The Start of My Kilted Adventures...
I’m short. 5’4” to be exact. My squad in the army were all taller than me, with the next shortest being about 5’8” and the majority being between this and 6’2”. When we were out I was often jokingly referred to as the ‘runt of the litter’. We (usually six of us, sometimes more) would hit the clubs, but being based in the sleepy backwater of Grantham meant we had seen (and shagged) all the local girls, so we usually had to travel to Leicester or Nottingham for fresh faces and new adventures.
Again, being Army meant that we were all fit; obviously so. The lads looked like a rugby team when walking into a pub as a group. Being the shortest meant that the girls would look past (or over?) me and beeline for the taller lads in the group. Whilst I rarely went without, I often had to work harder and use my charm to seduce any ladies that hadn’t gotten their first pick of the taller lads.
I’d been thinking for a little while that I needed to shake up the status-quo; and I’d figured out how to do it! About a month prior I’d been chatting with a couple of guys from a Scottish unit whilst on a training course, and they turned me on to the idea. “You’ll be fighting them off with a stick” quoted one.
As it happened, we were in Nottingham that Saturday night; known as a university town and subsequently very active nightlife. We’d agreed on a club we had been to previously; Horatio’s – one of the larger (if not largest) club in Nottingham. It was spread over three floors of an old red sandstone building that used to be a bank or trade hall or something. The ground floor had a patio and outside area/beer garden. We liked Horatio's because as Army, we got free entry if we showed our army ID!
I’d told the boys I had an errand to run and I’d meet them at the club later. This gave me an opportunity to grab and change into my recent purchase and make sure everything looked correct before getting to Horatio’s.
Gaining entry to the club, I almost didn’t make it to where the lads had camped themselves. We’d agreed on the first floor as it had booths and the music was more to our liking. However, my outfit attracted smiles and fingers touching my arms and chest from those I passed as I worked my way through the crowd to the stairs. A couple more daring ladies went for a cheeky grope which earned them a grin from me over my shoulder. I was very tempted to stop and chat with one particular beautiful blonde, but I wanted to see the reaction from the boys before finding myself a new friend for the evening.
I eventually found the booth my squad had occupied and as soon as they saw me their jaws dropped before I received a chorus of “Mate!” and “OMG”. They’d already acquired a few ladies who also made approving noises of the Blackwatch kilt I was sporting, with a lighter (but still dark) green button-down shirt. Space was made for me in the booth and I soon found myself between two of the four young ladies, one of which was much more interested in talking to me rather than my friend who had first attracted her. Things were looking up; a level playing field for the shortest guy in the group at last.
A couple of hours passed very quickly with drinks, flirting and dancing. The kilt was definitely appreciated on the dancefloor, and I quickly realised that I needed to involve a bit more twirling whilst shaking what I got. When everyone retired back to the booth, I decided to go downstairs and out to the back patio of the bar for a bit of air. I’m not a smoker, but wearing a military-weight kilt makes you very warm! I was glad I’d decided to go commando – the breeze under the kilt was wonderful!
A short time later, I was joined by the beautiful blonde who had caught my eye when I first arrived at Horatio’s. She introduced herself as Rachel and we started to chat. I couldn't help but be attracted by her easy smile. Her shoulder length blonde hair shined in the light of the patio bar and hung over her shoulder. She was wearing a light blue blouse and black cotton pants that highlighted her slim waist, but weren’t tight enough to fully define her bum, which frustrated me, as I appreciate the curve of a ladies’ rear. She mentioned being a trainee nurse and, as we talked more, she told me her father was Scottish, and of his collection of kilts, and how she’d grown up appreciating seeing all her dad’s friends and their sons in kilts.
