3 comments/ 55911 views/ 3 favorites Piper By: miss_trust Before my last promotion, about five years ago, we were still living in that rented house we'd moved into when she was pregnant with Piper. It was supposed to be temporary but ended up serving as home for a lot longer than anticipated. Now, the kids are gone and it's just us in this new house, too big for two but pretty perfect if you like to entertain as much as we. Besides, now that the kids visit, they seem to take up more of our space than when we were all under one roof. Maybe it's because the time they spend is temporary so we notice each encroachment more. I don't know, maybe not. This house may be too big for just Wendy and me but I kind of like going into rooms we never use – makes me feel almost like I'm trespassing. A sense of secrets, hiding, furtiveness, you know... then I realize I own it and I find myself pretty content with how life's turned out. But back to the old house since that's where this story lives. Though I'm glad we own and no longer rent, you can't help but put down roots in a place where your children spend their first days out of the hospital. Where you remember your wife walking around with that huge swollen belly full of a living, growing representation of your love for each other. Where your kids learned to walk, talk, fall, read... Where you fought, made love, watched movies, waited up for kids out on first dates. Where you become more than a couple: a family. I have good memories of our time there... very good memories. We only had the one bathroom between the four of us. If that wasn't bad enough, my daughter and wife love to be beautiful – you can imagine the schedules that revolved around bathroom time. I was never entirely happy when my showers ran cold or I was hurried out by the banging on the door but, looking back, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I remember walking down the hall from our bedroom one evening and seeing the bathroom door closed with a strip of light beneath. None too happy, with a very full bladder, I waited a few feet away. Two minutes turned into five, five into seven and I was getting annoyed. We were typically pretty courteous as a family, especially about the bathroom. While the women always wanted to primp in the mornings, they weren't ever really rude about it, just insistent. And primping in the evenings wasn't the norm unless Wendy and I were going out or Piper had a date and I knew neither of those was the case this particular eve. Almost twitching around ten minutes in, I moved closer to the door, intending to make my presence known in case the culprit was just unaware – a cleared throat, a light cough... something like that. Closeness brought sounds though, and I realized it was Wendy. The noises were soft and had nothing to do with going to the bathroom. Amused into (almost) forgetting my reason for waiting, I planted my feet, leaned into the wall and listened with a shit-eating grin on my face. I knew my wife masturbated, hell, sometimes she'd let me watch and most of the time I'd take part. The bathroom, though, was usually where I went to rub one off. In fact, I couldn't recall the last time she'd done this anywhere but our bed. Arms crossed, I looked down the hall to see if the kids' doors were closed, just in case. All was quiet on the western front. Thinking about it made me realize that, if Wendy'd wanted me to participate, she'd be in bed and, while it hurt my ego to think she'd rather be alone, I was kind of turned on at the thought that she might have a fantasy she wanted to keep quiet. So I didn't disturb her time alone but I'd be damned if I wasn't going to at least listen. Wendy's voice has always been an intangible but undeniably erotic part of our intimacy. If it weren't for everyday life and needing to earn a buck, socialize, behave like a normal human and raise a family, I could be all too happy just closing my eyes and listening to her talk. Ok, I'll be honest, the talking voice has always been fantastic and such a turn on – primarily because she has no clue – but it's not just talking. When she's aroused her voice is infinitely more erotic. She plays the scales and hums and sighs and squeals and squeaks and moans and speaks in French. Essentially, she lets go. She just lets herself feel and every sensation seems to be embodied by that voice of hers. It never fails to turn me on and keep me running. So, I knew listening would put me in a mood and that was part of why I stood there. Enjoyment had my eyes closed, trusting that I'd hear the kids' doors open before they'd have a view of my face looking a bit too euphoric for someone just waiting to pee. Standing against the wall, images swirled behind my eyes and I was most definitely hard. Wendy had always been a little shy when it came to her body but she knew I loved everything about it so she was never restrained with me. Pictures of her flew through my head and were all variations of this: on her back, feet planted apart on the bed with knees together; one hand between her thighs, dipping gently to moisten her clit and play; the other arm thrown up above her head, fingers sporadically twisting a lock of her long hair; eyes closed, slight smile, head to the side, neck straining just a little; her chest rising rapidly, nipples firm, areola puckered in an aroused state; hips moving gently, rhythmically; shoulders pressing into the bed; and, of course, the voice. My hand had travelled under the waist of my pants and underwear and I was slowly stroking as I listened, pictured and smiled. Waiting in the hall had never been so fun. I did, though, have an intense need to kiss that little concave space where her collarbone and throat met, to take each ankle in a hand and gently move them to better frame parts of her I loved to see... and I really had to pee. The noises in the bathroom hadn't subsided, if anything, they'd gotten a smidge more intense. Lips licked, jaw tensed against wonderful thoughts of my wife, an attempt was made by a few cells in my brain and body to relax, soften what had become hard and think about Wendy's grandmother, Fern, and her atrocious hat collection. Wasn't really working... nothing ever really worked when it came to Wendy's voice... but I had to try. As my bladder threatened to burst, I decided I had to be rude and she'd just have to forgive me. Anxiety. Knuckles rapping gently but insistently on the surface of this little blockade. "I really have to go, honey, can you hurry it up?" Nothing, utter silence. Damnit, I hadn't thought she'd be embarrassed, I mean how long had we been married, anyway? She'd really just have to forgive me on this one, I had to go! "Sweetie, I'm so sorry but I really have to go. I've been waiting out here for almost twenty minutes..." Sure she'd come out laughing, embarrassed a bit but ready to make fun of me for whining and not knocking sooner, I stood with my palm spread on the surface of the door and waited to feel it moving as she opened it with a blush and let me in. Nothing like that happened. In fact, nothing happened at all. "Ok, come on, it's not like I haven't heard you doing that before," trying to joke. I lowered my voice to let her know I was very aroused and coaxed, "you know all you need to do is get on the bed and wait for me... I'd be more than happy to finish this." Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Now, I was getting annoyed. She couldn't be this embarrassed, come on. I waited... Bladder still full. "Hun, really, just open up. If you don't want me to help that's fine but I really have to go!" Stress on the last four words should have done the trick. The door didn't open, she didn't make a peep. "Wendy." Nothing. Resting my forehead on the door I started trying to figure out if she'd been mad at me earlier or if I might've done something wrong. My head was pretty empty but my bladder was still very full. Silence in the bathroom. That would be a good title for a book on couple's therapy anecdotes or something... Have the husband recount the history of how his wife abused him by locking herself in the bathroom and giving him the silent treatment... Have him tell of the trauma of having to hold in his liquids. I'd read that, "been there! Done that!" I'd say during that chapter. Oh, the trauma. Brain working furiously to figure out why bladder remained so full, I didn't hear footsteps padding down the hall in my direction until a hand was on my low back. "Hun?" Wendy? Oh... Wait... What? "Oooooh," she breathes, with a knowing smile. Her own knuckles lightly hitting the bathroom door three times. "Ok, come on out. Dad has to go," Wendy smiles up at me, obviously believing she's rescued me from the ignominy of an eternally full bladder. She leans over and kisses my upper arm through the fabric of my t-shirt, gives my waist a little squeeze with her left arm, smiles up at me and says, "I'm sure you'll get in soon," before turning and going into our bedroom. I'm now sweating profusely and my feet are in blocks of concrete so I probably couldn't move if my life depended on it. The noise of toilet paper being pulled off the roll. Suddenly my feet have a mind of their own and are carrying me into the living room, thank goodness they think like me. Very happy there's no mirror around because I sure as hell don't want to have a shade of red named after me when I discover it's vibrant hue on my face. Glazed eyes on the TV, oops, forgot to turn it on. Reaching for the remote, I hear the bathroom doorknob turn. Wow, never really heard that before, heightened senses maybe? All I wanted in that moment was to be able to pull off being interested in the TV. Couldn't have done that since it still wasn't on but moreso because my head whipped around without asking permission and I found myself staring at my daughter, Piper, emerging from the bathroom. Cheeks flushed and eyes down, she was doing a very good impression of someone who doesn't want to be noticed. I watched the tip of her tongue snake out and dance across her pink lips right before she took a deep breath and stood up straight. I guess she thought I must've gone back to my bedroom because her eyes flitted in my direction and she seemed even more shocked than I that I was sitting, staring at her. Freshly licked lips are a beautiful thing. Why did I have to notice them? A girl caught doing something natural but possibly naughty is a beautiful sight. She's likely to turn shades of pink you always wished you'd known about in high school. She's likely to breathe a bit more shallow and quick than normal, something like a scared animal. She's likely to be just about the most innocent and guilty creature you've seen in your life. Put it all together and you have something approximating perfection in female form. My daughter should not be looking like this. Sure as hell, I shouldn't be the one looking when she looks like this. Damnit. I was still staring at her and realized my jaw was clenched so tight that I gritted my teeth and my scalp was tensing too. She was still frozen except her mouth. Her lower lip was quivering just a little, made you want to suck it. Damnit. Blinking hard, I concentrated on relaxing my jaw since looking away was out of the question. If she moved, I had to see. Damnit. I noticed that she wasn't the only one breathing rapidly. My chest was nearly heaving and I was hot as hell. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't... too late. The bulge in my pants was just a little too much not to think about. Damnit. Nipples. Damnit. Women were made to titillate. They were made for arousal – not really, I love and respect them but in this moment, that's what my mind is thinking. Take nipples, for example. Even when they aren't aroused, you want to touch, suck, lick, flick, pinch, I mean verb after verb comes to mind. Seeing a nipple straining against fabric is like having a hand down your pants; what man doesn't enjoy it? She has nipples! She's a she, of course she does. Wait, I have nipples, we all have nipples. Whew, I'm not a dirty old man. Wait, I'm salivating... I am a dirty old man. Damnit. Her feet were slightly apart and all I could think about was the noise I'd been hearing when the door was closed and how wet she must be. Maybe she made the noises because she was humming a song? What the fuck... that wasn't any song... well, maybe the one that gets me hard every time. Damnit. We're still staring at each other. I guess we both heard the other and there's really no way of pretending ignorance on this one. My baby girl masturbates? Oh my god, I want to masturbate my baby girl. How fucked up is that? Maybe I don't? Maybe I had heard Wendy in another room and I just thought it was noise in the bathroom... Nope, nice try though... Damnit. I swallowed hard and tried to blink normally. Necessity is the mother of invention, they say. Well, I wasn't about to invent anything tonight – any invention would have been geared toward getting my daughter to orgasm with me alongside and that was just unforgivable... if also unforgettable. All I could do was return to an old standby and try to picture Wendy's grandmother, Fern, and her god-awful hat collection. It wasn't working, just like it hadn't worked when I thought Wendy was the one in the bathroom. Mental note: get a better turn-off picture, this one's not cutting it. Damnit. Why didn't she move? Is she as mortified as I? Is she as turned on as I? I know she was as turned on as I but what about now? What would she do if... Damnit. Take control of the situation, you idiot. You have to do something. This poor girl's going to need therapy if you just keep staring and slavering like a hungry dog. Damnit. There are times in a man's life when he realizes he's got some deep well of willpower. This was not one of them. I was realizing how weak and easily unhinged a man I really was. I remember being immensely turned on by it while simultaneously shamed by the whole thing. I have no idea how it happened because there's a minute of blank in my memory banks but, from couch cushions to standing in front of Piper wasn't as great a distance as I'd feared. I tried to keep a fatherly and gentle smile on my face as I leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. I didn't hug her in part because I was so hard and didn't want to freak her out but also because I was very afraid I'd get even more turned on and forget she was my daughter. I was already close enough to that point and had no inclination to push. Well, that was a lie, a big fat lie but that wasn't a night for being honest with myself. It was a night for lying like a rug and I was doing my damndest to exceed expectations for even the best rug ever made. Lie, lie lie and then lie some more. Then she sighed, stepped close and hugged me. Shit. My arms wrapped around her and I kissed the top of her head again, breathing in. "Thanks, dad," she said quietly. "I had no idea you were out here. I'm sorry," this almost more a question as her voice lilted up at the end. That voice. She also sounded like she was about to cry so I just held her tighter. I knew if I said something my voice would crack like some kid going through puberty so I just shot for stoic and understanding silence, hoping I'd hit at least close to that mark. Piper took a deep breath and I loosened my arms, expecting her to back up but she just leaned into me further and whispered, "love you, dad." Her head was on my chest so I was worried she'd hear my heart pummeling the inside of my ribcage like a boxer mid-combo. The pulse on my throat was surging and my fingertips were damn near vibrating like an electrical current ran through them. "It's ok, hun," was the entirety of my arsenal. Pretty pathetic but all I could muster as I realized my hard-on was very firmly pressed against her abdomen. We just stood there for ages (probably no more than five minutes but it was all the time in the world for me) and she didn't let go of me. My arms held her more tightly while my mind repeatedly admonished me to let her go and get into the bathroom where the door could be a perfect barrier between myself and the real world for the next ten minutes or so. I didn't move and my heart didn't slow but my brain finally started winning it's internal war, victors on the side of reality and normality, not to mention socially acceptable. As I stood there, holding my daughter, drowning thoughts of her moaning and sighing as I touched, licked, nibbled, and kissed, I noticed my lips were still on Piper's hair. Realization led to notice of aches in my neck as well. Slowly, I lifted my head and turned it from side to side to