My Last Night In Scotland
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It was a cold blustery evening in remote Inverness, the cultural capital of the Scottish Highlands. It was my last night here before moving on and I’d just finished eating dinner at a local pub. I figured that as this would be my last night in Scotland, I wanted something to remember it by, and what better way than with a traditional Scottish kilt? I certainly didn’t have trouble finding a shop. Basically, every second shop along the main street sold every manner of Scottish souvenirs and clothing.
I chose one of the larger shops I knew to be just around the corner from where I was staying. After reluctantly leaving the warmth of the pub, I headed out into the icy cool breeze and made my way up the cobblestoned laneway out into the main street. It was still fairly early in the evening, so locals and tourists alike were still roaming the streets shopping or making their way home from work as the sun was beginning to set.
I walked into the large brightly lit shop and out of the cool breeze. There were only a handful of customers in the shop. I made my way down to the back of the shop where the kilts hung. There were hundreds of them, all lining the back wall, four rows high.
After seeing the exorbitant prices of these, I moved back towards the center of the shop where there was a rack of cheaper kilts, and what I assumed were of lesser quality. I found a couple of patterns and colours that I liked and after picking out my size, made my way to the changeroom. I found the small changing room in the far back corner of the store.
After some time, I decided on a black utility-style kilt and a white shirt. I took them up to the front of the shop and handed them over to the man standing behind the counter. He was an older man, maybe in his early forties, with jet black hair, but was starting to bald on top and wore a beard. I assumed he was the owner of the store.
He asked in a very strong accent if I needed any help. I asked him if he had a belt that might go with my new outfit. He led me down one side of the shop where there was a range of leather belts and asked me to choose a belt buckle to go with it. He also went and got me some black woolen socks with a red dragon on the side. After making my choice, he suggested that I try the whole outfit on with everything together to see how it all looked. I agreed and he led me to the small change room.
I walked in and to my slight surprise, he walked in behind me and pulled the curtain closed. I proceeded to change out of my jacket and shirt and put on the new one. Then I undid my jeans and slid them off and as I did, he grabbed the kilt that I had purchased and knelt down on the floor in front of me and helped me into it. This, of course, isn’t the first time I’ve had someone help me get dressed, but certainly the first time in a long while.
I felt a little awkward being almost half-naked in front of a complete stranger, but figured he’d be used to it working in a clothing store. I don’t know if you’ve ever worn a kilt, but basically, it’s a skirt that wraps around your body and overlaps on itself at the front. It has an internal strap on the left side and an external strap on the right where you secure the overlapping section. Fairly straight forward and a one-person job. But I guess you couldn’t fault his customer service skills.
He then placed the belt and buckle on and then the helped me into the socks. He then looked up at me and mumbled something that I didn’t quite catch and before I knew what was happening, he had his hands up the kilt and started pulling at my shirt from the inside in an attempt to make it look like it was tucked in. As he was doing this, he was explaining that it was difficult to tuck your shirt in once the kilt was on and fastened and that pulling it down like this was the only way.
Thinking about this now, I’m not sure if that is truly the case, but at the time I was a little too preoccupied with having a stranger’s cold hands roaming around, far to close to my junk. On several occasions, I could feel his arm brush my cock. I was glad I chose to wear underwear this morning.
Once he was happy that I looked presentable, he stood up and asked me to follow him out to have a look in the mirror. As we were walking out of the changing room something caught my eye. I looked down at the shop owner's pants and noticed he had a clear bulge going on down there. I wasn’t sure what to make of this and the next thing I knew I was standing in front of a six-foot-tall mirror leaning against a dark green couch with a round tartan rug laid out on the floor.
The shop owner complimented me on how good I looked. He walked over to the back wall where the top quality (and out of my price range) kilts were hanging and picked up a similar black kilt with a silk cross-hatched pattern in it and suggested I try this on. I said to him that I could not afford this one.
