[M]y choice of [F]ood and wearing a kilt. Part 2

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o3wx4s/my_choice_of_food_and_wearing_a_kilt_part_1/)

Ending Part 1 I said that my my wife came home but I meant to say back to the hotel. I figured I would save the edit of the OG post and correct that here. You may have already realized what I meant. Here’s part 2!

I never thought that in my lifetime, something like this would happen to me. To be in this situation. I have read some stories on here. Even fantasized about some actually happening to me irl. But you are never really prepared when a dream or a fantasy comes to life.

When the pizza girl asked to touch my cock, I was flattered but shocked. I was also slightly embarrassed. I didn’t expect that casually joking about checking what was worn under a kilt would open up this possibility. But there I was and I had to say something.

“Honestly, I would love to let you, but I am married, and this wouldn’t be right.” I said.

She now looked up at me and said, “Are you sure? Looks like “he” disagrees.”

I look down and I see that my cock is now hard and sticking out the front of my kilt. “Oh shit! When did this happen!?” I thought. She looks back down at my cock, lets go of my kilt, reaches her right hand in between my kilt (now being held open with my cock), and runs her index finger from the underside base of my cock, all the way up to the tip.

The feeling was electric. My legs grew heavy and it felt like the room was spinning. My brain was overwhelmed with pleasure, just with her slightest touch. I didn’t realize I had pent-up that much sexual energy from earlier in the day. My brain was also throwing alarms of “Dude, you’re married! Are you sure you want to use your free pass here? Do you remember that you are still standing in the doorway with a pizza box in your hands at a hotel?”

Free pass you ask? Two years ago, my wife and I decided to give open marriage a shot. We also created a free pass clause which allows a one-time, no questions asked, sexual encounter. The point of this was to make the free pass count if an opportunity arises where my wife and I are not able to discuss things beforehand. And so……

“You’re right. Let’s take this inside the room though.” I said.

A look of confusion appeared on her face. Then she looks around, apparently forgetting where she was, and says with a smile, “Oh! Right!”

I let her into the room and set the pizza box down on the counter. I grab my phone and text my wife “free pass” and asked the pizza girl, “Can I get you a water or anything?”

“No thanks!” She said. “It is kinda bright in here though.”

“Oh! Sure! One sec!” I quickly went around the room to turn off the lights except the desk lamp. Which gave a nice subtle glow to the room. I went ahead and sat down on the edge of the bed in front of her.

“That’s much better.” She said. The pizza girl then takes off her baseball cap and sets it on the desk behind her, kneels in front of me, and says “So, where were we?”

She places her hands on my knees and ran her hands along my legs under my kilt. Rubbing down to my calves and up into my inner thighs for a bit before fully opening the front apron of my kilt, exposing my cock. She bit her lower lip a little bit. Her eyes light up. Fixated on what she uncovered. She then lets out a small sigh, looks at me and says, “It’s been too long. COVID really fucked things up. I almost forgot what a cock looks like.” She then takes my cock in her hand and starts stroking me slowly. I let out a moan.

“You like that?” she asked. Right when I was starting to answer, she gave my cock a quick squeeze and I said “YeAH. OH FUCK!” I looked down at her and she giggled. “Oh yeah, I have definitely missed how fun it is to have a real cock in my hand.”

“I’m glad that I am able to provide.” I said. She smiled slyly and returned her gaze on my cock. I watched as she focused in on my cock. Keeping the same slow pace. Switching to just running her fingers up my shaft, ever so slowly before reaching the head and switching back to a fist to continue jerking my cock. I was in bliss. The pace and the sensations were turning brain my bran into mush. I definitely know how to stroke my cock, but this woman was on a whole different level when it came to an old fashion handjob. I started feeling precum rise from my cock. Once a bead precum appeared at the tip of my cock, she stopped stroking my cock. She quickly tightened her grip at the base of my cock and I moaned “mmmm God damn!”

“How long are you going to be in town?” She asked.

“I am only here for tonight. Why do you ask?” I replied.

“Well, I would like to do more with you than just give you a handjob. But I need to head back to work soon before they realize that I haven’t returned yet.”

“Ah, that’s true. Maybe we can meet up another time? I don’t know the next time I’ll be out this way, but I would really like to return the favor.” I reached out my hand and caressed her neck.

She tilted her head into my hand and cooed, “I would like that. I’m going to hold you to that.”

With her free hand, she took my hand and placed it back on the bed and pushed me back a little bit. She smiled at me and said, “Lets finish off this delivery with a taste test, shall we?”

She released her grip and stroked my cock upward from the base to the head of my cock. With that stroke, my precum started oozing out. So. Much. Precum. I moaned. I could feel my precum flowing up my cock and pooling at the head where she still had grip. This was a unique sensation I have never felt before. It also felt like my cock was getting harder somehow. She was still, watching the precum pool at the top of my cock while slightly rubbing her thumb under my cock head. “What is she waiting for?” I thought. The suspense on what she might do next was driving me crazy!

Then, in one fell swoop, she stroked her hand down and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. Catching all the precum that pooled at the top of my cock. “Holy Shit!” I exclaimed. She let out a “mmmm” and slowly backed her lips off my cock. She closed her eyes, just for a moment, and swallowed. “Mmmmm. Not bad.” She starts stroking my cock again, caressing my balls, and with that, she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth.

She let out muffled moan with half of my cock in her mouth and held it there, slowly massaging my cock with her tongue. She would take my cock out of her mouth and twirl her tongue around the head of my cock. Then take my cock back in her mouth halfway, giving longer, slightly deeper moans. The vibrations of her moaning while being held in her mouth was putting me over the edge. Like electric waves of pleasure vibrating through my whole body, charging me for that final moment. In this moment however, it felt like time didn’t exist. It felt like it would go on for an eternity.

“Oh fuck me! I’m really close!” I managed to say.

She looked at me, gave another tongue swirl on my cock head, and took my cock in her throat.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I yelled. Shot one, two….six, seven. I was cumming so hard I had a hard time catching my breath. “Holy fucking shit!” I exclaimed.

She slowly lifts her head, and says, “Sounds like you might have enjoyed that just a little?”

“Just a little? I can barely breath! You’re amazing!” I replied.

“I do alright, I think. Thank you for letting me find out what you wear under your kilt.” She said slyly.

“You’re thanking me? Thank YOU for the evening! I’ll never forget it!”

With a smile, she put on her baseball cap, wrote her number on my receipt for the pizza, and reminded me that I said I would return the favor the next time I’m in town. We said our goodbyes and she left. I fell back on the bed recounting everything that happened. Wanting to remember every detail. Sharing with you all and writing it out is a good way to do that!

I checked my phone later and my wife responded, “Pizza delivery guy?” haha I can’t wait to go back for some more pizza!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o4ledu/my_choice_of_food_and_wearing_a_kilt_part_2

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