The Dinner
There I was propping up the bar, all dressed up in my Scottish finery waiting for the evening to begin. I'd had a mysterious invite to a Black Tie Dinner, the invite had arrived with a covering note informing me that my presence was required at a Gala Evening to be held at a prestigious Edinburgh Hotel. No further details were given apart from the fact that a complimentary room had been booked for me and that it would be beneficial for me to attend.
So there I was, feeling a bit like a fish out of water, wondering a) who had invited me and b) why?
I had arrived earlier in the afternoon to take advantage of the hotel's facilities and also to try and find out who had invited me, as for who had invited me this still remained a mystery no amount of discreet enquires prior to today had shed any light, I'd even had my Jnr investigate the source of the invite but to no avail.
Jnr, who should have been with me, had at the last minute called off much to my annoyance with some lame excuse, therefore leaving me in a state of sexual frustration, I had so much been looking forward to fucking his tight arse tonight!!
Now here I was sipping my drink and scanning the room for a familiar face or two, but to no avail, mind you the talent on show was delightful to my eyes and I started to wonder if maybe I would be getting my end away tonight. The room was filling up with guests the men looking resplendent in Tuxedos or Kilts however the majority seemed to have wives or girlfriends in tow.
Mind you just as I was about to give up this gorgeous man walked over to the bar, at least 6 foot tall, dark haired, and wearing what must have been a designer tuxedo, god it fitted him so well tight in all the right places but not overly so, he smiled as he moved passed me to order his drink at the bar. Allowing me the chance to ogle his rear and that was certainly no disappointment, I immediately felt a stirring beneath my kilt.
Suddenly someone was speaking to me, it was him, I had been so engrossed in eyeing him up I had drifted off, dreaming off what lay beneath his tux, he smiled as I apologized and asked him to repeat his question, he was commenting on the fact that everyone seemed to be in couples and enquired as to my own status, I informed him that unfortunately I was on my own, to which his smile got wider, he then enquired if I had enjoyed the view so far, seeing my rather startled expression he explained that he had been watching me in the mirror behind the bar, I quickly apologized for my lack of manners to which he stepped back and scanned me from top to toe smiling as he did so, I felt really embarrassed at this especially as my own eyes were now firmly focused on the rather pronounced bulge in his trsrs, and I felt my sporran moving forward with the pressure from beneath my kilt.