He insisted that if I liked it, he would give it to me for the same price as the one that I was currently wearing. Well, I couldn’t turn down that bargain. He apologised and said that he had to go serve some customers that were lined up at the front counter and that he would return shortly to see how I was getting on.
I made my way back to the change room and tried on the new kilt. It certainly looked and felt a lot better quality. After changing, I made my way back to the mirror and was checking it out when the owner returned, again apologising and saying how he was the only one working tonight. He introduced himself as George and we got talking about where I was from and what I was doing up here in the highlands and if I was enjoying myself.
Directing our conversation back to the new kilt I had on, he explained how this was the best quality of kilt you can buy. It was then that he explained how most Scottish people don’t wear anything underneath when they wear kilts. Suggested to me that I should go and take off my underwear so that I could, “truly appreciate the quality and the feel of the material.”
I thought about this for a second, but then thought, hell, why not. So back into the change room I went, and George again followed me in. But before I could do or say anything, he’d closed the curtain behind us and was down on his knees again with his hands up my kilt and starting to pull down my underwear. I was speechless, helping me into clothes is one thing, but removing my underwear…that was a bit much.
But he was right, instantly I felt so much more comfortable and feeling the kilt against my bare skin was amazing. But George wasn’t finished. He put my underwear onto the chair in the corner, then had his hands back up there in an attempt to again pull my shirt down. Only this time… I was butt naked down there. Admittedly, his hands were a bit warmer this time, but I didn’t know what to do or say. His hands brushed past my dick more times than I thought was necessary and each time he’d mumble a little apology.
I wasn’t sure how I completely felt about all this. But….when in Rome….or Scotland, as the case was. We made our way back out to the store.
“How does that feel now, good?” he asked.
“Yeah, really nice actually.”
“Oh, excuse me, will you? Be right back, just need to serve this customer,” he said as he indicated to a woman standing near the front counter. “Feel free to pick out a sporran, I think you would look great with one.”
He pointed to a shelf nearby with a large range of sporrans and chains. As he made his way to the counter, I was left to look around, not unaware of the fact that I was wearing nothing under my kilt. I have to admit, it felt good, and a little naughty walking around a shop with people everywhere, knowing that I had nothing on under my kilt.
I picked out a black fur sporran with a silver chain and having no idea how to fit it, waited for George to return. When he did, again apologising, he helped me fit it to my belt and adjusted it until the sporran sat centrally on the front of the kilt. I had to admit, I looked pretty dapper. George picked out another style kilt, this one was your typical red tartan style. “Try this one on so you can compare the different styles.”
So it was back to the change room yet again. He removed the sporran for me and then helped me remove the belt and then my kilt. All too aware that this time I was not actually wearing any underwear. Luckily, however, the shirt was long enough that it covered things up. He wrapped the new kilt around me and fastened it and then as before, slipped his hands up to pull my shirt down.
Again, I could feel his hands moving around my body gently brushing against my arse and then around to the front where several times he would brush up against my cock. Occasionally, his hand would go between my cock and balls. By this time, I was starting to feel less nervous and my cock was starting to react to his touch more than before. I’m sure he could feel that I had gotten harder since the last time, especially when he went to pull his hands back out and brushed against it.
By now I was starting to put two and two together, with the excessive brushing up against my junk and the semi I could see him getting in his pants… my mate George here wasn’t straight. I knew nothing about him, though I could see he was wearing a wedding ring. Whether or not he was married to a man or a woman, I had no idea. Nor did it really matter, I was curious to see how far this would go, so I played along.
At first, I took his actions to be simply good customer service, but now I realized that it was more than that. If he was in a straight marriage, then perhaps he’d never done anything like this with another man before and if that was the case, I didn’t want to do anything to direct and scare him off. On the other hand, maybe he was in a gay relationship and had done this kind of thing before, in which case I didn’t want to play dumb for too long and make him think that I didn’t want this... well, whatever this was.
