I was touring Scotland in a hire car, making the best of the end of summer after most of the tourists had gone. I was by myself and enjoying the solitude of the hills and glens. But one thing I wasn't enjoying was the lack of female company, especially the lack of a female body wrapped round mine in bed. I'd been in a long term relationship which had just painfully broken up, and I was back to the solitary pleasures of Mrs Hand and her ever faithful daughters.
Dusk was falling, I was on a narrow winding badly surfaced road in a lonely valley miles from anywhere and I was giving up any hope of reaching the next town by nightfall. That was when I saw a "Bed & Breakfast" sign at the start of a track that wound up a hill to an isolated farmhouse. I headed up the track and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and there she was. She looked early twenties, about ten years younger than me, a wild looking beauty with tousled blonde hair down to her shoulders. Almost involuntarily my eyes explored her body. She was a big buxom girl in a loose grey woollen jumper bulging over a well stacked top deck. Down below she was in faded blue jeans so tight they looked spray painted onto her man's dream curves and shapely legs.
After several days of getting no closer to a woman than the pictures in the porn magazines in my rucksack I felt as if an electric shock had hit me, starting between my legs. More than that, she ran her eyes over me and I saw a look in them that hinted there might be more on offer than just a room for the night. For a few seconds we just stood there staring at each other. Then I heard a gruff voice from behind her.
"Who is it, Moira?"
A man appeared behind Moira. He looked fifties, tough, fit and lean with a weather beaten face, greying hair and a grey beard. I explained I'd seen their notice. I soon gathered that he was her father, that there was a room available and that my company was more than welcome in their lonely house.
"Go and show him the room, Moira," her father said, gesturing toward the stairs. "Then join us for a wee dram. It's getting late." Night had closed in outside.
I followed Moira up the stairs. All the way up my eyes were locked on her tight blue jeans taut over her well rounded bottom swinging above me with her steps and showing the outline of the hems of her panties crossing her buttocks. The room was simple with a double bed, a wardrobe and an en suite bathroom, all I needed. As I stood there looking around the room Moira went to the window, turned her back to me, and bent over to look out. Her jeans tightened over her backside.
"You get a very good view from here," Moira said.
She swung her bottom just a little, but sensuously enough, and rubbed her denim clad thighs together that erotic way girls do. There was just enough daylight to see the blackness of the hills against the deep blue sky. But right then the only view I was looking at was Moira's taut blue denim clad backside, and the only hills I was interested in were the two hills bulging under her jumper. Moira stood and turned to face me, with her legs ever so slightly spread.
"You were looking at my bottom weren't you?" I felt my face start to turn red.
Before I could think of anything to say she reached down to the front of her jeans, unzipped them and undid the button. Her jeans sprang open to reveal white cotton panties with an embroidered top hem. She spread her legs further, hooked her thumb over the waistband of her panties and pulled the front down far enough to display a neat bush of brown cunt hair. She thrust her hips forward toward me.
"Touch my cunt!" she gasped excitedly.
Almost involuntarily I slid my hand down between Moira's spread legs, inside her panties and under her, cupping my palm over the bulge of her sex mound. Her cunt hair felt deliciously coarse against my hand and it was wet with her juice. She moaned softly and lifted the front of her jumper. Her big breasts were slung in the skimpy cups of a white bra that looked only just big enough to hold them. As my hand explored her between her legs, with my fingertips stroking slowly along the lips of her vagina she gasped and gave an excited little cry.
"When daddy's out tonight," she said excitedly, "can we? It's been so long. Oh please."
I guessed she didn't get much chance with men in this isolated house. She said her father would be going off in about half an hour to the town for a drink with his mates, and he wouldn't be back till the small hours, if he didn't spend the whole night out. She told me she was on the pill "just in case," I guess in the hope of men like me turning up, and she wouldn't get pregnant. It had been ages since I'd felt a woman's cunt and got my shaft up one. I certainly wasn't going to turn down what this frustrated big boobed lustful blonde sex bomb was offering me.
We went downstairs. By the time I'd I got my stuff from the car Moira's father was ready with a bottle of a good single malt for our "wee dram." I learned from him that Moira's mother had died a couple of years before, leaving her father a widower.
Moira disappeared for a few minutes. When she returned I felt as if another electric shock had hit me. She'd changed from her casual jumper and jeans into a button up the front red dress that clung to her curves and ended high above her knees. The thin red cloth also made it obvious she hadn't bothered with a bra and she'd left the top couple of buttons undone so her big breasts looked about to bounce out at any moment.