I was really enjoying talking and flirting with Rachel, but one of the boys found me and told me we were relocating a little down the road to the The Walkabout, the Australian-themed pub. We had a rule; we stay together until last orders before going our sperate ways with any new friends we had made. I turned back to Rachel to see she was scribbling something on a piece of paper. She extended her hand into mine and slipped me the paper. I got a kiss on the cheek and a smile as she said goodbye. As I discreetly unrolled the paper, I saw it was her phone number. I safely pocketed it into my sporran.
The Australian-themed pub was as tacky as it sounds, with xxxx larger on tap, boomerangs and pictures of desert panoramas hanging off the walls, and surfboards suspended from the ceiling. However, this pub had one good thing going for it; a massive dancefloor, and we all enjoyed dancing. Again, the kilt received a lot of positive reactions.
Later, as I approached the bar for another Bacardi Breezer, I saw Rachel standing up by the crowded bar talking to another guy. She looked over at me in a way that invited me over. As I stood next to her to order my drink, I could suddenly feel her left hand discreetly sliding under my kilt. Her warm fingers wrapped around my suddenly fully hard cock. Ever so subtle, Rachel maintained her conversation with the guy on her other side as she held a drink in her right hand. It was so crowded that I don't think he even noticed as she began stroking my cock underneath my kilt. Feeling the warmth of her hands as she started pumping my dick, I was almost delirious with excitement. Here we were in the middle of a very public and crowded bar and she was giving me a hand job.
Between the excitement of feeling Rachel’s hand between my legs and the idea of having sex in public, I could feel the cum building up in my balls as they slapped back and forth. I could easily have shot my load inside my kilt and have it drip down right there but I was hungry to see if she and I could somehow find a place to play even more.
Rachel and I found our way outside and kissed each other hungrily. Her deep and soulful kisses aroused me at my most primal level. Both of us were breathing heavily as we explored each other passionately. The sensuality of her electrified me as I caressed her in my arms. Nottingham, being an ancient city, has many small, discreet lanes and alleyways. We trotted hand-in-hand to one narrow lane away from too many streetlights before resuming our kissing and fondling. As I unbuttoned and slowly unzipped her pants, I began kissing near her belly button and ever so slowly began letting my mouth go lower. As I began sliding down her pants, I wanted to inhale the warm scent of her pussy through her panties. Looking up into Rachel’s eyes, I kissed her warm mound through her panties. My mouth was watering with excitement and I could tell she wanted me to keep going as well. Gently, I slid down her panties right there against the wall and began eating her already damp pussy.
My tongue slid deeply into Rachel’s hot pussy. I savoured the taste of her warm wetness and wanted more of her. My tongue explored Rachel with long licks that ended with swirls around her lovely clit. Rachel’s breathing deepened and moans became more prolonged. With the taste of her pussy on my lips, I was hungry for even more. Neither of us cared if someone walked by. In fact, we were both turned on at the thought of it.
My cock was bursting with hardness. Looking up to see the enjoyment on her face, I began to tongue-fuck Rachel’s wet slit. I truly could not get enough of eating her out. Her hips were squirming and pushing as she let herself cum. The scent and taste of her was pure delight.
Reaching under my kilt, Rachel grabbed my hard cock. She leaned over and spat on it, letting a hot gob of her spit run down the head and shaft. She looked up at me with a mischievous smile and then stuck my cock deeply into her mouth. With one hand she squeezed the base of my dick while her other hand caressed my smooth balls. The sticky wet sounds of her sucking seemed to fill the alleyway and I looked around, amazed nobody had found us in the middle of a busy city on a Saturday night.
As she felt my shaft starting to quiver with a cum eruption, Rachel wrapped her lips even more tightly around me. My hips bucked and a moan escaped my lips as squirt after squirt went into her waiting mouth. Rachel kept her mouth sealed around my dick until she was sure she had every drop. Without saying a word, she leaned up to me gave me a very deep.... salty... hot.... kiss. We both savoured each other and enjoyed the feeling of spent passion.
We made ourselves look decent again and then just stood there for a while holding each other. Smiling we headed back to the pub and our friends, we shared one more deep and sexy kiss before separating.
