later. My final stop would be by the florist for those vibrant shamrock bouquets for today, shamrock seduction that will make our home feel festive. Even though the weather was a little chilly, I loved the way the sun peered down on me. I saw people in droves wearing silly green hats and others pinching anyone not sporting the color. I received my first pinch from a model-type woman who was probably in her mid-twenties.

First stop was the bakery. The warm, baked goods hit my nose and the man who owned the shop hit my eyes. Maybe I didn’t wear green for a reason today. He was this tall red-headed man who looked more like a lumberjack. I’ll admit that I don’t really just come here for the baked goods. And today he ignited my shamrock seduction so much.

He rounded the counter and stood closer than I’d expected and gave me a soft pinch on my neck. Afterwards, he retreated and explained that I was naughty for not wearing green today. He then gave me a free shamrock cook and said that it should keep me safe while I’m out. I smiled and thanked him, as my mind was already wandering to the rest of my route. Outside of his shop, I bumped into a few neighbors exchanging hellos.

It Wasn’t Just A Little Pinch of Shamrock Seduction

Once they spotted me, the conversations got laced with neighborhood gossip, jokes, and pinches. Which both gave me. Damn, it’s like the holiday itself was stirring up hidden desires for my shamrock seduction. I continued to the next store, where the clerk flirted harmlessly while ringing up my purchase. He was an older man who shyly flirted with me often. When he went to pinch me, he accidentally pinched my side bood. I was lifting my arm and whoops. His eyes lingered a second too long on my figure after doing so. I just brushed it off with a laugh and a smile as I left.

As I turned down my street to head home, I saw him, Jake. He was actually my husband’s friend, or would it be better to say a friendly neighbor? Either way, He and my husband hung out religiously. He waved hello and asked if I needed a hand as I climbed the stairs to my porch. Did I spark his shamrock seduction for me today?

This Shamrock Seduction Was Something He had To Have

Of course, I politely said no thank you as I retreated into my house. I don’t think I was in the house for 10 minutes when I heard a knock on my front door. Once I opened the door and saw that it was Jake, he greeted me with me a pinch.

“Now you know you’re not wearing green today Romi,” Jake said.

He pushed his way inside and slowly closed the door behind him. I always loved his broad shoulders and the leathery musk cologne that he wore. It brought out that masculine quality about him that I loved so much. I’ve always wanted him and in this moment felt myself melt in front of him as my full big titts pressed against him.

Do you think we could make this shamrock seduction a quickie before my husband gets home?

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