I woke from a deep sleep in an unfamiliar room. The first thing I noticed was the unmistakable aroma of sex, good sex. As my eyes adjusted to the morning light I recognised that I was in one of the bedrooms of the Scotsman Hotel in Edinburgh.
Beside me was Kirsty, my lover from the previous night, Her reddish-blond hair was tousled and she was wearing some reading glasses and working on an iPad. She was still naked.
I leaned over, kissed her on the lips and then gently kissed a nipple. I was very obviously about to kiss her mouth again when she said, “Give me ten to fifteen minutes to re-arrange my day and then I’m all yours for a good hour.”
I got up, drank some water and walked to the window. I opened the curtain a bit and gazed in awe at the beautiful city below me. I knew then that I could very definitely live in Scotland.
I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower; the powerful jets were wonderful, both soothing and invigorating at the same time. I knew that Kirsty was serious about her job and held an important position so I had no intention of pestering her until she was ready.
I somehow managed to kill fifteen minutes in the bathroom and then walked back into the bedroom. Kirsty had finished working on her iPad and was now on her knees facing the headboard with her lovely arse in the air. She was gently fingering herself.
I advanced on the bed and began kissing her bum and feeling her pussy. Our fingers met in her moistening slit. I ran my tongue around her bum and got an audible sound of appreciation.
My cock was now rock hard and I was desperate to fuck Kirsty again. In this position it was just too easy, so I slid in and pushed myself right to the back of her fanny on the first thrust. I got a deep grunt from Kirsty as I entered her and some very clear instructions: “Fuck me hard.”
She was moist and getting wetter by the second so it wasn’t difficult to get a good rhythm going. Kirsty began to push her bum back against me to meet each thrust. Her cunt muscles were gripping me tightly. We were both enjoying a good deep fuck.
I kept my thrusting up for a few minutes, going for it as hard as I could. Kirsty reached behind herself and felt for her clit, which she began to rub. It was time to try a little party trick that I had learnt from new lovers after my divorce. I began to circle her bum hole with my thumb gradually increasing the pressure. Just as I pushed my cock into Kirsty’s fanny with a particularly strong thrust, I pushed my thumb into her bum.
“Fuck, that will do it,” grunted Kirsty as she slumped forwards onto the bed in the throes of a massive orgasm. “Stay in me, and shallow fuck me until you cum, I’ve got a least one more in the pipeline.” Kirsty’s instructions were clear, so I did as I was told.
With my cock in her fanny and my thumb in her bum, I was actually able to help Kirsty to two more loud shuddering orgasms. When I felt my balls begin to tighten I pulled my cock out of her and after a couple of firm strokes of my hand shot two long strings of cum, which splattered onto her tanned bum and back.
I moved up the bed and lay beside Kirsty; we were both sweaty and our hearts were pounding. We both agreed it was an excellent way to start our day.
“I don’t know about you, but I have worked up quite an appetite over the last ten hours. They do a superb breakfast here, I can heartedly recommend it. First I need a shower, I’m sweaty and covered in cum, hardly appropriate for the office.” With that, Kirsty headed for the shower.
We dressed and went downstairs to the restaurant. Despite us both being smartly dressed in business casual, professional attire there was no hiding from anyone that we has been fucking like crazy. All the staff knew the signs but were entirely discreet and professional about it: the sign of a good hotel.
The food was excellent and it wasn’t until I sat down that I realised just how hungry I was. My last proper meal had been yesterday afternoon at the airport before my flight.
As we enjoyed breakfast, Kirsty and I made plans; she invited me to her house in Dunfermline that evening. She made it clear that she would be very disappointed if I did not accept her invitation. “I have three meetings I must chair and possibly a couple of others, all of which I should be able to do today. If I crack on I should be able to get the last session at the waxing salon, then you can enjoy me smooth. You can be the first man, I usually only wax for women. Does that excite you?” Kirsty asked.
“I can taste you already,” I replied while licking my lips.
Kirsty and I finished our breakfast and then checked out of the hotel; the concierge was more than happy for me to leave my bag with them while I explored the city. Kirsty said she would have a busy day but said she would contact me when she was on her way home. Hopefully, via the salon. She made it very clear that she would be exceptionally disappointed if I didn’t accept the invitation to spend my next night in Scotland; at her home, in her bed and between her legs were her exact words.
We parted with a long slow kiss and went our separate ways. Kirsty to her office and me in this amazing city. I had a fantastic day doing all the touristy bits and enjoyed a mid-morning coffee and a good lunch. Towards the end of the afternoon, I spotted a whisky shop so stopped in there to buy a bottle of Kilchoman and another that I had never heard of but was keen to try.
Towards the late afternoon, I collected my bag from the hotel and headed for a pub close to Waverley Station. I was happy to sit with a pint, people-watching.
Just after six, I got a message from Kirsty saying that she was on her way home. She suggested that I get the train to Dunfermline and then either walk to her house or get a taxi. If I got a move on I should be at hers just after 7 pm.
The journey was straightforward and I enjoyed travelling across the majestic Forth Bridge.
On arrival at Dunfermline, I worked out that it was a ten-minute walk to Kirsty’s address.
Her house was a stylish new-build, but in the centre of town rather than on the periphery. There was a rugged-looking and muddy Subaru parked on the driveway, evidence that Kirsty enjoyed this magnificent country in all its glory.
I pressed the buzzer and I heard Kirsty’s voice say that I should push the door open after I had heard two clicks.
The reason that Kirsty had not opened the door in person was obvious the moment I entered the hallway. She was naked and clearly freshly waxed. The blonde stubble had gone and her fanny looked pink and inviting.
