Let the Wind Blow High

The Scenario :
There are times dressed in full Tartan Regailure at competition, you forget about custom. Bagpipes playing in procession, wind sending an uplift in a fierce cold embrace, I swear all down-under had fallen asleep to natures grip.
Marching proud, holding my ancestors Banner, I smiled and thought: Some of my ancestors had over 14 children, should I march faster?
I marched proud and the crowd cheered. Nervously, I stood trying to hold down my Kilt. I always do my best to follow custom.
So many say, is it true that under there??

We stood nervously, a crackled microphone started to tell the results. The crowd erupted, then silence, I swear not a sound was heard then a female voice said " Give it to" . I thought really why them?

We came second to the thought of a Lady saying "Give it to". Drowning my thoughts after the presentation, I sat down comfortably with my right leg raised, head down but proud we did our best. How could I have thought at that time all my glory was for all to see.
I was in the throes of hurt and as if the winds had died down, I thought I heard a whisper in my ear saying in a soft , resonating, erotic voice " I said Give it to", them. I shook my head in disbelief. I'm so sorry I mistook your Tartan for another. I looked up the sun in my eyes, a lady, Breasts flowing freely, planted a kiss that even the God's would have blushed.
A soft, mesmerizing breath in my ear whispered, I felt a warm sensation under my Kilt. As I was caressed, I really love a man in a Kilt and I want you to know , I don't Sip" Embarrassed, every inch of me stood proud all over. I felt a tight grip around, firstly my left, then right Testicle, then slowly whispering in my ear, the second hand cupped an erection, that I could no longer hide. In a forward motion, a firm grasp had me captivated.
We went back to a fold up Caravan that I borrowed. It was so cold, that I took a small heater, just to heat up the van. I poured a soft but beautiful Scotch for me and a Shiraz as requested. As I placed warmly, just the right amount of Shiraz into her hand she said " I so loved the Wind Today" with the cheekiest smile, I had ever seen.

All I heard was never ever remove your Kilt, for I am about to make your ancestors blush. To this day, I ask myself how can hands, lips, motion and a beautiful smile caress every inch of my body, all at the same time ?
We climaxed,felt each heart beat, as we gently counted that special moment and fell asleep.
We awoke, dressed, smiled , her hand grasp my ass and she said," never ever take that Kilt off, if we meet again".