[M]y choice of [F]ood and wearing a kilt. Part 1

It is summertime where I live, and it’s hot. Hot enough that I try and wear whatever is light and breathable to stay cool. While it can be worn all year round, a kilt is my go-to clothing choice for the summer. While I have some great breathable underwear to wear underneath my kilt, I decided that I would just let everything hang out today.

My wife and I headed out for a small day trip as she signed up for a historic tour for some house in the next state over. Touring old houses is really not my thing so I decided that I would stay at the hotel and play some games while she was out with a friend doing the tour. The drive up to the hotel was great. My package just “hung out,” unrestricted and free. Depending on how my legs was positioned in the car, a bit of air from the air conditioning would find its way up my kilt. The cool air drifting across my balls and shaft felt good. It was also slightly arousing and distracting. Usually, wearing a kilt gets my wife going as she likes to tease me a bit to try and get me hard while wearing it. But on this trip, she was focused on relaxing with good tunes and watching the scenery of the drive. So, I was left with focusing on driving while keeping my growing arousal under control. Making a game out of moving my leg in and out of position. Letting the cool air tease my cock instead.

We check into the hotel and get our things up to the room that we are staying in. Shortly after getting our things situated, my wife’s friend arrived in the lobby to pick her up to go to the house tour. I walked down to the lobby with her, said my hello/goodbyes and headed back up to the room to relax and play some video games on my laptop.

A short time later, my wife texted me and mentioned that her friend had already had dinner and since we haven’t had dinner yet, I should order something for us to eat and she can eat when the tour is over. Not being familiar with the area, I went down to the front desk and asked the concierge what good local places around the hotel that deliver. Being a small enough town, the best sounding option available was pizza. The concierge also suggested a local pizza place. “It’s the closest place I have come across that does a New York style pizza right.” Messaged my wife for what she wanted, put in the order, and back to gaming.

About an hour later, a knock on the door is heard and I go to answer it. When I open the door, I see a woman standing there. Around 5’7”, red baseball cap with a ponytail sticking out the back, black hair, some pretty cute classes, lose fitting clothes, and crocs. Ugh, why crocs! Overall, I thought that she looked cute even in her work attire.

“Hello! Here is your receipt for you to sign!”

“Hello!” I take the receipt and pen from her and sign the receipt.

“Thanks! Here is your pizza!” She hands me the pizza and I tell her, “Thank you!”

She looks down, then back up and says, “Wait, are you wearing a kilt!?”

“Yeah, I am! It’s not a traditional kilt but a Utilikilt.”

“Oh, that’s really cool! I have got to ask, is it true what the say about guys that wear kilts?” she asked. I knew what she meant, but I wanted her really wanted her to ask. “What do you mean?”

“You know, uh, do you wear anything underneath your kilt?” There are many different responses that you can use when people ask you this. For example, “Socks and shoes” or “Nothing is worn, it’s all in good working order.” But I like to mess with people. In my best deadpan, I replied, “Usually, you don’t want to ask that question unless you are willing to find out. Are you willing to find out?”

Her eyes got wide, stood frozen in shock. Sometimes I wish I had a camera for moments like these. I started to smile, then laugh and said, “Hey, I was just messing with you..” and before I could finish what I was saying, she bends down on both knees, opens the front apron of my kilt, and says, “Holy shit!”

I’m standing in the doorway of my hotel room, with a pizza box still in my hands, and the pizza delivery girl on her knees with my kilt open just staring at my cock. It felt like an eternity had past while my brain was trying to process what just happened. What brought me back to the present was my cock was starting to stir. With the pizza delivery girl just less than a foot away from my crotch, I could feel her breath on the head and shaft of my cock. Slow, deep breaths. The sensation was driving me wild, but I had to say something before this escalated further.

“Well, now you know! Haha I should probably go in and eat my pizza.” I said nervously. Slightly lifting her head, still holding the front apron of my kilt open, she looked up at me and asked, “Can I touch it?”

Look forward to Part 2! Wife came home before I could finish writing the story!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o3wx4s/my_choice_of_food_and_wearing_a_kilt_part_1