stretch muscles tense and taut. "That was nice," I heard my daughter murmur into my chest and my eyes went from half-closed to wide open. Did I hear her right? What does that mean? She liked me kissing her hair? She enjoyed herself in the bathroom? What? Damnit. "Hmm?" Again, I had no weapon against this. I had never experienced anything like this and had never thought about my daughter except as a sexless person who was innocent and wouldn't ever come close to masturbating, much less sound way too much like her mother and boil my blood. So, that was all I could muster. There was another stretch of silence with only heartbeats and breath and then she took my breath away again by quietly saying, "I don't know... I was just listening to your heart and it felt so nice to be kissed like that... I don't know..." She said it so quietly I had to hold my breath to hear and trailed off at the end so I wasn't sure if she said anything more. I was quiet a minute and finally remembered to breathe as my pulse thundered in my ears and my daughter kept hugging me close. "Honey?" I said. She looked up at me and all I could see was this translucent image of my beautiful, innocent daughter and this lovely person becoming a woman in her own rite. It made so little and so much sense in the same instant that it couldn't have been more real. I just stared. Piper blushed and smiled coyly as she watched me watching her. "Dad, you're handsome you know..." she ventured. Ok, that snapped me out of it. I don't know, maybe someone else would've been turned on by the compliment but all I heard was my daughter being insecure and cute. I chuckled and hugged her close, smiling at the two of us being stupid in the hallway. I may not have softened but I wasn't unable to disengage anymore either. Kissing the top of her head one more time, I let go and stepped back. "Thanks, Pipe. Means a lot to this old fogy," I laughed again as I looked at her. She looked disappointed and petulant and I just couldn't help being amused. "I mean it, though... you are." I couldn't remember the last time Wendy told me she thought I was handsome but I knew she did. I wasn't even old, mid-forties doesn't exactly qualify as geriatric. Somehow, hearing this young woman tell me she thought I was handsome with surprise in her voice just made me chuckle. Thank goodness it wasn't arousing like the rest of her. Those eyes looking up at me with trust and something more heated. The nipples tipping those shapely breasts, making themselves known to the world by pressing incessantly against the fabric of that tight t-shirt. Those sweet hips looking so touchable. The flush on exposed skin. Those beautiful little feet with shimmeringly pink toenails. The backside just begging to be massaged. Everything so utterly feminine and desirable. Damnit. I backed away from her a little and tried to keep the smile in my eyes as my mind began wandering back to the beckoning siren: pictures very much unwelcome and fantastic. She wasn't giving up, though. She stepped forward, making cloth-to-cloth contact again. Why are nipples the first thing to reach out and touch somebody? Why was she still looking up at me like that? She looked like the most kissable person I'd ever seen but... Damnit. Piper It had started a while before, a general conversation on MSN while I was watching television turning into something else. We were work colleagues, and would walk to the café together at lunch time. She told me she was having a bath, sipping some red wine while surfing the web, and thoughts raced through my mind of her naked, running her soapy hands over her curves. "Need a hand to wash your back?" I asked, with some wishful thinking mixed in. "I could always use a hand," she responded, "And not just with my back, if you're offering." All thoughts of watching the television gone as thoughts raced through my head. "What else could you use a hand with?" I asked, getting excited, but wanting to be sure she meant what I thought she did so I didn't look like a fool. "Well you could help wash other parts of me, or you could 'lend a hand' in other ways," she responded. Yep she meant what I thought! Needless to say my pants were opened and I released my cock as it grew with the excitement. "If only I could make it to your place before the water went cold," I responded. Hopefully this didn't kill the conversation! "Hmmm that would be nice," she responded. "I always thought you wouldn't be up for anything, I just thought you were a nice guy that liked to have lunch with me?" Obviously she never noticed me staring at her blouse when it gaped hoping to see a glimpse of her magnificent boobs encased in the lace or sheer bras she always wore. It could have been something to do with my dark sunglasses. I guess she would have had a problem seeing me checking out her butt if she was walking to the café in front of me, or when she walked out of my office, the matching thong sometimes showing above the hem of her suit pants. There had been a few times I was glad I was the one seated behind a desk. I thought I would take some risks, as it seemed it would be worth it. "Just because I am a shy guy that likes talking to you over lunch doesn't mean I don't admire your body when I get the chance." There, I had said it. "So you're saying when I lean over the table at lunch you actually are looking at my chest? I never got a reaction so I thought you weren't interested." "No I've always been quite interested, but didn't want to overstep the mark," I replied. "Well now that I know that, I wish you were here, so you could undress and let me see your body before you washed me. Then I could return the favour and make sure every spot of your body was clean". "Hmmm that does sound nice, but what would happen once we were clean?" I had a general idea, but wanted her to say it. It sounds sexier, and she couldn't slap me for suggesting anything. "Oh if you washed me well enough to my liking I'd probably suck your cock into my mouth until you blew over my chest that you are so fond of!" she said, quick as a flash. Well with that I promptly came all over my chest. It had been a while. I told her what had happened and she simply responded "Nice". After a little awkward lack of typing, she said she was going to get out of the bath. "I'm starting to go all wrinkly, but I will imagine that you are towelling me off before leading me to the bed and ravishing me. I'll be thinking of you as I get off. See you at work xx," was the final response she wrote before logging off. 'Shit, this might be awkward tomorrow,' I thought. Although it was quite obvious her intentions over MSN, me being shy I wasn't totally sure what her intentions might be face to face. I walked into the office the next morning and Piper wasn't at her desk. 'Good,' I thought, if only it was delaying the inevitable. I got stuck into my work and answering a few emails. Time went pretty quickly until I got an email late that morning from Piper, saying she was busy with something and couldn't join me for lunch. 'Oh great,' I thought. 'Now she is avoiding me'. I was starting to get worried we had overstepped the mark. I went to the café by myself to grab lunch, and went back to the office and ate at my desk. After a few more hours I had to go into our warehouse. We shipped product all over the country, but was usually only in large batches once a day, so the warehouse was generally empty. Myself and one other guy were the only ones with access. I heard a knock on the door shortly after I went through and opened it, there staring at me was Piper. "Hi," she simply said. "Hey," I replied. This was awkward. "Sorry I didn't come to lunch, too many last minute requests to be actioned that I couldn't avoid." "I thought you were avoiding me," I responded. "Ah no, not exactly, I was actually desperately wondering if you meant what you were saying last night?" her voice was slightly raised, and a bit quicker than normal. 