We got talking a bit more and I mentioned that I had just recently broken up with my boyfriend. I wanted him to know that I was, A, single, and B, very much into guys. He had no reaction to this. Whether it was because of our accents and he didn’t quite understand me, or he was just preoccupied with other things, it was hard to know where this was going, if anywhere at all. But I was enjoying myself and the possibilities.
It was getting quite late, I had no idea how long I’d been here for. George went to serve the last of the customers and then locked the doors and put up the ‘Closed’ sign. It was just him and I now. No more interruptions.
“I’m sorry if I’m keeping you, I’m sure you have to get home.”
"No, no, not at all,” he said, picking up another kilt for me to try on.
He got me to try on about three other different coloured kilts to see what I preferred. Each time he would help me in and out of them and each time he’d get his hands up there and pull my shirt down and each time he’d touch me in his little discreet ways.
Standing there in front of the mirror in a purple and green tartan kilt and my white shirt, an idea popped into my head. I said to George, “What do you think about a black shirt with this kilt.”
As I expected, he was all too eager with the idea. Making our way back to the change room, not bothering to close the curtain now that we were the only two in the shop and we were blocked from the front shop windows from the shelves. He removed my white shirt and helped me with the black one.
Of course, this now had to be completely tucked into the kilt, now didn’t it? So on to his knees, George got and his hands went up. My heart was beating faster than normal, just as it had been all night, but the blood was also flowing a lot faster… in a downwards direction.
I could feel myself getting harder. Harder than I had been all night. He started at my back, poking his fingers up out of my kilt and pulling my shirt down with them. This caused his face to be so close to my crotch that my semi-hard cock was touching his cheek. I was pulsing at the thought of him just lifting up the kilt then and there and taking me in his mouth. It would have been so easy. And I certainly would not have stopped him.
His hands slowly moved around to my front and with just the front of the shirt left to be tucked in, his hands moved and touched my cock. Instantly I pulsed. Surely he felt it. He apologised and slipped his fingers up my front to grab my shirt. All the while I could feel his arm against my cock, which was no doubt dripping with precum by now. He took longer than usual to pull the front of the shirt down, paying particular attention to it to ensure it looked right.
Just grab my cock already and go to town on it, I thought to myself. It was driving me crazy. Eventually, he pulled away and helped me with the belt and other accessories. The whole outfit looked great. He got me some matching tartan flashes (small fishtailed ribbons connected to an elastic band that wraps around the top of the socks) to complete the look.
DAMN, did I look good! Even George was smiling, though now that I think back, he was probably thinking about the fact I’d need to get undressed eventually, and after finally deciding on what I wanted, that is exactly what we did. Making our way back to the changeroom he undid my sporran and belt. Then he pulled my shirt off me.
Finally, he again knelt down and unfastened my kilt. The nerves were coming back. He’d only ever felt my cock. He hadn’t actually seen it yet. I had no idea what was about to happen. Maybe nothing, maybe he’d just help me get dressed in my clothes and I’d go up and pay for the items and I’d be on my way.
As the kilt fell away, I found myself standing there in nothing but socks and flashes in front of a man who I hardly knew, on his knees staring at my now hard cock. He looked up at me, and then started telling me a story.
A story about how when the men used to return from battle, “and their wives would help undress them and they would take one of the flashes,” as he was telling me this strange story, he undid one of the flashes from my sock, “and they would place it around the man’s penis like this,” which is exactly what he did, wrapping the elastic band around the base of my cock and balls just like a cock ring and then spread the two fishtailed ends of the ribbons apart so that they fell either side of my hard member.
"Then they would stroke him just like this,” and there he was, my cock in his hand slowly stroking it.
He was still staring at me with those dark coloured eyes and then, in that moment, he took me in his mouth. Ooohhh, my. It felt amazing. I’d waited so long to finally feel his warm wet mouth on my cock. He sucked me as one hand massaged my balls and the other hand grabbed my arse and pulled me closer to him.
