#caughtseries

Continuing the "Caught" Series

 He hadn't had much occasion to wear his kilt as of late. The last time he'd worn it had been the Hall of Fame Banquet, earning much teasing from Regal's wife. He couldn't help but hide his grin as he buckled the tartan in place.

Every time he wore it, he was always asked if he wore anything under it. He allowed the twinkle in his eye be his answer for the most part. Other times he would answer honestly with a simple yes or no.

Today, he was being traditional. No boxers, no anything. He wasn't even wearing a shirt at this point.  Didn't even have his hair pulled back. His blue eyes flicked to his window, a grin spreading across his face. The neighbor across the alley way with wide eyed wonder at him. Then the idea came to him.

He'd never been an exhibitionist in anyway outside the ring. Yet, right now, he wanted nothing more than show her what he had going on under the kilt. She bit her lip, her expression hungry as she ogled him. He gave her a sexy smirk as he reached under his kilt.

Her eyes went wide as he shoved the plaid wool out of his way, his hand encircling his heavy cock. Her only response was to lick her lips, her hands skimming over the curve of her waist, her hips. She'd seen him serveral times; on the way to the mail box, the complex gym,even waved to him if they were in the parking lot at the same time. She'd never expected to see him like this, and if she were honest, she found this shared moment absolutely hot.

He stroked himself, groaning softly as he teased the weeping head of his cock, spreading his precum from tip to base. His eyes never left hers, as he slowly pumped his cock. When her hand pressed between her thighs, he growled in satisfaction. She was willing to play along!

He smiled, his hand moving slowly, squeezing the head of his cock with each pass. Her hand pressed against the glass, her body bowing in pleasure.

"That's it sweetheart...finger yourself for me." He murmured under his breath as his ministrations sped up. He was panting, breathless as the flames of pleasure licked his spine. He fought it hard, wanting it to last.