'Wow,' I thought, this isn't as bad as I thought. Not being the best talker when put on the spot, I decided to keep my mouth shut, sort of, and lent in kissed her strongly on the lips. She opened her mouth in response and slid her tongue straight past my front teeth and starting playing with my tongue. She quickly pulled back after a few seconds however. "What if someone comes in here?" she asked. Being seen together wouldn't go too well within the gossip hungry office. I simply shrugged in reply. "I better go. We'll have lunch tomorrow definitely". She smiled one of her sexy smiles as she turned and walked out of the warehouse. The rest of the day flew by, but I wasn't really concentrating, responding to a few emails but not much more. My mind was elsewhere. I raced home and had some dinner before sitting on the couch and opening the laptop up, but Piper didn't log in that night at all. I sat there blankly staring at the TV for most of the night, reliving the last 24 hours. I had French kissed the sexiest woman in the office! I later went to bed but couldn't sleep. The next day I again went to work and arrived before Piper, and sat at my desk, looking through my overnight email. About 10 minutes later there was a knock, and I looked up to see Piper leaning around the corner of the door frame, allowing me to see some of her right breast through the neckline of her blouse, but unfortunately not enough. "Lunch at 12.30!" It was a comment, not a question. "Sure," I replied. "See you then". The rest of the morning was again a blur until it approached lunch time, and then of course it started to drag on. At about 12.15 there was another knock at the door and I looked up, Piper again leaning around the door, "Let's go, I'm starving, and I can't concentrate on work." "You can't concentrate because you're hungry?" I asked to clarify. "No a different reason," she replied with a sexy smile. 'Good' I thought, as I got up and we walked up towards the café. As we got out into the sunshine she asked, "I hope you didn't sit on MSN too long waiting for me last night?" "I did actually. I hoped you would come on so we could continue chatting," I replied. "Yeah sorry, got tied up with work stuff last night, and by the time I finished I was exhausted and curled up in bed." By now we had reached the counter and ordered. We sat at a table in a corner outside, her directly across from me, with her back to the serving area. Our lunch soon arrived and no sooner had the waitress put our orders down and turned away Piper unbuttoned the buttons on her blouse but left it tucked in. "Just thought I'd get some sun!" she said. I stared open mouthed as she pulled her blouse apart, revealing her magnificent tits concealed unfortunately within a cup bra, no lace, I couldn't see anything. She laughed at my surprise, and misfortune. "Well I can't give away all my secrets!" she said. As we sat there eating our lunch, surprisingly making small talk, I wasn't complaining too much, it's not everyday you are basically invited to look at a hot woman's chest while eating your sandwich. I looked at the other diners and no one seemed to notice the display, with Piper sitting the way she was, all they would see was her back and my open mouth. My mind started to wander about getting her somewhere less public, so I told her that tomorrow we could buy lunch but go elsewhere. "Oh really?" she replied, "Where to?" "You'll find out when we get there tomorrow," I told her. Soon we left, after Piper concealed her bra from my prying eyes, and went back to work. Back in the office with the usual mess and the day slipped away once again. Later on Piper knocked on my door again and announced she was leaving, and I still had work to do and wasn't leaving anytime soon. Once I had finished up and gotten home I connected onto MSN, but Piper wasn't there. I had some dinner and went to bed. The next day came, and another long morning dragging with my anticipation of lunch. Once again, much to my dismay, I didn't get a chance to talk to, or see, Piper until lunch came. She knocked on my door though at 12.30. "We going?" she asked smiling. I looked up to see her standing there, looking gorgeous in her office outfit as usual, skirt and blouse, with modest heals today. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to the carpark. After buying our lunch at a sandwich shop down the road, we headed off to the location I had in mind. Piper asked me about 10 times where we were going before I turned into the park. It was fairly big, with a winding road through it, a restaurant and some bird watching paths through bushland. I parked a little way along from the restaurant, where there was a small drop from the side of the road down to a creek, with a grassed area. I grabbed a picnic blanket from the car and laid it out for us to sit back on. She kicked off her shoes and sat back on the blanket. We ate lunch, general small talk going back and forth, and it seemed there was a bit of tension, neither of us wanting to make a move. Once I had finished my sandwiches and drink, I decided enough was enough, and lent over and cupped the back of her head and drew her mouth to mine. She seemed to come out if her shell straight away, and almost attacked my tongue with hers. We kissed passionately for a few moments, I started to run my hands over her back, and she rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me, her tongue still attacking mine. My hands cupped her butt cheeks, feeling her cheeks mould into my hands without restriction. My blood started to race to my cock, as she ground her pelvis into me. "Are you bare under that skirt?" I enquired. "No comment, I can't give away all my secrets." That comment was getting repetitive! I started to bunch her skirt up. It was at that moment we heard a bicycle bell ring and looked over to see a couple of ladies on bikes riding on the path at the bottom of the hill. They were looking up and smiling, obviously enjoying what they thought had embarrassed us. It actually turned me on knowing others could have caught us if I had gone as far as I was wanting to. Judging by Piper moving back in and moaning into my mouth as she kissed me she had similar thoughts. 'This is moving quick,' I thought to myself. If it wasn't for the ladies on the bikes we may have been caught in a far more compromising situation later. Over the next few weeks, seeing more and more of each other, having lunch together in the park, having some quiet drinks together at functions, the tension was constantly building. Rubbing each other at the park turned into masturbating Piper openly under her skirt or through unbuttoned pants, with her hand through the fly in my pants, visible to anyone who took more than a casual glance at us. On more than one occasion I returned to work with the taste of her on my fingers. I decide to ask my standard question of a new lover one day. "So what's your favourite fantasy?" "I want to have a cock inside me as another girl sucks my clit!" She responded with a little hesitation. I desperately wanted to help her fulfil it in the future. We discussed what turned each other on, possibilities of sexual adventure and each other's past and current sexual exploits. She told me of her male neighbour stripping for her after a few drinks and Piper sucking him into her mouth as he stood before her. This gave me even more desire to take this further, thinking that friend could be me. We talked of how she got professionally waxed every month, and how the beautician's hands lingered and touched areas at times that may not have been necessary. All this talk could have been total fabrication, but I didn't care as it would turn me on immensely. Obviously we didn't want this to end, and as the desire and frustration started to increase, we decided to take a hotel room for a night that Friday, a room with a spa to enjoy it as much as possible. When the time came to leave work the anticipation began to build in my stomach. I arrived on time and waited in the car park, the room booked in her name. I waited patiently, after 30 minutes I was concerned she had second thoughts, the tension building. She rang and said she had been held up at work but was on her way. My worry eased and anticipation grew even more. She arrived in the car park and I walked over to greet her, we embraced and our tongues quickly found each others, as my hands found the curve of her butt. "Hi Lover!" she greeted me. "Hi yourself," I replied. Corny I know. I briefly thought of taking her on the bonnet there and then but the thought of a soft bed inside beckoned. We parted and made our way inside, checking in and making a walk down a long hall to our room, sexual