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.