One of the benefits of my divorce was the fact that I was now able to re-establish contact with all of the old friends that my ex drove away. She had a bad habit of pissing off my friends wives, which turned into a backlash towards me. Now that she was out of the picture, I was accepted back with open arms, kind of a "Prodigal Son" type of thing.
The best part was that I was receiving invitations to the parties again, including my friend Curt's annual Halloween party, which was always a good time. Curt had one rule. If you' re not in costume, you don' t get in. Considering that most of us in this crowd grew up together (as much as we DID grow up), this led to some sometimes wild costumes, and wilder parties. This year was going to be special, because Curt and his wife, Rose, had just bought a new house, further out in the country, and they were having the party as a house-warming, it was going to be a day- long event, with a pig roast, and events for the kids.
I decided to go as a Celtic chieftain, complete with kilt and sword. After watching
"Braveheart" a few times to get the costume down right, I was ready to go.
When I arrived at the party, I was truly greeted like the "Prodigal son" , receiving hugs, handshakes, and backslaps from the men, and hugs and kisses from the women, a few of whom told me that they were glad that I was back. It felt good to be back, too.
I spent the first hour or so having a couple of drinks, greeting old friends, and making new ones. Curt felt compelled to show me around his new house, including the grounds out back. Fortunately, it was a nice weekend, weather-wise, and quite a few people were making good use of the deck that Curt had built at the back of the house. While we were out there, he was making some introductions, one of which included a rather beautiful woman, in her mid-to-late twenties, that Curt introduced as Barbara, a co-worker of his twin sister, who was an ER nurse.
Barbara was about 5'3", with long blonde hair that went down to just above her ass, and had what appeared to be a slim, petite body. The best part was that she was dressed as a mediaeval princess, with a long gown, and plenty of cleavage, although she appeared to be rather small-breasted. With her angelic face, she had the look down pat!
After the tour, Curt had to excuse himself to attend to hosting duties, and I wandered around some more. Eventually, I found Barbara again, and started talking with her. She delighted me with her humor and intelligence, as well as her beauty.
While we were talking, Curt found me and asked if I could help with the pig roasting duties. Surprisingly, Barbara said that she would help also, so that we could continue our conversation.
After the pig was chopped, and everybody was eating, Barbara was still with me. At one point, our drinks were empty, and she offered to get me a refill, but on one condition.
"I want to know what a barbaric Celt wears under his kilt," She told me.
"Just his boots, milady," I answered.
"You know, as a princess, I could be insulted by that response," She replied. "But, I'll settle for proof, when we're done dining."
When she came back with our drinks, I decided to play up the barbaric angle a bit, and asked her what she was wearing under her gown.
"Just my slippers," She smiled.
"Well, as a barbarian, I may have to find out for myself," I told her.
She just smiled again, and replied, "Maybe you will."
NOW I was intrigued!!!
After we ate, as the sun was setting, we walked around, to let the food settle. We had another drink, and we ran into a couple of people who were smoking what smelled like high- octane weed. I told Barbara that I can't partake, due to random testing at work, but if she wanted to, she should enjoy, and she did.
Curt found me, and asked if I would light the torches lining the paths, as the sun was almost down. That gave Barbara and I more time to talk and walk, and by now, she had a very good buzz going from the smoke and the wine that she had been drinking.
While we were walking, we slipped back into our "barbarian" and "princess" roles, I told Barbara that I would protect her from harm with my sword, and she asked me what would protect HER from my other sword.
"Do you think that you need protection from that sword, milady?" I asked.
"I am hoping so," She answered.
When we got to the end of the path, where Curt had converted an out building into his workshop, Barbara asked me if I had slain many warriors with my sword. When I told her many, she looked at me and asked, "And how many damsels have you slain with your other sword?"
I replied that while I may be a barbarian, I was still a gentleman, and a gentleman never tells such things.
"Never?" , She asked.
"Never, milady."
"Good. I like to hear that. That is indeed a worthy trait in a man," She replied. "Now, are you ready to prove that a Celt wears only his boots under his kilt?"
"If milady wishes, who am I to deny such a request?" I told her.
I tried the door to the workshop, and found it unlocked, so we entered. As soon as we were in, Barbara told me to stop, and she slowly unzipped her gown, letting it fall to the floor. I was amazed at her body. She had pert little tits, a shaved pussy, which was already glistening with moisture, and was wearing nothing but a pair of ballet slippers.
"I've proven myself, now I want proof," She said softly.
"You'll have to find out for yourself," I told her, as I approached her.
When I was standing in front of her, she smiled and dropped to her knees, lifting the front of my kilt.
As she raised the kilt, my cock was hardening, and she replied "I am definitely going to need protection from this sword!" as she started to lick along the shaft.
"Oh, my god!" I said, as she started to swallow as much of my cock as she could.
"You like, barbarian?" She asked.
"Your royal mouth is doing incredible things to my personal sword, milady," I replied.
She sucked a little more intensely for a couple of minutes more, before she rose up and said "Now, I want to see how your sword fits into my sheath. Do you have protection?"
"I'm sorry milady, but I was not anticipating such happenings tonight, and came unprepared," I told her.
"That's ok, then. Just make sure you pull out in time. I don't need any princes or princesses of my own right now," She said.