Of course, the boys were well impressed with my kilt and just how much attention it had received. Within weeks they had all acquired themselves kilts as well, and I was back to square one, but in a kilt I had a much better time with the ladies, and quite a few more kilted adventures!
Again, being Army meant that we were all fit; obviously so. The lads looked like a rugby team when walking into a pub as a group. Being the shortest meant that the girls would look past (or over?) me and beeline for the taller lads in the group. Whilst I rarely went without, I often had to work harder and use my charm to seduce any ladies that hadn’t gotten their first pick of the taller lads.
I’d been thinking for a little while that I needed to shake up the status-quo; and I’d figured out how to do it! About a month prior I’d been chatting with a couple of guys from a Scottish unit whilst on a training course, and they turned me on to the idea. “You’ll be fighting them off with a stick” quoted one.
As it happened, we were in Nottingham that Saturday night; known as a university town and subsequently very active nightlife. We’d agreed on a club we had been to previously; Horatio’s – one of the larger (if not largest) club in Nottingham. It was spread over three floors of an old red sandstone building that used to be a bank or trade hall or something. The ground floor had a patio and outside area/beer garden. We liked Horatio's because as Army, we got free entry if we showed our army ID!
I’d told the boys I had an errand to run and I’d meet them at the club later. This gave me an opportunity to grab and change into my recent purchase and make sure everything looked correct before getting to Horatio’s.
Gaining entry to the club, I almost didn’t make it to where the lads had camped themselves. We’d agreed on the first floor as it had booths and the music was more to our liking. However, my outfit attracted smiles and fingers touching my arms and chest from those I passed as I worked my way through the crowd to the stairs. A couple more daring ladies went for a cheeky grope which earned them a grin from me over my shoulder. I was very tempted to stop and chat with one particular beautiful blonde, but I wanted to see the reaction from the boys before finding myself a new friend for the evening.
I eventually found the booth my squad had occupied and as soon as they saw me their jaws dropped before I received a chorus of “Mate!” and “OMG”. They’d already acquired a few ladies who also made approving noises of the Blackwatch kilt I was sporting, with a lighter (but still dark) green button-down shirt. Space was made for me in the booth and I soon found myself between two of the four young ladies, one of which was much more interested in talking to me rather than my friend who had first attracted her. Things were looking up; a level playing field for the shortest guy in the group at last.
A couple of hours passed very quickly with drinks, flirting and dancing. The kilt was definitely appreciated on the dancefloor, and I quickly realised that I needed to involve a bit more twirling whilst shaking what I got. When everyone retired back to the booth, I decided to go downstairs and out to the back patio of the bar for a bit of air. I’m not a smoker, but wearing a military-weight kilt makes you very warm! I was glad I’d decided to go commando – the breeze under the kilt was wonderful!
A short time later, I was joined by the beautiful blonde who had caught my eye when I first arrived at Horatio’s. She introduced herself as Rachel and we started to chat. I couldn't help but be attracted by her easy smile. Her shoulder length blonde hair shined in the light of the patio bar and hung over her shoulder. She was wearing a light blue blouse and black cotton pants that highlighted her slim waist, but weren’t tight enough to fully define her bum, which frustrated me, as I appreciate the curve of a ladies’ rear. She mentioned being a trainee nurse and, as we talked more, she told me her father was Scottish, and of his collection of kilts, and how she’d grown up appreciating seeing all her dad’s friends and their sons in kilts.
I was really enjoying talking and flirting with Rachel, but one of the boys found me and told me we were relocating a little down the road to the The Walkabout, the Australian-themed pub. We had a rule; we stay together until last orders before going our sperate ways with any new friends we had made. I turned back to Rachel to see she was scribbling something on a piece of paper. She extended her hand into mine and slipped me the paper. I got a kiss on the cheek and a smile as she said goodbye. As I discreetly unrolled the paper, I saw it was her phone number. I safely pocketed it into my sporran.