He took all of me and held it there. I grabbed the back of his head and made sure he took every last inch of me and held him there until he couldn’t take anymore and pulled away. Saliva dripping down his beard and onto the floor. He continued to take me, I was moaning, my knees felt weak and shook.
Eventually, he stopped and stood up, “hang on, I’m just going to go and turn out the lights.” I waited a short time for him to return. Thinking to myself as I was waiting, is this really happening right now?
He quickly returned and guided me out to the couch that was in the middle of the store. The store was now dark, the only light coming from the streetlights outside. If someone was to look in, they might very well get a show. I sat down on the couch and George got on his knees and took me again.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I moaned as he took all of me. It felt amazing. My question had been answered though, this guy knew how to suck cock. This most certainly wasn’t his first time. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head revealing a muscular hairy chest. I ran my hand through his hair and grabbed one of his nipples and lightly pinched it.
I wanted to taste him. I motioned for him to stand and I grabbed at his cock now clearly straining his pants, I pulled them down revealing a nice thick cock. A bit shorter than me but tasted amazing as I took him. I sucked and licked and moved my tongue over the head of his cock. After a short time, he pulled away saying that he was close. I was a little disappointed and not getting more, but knew I’d get my chance.
He went back down on me. Stroking me at the same time as he sucked me. I could feel his saliva dripping down my shaft and off my balls to the floor. He was moaning, I was moaning. Fuck, it was hot. Eventually it all got too much and I told him I was close. He quickened his pace, I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“OMG, I’m cumming, FUCK!” I blew load after load into his mouth. I could see him struggling but like a true gentleman he swallowed it all, every last drop. My balls had truly been drained.
But now it was my turn. He stood up on the couch with his hard dick directly in my face and I took him. I instantly tasted his sweet juicy precum on my tongue. I took him just like he had me. He was moaning as I deepthroated him, as I played with his balls as I reached up into his hairy chest and grabbed his nipple, lightly pinching it. It didn’t take long and he was ready to blow.
I pulled out and jerked him off, then he moaned loudly, and he shot his hot white cum all over my chest. I continued to stroke him even after the last drop came out and then licked the head clean. He tasted great.
He jumped down off the couch and directed me to a side door where the toilet was and, dripping with his cum and my sweat, I went and cleaned up. After getting dressed, I took my items up to the front counter to pay for them. He gave the lot to me for nothing.
“No, please, it’s on the house.”
“Oh, cheers mate, thanks very much.”
And with that I walked out the door and into the cool night, most satisfied with the customer service I received, and with what was a very fitting end to my last night in Scotland.
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Hi! Let me introduce myself. My name is Rory and I’m eighteen. My brother is Derek and he’s seventeen. Actually, I’m almost two years older because he just turned seventeen a couple of months ago, and I’ll be nineteen in less than two months. I was nine and Derek eight when our father was killed in a car crash. They said he was drunk, and I can believe it. He was drunk a lot of times. He didn’t have any insurance, and we’d never had much money anyway, so we were in kind of a tight place. In...
TabooMy name is Jack Lastmale and it seems like I'm the last male in the world. 16 years ago, nobody knows why, but every male vanished from this world. But somehow I'm still here and I want to save the world! I don't think I can get every women pregnant in this world but i want to try it so I'm boarded a caravan to see the world. I came from a little village in the south, my family has a farm there. I lived there with my mother and with my three sisters. I'm the smallest in the family and the only...
FetishIt was a beautiful sunny day and I decided to have my coffee and cigarette outside, as I sat there minding my own business I was looking across the road where the neighbour was having some work done in their house. I saw an older man about 40 plastering a wall and his younger assistant, probably about 20, was helping him.Then the older guy pushed him against the wall and started to kiss him, his hands were somewhere else as the younger man had his arm across his shoulders and his head in the...
this is a true story. I am a plasterer (dryliner) and when this happened i was 29 years old and running my owe business.I went too the job and with my college john (dad who is a lot older 58) the job was i harrogate an expensive part of north yorkshire and when i pulled up outside the house was very old and very big there was a nice car on the drive and the place smelt of money.I went to the door and rang the bell the lady of the house answered the door she introduced herself as Caroline and...
