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Lisa was sitting across from me eating Paige's steak while we talked. When she laid her fork down and took a sip of wine, I heard a soft sound, a thunk. When I felt her bare foot touch my right knee I knew it had been her shoe. She wiggled her toes and pushed her foot up, stroking my leg and making me very hard as she moved it under my kilt.
I've worn nothing but a kilt for years. Usually a UtiliKilt but my tartan too, I am a Scot, a Gordon and I have all the gear - sporran, hose with tabs, sgian-dubh (a little knife worn in the hose) Ghillie Brogues (shoes) - and I was wearing full Gordon Dress then.
When she reached my cock and balls she stopped moving her toes and smiled. She wiggled her toes and said, "Underwear?" A little more toe wiggle and she moved her foot a bit. "Boxer/briefs too. Scots don't wear them but I like seeing those on guys."
Then she pressed softly, pushing me around and fondling me with her foot. When she wiggled her toes again, I was off in another world. Paige had done that to me here once a long time ago and I almost came in my underwear.
I was huffing like a steam engine and grabbed her foot with my left hand, yanking it away from me for a few seconds to stop cuming. When I calmed a little I grinned at her put the sole back along my hard cock, pulling and pushing, stroking myself with the sole of her foot, masturbating myself with it.
"Like this," I whispered and she took over keeping up the same rhythm with my hand still there as she moved it. We ate like that for fifteen minutes, talking, laughing as she gave me that foot-job, kneading my cock and balls then just pressing with her foot as she sat and ate. She kept me hard and excited as we finished the food then settled back.
She had a big grin on her face and leaned back scooting her butt down as she sipped her wine then I heard her kick off her other shoe and used her feet to spread my legs, pushing on my knees, sliding up my thighs to my crotch.
Feeling both of her feet pressed against me like that, trying to wiggle inside my shorts drove me wild again. She would get my cock between her feet, kicking gently as she stroked me between them.
Then she pushed one foot under my balls, put the other on my cock and stroked me with the sole, pushing and releasing, sliding along it as the toes on the other foot pushed up against my balls and wriggled toward my ass and it took her one minute to make me cum doing that.
I grabbed her foot again, clapping my thighs together and saw her wince as my hand squeezed. My other hand gripped the table edge and I intended to tear it in half. I felt like I could and I kept pulsing as she kneaded me. "Holy shit!" I thought, I hadn't felt like that in years.
I slowed and finally stopped, releasing her and she just kept stroking me with her feet as I calmed down. She was grinning, even laughed a little, and her face beamed at me.
Two Hours Prior
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"Hi, do you just wear the tartan or are you truly a Gordon? With that outfit I'd say you are."
My mind jerked back to where I was and I looked up the waitress. "Huuhh, Gordon? What?" It hit me, I was wearing my kilt, but how had she known the clan?
I had been sitting with my head hanging, feeling sorry for myself. My wife and I had eaten at Applebee's many times. We would go every week or two; she would have a steak, and I would get the Oriental Chicken Salad with extra dressing.
Always the same for me but she changed some times. She always gave me a ration about being "stuck in the mud" and not wanting to try new things. I would say, "I've tried it before and know what I want," and we would banter back and forth about it for a while.
I miss that banter so much some times I don't even want to go on. I've thought about that a lot recently, and sometimes I get so wound up it feels like I'll explode from the pressure. it rips pieces of me off and I scream at myself, "Why didn't you just fuckin' try it?" Then I cry a bit.
That night was no different. My wife, Paige, wasn't with me and never would be again. Forty-five years of having her, the better part of me, and now never again. I was getting to be a maudlin old fart and not a lot of fun to be around. I cared so little I haven't even bothered to masturbate for six months.
Three years ago she had to go into a care facility, I couldn't take care of her any more, she gave up and a year later she died. I've been existing for two years wondering why I keep going.
I went that night because I desperately needed to reconnect to Paige, I had to get some of the good feeling back. I ordered the Oriental Chicken Salad I always ate, the steak Paige usually had, an ale for me and a glass of white wine for her.