tension building even more. We dropped our bags on the luggage shelf, and she pushed me back onto the bed, climbing onto my lap and grinding down. With one hand I grabbed her head and brought her mouth down to mine, while my other hand went up the back of her shirt, rubbing her spine. "Mmmm that's nice. I brought my oils so I will repay this favour later." She had trained as a massage therapist in another work life. I looked forward to that! Piper started to unbutton my shirt and reached inside, rubbing my chest. The feel of her hands running through my chest hair felt great, using a small amount of force, ending up like a soft massage. She sat up and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a sexy black lace bra beneath. She shrugged the blouse of her shoulders and discarded it. I could see the faint colour of her nipples through the lace. I was finally going to see this sex kitten without her clothes, not to mention do things with her I had wanted to do for a long time. I sat up started to kiss her neck and shoulders, while she slid my shirt back off my shoulders and threw it away from the bed. Our mouths again met, our lips mashing together before our tongues did the same. She pushed me back down on the bed and ground down onto my crotch, feeling my cock rubbing her through our clothes was almost painful I was that hard. She moved herself down a bit, giving herself enough room to unbuckle my belt and open my fly. We both needed a shower before things went too far so I rolled her off, and helped her up. She slid my pants down my legs as I stepped out of them, before grabbing the waistband of my boxers and doing the same, having to pull the waistband out to clear the head of my erect cock. She took an unobstructed look at my cock for the first time, pointing straight up past her face, realising I was shaved smooth. I had told her about this during our conversations, but she was still impressed. "Nice!" was all she said as she ran her hand gently down my length, and then cupped my bare balls, not taking her eyes off my crotch. She stood up and undid her skirt, letting it slowly drop to the floor. I took a step back to take in the site before me. "Turn around," I asked, lust thick in my voice. Her sexy G-String was embedded in the crack of her butt. It was almost going to be a shame she had to take it off for us to go further. I pulled her to me and reached around to unhook her bra as we kissed again. I moved back slightly to allow her to let it slip from her arms, before pulling her back and feeling her gorgeous breasts mash against my chest. My hands wandered down to run over the curve of her butt, cupping and lifting her off her feet ever so slightly. I let her down and hooked my fingers into her G-String, sliding it down over her butt. She stepped out of it and, taking my hand turned around and walked me to the bathroom without letting me get a glimpse of her mound. "I can't reveal all my secrets!" she said over her shoulder to me with that sexy smirk. She ran the shower as I stood behind her kissing the tops of her shoulders and the back of her neck, cupping her breasts from behind. Once the water was up to temperature, we both stepped in and embraced under the hot water. With the passion building, she grabbed the soap and started to run it over my back and butt cheeks as we kissed, before squatting down to run it down my legs. I looked down to watch the water cascading off her breasts and down to her pussy. There was a small tuft above her pussy, but I still couldn't see any further. "Didn't this all started with thoughts of you washing me?" she asked with that gorgeous smile. She ran the soap back up again towards my crotch, soaping under my balls and towards my butt, her finger running over with the slightest pressure as she gave me a mischievous look and a smile. She then brought the soap forward and ran it over the length of my cock, top and bottom, before wrapping her hand around me and stroking me gently a few times. She let the water rinse the suds off then took the tip of my cock into her mouth and gently sucked, then a little more until the head was inside her mouth. She released my cock from her lips, but not her hand at the base. "I love a guy who shaves. I don't get any hairs where I shouldn't." "Well I love a smooth pussy, so I thought I should return the favour," I responded. "Well I hope you love mine!" she enquired in a sultry tone as she stood, stepping back under the spray of water, and for the first time I saw her totally naked and on display. My eyes took in her form, curves in all the right places, and as my eyes dropped to her pussy I was rewarded with the site of her shaved smooth underneath, and the confirmation of only a small narrow tuft above, neatly trimmed and short. I was looking forward to running my tongue along there. I looked up at her full breasts, and she surprised me with her comment, "You're not turned off are you?" I almost did a double take, "Sorry?" "With my nipples, they're inverted." "They look fine to me," I smiled, and backed this up by leaning down and sucking here right nipple into my mouth, then repeated this on the left. Before I got too far into it she withdrew and raised herself up to wash my chest. She rinsed the rest of the suds off before handing me the soap, and I started on her. "Now you can help out with that promise," she said. She turned herself around and lent her front against the wall, pushing her arse towards me, her arms above her head and hands on the wall. I ran the soap over back and butt, massaging it on the way through and opening her cheeks to see her brown ring and beyond that the hairless lips of her pussy. I did her legs, and lifted a foot to rub the soap into and give a gentle massage before doing the same to the other foot. I slid back up to have my cock nestle nicely between her butt cheeks and nibble on the back of her neck. "Mmmm!" she groaned her approval before turning around and kissing me forcibly. "I'm liking being naked with you," she said. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, her hands over the top and making me rub them as our tongues danced. I broke the kiss and concentrated on washing her, rinsing her breasts and running the soap down the front of her crotch and under, across her pussy lips. I put the soap on the holder and kneeled down to take a breast into my mouth, suckling it gently as she held the back of my head. Piper "Mmmm," she moaned softly. I dropped down and made sure the suds were washed from her pussy and gazed at it glistening in the water. I reached under and separated her lips, seeing her clit. I pushed forward and ran my tongue along the length of her pussy from back to front, before raising back up to take her back into my arms. Having completed the washing requirements I grabbed some shampoo and ran it through her hair, massaging as I went. After washing the shampoo out she shut off the water and grabbed a towel to dry me off, taking a bit longer than necessary on my cock. I did the same for her returning the favour of delaying on her breasts and the front of her pussy. With a full day's growth of stubble on my face, I needed a shave, so she threw the towel onto her hair and wound it up, before putting the hotel robe on and left me with the bathroom. I shaved as quickly as I could without cutting myself, wanting a smooth face so it wouldn't be rough on her. It was probably the quickest shave I have ever had! I washed off my face and cleaned off and walked out into the main room to find her lying on her stomach on the bed, with the bottom of her robe not far below her butt cheeks, allowing me a glimpse of her pussy. I didn't waste any time and sat on the bed next to her, raised the bottom of her robe and dived my mouth onto her pussy and arse, running my tongue from front to back and inside her. "Ooooh!" she groaned in enjoyment. I couldn't get enough of this pussy I had been waiting to devour for months. She moaned appreciatively as I lapped at her, spreading her lips and nibbling on her clit. I was in heaven. She raised one leg up to allow me better access. I reached up and rubbed her clit while my tongue entered her. She pushed me away and kneeled on the bed, shrugging off her robe and taking the towel off her head. She sat astride my head, and asked sweetly, "Would