Yet another blustery day, what a bastard. I swear, it never ..
Published: May 30th 2024, 6:28:38 pm
Yet another blustery day, what a bastard. I swear, it never used to be like this. Maybe I just didn’t notice the wind so much back then but these days it just seemed like there was never a break from it. Oh well, at least it gave me an excuse to head home. Shambling down the road, I began to regret my choice of outfit that morning. The air was still and warm when I got dressed, perfect skirt weather. Now it was cold and markedly un-still, perfectly terrible skirt weather. Still, I suffered exceptionally well most the way home. Yes, it happened to be on the road just outside my home when things took a turn.
Walking towards me was a most unusual sight. A rare encounter with a kilt wearing male.
Sometimes I wonder why women wear skirts. Women do not have lumps in the pants which, by all accounts, get hot and uncomfortable in tight spaces. We are perfectly comfortable in trousers while penis owners seem to constantly have to nudge and adjust their balls and cock. Surely the freedom and coolness of a skirt would be more suited to those parts? I even researched it; turns out, like pointed shoes, fashion decided we must all suffer and made skirts into a gendered option not so long ago.
With my tangent concluded, I wearily continued towards the skirt-wearing stranger trying my best to be unnoticed. Fate had other plans. With only a few steps between us, a cruel gust of wind blew upwards under our skirts and turned us both into involuntary flashers.
The shame of it, time stopped as my skirt lifted. My brain panicked, desperately reaching for any memory or experience which could save me from the impending exposure of my extremities. “Why, oh why, did I go with-out panties today?”, I thought. In hindsight I could have simply held my skirt down with my hands but, well I didn’t think of that at the time, I was too distracted by the view of the kilted strangers massive cock. In that frozen moment we each stood staring into the crotch of the other; an intimate shared experience of embarrassment, everything laid bare, a mirrored skirt-wearing moment.
The wind returned our modestly and we both stood awkwardly in the street.
“I usually have to do a lot more than that to see a mans cock” I said. He recoiled in embarrassment. “It’s alright love, I don’t mind a free show”
The poor man looked downright uncomfortable, his hands anxiously gripped the hem of his kilt. I smirked and continued, “Can I get a smile as well?”
He didn’t know where to look, poor thing. His face blushed red but I’d seen the goods and now I wanted them. “Don’t be embarrassed, you looked good with your skirt up” I took a step towards him, eyes wild with bad intent “You could be a good boy and let me get a better look, hmm?” I placed a hand on his shoulder and firmly led him towards an alley I figured would be secluded enough.
“Uhh, umm… I…” He mumbled as I led him
“Come on now, I’m just having a bit of fun, don’t be so frigid”
“…Okay”, I could practically hear his heart pounding as we arrived in the alley and we were both fully assured at each others complete consent for what was to come.
“Good Boy, now just stand there for me”
I slid my hand up his kilt and seized his wonderful cock, caressing and exploring its shape. I watched his face intently while I groped him, enjoying his turbulent expressions. His cock was mine now, he was letting me have it and I grinned as it hardened in my hand.
“See, I knew you’d enjoy it” I teased, wanking his cock just to drive home how his body had responded, “I bet you fantasise about this all the time, don’t you?”. He shamefully nodded in response to my question, I felt the tip of his cock moisten with pre-cum and I couldn’t hold back any more.
Suddenly breathing heavily, I hitched up my own skirt while practically climbing up his body; clumsy and frantic, desperate, I had to have him, he crouched under my weight and I greedily swallowed his pretty cock into my cunt. I rode him as fast as I wanted, he was just an object to pleasure myself with, and pleasure myself I did. Riding fast and furious from the get go, pressing him into all the right places, I was so excited by the whole situation that I came in only a few moments, gripping his head tightly and staring at his face, saving his expression as he felt my pussy throb and slobber girl-cum around his cock.
Satisfied, I dismounted him. His still hard cock popped, frustrated, out of my pussy hole, “Thanks for that, you liked that didn’t you? Didn’t you?”
“Yes” He replied
“Good, see you later then” And I left him to head home as if nothing had happened.