I've done this before and usually gave the steak away to some woman, always a woman, and I would surreptitiously watch her eat it if I could. I didn't want to embarrass her or look like a pervert though.
Sometimes I just took it home and threw it away in a day or two. I could never bring myself to eat it because it was to much, "Her.". A couple times I saw a homeless person on the street and gave it to them.
"Uuhhh, yeah, I am a Gordon, how did you know?"
"I weave and the patterns fascinate me, all the color. I studied them and I've woven several simple ones. A Ross, it only has two colors and a MacGregor, three colors but a simple sett, the pattern. Not a Gordon though." Then, "What can I get for you?"
She took the order and went to get my ale and Paige's wine. I could give that away almost every time but they either threw it out or the staff drank it now and again. Same as with the steak, I couldn't bring myself to drink it.
It wasn't busy, so she stood talking to me almost like she knew me making small talk about the weather and some of the funny people she dealt with. She laughed easily and her face lit up when she did and I liked that. She looked me in the eye when she talked to me too.
I watched her as she walked away and actually had a couple of thoughts about sex. She's Asian, early twenties and cuter than hell, small very nicely shaped breasts - perfect for her body - and a very nice ass which kind of snapped each cheek up and down as she walked. Their uniforms were a just above the knee black skirt and a white button up top with sleeves.
I hadn't had a sexy thought about a woman in a long time.
It was late, around closing time, slow, and I was one of two tables she was waiting on. She was cashier and cleanup too. They were finishing their meals and she stood and talked. Her name is Lisa and she's smart. An electrical engineering senior at the local university and I had been an EE too. I've always been attracted to smart women, especially ones that get into the physical sciences.
I had a black woman friend years ago, Jennifer, another EE and we masturbated together once but never had sex. I had a very deep, lustful desire for her before I met Paige and still don't know why we never made it into bed together. She and Paige actually became friends and it was a total bitch forgetting about Jennifer when we were together.
When she brought the drinks she asked me when my other party would arrive and the fucking tears started again. I tried to avoid some memories, and I was getting good at it but her question drove a bad one into me like a spike. My voice broke when I said, "She won't be joining me." And I sat looking at her crying softly.
She got a sad look on her face, took a napkin from her apron and wiped my cheeks then sat next to me and said, "I recognize that look and I'm so sorry. My grand father died last year and he did what you're doing. My parents were killed in an accident when I was one and he and my grandma took care of me for seven years."
Her demeanor changed then. She went from strong confident young woman to a hurt child and that pinched at me, got my mind away from the pit I always tried to crawl into. She took a sip and continued, "Grandma died when I was eight. Two years ago he started doing what you are, remembering and crying and did that for six months before just letting himself die. He gave up, he couldn't stand being without her any more. I miss him terribly, I'm all alone now."
Then she did cry and a lone tear ran down her right cheek. I took the napkin from her and dabbed at that tear with a corner. She said softly, "Why did he abandon me? Didn't he love me enough?" I thought she would cry more but she didn't.
"Sometimes love isn't enough. Sometimes grief takes over and washes away the ability to cope with it or anything and then you give up and crawl into a hole. I've managed to pull myself out of that hole before filling it in a couple of times." Then I took a drink of ale. "Pot helps," I said and went on.
"Sometimes you are so absorbed by wonderful memories that you don't want to come back and no one can reach you. I've looked into that room a time or two also but haven't walked in yet." I sat and looked at her and the sadness went away. It was amazing, her face just changed and she seemed calmed and happy again.
.
She stood saying, " Your food should be ready, I'll bring it then leave you alone."
"Wait," I said. "Please stay. You can have the wine if you're allowed."
She said, "A moment." She smiled and left. "She does have a very sexy ass," I thought, I wasn't quite dead yet.
When she came back the other table got up to leave. She put the food down and said, "I'll be right back," stepping over to deal with them. She took their money and walked them out, locking up and turning out lights until only a few were left on in the corners then came back to sit across from me. We were mostly lit by the street lights with shadows everywhere.