you mind if I sat here?" Obviously hearing no complaint from me, she then lowered her pussy onto my face, allowing me to attack her with my tongue even more. I then felt her mouth on my cock, taking it in at least half way before bobbing up and down taking more until I felt her nose at the base of my cock. It was the deepest my cock had been in someone's mouth, and I felt like exploding from the build up of sexual tension then and there, but I did my best to stop from cuming. We continued like this for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only 10 minutes or so, before she raised herself off me and lay back against the pillows, opening her legs wide and running her finger through her pussy. She knew I loved seeing that and seemed to take pleasure in teasing me. "Do you want some of this?" she asked, as she slid a finger inside herself. I crawled over her, after taking another swipe at her pussy with my tongue I kissed my way from there to her mouth. When I got to her mouth she sucked on my tongue like she had my cock earlier. "I love to taste myself on a guys tongue." I hoped she liked the taste on my cock as well. I felt one hand on my cock and as she guided me into her pussy I felt the fingers of her other hand either side of me as she spread her lips wide. I slowly pushed all the way into her until I felt her smooth pussy lips at the base of my shaven cock, the feeling was exquisite. I slowly ground into her, as she raised her pussy up to meet me every time. She spread her legs around me and used them to push me in, while reaching around and grabbing my butt, her whole body ensuring I filled as much as I could. We had been building up to this moment for so long, and combined with the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock and the rest of her body wrapped around mine, I couldn't hold off much longer and she sensed it. "Cum for me lover, we've got all night!" she softly demanded, and with that I plunged deep into her as I came hard. It was intense and I started to tremble as she squeezed her pussy lips to milk my cock. I continued to pump my cock as she milked me, our tongues meeting again as we kissed. We rested awhile as I grew soft inside her, and my sperm leaked out around my cock. I pulled out and she immediately dropped her hand to rub her clit as she let out a low moan, savouring the feeling and atmosphere, before bringing her fingers covered in both of our juices to her mouth for a taste and sucked them clean. "Yum!" was all she said. I lay down on my side next to her, running my hands over her stomach and boobs, as she continued to gently rub her pussy and bring her fingers to her mouth every now and then to taste us, before leaning over and sliding her tongue back into my mouth to give me a taste of what she was enjoying. Piper rolled over and dragged the room service menu from the night stand and went through it, all while gently running her other hand over her breasts and down to her pussy, her body seemingly tingling along to her touch. We decided on a meal and placed the order, then went off into the shower for a quick cleanse. She again finished before I did and went out into the main room now with my robe on. I heard a knock on the door as room service arrived, and quickly saw out the corner of my eye the attendant walk past, the way the door was not being able to see in, and me. I realised though that on the way back the attendant would be able to see in but before I could shut it she walked past, glancing in and seeing my naked glory, a little smirk on her face. I walked out after she left to see Piper on the bed with her legs crossed and the robe most of the way up her legs. The attendant must have seen her glistening bald pussy in all its glory as i could now, just as she had seen me. I couldn't tell if Piper had done it on purpose, and whether she was hoping it was a male, or in fact a female. We ate and watched a movie, and sipped on the wine we had ordered with our meal. I think this was the first time I had eaten a meal naked, and was trying my best not to drip hot jus from my meal over my stomach and cock. We finished the meal, and she dipped her fingers into her wine and then ran them over my nipples, before sucking it off. She took a last mouthful, before tipping the dregs over my cock and then promptly dropping her head to lick it off. I'd heard of toothpaste and ice blocks, but this still felt great. She continued to suck strongly bringing me to life. I was hard again in no time, and she withdrew and removed plates and glasses from the bed, before coming back and sitting astride my cock, impaling herself in one motion to the bottom. Piper raised and lowered herself slowly, and knowing she was yet to cum I allowed her to run at her own pace and need. She leant forward and held herself up with one arm, the other snaking down and gently pawing at her clit, her still wet hair dishevelled over her face, her eyes alternating between wide open, half closed in a state of joy, and tightly shut in ecstasy, while letting out deep sighs and quiet moans. I ran my hands over her hips and the outside of her thighs, and over her lower back as slowly fucked me. I raised my waist of the bed, lifting her with me and gently impaling her to the hilt. She cried out in joy and stopped all of a sudden to savour the feeling. I reached up and grouped one breast gently, and raised up to suck the other as she whimpered. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. Like a flash she was off of me and lying on her chest, her gorgeous arse in the air. "Fuck me hard!" was her only reply. Without hesitation I was behind her and she gripped me and guided me into her hot wetness. Once inside her hand never left her pussy, running it all over, feeling me and rubbing her clit. I reached down with my finger and gently massaged her butt. She was even starting to push back against me as I slid in and out. She increased the tempo of her hand on her clit and all of a sudden her pussy clamped down on my cock and she came hard. Her body shuddered and she reached through and grasped my balls and caressed them, alternating between rough and gentle as her orgasm ebbed and flowed. Her moans alternating between short and forceful, and long and smooth. Once Piper recovered, I was still sliding in and out slowly and gently, she pushed two fingers inside herself slowly, her knuckles pushing the underside of my cock, before pulling them out covered in her wetness. She placed a finger either side of my cock and squeezed, and I knew it wouldn't take me long to have the feeling of cum erupting from my balls. She must have sensed this and quickly bent forward to disengage us, before spinning around and grabbing my cock. "Cum on me!" she pleaded as she jerked me off and aiming my cock at her chest as I came all over her breasts. My eyes almost popped out as she rubbed it in a little to her breasts with one hand while still milking me with the other. I knew she was highly sexual, but this was more than I expected. Once she was sure she had gotten the last drop out she leant forward and took me into her mouth, cleaning my cock. "Hmmm," she purred, "I like the taste of us". I had my wish. She leant back and used both hands on her chest, rubbing my come into both boobs. "Come on!" she requested after a while as she got up and dragged me into the bathroom again, but this time ran the water in the bath. I watch as she sat in the middle with the hose extended, washing my cum off her chest. It was incredibly sexy. "You want to join me?" she purred at me, before putting the plug in the drain to fill the bath, and added some bubble mixture. I jumped in as the water rose over us, and ran my sudd covered hands over Piper's body, as she did with me. I lay back against the end of the bath and she laid back also, her back to me. I gently rubbed her shoulders as she rubbed the bottom of my legs with one hand and reached around to rub my neck with the other. We sat for a while and basked, with lots of gentle caressing, the hot water soothing our temperatures, and like the rest of the night, not saying anything. Soon though our needs took the better of us. She raised herself out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub. She spread her legs wide and ran her fingers through her pussy, all the time