It took all my self-control not to take matters into my own hands. But the thought of my unloading into Fiona’s willing and wet mouth and throat, made me pause for thought. I really wanted to experience that, so I managed to resist.
I gave it 15 minutes, pulled on some clothes and headed in. The waft of toast and bacon assailed me as I knocked and then entered the small croft’s kitchen. “I figured you may be hungry, so I fixed us some breakfast”, Fiona said, turning to appraise me and smiling at me. “Plans for today?”. She enquired.
“I’m not sure. Annual pilgrimage to Mellon Udrigle, probably. I always head there, sit on the rocks and watch the ferries pulling into Ullapool. It helps me reset.”, I replied. We settled down to an amiable breakfast, I was hungrier than I thought and not just for eggs, bacon and toast…
After breakfast, I showered, tidied the van up and headed off for the day. Fiona had stuff to do on the croft, so I left her to it and explored.
After a great day in glorious weather, I returned late afternoon and pulled up. The door to the croft opened, and Fiona peered out. A messy vision in Fair Isle sweater, skinny jeans cladding her shapely thighs, muddy Hunters and that tangled mop of hair. As she crossed the threshold, the daylight ignited her ice-blue eyes. Jeez, get a grip, fella, I thought. Rolling my window down, she called across, “Fancy a brew? Tell me about your day?”. “Aye, be right in”, I responded.
Settling down at the table, we caught up on each other’s days. I guessed that when you led a predominantly solitary existence, the chance to speak with people might feel like you had to consume it all whilst it was there, for it would be gone all too suddenly again. “Something smells good”, I said after catching the aroma of a home-cooked meal. “You have plans for this evening?” Fiona asked in her Scottish brogue, lilting and quite musical, “I made a stew, and there’s more than enough for both of us”. “That’s really kind of you, Fiona. I’d love to.” Who was I to turn down the hospitality of a stunning wild Highland woman? I also had dessert in mind and the promises offered earlier that day. We made arrangements for later that evening, and I left Fiona to her own devices whilst I headed back to Poolewe to grab some refreshments to accompany the meal.
A couple of hours later, I entered the croft to be assaulted by the heady smells of a long and slow-cooked meal. In front of me was someone completely different to the Fiona I’d come to know in the last 24 hours or so. The tangled crop of dark curls was still there, the ice-blue eyes and the dusting of freckles, as well. However, gone was the dowdy crofter gear, and stood before me in heels and a low-cut black dress was a truly stunning woman. Deep red lips, mascara and a judicious amount of blusher had elevated a naturally beautiful woman into someone else entirely.
The look on my face must have told a tale, for Fiona laughed and said, “Do you want to close your trap cos you look like a fly trap right noo.”. “Sorry”, I returned. “You just look so different, just more…” “I’ll take more”, she quipped back. “I, err, brought wine. One of each as I didn’t know what you liked.”. “Open the red, why not?” Fiona said with that little head cock and eyes aflame with mischief.
The next few hours flew by in a blur of drink, good home-cooked food, and easy-flowing conversation and laughs. Fiona told me about her travels before coming home to settle back down. Although it was hard to concentrate at times as she leaned in every so often, mid-flow, and gave me an unmissable eyeful of her gorgeous cleavage with that smattering of freckles across it. She clearly knew what she was doing as each time she copped for me eyeing her breasts, her eyes would twinkle, and her lips break out into that telltale naughty grin.
“Well, it’s getting late, and I’ve got fencing to do in the morning.” Fiona stated rather matter-of-factly, “I guess you’ll be wanting your rest as well after your travels”, she proffered. “Er, yeah, I guess”, I replied crestfallenly. Had something happened that I’d missed? Had I so badly read the signals? I made to leave. As I got to the door, I heard Fiona clearing her throat. I turned at the noise.
In the time I’d taken to get to the door, she’d removed her dress and stood before me totally naked. “Well, what’s a girl got to do to get your attention around here?” She asked almost impatiently. “Err…”.
“Stop fecking about and get your fit arse upstairs. I want my dessert! Unless you’ve already forgotten about the promise I made ye this morning?” with my instructions clear, and with that promised blowjob seemingly back on offer, I needed no second invitation and walked towards Fiona, heading for the low stairs. As I passed, she squeezed my backside and handed me a rather damp pair of knickers. I smelled them as I climbed the stairs, taking in her perfume and juices.
Upstairs, I stalled with a number of doors to choose from. “That one on the left”, she offered by way of direction. I entered the room to see a king-size bed dominating the smallish bedroom. “Clothes off!” she commanded. Either the wine had gone to her head or Fiona was secretly a bit dom. I was going to get to drain my balls, hopefully, so I wasn’t in an argumentative mood. Truth be told, I was more than a little turned on by being bossed around by this gorgeous creature wearing nothing more than a pair of high heels.
