You are on a summer holiday in Scotland, visiting many of their wonderful castles and ruins. One night after a pleasant meal and a few drinks, you are getting ready for bed, when looking out of the window of your hotel room; you notice a light moving around the ruins of a castle up on the hill. Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to investigate. You put on your outdoor clothing and grab a torch, because it looks quite dark out there.
It is quite warm, and it is still light enough to see the track leading up to the ruins. You follow the rough track up to the remains of the castle. The light is fading and the temperature is dropping. Then as you reach the building you shudder as the cold cuts through your clothing and a sudden mist descends on you. You torch is useless as the light just bounces back off the mist.
You feel isolated and a little apprehensive; it seems like a stupid idea to have come up here in the dark. The hotel is no longer visible and the mist makes the whole castle seem eerie. Then you see the faint glow of the light from the back of the castle. You head through the remains towards the pale, yet welcoming glow.
The cold and the mist make you feel a little jumpy, but you can't help smiling to yourself when you get to the back wall of the castle and see an old fashioned candle lantern sitting on the ground by the castle wall. Something makes you feel scared and you feel a little silly, but you consider sneaking away.
Suddenly, a voice behind you pierces the silence and makes you jump. As you turn, your brain registers that it was a soft female voice, with a slight Scottish accent, asking if you are lost. You are facing a beautiful young woman, with dark hair worn up in a bun, fair skin and dark eyes. She is wearing a long skirt and white blouse, with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. You stare for a moment lost in time, before you tell her, you aren't lost, but are sort of cut off from the hotel. She smiles at you and says it is a bad night to be out and that you should stay here and accept the hospitality of the castle until the mists clear. She steps towards you and a slight floral scent fills your nostrils, she stoops to pick up the lantern and gestures you to follow her inside.
You follow as though in a dream, your brain registering the wooden door and the stone corridor, leading to a large room with a huge roaring fire and tapestries on the wall. The young woman gestures for you to sit on a leather settee, as she pours you a large glass of an amber liquid. She brings the glass over to you, and sits beside you on the settee. You feel the heat from the fire, you smell the whisky mingling with her subtle floral scent and you feel your body react to her closeness.
Embarrassed, you take a sip of the whisky and marvel at the smoothness of the malt. You try to think of the oddness of the whole situation to distract from her presence, but she seems to fill your mind. Her beauty makes you want to look at her again, her scent lingers in your nostrils, you long to hear her soft, melodic voice again and crave the touch and taste of her.
As though she can read your thoughts, she stands and takes off her shawl. You notice her slender waist and full breasts, even in her unrevealing outfit. As you take another long drink of your whisky, she asks if you are feeling better. You tell her that you have never felt better, as she sits again and touches your hand. Her touch sends electric shocks through your whole body and her skin is softer than you imagined. Then to your complete surprise and absolute delight she leans in and kisses you. She tastes of whisky and flowers, or perhaps there is whisky on your lips and she just tastes of flowers. The electric current runs through your body again and you put your glass down and take her in your arms, as you deepen the kiss.
She is soft and pliant in your arms, her lips silken against yours but firm as she returns your kiss with equal force. After moments, or was that hours of kissing, she pulls away from you. She stands and offers you her hand, then leads you out of the room, up some stone stairs and into a bed chamber. It has beautiful tapestries on the walls, but your eyes are drawn to the huge, luxurious four poster bed in the centre of the room.
"Come to my bed, Andrew." she whispers to you, as she leads you by the hand towards the bed that dominates the room. She climbs up onto the high bed and pulls you to sit beside her. You reach towards her and she allows you to draw her back into your arms, where you kiss again. Once more you start gently but the kiss quickly turns passionate. You push her over onto the bed and lean over her to continue the kiss. Her arms snake up and wrap around your neck, as you run a hand over her prim blouse and feel the firm breasts underneath.
You massage those firm breasts and feel her nipples harden under the material. You continue to kiss her, and start to undo the hundreds of tiny buttons of her blouse. You find your way inside her blouse, and your hand encounters her silky under garment, no bra. As you get her to move and remove her blouse, she manages to remove your top clothing too. You see her camisole top and her breasts are outlined against it, you feel your breathing quicken and your cock harden. There is something very sexy about her old fashioned clothing and undergarments that makes you even hornier than usual.
Your hands move over those firm, ripe breasts and erect nipples, and you hear the seductive sound of her intake of breath. You feel her press her breasts into your hands, as she runs her hands up and down your back. She ruffles her fingers through your hair as you kiss, then runs her hands down your back and cups your arse, pulling you closer to her. Pressing her womanly parts against your manly ones, through your clothing. As she pulls away from your kiss and looks you in the eye, you see that her fair skin is slightly flushed and her eyes look black with desire. She moves away and down to kiss your tiny nipples. You gasp in shock as she sucks hard on your erect nipples and nibbles at them. The tightness in your nipples is reflected in your groin as your cock stiffens further.
You manage to undo the buttons of her skirt and pull it away from her. She is wearing a long petticoat, which has the camisole top that you have already seen, as you run your hands over her, you realise that under the petticoat/shift she is naked. You run your hands down her legs and up under the hem of the petticoat. As you reach her pussy area, you lift your hands and bring them up to her breasts first. You hear her gasp as your warm palms find the naked flesh of her soft plump breasts and the hard pebbles that are her nipples. You caress the whole breasts and play with her nipples with your fingers, tweaking them lightly.
Meanwhile she has managed to undo your trousers and slip a small delicate hand inside to caress your hard shaft. You gasp in delight at her delicate touch and feel your erection swell. You bring your lips down her neck, kissing lightly and further down to her breasts. Here you kiss and suckle on those rock hard nipples, hearing her breathless pleasure, but hardly hesitating as your hands move south. You lightly slide your hand over her mound, covered in silken hair, and down to her most intimate place. Here you slide a finger further down, between her slightly damp lower lips and into her, tight, hot and very wet pussy.
So you have just slid a finger into her tight, hot, wet pussy and she has just caressed your hard cock with a small, soft delicate hand. You feel her remove her hand and look at her to see if you have done something wrong. She has a strange smile on her face as she sees you looking at her, her smile widens and she whispers "I want to see your wonderful body naked, Andrew". You remove your finger slowly; watching the pleasure in her eyes, and slowly get off the bed. Then standing in front of her you remove your trousers, underpants and socks in one movement. You stand before her in all your glory, your cock standing proudly out in front.
She slowly slides off the bed and stands in front of you, then slips the shift off her shoulders and allows it to fall to the floor. She steps out of the pool of fabric towards you, as you gaze at her perfect body. She reaches you, and presses her whole body against you, allowing your cock to push between her legs. You delight at the feel of her thighs surrounding your shaft, and can't resist a couple of thrusts. She laughs low and sexily, and whispers that she can show you more pleasure than that, as she takes you back to the bed and pushes you back onto it.
You are laying on your back on the bed, your legs over the edge, feet on the floor. She kneels on the floor next to the bed, between your legs and her delicate hands grasp your erection. As you raise your head to see what she is doing, you see her deep red lips surround your cock and feel her breath against it. Then a wave of pleasure hits you as she engulfs your shaft with her lips, mouth and sucks on it.