looking me straight in the eye with half closed eyelids. I knew what she wanted, and I leaned in to run my tongue over her once again, concentrating on her clit, sucking it slowly to stay with the mood. Running my tongue from her butt all the way to her clit and back, then sliding it into her pussy over and over, I couldn't get enough. We exchanged places and Piper gently sucked me, while gently fondling my smooth balls. She would run her tongue along each side of my cock, then directly underneath and a gentle suck on a ball, before sucking me back in. It was like she was trying to replicate what I had just done to her in whatever way she could. After a while the water started to get cold, so we jumped out and towelled off. As we walked out to the bedroom she rummaged in her bag, pulling out her camera. With a glint in her eye she asked, "Can take some action photos?" She handed the camera to me and lay on the bed. She spread her legs and started to play with herself, running her fingers along her pussy lips before sliding them inside. I couldn't believe her stamina! I took some pictures close up of her hands busy in her glistening pussy, before changing the settings to make short movies and started the camera rolling, taking footage of her finger sliding in and out of her pussy over and over, between rubbing her clit. I took a few more still pictures of her before changing it back to movie mode and taking a video of me running my tongue over her clit and into her pussy. We continued with pictures and movies of her sucking me and me fucking her in different angles where the camera could still be held. It was all very different for me and turned me on extremely, but the quick couplings and then position change while resetting the camera was starting to make me lose my hardness. Now I knew why the professionals had fluffers! We discarded the camera and Piper lead me over to the balcony through a sliding glass door. By this stage most of the hotel was in darkness but a few people were still in the pool below. It even looked as though one couple were getting into it in the spa together. She bent over the railing and presented her rear to me, totally naked and visible to anyone who looked up through the glass that held up the railing because of the light coming from inside our room. She looked over her shoulder at me and wiggled her bum, her eyes inviting me to impale myself on her again. "Come and fuck me!" she whispered. I wasn't going to argue. I guided myself in, again with her help. This time it was all slow, grinding in and out to my full length. Her pussy was still as wet as when we first started the night, and had no problems with my thickness in her. I reached under her and lightly played with clit, as she moaned her approval. It was starting to get a little cold out outside, so we went back inside. "Lay on your stomach," she demanded to me softly, and I heard her going through her bag again as she got out her massage oils. She came back over to me and spread some oil over my back, before rubbing it in deeply and slowly. It was brilliant! She worked her way over my shoulders and back, then my butt and legs, dragging her boobs along my body at the same time, her boobs slowly oiling up from the contact. When she had gotten to my feet she asked me to roll over, which of course I did. She then worked her way back up my legs, her boobs now running over my toes and kneecaps. As she got close to my crotch she worked her hands to my sides and bypassed my cock, teasing me as she continued up to my chest. She did however let her boobs run over either side of my cock, letting it slide through her cleavage with the oil that had accumulated there. She then slid back down and pouring more oil directly onto my cock, started to rub it up and down, and rotating her grip at the same time, with both hands. She then would run her hands down under my balls, and push them gently up, allowing them to slide out of her hands with the help of the oil. I tried to rub at her boobs but she merely pushed my hands away. This continued for a short while, nothing being said, me just enjoying what Piper was doing, and it seemed she was enjoying doing it. "How do you want to fuck this time?" she asked while continuing to massage my cock. "Reverse Cowgirl?" I had never had reverse cowgirl before, and it's my favourite position to watch in porn. She mounted me on the bed, in front of the wall mirror, and slowly rode my cock as we both watched our reflection. We stayed like this taking it easy, enjoying ourselves without getting too hot and sweaty, watching my cock slowly disappear inside her, before slowly reappearing. She lay back on me, and I reached under to pull her legs up, and I started to slide in a bit harder and forcibly. Her body started to slide up and down over my oiled chest. After taking the time we had she was worked up enough to cum almost as soon as I picked up the speed, and she shuddered to another climax. "How do you want to get off?" I asked after she had recovered. "I loved it so much when you fucked me from behind before, so let's do that again," she asked. She put herself kneeling at the edge of the bed this time, with me standing on the floor next to the bed, as she guided me in once again. "Put a foot up here next to me!" she asked once I was inside. This made it a slightly different angle but the feeling was so different! I could feel the front of her pussy wall pressing along the underside of my cock, it pressured me in just the right way that I almost came straight away. "Oooh, this is nice," I told her. "But it will make me come quick!" "Well slow down a bit and enjoy the feeling," she responded. I did slow down for a while but it must have been getting too much for her also, as she started to push herself on and off me. This made me increase my pace until I was close to coming. She could tell by my breathing, and spun around and took me in her mouth as I came, spurting down the back of her throat. Some spilled out the side of her mouth though as she greedily took it all, her eyes moving between watching my cock as she withdrew it from her mouth, and my eyes as she sucked it back in. She pumped my cock slowly in and out of her mouth sensually, ensuring there was not a drop left. It was a great way to finish of the night. We soon lay down and fell asleep, rising the next morning for breakfast and a little caressing, but after the night before neither of our bodies could go another round. We both parted ways in the car park after checking out, but not before after another session of kissing. When I got home I had emails from her with the pictures and footage taken on the camera the night before. I watched videos of her mouth on my cock, my tongue on her clit, and my cock sliding in and out of her. I couldn't wait for what the next week at work would bring... Piper in Ayr I was visiting Ayr some years ago and had arrived, mid afternoon, at the Swallow hotel by a square off the High Street. After a wash to freshen me up I went out to explore the shopping area. I remembered that there was a good kilt shop called Scott and Yankee in the Sandgate but when I got there it had closed and was now a restaurant. I had a look at the sea from the promenade then returned via Burns Statue Square. I then explored the High Street and found quite a good kilt shop in a side road off it. I tried on a couple of kilts but the manager was preoccupied with a lad who was emigrating to Canada and wanted a good kilt to take with him. So not a lot of joy there. I found another shop lower down and actually on the High Street and went in. What a lot of kilts shops for such a relatively small town and nobody around me wearing one. I was in kilt myself but nobody commented. By now it was almost closing time and nobody in the shop was really interested in me. As I came out I saw a tall young man in a pipe band outfit. He had a very unusual kilt in dark purple tartan and the customary black doublet with shells on the epaulettes. He had a long fly plaid in the same tartan hanging down his back with the front held by a silver brooch on his left breast. He even had a black and red diced Glengarry with a purple cockade in it. A long hair sporran completed the picture and then I noticed that he was wearing spats as well. He had been accompanied by two