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The True Adventures of a Nasty Man, Part 2

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: riard1960 Posted on: 14 Jun 2004 1 comments
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According to the old saying, a man in a kilt is a man and a half.Some friends of mine and I attended the local Highland Games where I came in second place in the caber toss. We showered and put on fresh kilts to head out to my favorite all --you-can-eat hash house for a post-game feeding frenzy.My favorite waitress at the hash house is B. She's in her mid-30s, plump and redheaded, with that beautiful cream-and-freckles complexion that redheads often have.Over the last couple of years, B and I have become quite flirty with one another. She had gotten to the point where she'd take a break when I came in, either alone or with friends, and sit with me and have a cigarette. I got into the habit of leaving a space for her beside me in the booth. Quite often, she "accidentally" rubbed her large breasts against me."Hey guys!" B said when she saw us. "Ooooh, kilts today!"This caused several women to turn toward us. That's not a surprise (as women tend to enjoy the site of a man in a kilt), but it is a delight.B seated us and took our orders, and after turning them in, came back to our booth. "Okay," she giggled, "what are y'all wearing under those kilts?"My friend W lifted his immediately to show her his bike shorts."Well, now I'm disappointed," she said, and slid in beside me.Now, B had told me some time ago that a man blowing in her ear is a huge turn on for her if she's in the right mood. I put my arm around her shoulders and leaned over and whispered, "Whhhhhhhhhat do think I'm wearing? Bike shorts?"The stream of warm air had an immediate effect on her, as her erecting nipples showed. I looked at her breasts and then into her eyes, lifting one eyebrow."Stop!" she said, slapping my arm. "I have to be at work!"The other guys laughed, guessing what I'd said. W said, "You'd better watch him. He's more traditional than me. What he wears under his kilt is shoes and socks."She shot me a look. "Well," what have you got under there?"Trouble," I said."Prove it!" she said, a taunting look in her eye.I drew her in close to me. "You prove it," I said. I took her hand and placed it on my knee, just under the hem of my kilt.Her face went bright red and she snatched her hand away and ground out her cigarette. "I have work to do," she said. The other guys and I got a good laugh. I couldn't help noticing as she got up that her nipples were rock hard.We fell to eating our dinner and chatting.After about a half-hour B came back to our table and sat beside me. "Well," she said, "my shift is over." I noticed that she had applied some perfume.She looked deep in my eyes. "How about giving me a ride home when you're finished?" she asked. W said, "What a coincidence! He's finished!" and kicked me under the table. My friends all know I'm a nasty man. And so do many of their wives.I paid my tab and walked B out to my pick-up truck.As we left the parking lot, B slid close to me and said, "Is the offer still open?""I've made you a lot of offers," I said. "They're all still open!"She put her hand on the back of my neck and then the other slipped under my kilt onto my bare thigh. Her touch was electric and my cock began to engorge. "I'll bet you're wearing those crummy bike shorts," she said."Find out," I said.She slid her hand until her fingers touched my balls, and she gave a sharp intake of breath. "Oh, my god!" she said, jerking her hand out. "You're not fucking around!""Well, not yet," I said. "But get your hand back under there and we'll see what happens." She sat back and lit a cigarette, and then looked at my lap again. "Shit!" she said. "You've got a hard-on!" "Yeah," I said, "and it's lonesome."She lifted the hem of my kilt and said, "I'm just going to look, okay? Not touch.""Well, hell, look it over," I said. "You might change your mind.""You are so bad!" she said."Yeah," I said, "and I am sooo good." I scooted my hips forward on the seat and pulled my sporran aside so I could gather my kilt at the waist, and she could get a better look."Damn," she said. "That's a big dick. I thought you probably had a big one.""Why did you think I had a big one?" I said. "Because I'm a big man?""Yeah," she said, "that and the way you act. A woman can usually tell by the way a man acts if he's got a big one or if he thinks he does."She looked a moment more and then pulled my kilt back down. "Now it's my turn," I said."What do you mean?" she said. "You got to look, and now I want to look," I said. "You want to look at what?" she said. "Show me those big titties," I said."No way!" she said. "C'mon, now, play fair!" I said. "Take them out and give them some air." She sat smoking her cigarette. Finally she said, "Just looking and no touching?" "No touching," I promised. Then I flipped my kilt back up and grasped my hard cock, stoking up and down a few times. "Hey, none of that either!" she said. "I promised I wouldn't touch you," I said. "I didn't say I wouldn't touch me." "Okay, I'll show them," she said, "but really, you can't sit there and jack that fat dick while I do." "Why?" I said "Because you're making me crazy," she said. "Well," I said, and put both hands on the wheel. "Let's see them." She put her cigarette down and reached behind, unclasping her bra. Then she lifted her shirt and her heavy, freckled breasts rolled out, her nipples hard and long and pink."Mmmm," I said. "Beautiful!""Do you think so?" she said. "Hell, yes," I said. Once again I grasped my cock and gave it a few strokes. "Gawd," she said, pulling her shirt back down and staring at my cock. "I just wish you weren't married." "Oh, is THAT what the problem is?" I laughed. I got my phone out of my sporran and dialed my wife.When she answered, I said, "Hey, honey, it's me." "Hello, me," said my wife. I quickly explained the situation to her while B sat beside me, incredulous. Then I handed the phone over to her. B took the phone and said, "Hello?" I could hear my wife. She said, "Honey, he's been wanting to fuck you for the longest time. I only have one thing to say about it." B was amazed. "What's that?" she asked. "Don't just fuck him," said my wife. "Make him eat you, too!" They chatted a moment longer and just then we were pulling up in front of B's house.B gave me back my phone and then cupped my balls in her hand."Well, then," she said. "Why don't you come in?"Go in I did. And B took my wife's advice. Twice.