Kilt Night

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It’s been about a year since we’ve met, we even worked together for a few months. We often meet at the bar, giggling over beers and shared cigarettes as we roll our eyes at the boys trying to get in our pants. I tease you every time that one of these nights I am going to get you drunk to take advantage of you; you just laugh it off as me being playful. You have no idea how serious I am, and how tonight will be the night I make my dreams come true. Tonight our local group of Scottish friends is having a kilt night at the local microbrewery and we are both going. At the last minute my husband has to work and can’t come with us as originally planned; I feign being heartbroken but in reality am pleased I get you to myself tonight. My sister is out of town for the week and I am watching her house, which means we will have the house to ourselves without worries of your roommates or my husband bothering us. I have you meet me at her house so we can get ready and you will have to come back here when we are dropped off. The excuse I’ve used is that because the house has two bedrooms you can sleep there if you’ve had too much to drink without worries of sleeping on the couch or being otherwise uncomfortable. You arrive at 7pm to get ready, I am still in the shower, but have pre-warned you to just come in while I finish getting ready. I hear your voice as you open the bathroom door a crack to let me know you’ve arrived. At the sound of your voice, my nipples harden and I feel the electricity surge through my body under kaçak iddaa the hot water. My fingers trace the water down my body to my cleft and gently separate my clean-shaven lips to rub my hard button. I wonder to myself how long I will wait tonight to feel your hands on my hot flesh. Despite the urge, I stop rubbing myself and turn off the shower. As much as I want to climax, I know by denying myself right now it will be so much stronger with you. I wrap myself in a big towel and enter the bedroom to see you in process of changing with your back to me. We have decided to wear our Renaissance festival gear tonight, which means I will have to tie your corset, which brings me that much nearer your milky white breasts. From behind, I can see the outline of your breast and the shadow of the barbell piercing through your nipple. The dragon tattoo on your back captures my attention; I have seen both the pieces on your arms and shoulders but never had a chance to see the dragon’s tail snaking down across your spine. It is so realistic looking that without thinking I reach my hand out to trace it. My touch startles you. As you gasp, I pull my hand back. As you turn to look at me, I can see your nipples have grown hard, I wonder if they are hard because of being exposed to the air or from the pleasure of my touch. I have pushed too far already, fearing I have pushed you away I apologize and excuse myself to let you finish changing. You grab at my arm and pull me back into the room, telling me I don’t have to leave. kaçak bahis As you pull your hand away, the backs of your fingers brush against my nipples through the towel. As you realize what you’ve done instead of pulling your hand back, you raise your eyebrow seductively and press your hand harder against me. Your tattoos are reflected back to me in the mirror and I can see your nipples growing harder as you contemplate your next move. I see you torn between your baser urges and your thoughts, part of you wants to succumb to me and part of you is scared to. I desperately want you, but only if you want me back. I want to seduce you yes, but only if you willingly submit yourself to the pleasure you desire. I offer to help you dress, to change the subject and move on with the night, alleviating your fears; we quickly dress and head to the microbrewery for the festivities. We wisely have decided to travel by cab this evening so that we can enjoy ourselves without worry of safely returning home. We are the hit of the night with the boys, mostly because we each have almost all our cleavage exposed over the tops of our corsets. Many pretzels and pieces of popcorn are tossed into our décolletage as the boys got more and more drunk. The more beers I have, the bolder I become. I keep “accidentally” brushing against your thighs trying to adjust my skirt. Gauging your reaction is difficult; you aren’t trying to stop me or shifting away from me when I touch you, but at the same time you aren’t reacting at all. I am illegal bahis wondering if you even realize what is happening. A few minutes later you have to use the bathroom and tell me to come with you. Instead of choosing the public restroom with the multiple stalls, you walk toward the large unisex handicapped bathroom. I find this odd, because normally you are very shy when it comes to us being in the bathroom together. As soon as the door is closed and locked behind us, you pin me to the door and lightly kiss my lips. Your 6’ slight frame appears more imposing in this moment than ever before. Your breasts heave as your breathing grows labored. My lips part and I feel your tongue enter my mouth. As our tongues mingle together, I rub my hands along your sides. You pull me closer to you while tracing the tops of my breasts with your fingertip. My nipples are growing hard from your touch. I break our kiss to lightly kiss and nibble on your neck. I can feel your pierced nipples straining against your corset. I pull your left breast from under the corset, freeing it to the cold air of the bathroom. Dropping my face to your chest, I lick and bite at your nipple, sucking it and the barbell through it into my mouth. I hear quiet moans escaping your lips as I tease your nipple. I can tell you are nearing orgasm from my stimulation and pull the other nipple out to tweak with my hand. You struggle to come quietly as I ravage your nipples simultaneously. I am taking no prisoners, and I want you to know that I will ensure pleasure ripples through your body multiple times tonight. You grip my head to your breasts as you struggle to catch your breath. As your breathing returns to normal, your icy blue eyes lock on my hazel ones.

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