I wasted no time; I dropped my bag and advanced on Kirsty, shedding my jacket as I went. Our lips met in a hungry kiss and my hand went between her legs. I lifted Kirsty up and carried her into her kitchen whilst still kissing her.
I placed her on a kitchen counter and spread her legs. This was something I had only ever seen happen in porn videos so I was both excited and aroused. Spreading her legs I went down on her with my tongue. I had intended to spend some time licking her bum hole but I was delighted to see that Kirsty had already inserted a butt plug with a jewelled end, which drove me mad with lust.
I ran my tongue up and down Kirsty’s folds, feeling her getting moister with every sweep. She admitted that she had started to get wet in the salon as the young beautician applied the wax. It brought back delightful memories of her recent trip to Sardinia with her Italian lover. She admitted that she would really have enjoyed a finger in her cunt or her arse but had kept it entirely professional.
I introduced my fingers and parted her fanny lips, allowing me to probe even deeper with my tongue. I had Kirsty exactly where I wanted her and the kitchen counter was the perfect height. When I started to gently pull the butt plug out and then push it back in, Kirsty climaxed noisily.
After she had recovered, Kirsty started to get down from the counter.
“Stop right there,” I ordered, “Stay where you are, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
And that is exactly what I did. I shed my clothes; my cock was rock hard and I pushed it straight to the back of her willing cunt on my first thrust. This was all about me and my need and greed. I just pistoned into Kirsty at a frantic pace. I was getting no complaints and when the time came I shot at least two loads deep inside Kirsty.
After we had both cum, Kirsty got down from the counter and we hugged.
I got my bag from the hallway and gave Kirsty the two bottles of whisky I had bought earlier. She asked if I would like a shower while she prepared us some supper. When I came back down, Kirsty was still naked and preparing our food. I dropped my towel and joined her for a glass of wine she had poured for me.
We enjoyed some grilled fish and fresh vegetables and just relaxed in each other’s company. I’d never enjoyed a meal naked before but with Kirsty it seemed completely natural. She admitted that she had spent quite a bit of money installing shutters on all of her windows because, as she had discovered during the lockdowns, she enjoyed being naked in her house.
“I’ve also found out that since ending my boring marriage that sex doesn’t have to mean under the duvet with the lights off in the bedroom only.”
I admitted that I had also spent a great deal of lockdown time naked, especially during the first one when the weather was so good. I had planted a garden that gave me the privacy to sunbathe without any clothes. “I’ve also enjoyed having a couple of lovers on my sun lounger when the weather allows it.”
“When I’m in Sardinia we fuck outside all the time,” Kirsty countered, before going on to describe the secluded villa that she and her girlfriend rented on the island and how they would often pull the futon out into the middle of the courtyard and ravish each other on it.
It became evident that us talking about our sex lives was arousing us both and it was clearly a form of verbal foreplay. I pushed my chair back from the table so that Kirsty could see my growing erection. She copied me and sat back with her legs slightly apart; we continued to enjoy our wine.
I started to tell Kirsty about how much better sex was for me post my divorce, “I’ve met several women in their fifties who clearly still want and enjoy sex, I’ve enjoyed a threesome, experimented with consensual bondage, made a video of a very pleasurable afternoon in bed and tried anal for the first time in my life.” By now, my cock was standing to attention.
Kirsty had a very similar experience since her divorce. She had enjoyed several male lovers, but the most surprising thing for her was discovering that she was enthusiastically bi-sexual. “Well, I really enjoy the company of one woman in particular. She works in our Milan office. We met professionally on many occasions. In the run-up to Brexit, I found myself travelling to Italy regularly, so we became close. It also happened that we were both getting divorced at the same time. Well, when the lockdowns came we would spend a lot of time talking on the phone. One evening after too much wine we started talking about our sex lives or in the circumstances our non-sex lives. Well, one thing led to another and before you knew it we were both wanking while we talked.”
“That is exactly how I got through the lockdowns,” I replied. “I got in touch with an old friend who had gone back to rural Ireland to look after her elderly father. She had her own place so as soon as she knew that he had food and medication and wouldn’t let anyone visit him she would return to her cottage and pour herself a drink, and then she would call me. It quickly got steamy most nights as we explored fantasies with each other.”
“Tell me more,” demanded Kirsty as her fingers dropped between her legs.
“We were lucky to both have good broadband so we were able to move over from phone to Skype and watch each other wank. I used to tell her how I was going to fuck her, in what position and how good her cunt felt when I was in her. I even got her to shave herself smooth for me, which was a massive turn-on.”
By now Kirsty was masturbating as we chatted. “Do you still see her? I’m not jealous or anything like that,” she asked.
“As soon as travel was allowed between the two countries I broke her a ticket to London and her brother flew to Ireland to see his dad for the first time in nearly two years. Let’s just say we fucked non-stop for nearly ten days, some days we didn’t even bother getting dressed.” I could see from the way Kirsty was touching herself that she was getting off on this sex talk, so I stepped up the salacious details. “I took pornographic photographs of her, I filmed her wanking for me and I tied her to my bed and shot a load of cum all over her.”
“Did you fuck her in the arse?”
“No, I pushed my thumb in when I was taking her doggy style, she seemed to like that.”
“Do you want to fuck me in my arse?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I’ve not had a cock in me for a while. Plugs and a small dildo, and of course my girlfriend’s tongue and fingers. I’m getting really wet thinking about it.”
“Kirsty, let’s go upstairs and get some lube and I will fuck your arse right now.”
As we headed upstairs I noticed that Kirsty still had the plug in her bum. It was only my second night in Scotland but it promised to be another good one.