Hello friends, this is Ajay. This is about how i had sex with my neighbour girl who is just 19 years old. My neighbour is a Orissa family who recently got a baby girl. Since both are working, my neighbour brought her sister to Bangalore. She is the heroine of the story. She is just 18 years old. But has a very good body & structure. She is definitely a virgin. The most beautiful asset of her body is her ass. Her ass is well shaped and tightly packed. I always had an eye on the girl from the day...
Master Mold Plastique SurgeryBy Darqside Her blindfold was removed and she could see before her a laboratory with several computer panels and monitoring devices. ?Miss Williams?? a voice from behind her crooned. ?Roger Vaincroft!? Her eyes were now filled with hatred and anger at the sing-song man standing behind her. ?Ah?so you remember me, my dear?that?s good!? I was hoping the very reason my career as a plastic surgeon ended would at least remember my voice, if not my face.? The man...
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Asian Porn Sites100% fiction!Hello friends, this is Ajay. I am from bangalore. this is about how i had sex with my neighbor girl who is just 19 years old. My neighbor is a orissa family who recently got a baby girl. since both are working, my neighbor brought her sister to bangalore. she is the heroine of the story. She is just 18 years old. But has a very good body & structure. she is definitely a virgin. The most beautiful asset of her body is her ass. her ass is well shaped and tightly packed. I always had...
IncestWhen I opened my eyes again, I was back in that foggy, white place I had been right after my car accident. 'Oh goody! Here we go again, ' was my first thought. A second after I arrived, the light flared into existence. Again it was a few feet in front of me and hovering at chest level. My eyes seemed to adjust a little quicker this time. "We have called you here to tell you we are pleased with your performance thus far." "Thank you," I said. "Are you willing to answer some of my...
The first week passed in an organized chaos of digging, diving, and dirt displacement. By its end the cabin had been made generally livable. Doug had patched the leaks in the clay tile roof, ending the drips that accompanied the daily afternoon showers. All had cleaned the grime from its interior. The shutters were functional, thanks to new nylon rope hinges, and could be closed in case of another storm. The mosquito netting had been repaired and draped over the bed. Doug had used the nylon...
Alyson was lying at the edge of the water, holding her left foot and screaming. Her breakfast lay splashed on the sand beside her. Her deck shoes sat a few feet inland. While Doug examined Alyson's foot, Mary washed the vomit from the girl's lips, cheek, and chin. "Small puncture wound," he said. "Inflammation setting in. Something protruding. Honey! Alyson! Where did it happen?" He had to repeat the question. She managed get out that it happened a few feet seaward from where she lay....
The first week passed in an organized chaos of digging, diving, and dirt displacement. By its end the cabin had been made generally livable. Doug had patched the leaks in the clay tile roof, ending the drips that accompanied the daily afternoon showers. All had cleaned the grime from its interior. The shutters were functional, thanks to new nylon rope hinges, and could be closed in case of another storm. The mosquito netting had been repaired and draped over the bed. Doug had used the nylon...
Alyson was lying at the edge of the water, holding her left foot and screaming. Her breakfast lay splashed on the sand beside her. Her deck shoes sat a few feet inland. While Doug examined Alyson's foot, Mary washed the vomit from the girl's lips, cheek, and chin. "Small puncture wound," he said. "Inflammation setting in. Something protruding. Honey! Alyson! Where did it happen?" He had to repeat the question. She managed get out that it happened a few feet seaward from where she lay....
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Partially edited by Alexis Siefert Copyright © 2002, 2003 The "Knights" portion of this story was originally submitted as an entry to the Virago Blue Challenge as a flash story (under 1000 words). It contained no sex, but maintained continuity with the rest of the "Chocolate Morsels Universe." A follow-up was always intended. "Daze" is that follow-up. I wasn't happy with it. I decided to submit it to a jury of my peers, in the best forum for improvement in the alt.sex.stories...