The Australian-themed pub was as tacky as it sounds, with xxxx larger on tap, boomerangs and pictures of desert panoramas hanging off the walls, and surfboards suspended from the ceiling. However, this pub had one good thing going for it; a massive dancefloor, and we all enjoyed dancing. Again, the kilt received a lot of positive reactions.
Later, as I approached the bar for another Bacardi Breezer, I saw Rachel standing up by the crowded bar talking to another guy. She looked over at me in a way that invited me over. As I stood next to her to order my drink, I could suddenly feel her left hand discreetly sliding under my kilt. Her warm fingers wrapped around my suddenly fully hard cock. Ever so subtle, Rachel maintained her conversation with the guy on her other side as she held a drink in her right hand. It was so crowded that I don't think he even noticed as she began stroking my cock underneath my kilt. Feeling the warmth of her hands as she started pumping my dick, I was almost delirious with excitement. Here we were in the middle of a very public and crowded bar and she was giving me a hand job.
Between the excitement of feeling Rachel’s hand between my legs and the idea of having sex in public, I could feel the cum building up in my balls as they slapped back and forth. I could easily have shot my load inside my kilt and have it drip down right there but I was hungry to see if she and I could somehow find a place to play even more.
Rachel and I found our way outside and kissed each other hungrily. Her deep and soulful kisses aroused me at my most primal level. Both of us were breathing heavily as we explored each other passionately. The sensuality of her electrified me as I caressed her in my arms. Nottingham, being an ancient city, has many small, discreet lanes and alleyways. We trotted hand-in-hand to one narrow lane away from too many streetlights before resuming our kissing and fondling. As I unbuttoned and slowly unzipped her pants, I began kissing near her belly button and ever so slowly began letting my mouth go lower. As I began sliding down her pants, I wanted to inhale the warm scent of her pussy through her panties. Looking up into Rachel’s eyes, I kissed her warm mound through her panties. My mouth was watering with excitement and I could tell she wanted me to keep going as well. Gently, I slid down her panties right there against the wall and began eating her already damp pussy.
My tongue slid deeply into Rachel’s hot pussy. I savoured the taste of her warm wetness and wanted more of her. My tongue explored Rachel with long licks that ended with swirls around her lovely clit. Rachel’s breathing deepened and moans became more prolonged. With the taste of her pussy on my lips, I was hungry for even more. Neither of us cared if someone walked by. In fact, we were both turned on at the thought of it.
My cock was bursting with hardness. Looking up to see the enjoyment on her face, I began to tongue-fuck Rachel’s wet slit. I truly could not get enough of eating her out. Her hips were squirming and pushing as she let herself cum. The scent and taste of her was pure delight.
Reaching under my kilt, Rachel grabbed my hard cock. She leaned over and spat on it, letting a hot gob of her spit run down the head and shaft. She looked up at me with a mischievous smile and then stuck my cock deeply into her mouth. With one hand she squeezed the base of my dick while her other hand caressed my smooth balls. The sticky wet sounds of her sucking seemed to fill the alleyway and I looked around, amazed nobody had found us in the middle of a busy city on a Saturday night.
As she felt my shaft starting to quiver with a cum eruption, Rachel wrapped her lips even more tightly around me. My hips bucked and a moan escaped my lips as squirt after squirt went into her waiting mouth. Rachel kept her mouth sealed around my dick until she was sure she had every drop. Without saying a word, she leaned up to me gave me a very deep.... salty... hot.... kiss. We both savoured each other and enjoyed the feeling of spent passion.
We made ourselves look decent again and then just stood there for a while holding each other. Smiling we headed back to the pub and our friends, we shared one more deep and sexy kiss before separating.
Of course, the boys were well impressed with my kilt and just how much attention it had received. Within weeks they had all acquired themselves kilts as well, and I was back to square one, but in a kilt I had a much better time with the ladies, and quite a few more kilted adventures!
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