"We're closed, the cooks are gone and all I have to do is finish cleanup and table setup for tomorrow. I'll do that in a few minutes but right now I would like to join you for dinner, if you don't mind." She picked up the wine and took a sip and smiled at me. When she smiles, her whole face lights up.
"Thank you," I said. "You make a lonely old man feel better. I don't get to have dinner with a beautiful woman often any more. In fact it's been over three years now."
I sat with my arms on the table and my hands extended. I had the right one around my beer and she reached out to take the left one in both hers. Her eyes were shining in the light and I thought she might cry. She squeezed my hand and smiled showing a lot of teeth.
"Thank you," I said again and sat looking at her.
She said, "Give me a second, don't go anywhere," and grinned at me. I watched her as she worked, rearranging the tables, straightening menus, filling salt shakers and stuff, all that wait'ressy crap they have to do. As she did, she bent and moved. She had a great ass when she bent over.
The skirt was knee length but short enough that when she reached and lifted a leg slightly it pulled up and I got a glimpse of white panties. It did look like she was making that happen, and my cock started to firm with fantasies about stepping up behind her and pressing it against her.
She wore a loose top and at one point she bent wiping a table and it opened for me to see her breasts in a white bra. Nice breasts and while I was looking she raised her head and looked me in the eyes, then grinned. She knew what she was doing and it looked like she had opened another button or two.
It only took a few minutes to do the two tables then come back and sit across from me. "I don't like leaving that. I'm not comfortable until it's done. Now let's enjoy ourselves."
She sipped the wine studying me and started eating. As we ate she told me a lot of stuff. I think she used it to pull me in, getting me comfortable with her so she could get inside my sadness.
Her grand father had died nine months prior to then. She loved him, his gentleness and understanding. He was who she went to with all problems because he listened and never judged her. She felt very safe telling him everything. He had been her only family, loved her and protected her for all of her life. My white hair and beard but mostly my grief reminded her of him and what he had gone through.
After her grandma died he kind of gave up. Pulled back into himself and only coming out to take care of her, he was always there when she needed him but he avoided almost all other personal contact. He taught her everything about being a woman, answered all her questions and seeking help from others when needed but he had not needed that often.
He was mother, father, grand mother and grand father to her. She had spent a lot of time with him and wound up doing for him what he had done for her for years, just being there and listening.
He told her a great deal about his life and how he felt. The things he and her grandma had done, the wonderful sex they had shared and she had been a little jealous of her. He answered her questions about sex, getting her past that "becoming a woman" part with gentle talk and acceptance of her being "her."
Allowing her to explore, find her own way and become what she is. Giving her the confidence to become a strong woman.
She went to him the first time she had sex. Eighteen and scared out of her mind about being pregnant because the condom had broken. He took her to her Gynecologist, a female family friend and got her on the pill. She had even thought about getting into bed with him after that but didn't.
She took another sip of wine and continued. "I'm living with a friend but I get in the way sometimes when her boyfriend is there. It's a struggle with school and work too. It takes me a lot longer."
Then
*****
I yanked my mind back to her as I came and she pulled her feet out then I could hear her rub them on the floor. She grinned and said, "I've never done that before and I liked it when you came, I could feel every pulsing sticky little bit of it. Now there's a real mess I'm going to have to take care of. I'll ask him how he liked it." Huh?
Then she did something I asked Paige for many times. She crawled under the table and I felt her hands push the kilt out of the way and slide up my hips. I heard a muffled, "Raise up." I lifted my ass as she gripped my soggy underwear and pulled them off, tossing them in the isle.
It felt cold for a moment then I could feel her hand take my cock and stroke it as her tongue started to lick at my balls. She spent minutes cleaning them and smacking her lips as she swallowed, moving around, moaning. I could feel her mouth like a vibrator and when she started licking my hard cock it pulsed with my heart beat.
She put me in her mouth and pushed down, shoving me into her throat then pulling back until just the head was left in and she sucked hard. She could deep-throat, a talent Paige had been very good at, and she kept that up until I was ready to go crazy.