youths in ordinary jeans but they came in to the shop as I was coming out. He was alone as I went up to talk to him. We exchanged glances and I knew at once that we were two of a kind! I suggested that he come back to my hotel for a drink and we could have a little chat about kilts. He agreed right away but said that he had to tell his young friends where he was going. I was glad that they weren’t coming too. If they had been in kilts it might have been a different story. We were soon in the bar of my hotel and he had a pint with a whisky chaser. I sat opposite him in a quiet area of the lounge bar. Even seated he was a big man, not very old, probably about mid twenties and in good physical shape. I had noticed before that his kilt was rather long, covering his knees completely. When he sat down the tartan was therefore well over his knees so no view for me at all. In contrast my kilt was rather short. It was one of the Hillwalker range, this one in the heavy military Royal Stewart tartan. It is a strange fact that longish kilts come further over the knees when the wearer is seated while shorter kilts tend to ride up. The Hillwalker range was supposed to be worn short but this one did not even reach the top of my kneecap. Seated, it seemed even shorter, with both my knees and quite a bit of leg above them fully exposed. I tried to pull the aprons down to be more modest but failed. I could see my new friend, Peter, was his name, take rather a lot of interest in my kilt and legs. He kept looking at me but didn't have a lot to say. I think that he told me his tartan was called the National Tartan. I asked why he was standing there in the High Street in full regalia but I didn't get a proper answer. In fact I never got one. I was liking what I saw in him as a man, and the beautiful outfit he was wearing. I could sense him taking a similar interest in me. I knew that I was becoming aroused. I could feel that my penis still resting on the seat of the chair, but filling slowly and I felt the growing warmth of the thickening flesh between my thighs. I opened my knees slightly with my kilt aprons still straight across. I was looking carefully at Peter, and, from his expression, I knew that he could see up my kilt and almost certainly the glans of my stiffening penis. I asked if he wanted to come up to my room and he readily agreed. I suggested that we take our drinks with us. As I got up, I could see that my partially erect penis was holding out the aprons of my kilt at the front in quite an obvious way. The Hillwalker kilt has pockets so a sporran is not needed to hold things but I now felt the need for a sporran to hold down my front or at least to disguise the bulge that had formed. I managed to navigate the bar without causing too much interest but the young lady at reception must have seen the tentpole outline in the front of my kilt. I avoided the lift and we soon reached the safety of the stairwell. I began to climb and I could see Peter holding back. Then I realised that he was probably hoping to see up my kilt from the rear. After checking that there was nobody else around, I obliged by stopping on the top step of the stair run, bending over slightly with legs apart, and using my hand on the front aprons, pushed my penis slightly back. From his “Wow”, I knew that he had got the view. We got to my room and closed the door. After an initial moment of embarrassment, we moved together and kissed. Because of his height he had to bend slightly. He was wearing such a lot of clothing, including the plaid, that it was hard for me to feel his body properly. As we broke apart I looked down at the front of his kilt but all I could see was this enormous hairy sporran hanging down. We must have looked a strange pair, him with all his uniform on, long kilt, plaid etc and me in this short kilt, almost a mini kilt. I knelt down to get a better view of his sporran, I took it in my hand and, at the same time, rubbed the back of my hand down the front of his kilt. There was no doubt some hardness there but it was not sticking out at all. He had seen under my kilt, both in the bar and on the stairs, but I had not seen under his so I was at a disadvantage. I touched his knee and he didn’t object. Then I slowly let my hand rise up his thigh under the aprons of his kilt. Again no objection so I continued further up. He had huge thighs, like tree trunks. Good rugby playing thighs I thought. I was near the top, wondering when I would get to his maleness when I felt soft material under my fingers. Surely this superbly male outfit was not worn over underpants? So I lifted his aprons, and the sporran on top of them, for a look. Imagine my surprise to find that he was wearing a pair of tight white trunks. I lifted the kilt right up so they were fully exposed. There was even a name on them – Tommy Hilfiger! They were what are called boxer briefs, quite close fitting, with a reinforced pouch for the male parts. I could see a bulge now in the cotton lycra material but it was well contained. Probably hard to get large sized pants so they had to be a bit tight on him. I stroked the outline and it actually felt wet. Was that precum? Yes, it had the familiar odour. So he was lubricating himself with excitement. How lovely. But what a surprise to find this big brawny Scotsman in full regalia wearing trendy pants under his kilt. I reached up under the tartan to the waistband and pulled them down. Quite difficult since the waist elastic was quite tight but eventually down they came. He had not said a word since we had got to the room. A strong silent type, I thought. But better than chattering away. I got his pants off him and he moved his big heavy sporran round to one side. He obligingly held up his kilt aprons at the front. There was his cock now sticking straight out at me. Uncircumcised, his foreskin was still over the glans. Not very big for such a big man but it was very wet with juice. I licked it gingerly with some trepidation since some uncircumcised penis smell and taste bad. But not him. He tasted very clean. So there I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. He was moaning slightly, with pleasure, I hoped. I stopped the sucking and, taking his penis in my hand, gently rolled back his foreskin to reveal a very shiny wet red glans. I put that in my mouth and I could feel his reaction as I tongued the newly exposed flesh and also the very sensitive part of the frenulum. I caught a view of us in the full length room mirror. We were a right sight with me on one knee, my short kilt hitched up, and my partially erect penis quite visible along my thigh, under the tartan. And there he was still in all his regalia, including doublet and fly plaid, gigantic hair sporran hanging down his side, and his white Tommy pants round his spats. He moaned slightly and I felt his body stiffen. Then he came suddenly in my mouth. I could feel the first rope of his semen jetting strongly and then the second and third less strongly. Just as well that he came in my mouth and not over my kilt outfit since it was quite a good one and not washable. When he had finished and I had taken the lot, he apologised that he couldn’t help cumming so suddenly. I told him not to worry and was glad that he had enjoyed it. I got him some tissues from the bathroom to clean himself up. He pulled up his pants, adjusting cock and balls in the front, then dropped his kilt aprons and pulled his sporran back into position. So he was just like when we had started. I was wondering what would happen next. He probably wouldn’t feel like bringing me to a climax and anyway, I wasn't properly hard for him. He seemed embarrassed and I asked if he would like another drink. He said that he wouldn’t since he had to get back. I said that I hoped he had enjoyed it and he said that he had. So he left and that was it. I felt a bit let down. I went down for a drink on my own but there was an empty feeling. Pity, we could have had some more fun. I never did figure out what he was doing all dressed up standing there in the street. Was it his intention to get a man and be given a wank or what? I don’t know and never will since I left the next day to continue my adventures. Sorry if it was not as exciting as you might have expected but that is often how real experiences turn out some times.