This is a true story down to every detail and to the best of my recollection. Only the names of the characters have been changed to protect the less than innocent.
As I walked along a dark, wet street in the blustery Royal City of Edinburgh I could not help thinking how fortunate 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 near the Firth of Forth, but a little diplomacy and my ability to adapt seemed to be serving me well.
After spending much time and energy indulging in my passion for chasing dark haired women, and doing so with only marginal success, I surprisingly found myself with a ginger haired medical student named Karen from County Kent as my steady girlfriend. Karen had short reddish hair, brown eyes, a few freckles and legs that went on for miles. She had a somewhat plain but interesting face and she was certainly more sexy than beautiful. 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 her boyfriend, an English chap named Pete and another medic at the University, on 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. Her pubic mound was adorned with almost brilliant copper-colored curly hair. I loved lapping away at it with my tongue both before and after mounting her. She had a pretty big box, but did her Kegel exercises with regularity. I got a thrill out of thinking about Pete pining for her as I swung my cock in and out of her fetching cunt. She would tease me by imitating the sound of a male orgasm when she could feel me getting close. This invariably hastened my climax. She loved to take a good pounding by lying flat on her lean belly with a pillow under her front hips. All in all it was wonderful. But of course there was something missing and though I knew not what 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.
When Ailsa appeared in the door of the coffee shop I was taken by how pretty she was. Other than that she was prettier than Karen, on the face of it Ailsa wasn't exactly my type. She was 5'4" with wavy blond hair that fell somewhat clumsily below the shoulder. She did have gorgeous blue eyes and sweet dimpled cheeks. She was very pale and the sunless winter Edinburgh sky accentuated her paleness. She was dressed in a rather frumpy blue skirt with a traditional white blouse. Like Karen, not a touch of make-up anywhere. Ailsa was twenty-two at the time. She hailed from the Borders region of Scotland and had an unbelievably sexy Scottish brogue. Ailsa was a physician in the making, rode horses and studied hard. She quickly became known to me as 'Ailsa the Scot'. As the three of us sat over our coffee and scones Ailsa and I flirted lightly. Karen did not fail to notice this and her jealousy would become apparent later.
On a second occasion in a pub in the Stockbridge section Karen and I met Ailsa again. This time Ailsa was wearing jeans and it was then that I noticed her stunning set of ass cheeks. Yes, the horsemanship had served her buttcheeks well indeed; her ass cheeks were high and tight like two fused melons. Her ass was in superb shape but with 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. She had no belly in front and her pelvic bone seemed slightly cocked back as if she were kicking her ass up in the air. Her narrow hips accentuated the outward jut of her glorious pillowcakes. A skilled draftsman could not sketch 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.
Though we met in Edinburgh on a few occasions after that, it was graduation time, and I was still very much with Karen. After taking our respective degrees I found myself a year and a half later a student at Cambridge University with Karen working at a nearby hospital and Ailsa similarly employed in the northeast of England. I was happy chasing any bird in Cambridge with dark hair during the week and grinding away in Karen's chaste on the weekend. I managed to score with Karen's brothers' girlfriend, Julie, and got my lance well waxed by a trio of undergraduate brunette beauties. Karen and I occasionally went to Spain or Italy to see the sights, eat well and bang away to our hearts content. But there was unfinished Scottish business lurking in the north of England.
My boldest and best move was to fish out Karen's address book one day and copy Ailsa's address and phone number. I sent her a valentine; she returned the favor. To my delight, about two weeks later Karen announced that Ailsa was coming to Cambridge to visit for the weekend. Could I secure her a room at my college? Darn tootin' I could.
In the interim I had learned a little more about Ailsa from Karen. Though Karen described Ailsa's sexual activity at university 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 one or two fellows had had the pleasure of soaking their meat in her Scottish scut. Ailsa was interested in sex alright, but caution had apparently ruled much of her activity. Karen, on the other hand, could claim no such purity. Being somewhat insecure, my erstwhile 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 past-time 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.
The planned Friday arrived and Karen let me know that Ailsa would be arriving by car around mid-day and that she would join us that evening. As Ailsa's little red car swung around the narrow one way street in front of Trinity's main gate, I popped open the passenger door and jumped in next to her. I was met with a warm smile and an open mouthed wet kiss on the lips. My loins stirred, my time had come. 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 Scot. Ailsa had arrived, and I was aching to make her sing like a set of bagpipes. I might even be satisfied just to get my paws on her ass, my mouth to her lily white breast, my lips to her damp open mouth.
I brought her weekend things to my digs temporarily and the two of us went to a nice Italian restaurant for lunch. We had a good meal washed down with Gavi and Barolo. I then suggested a tour of a few of the colleges, starting with my own. As we leisurely walked by the Cam a light breeze lifted Ailsa's red skirt exposing a white petticoat (or slip as we call them). The moment was perfect. I moved to catch her skirts upward lift, my hand just touching her highly prized backside. She turned to me with a sweet smile as my left hand guided her closer to me. Our lips locked and we deep kissed for nearly a minute.
"Karen will be here in a couple of hours", I said plaintively.
"Just time enough to take our pleasure", Ailsa replied.