I was totally lost in the sensations, leaned back and thrusting up as she swallowed me. Suddenly she quit and just sat there for a minute, holding my cock in her hand and slowing me down. She let go and crawled out, standing and smiling. Shit, I loved her smile.
She rubbed the top of her head and said, "You got a little carried away and banged my head on the table."
I scrambled out of the booth as fast as I could and took her in my arms, giving her a big hug and apologizing all over the place.. "I'm sorry, god I didn't know what I was doing. I haven't... It's been..., Uuhhh...long...."
She laughed and took my face with her hands, kissing me to shut me up. I put my hands on her waist as she pulled back looking at me.
"It's okay, you didn't hurt me. It excited me because you were so excited. I haven't been with a lot of guys. A couple boyfriends, one lasted six months, but they all turned out to be jerks and only interested in my ass, not me!" She looked for a moment then said, "You're different, a gentle man, like my grandpa. A very kind, gentle man."
It's amazing what we feel some times. I've always called it my "ego" but I could feel whatever it is "swell," just get bigger and bigger until it flushed through me like a wave. Paige had told me many times I was the gentlest man she had ever known, and I wanted to cry but felt very good about what was happening.
She reached down, taking my hands and backing toward a different booth. She sat on the table pulling her skirt up, opening her thighs and pulling me in between them. She was wearing very sheer white panties and even in this low light I could see her outer lips pressed against the gusset there.
She put her left hand on my neck, pulled me down and kissed me then lay back smiling and holding my eyes. Her right hand pulled the panties aside and she whispered, "Your turn. Show me how a gentle man treats a young lady."
She had little hair, trimmed short but not shaved. I like seeing hair running like a waterfall over that rather sharp "cliff" of pelvic bone and flowing around the opening, framing it. When she spread her legs it was like watching a ripe fruit split. The most beautiful and tasty fruit on the planet.
Darker outer lips that peel stickily open exposing the inner pink ones, shading into a dark red as they open and that tunnel appears.
I kneeled, leaned forward and kissed her outer lips, being the gentleman she wanted. They were flat and all but the edges of her inner ones were hidden. A squiggly line that had a swollen nub poking out at the top.
I stuck my tongue out and ran the tip from her ass across her lips to the top. I slipped the tip in and pushed at the folds and inner lips, teasing and fluttering, wriggling it. She lay back on the table, took my head in her hands and moaned very loud.
I pushed with the flat of my tongue and started back down then stiffened it and jammed it as far into her as I could. She convulsed when I did that, slamming herself into my face and almost throwing me back but grunted and pulled harder, grinding herself against me. I could feel her get handfuls of my hair then proceed to fuck herself with my tongue and face for a while, minutes, as she yanked on my head.
When I moved up and sucked that button at the top of her slit she screamed. Not loud, her throat was squeezed tight and it broke through as a soft screech as she came. That sound excites the hell out of me. She's holding herself so tightly for control but is so excited she can't and that small sound is the breaking point. It means I've pushed her to teetering on the edge of collapse, just not quite falling.
Then I pushed her off that edge but held her up and just kept it up as she thrashed around. God, I had never seen a woman come like that. Some videos where I knew it was all just bad acting but not her. I could see up her body and she shook from head to toe. I could see her flat stomach pulse as she did, convulsing.
Her head was thrown as far back as it would go and rotating slowly right then left. Her body was rigid, suspended between her head and her ass and was quivering, then slowing, stopping and lying back gently on the table.
I kept sucking until she pulled me away and guided my mouth up along her stomach. She stopped when I bit a nipple softly through her top and bra. She jumped again and wrapped her legs around me and pulled with them. Kind of kicking at my ass with her heels, impatient, wanting more, faster.
I pulled her top out of the skirt and started unbuttoning from the bottom as she started at the top. When it was open she unhooked her bras front clasp pulled the cups aside and put her hands on her breasts, squeezing them and holding them up to me.