I undressed and clambered onto the bed. Fiona divested herself of the shoes and joined me, seeking out my mouth with an urgency she’d not shown that morning. I responded in kind. In fairness, as much as I’d explored during the day, Fiona had never been far away from my thoughts. The memory of being woken in the way that I had been left me with a semi for much of the day.
After a few minutes of deep French kissing, I felt Fiona’s hand on my chest, pushing me down as she straddled me, resting her very wet lips over my cock. She very slowly rubbed herself back and forth on my erection. She leaned down and kissed me very softly this time. Slowly, luxuriously, as if she had all the time in the world. Away in dreamland at the feel of wetness stroking my cock and full lips and tongue exploring my mouth, I was shaken out of this reverie by both stopping.
But Fiona had simply re-positioned herself, moving slowly down my body kissing and nipping in various places whilst her free hand had taken up a slowly wanking rhythm on my swollen cock.
She let go of my cock to steady herself, and I watched as my pelvic area disappeared, obscured by that wild mop of richly dark curls. Essentially blind to what was going on, I had to really on my other senses and almost flinched when I felt what must have been her tongue touch the base of my cock and make its way to the tip of my glans.
This continued for a good while, Fiona cleaning and licking me free of all her rubbed-off juices from when she’d been straddling me. Out of nowhere, her brilliant blue eyes looked at me, “How’s your dessert?” She enquired. “Compliments to the chef”, I responded, thinking, how the hell am I going to hold on at this rate?
“That was just your petits fours”, she said. With that, her eyes disappeared as she scooped my cock up in her mouth and swallowed me whole in one single motion. Kin hell! I definitely wasn’t going to last long if this was going to be what was in store for me and the old lad…
With my cock in her mouth, Fiona moved backwards to bring my cock to an upright position. I could now see my hips cascaded in dark tangles. And then she went to work, slowly at first, but over time, speeding up with handless swallowing and movement up and down the length of my cock. Tip to base, no hands, no gag reflex, just smooth, wet and noisy motion up and down my length. I felt my balls start to tingle, but so did Fiona. “Oh no, you don’t”, she said and moved one of her hands to clamp the base of my cock to stop the avalanche of spunk that would have followed.
“You’re an eager beaver”, she teased, “But I’ve got more in store for you, so you’re not coming till I tell you that you can. OK?” “Uh huh”, I nodded. This was going to take stamina I wasn’t sure I had. But I needn’t have worried. For the next hour, my cock was stroked, licked, teased, bitten, tugged and abused in just about every way imaginable. And each time I felt my that balls would let loose, Fiona sensed it and clamped down to prevent my orgasm.
“OK, I’m ready for my dessert now”, Fiona teased. “Are you ready to please me and give me my dessert?”, She asked. “Oh god, yes”, I answered indecently quickly. “OK then”. With that, she took my cock between her gorgeous boobs and started to slowly wank me, coating my cock in spit to help with lubrication. She built up a dizzying pace with my swollen head popping out in a sea of freckles. Pre-cum blossomed, and she dipped her head to lick it. My glans was a throbbing mass of sensation, and the touch of her tongue nearly had me over the edge. “I can’t hold on for much longer, Fiona”, I gasped.
“K, off the bed and stand here”, she pointed. I moved to where she instructed me as she re-arranged herself so that she lay on the bed and offered her mouth to me by lying over the edge of the bed. “Come on then, big lad. Come give me my dessert,” and with that, she opened wide. I bent my knees slightly and slowly edged my cock into her mouth. It felt divine, with her throat already open. The curve in my cock just seemed to fit perfectly. I eased all the way in. She tapped me on the arse, and I withdrew. “Is that not OK?” I asked. “What ya fannying around at?” she demanded. ‘Are ye gonna fuck my mouth and give me my dessert, or are ye planning on tickling my throat all night? Fuck me and give me yer spunk. Right noo!”
Not needing a second invitation, I eased my cock down her throat and quickly built up a pace, my ball sack assaulting Fiona’s nose. I felt my balls tingle, as did she. She grabbed my arse with both hands and fully forced me right into her throat, and then held me there with the strength of a woman used to manual labour. I felt my sperm flooding her throat, now it was finally released in wave after wave. I’ve never cum so intensely, and it was enthralling to watch her swallow every last drop. As the spasms of my cock subsided, I withdrew. As I was about to leave her mouth, she grabbed me by the balls to stop me. She clamped onto the end of my cock and sucked every last drop of cum like a vacuum cleaner; pretty painful by the end. But god had she fully and totally drained me.
“Not bad, not bad at all Sassenach”, my devilish Highland companion muttered as she licked her lips. “I hope you’re not too knackered. I’ve got plans for you for the rest of the night!”
To be continued.
