This is a true story down to every detail and to the best of my recollection. Thanks to Fungi469 for his help in editing the final copy.
As I walked along a dark, wet street in the blustery Royal City of Edinburgh I could not help thinking what a lucky fellow I was. It was early 1987 and I was a twenty three year old postgraduate student at the University of Edinburgh with good financial backing and a bright future. As an overseas student from the 'colonies' I was something of a fish out of water amongst the Scots, but a little diplomacy and my ability to adapt served me well.
I admittedly have a passion for chasing dark-haired women, and in the '80s I invested much time and energy doing so. After experiencing only marginal success with the local lasses in Edinburgh, I was surprised to find myself with a steady girlfriend, a ginger-haired medical student named Karen from County Kent. Karen had short reddish hair, brown eyes, a few freckles and legs that went on for miles. She had a somewhat plain but attractive face, and what she lacked in beauty, she more than made up for in sexiness. Karen was swanky and lean and had a certain sultry mysteriousness about her.
With a lovely Kent accent that was so easy to listen to, my cock and balls goaded me into signing up for full-time duty with Karen. She had recently dumped Pete, her English boyfriend and a fellow student at the University. She used the excuse that she needed to concentrate on her studies. Actually, it was because he was over-bearing and insistent on marrying her. I was delighted to take Pete's place on cold Scottish nights and mornings, draining my balls into Karen's eager, wet pussy.
Karen had a gorgeous pussy. Her pubic mound was adorned with brilliant, almost copper-colored curly hair. Doing her Kegel exercises regularly kept it as tight inside as it was lovely on the outside and I adored lapping away at it with my tongue, both before and after mounting her. She loved be taken from behind while lying flat on her trim belly, supported by a pillow under her hips. When she could feel me getting close, she took great pleasure in teasing me by imitating the sounds of a male orgasm, thereby invariably hastening my climax. I got a thrill out of thinking about Pete pining for his loss as I dipped my cock again and again in her alluring cunt.
All in all it was wonderful, but I felt that there was something missing. And although I knew not what it was, it all came together one afternoon when Karen asked me to meet her at a coffee shop not far from the University. She said she was meeting a friend there, a fellow medical student. A female.
As Ailsa appeared in the door of the coffee shop that afternoon, I was taken by how pretty she was - prettier than Karen. She was 5'4" with gorgeous blue eyes, sweet dimpled cheeks and wavy blond hair that fell below her shoulders. In spite of that, my impression was that Ailsa wasn't exactly my type. The sunless Edinburgh winter kept her pale skin colorless, and, like Karen, not a touch of make-up was to be found anywhere. A traditional white blouse and a rather frumpy blue skirt didn't do anything to enhance her appeal, either.
Ailsa was twenty-two at the time. She rode horses and studied hard. Hailing from the Borders region of Scotland, her unbelievably sexy brogue quickly led me to dub her 'Ailsa the Scot.' As the three of us savored our coffee and scones, Ailsa and I flirted lightly. Karen did not fail to notice this and her jealousy would become apparent later.
The second time I saw Ailsa was with Karen in a Stockbridge pub. This time Ailsa was wearing jeans and it was then that I noticed her stunning derrière. Yes indeed, the horseback riding had sculpted magnificent ass cheeks, high and tight like two fused melons. They also had that slightly cherubic quality that can only be achieved with plenty of exercise on top of a healthy diet of Scottish butter, cream, lamb and salmon. They were an absolutely marvelous set of globes. Her narrow hips, in conjunction with a slightly cocked-back pelvis, accentuated the outward projection of her glorious glutes, giving the appearance of kicking her ass up in the air. Even Michelangelo could not have created a more perfect set of ass cheeks.
I learned from Karen that Ailsa was unattached so I felt free to flirt shamelessly with her. Ailsa responded well to this, sidling up to me and so forth. I knew on that second meeting that it was a question of time before I would have my cock in her. I just didn't know that it would take two years.
Although I saw Ailsa in Edinburgh on a few occasions after that, at graduation time I was still very much with Karen. A year and a half after receiving our respective degrees, I found myself continuing my studies at Cambridge University with Karen working at a nearby hospital and Ailsa similarly employed in the northeast of England. I was happily chasing any dark-haired bird in Cambridge during the week and on the weekend bumping and grinding away with Karen. Julie, Karen's brother's girlfriend, was among my weekday conquests, as were a trio of undergraduate brunette beauties who waxed my lance well and often. Weekend trips frequently found Karen and I in Spain or Italy to see the sights, eat well and bang away to our hearts' content. But, in spite of all these extra-curricular activities, there was still unfinished Scottish business lurking in the north of England.
In my time at Cambridge, I had learned more about Ailsa from Karen. Though Karen described Ailsa's sexual activity at the University of Edinburgh as "living like a nun," I learned that she did have a boyfriend of sorts during her fourth year. So, while not a virgin, it was clear that only a lucky chap or two had had the pleasure of marinating their meat in her Scottish juices. Ailsa was interested in sex alright, but caution had apparently ruled much of her activity.
Karen, on the other hand, could claim no such virtue. Being somewhat insecure, my frivolous girlfriend had put her legs up for a good half dozen men, including a twenty year old beach bum on some Greek island or other who made a pastime of picking up British tourists and hosing them. This Greek sojourn, in fact, precluded the possibility of any anal sex with Karen, the beach bum having apparently spent a good hour brutally punishing her asshole with his fat healthy prick greased only with cheap Mediterranean olive oil.
Behaving uncharacteristically cheeky one day, I decided to fish out Karen's address book and copy Ailsa's address and phone number. My reward was to receive a valentine in return for the one I sent her. About two weeks later, much to my delight, Karen announced that Ailsa was coming to Cambridge for a weekend visit. Could I secure her a room at my college? Darn tootin' I could!
The anxiously-awaited Friday arrived. Ailsa would be arriving by car around mid-day. The plan was for her to join Karen and me for tea that evening.
As Ailsa's little red car swung around corner of the narrow one way street and stopped in front of Trinity's main gate, I popped open the passenger door and jumped in next to her. I was greeted with a big smile, a 'Hiya' and an open-mouthed wet kiss on the lips. My loins stirred, my time had come. Ailsa had arrived, and I was aching to make her sing like a set of bagpipes.
It had been all I could do over the past week to not flog my log in anticipation of the arrival of that most perfect set of Scottish ass cheeks. I wanted to have a full load, for Karen at least, but perhaps also for my lovely wee lass. I might even be satisfied just to get my paws on her ass and my mouth to her lily white breast.