Reports were coming in from the farmers on the borders that creatures from hell were attacking the outskirt towns. The king sends three knights to investigate the news. Knight Crawford, a tall lanky man with short hair and an untrustworthy face. He regarded himself a great knight but was nothing more than a rat. Knight Alice, a young blonde with A-cup breasts, this was her first mission. Then you, Knight Gwen, a raven haired beauty with DD breasts. When you told your family about being a knight...
FantasyYou just entered the knight's academy, and now you are told to grab the uniform you have to wear during your life here. The breastplate miraculously tightens itself to adjust to your small body. It seems it's designed to do so by magic. You can see your two small mounds jutting out from the plate. Does it have to be so form-fitting, you wonder? You try touching them and sure enough you can feel your touch going through straight to your breasts. For the bottom, you have a choice, either to wear...
Em met him in the bar, during a break in the awards dinner she was attending. They chatted briefly and had a cigarette, and said they’d probably see each other at the bar again when next there was a break in proceedings. Or perhaps, he said, they could have a nightcap later. His name was Jean and he was French. He was a big man with a nice laugh and twinkling eyes. Em hadn’t met him before and wouldn’t again. He was from the other side of the world and was in town only for the convention of...
Quickie SexThis story is regarding my mom named rittu aged 42 years and she has a very ripe luscious fig og 383438 and she always looked gorgeous in saree.I reallu used to admire my sexy mom but never had that feelings of sex with her.My father had a business in delhi but due to loss he shifted to Chandigarh and mom once in a week used to visit my dad .I am 21 years now studying in college in delhi and had very few friends and often used to chat on net.I had a special friend named amit who was from...
A second kick knocked out the window. The supervillain’s fist reached out. Her segmented bracers ran the rim of the pane to clear away the burrs and shards that had been left behind. She swung out of the warehouse before the glass had shattered on the concrete walkway below. She was a blur of cloud white, soulless black, and wine red. The glass shards crunched under her armored boots as she dropped the story and a half to the ground. “Wrong exit, criminal,” came a loud, authoritative...
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Three: Forgotten Love By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Knight Kevin – The Free City of Hargone Angela's face hardened at my pronouncement of her crimes and the declaration that her name was attainted and stricken from the rolls of the Knights Deute. The wind from the desert whipped at her fiery hair. We stood on the outskirts of Hargone, the Halani Desert's sands only a block away. Crowded tenement buildings made of yellow-white mud loomed around...
"Wow, these are just so, ouch, neat!" Christi snapped the shiny plastic clip onto her nipple. It changed colour quickly from dark blue to a bright green as it bit into the blue-eyed brunette's soft pink flesh. "Kathy, you've got to try these!" "What are they?" Kathy answered distractedly as she admired the big black strap-on in the full length mirror. "They're called Mood Clamps. They change colour depending on how turned on you are." She put her arms around Kathy waist and began...
Being a CPA, she'd been able to save a bunch by closing her expensive office in Phoenix's central business district. Now, at a fraction of the price, she only needed to rent a post box in the same uptown stylish and upscale address that at one time been her plush office. Her clients were happy to email their spread sheets to her, knowing her work was professional and accurate, as were her insights and opinions. She'd bought the business from an elderly man, inheriting his clientele. Those...
KEVIN Andrea’s spending the night with my sister. Most girls their age hardly have nipples, but Andrea’s are totally obvious when she’s adjusting her goofy nightcap, a Night-Before-Christmas type, except it’s not Christmas. Katie’s breasts, I know all about from wrestling around. When the three of us play Monopoly, the two complain I own too many hotels, so I make them loans to keep the game going. Banker Andrea in her nightgown has to lean forward to make change while Katie pretends to sort...