Kilting connection

Paul should have known the morning after the salon, Molly wouldn’t be repeating her oral olympics on him out of fear of messing up the effects on him, but waking up to a note was not what he expected.

Looking at the time, he had slept much later than he had in a long time and was surprised she didn’t wake him at all. Part of him almost feared that it was a not spelling the end of his dream life, as she hadn’t written a note in years; generally opting for texts as is the social norm.

However, this note definitely had him looking forward to this evening. As randy as she has been lately, the note was a simple note stating how his cum slut was so hungry, she was hoping he’d be willing to feed her a special meal. But what stood out even more was the two very distinctive pairs of lip marks; a very original signature.

Since he was still waiting to ensure his latest tanning session from yesterday was set, he grabbed a training outfit (traffic cone orange today) & sneakers, and his training aid. After popping it in place, Paul went through his usually stretching and treadmill exercises before jumping into work.

His work day was interrupted by an alert that someone was on his front step before he saw a delivery truck drive off. Paul couldn’t recall a delivery today, so he cautiously went to the door and looked through the peephole to ensure the coast was clearly.

Slowly opening the door to double check no one was around, Paul quickly stepped into the daylight to grab the package; his dayglow orange outfit shining in the sunshine. Turning back inside before the door could get close to closing, he looked at the label. Not recognizing the company but feeling like it was clothing of some kind, he couldn’t deal with this at the moment and left it on the counter as he went back to finish up some projects for work before running out of time.

He was just able to finish the updates, validation, and check-in the code for builds before it was time for training. Grabbing the gadget and taking up his spot, he took a few breaths and focused on how his freshly tanned knees were already making a good distance outside his marks. Pleased with himself and hoping Bill would be pleased with his progress, Paul sat and contentedly waiting for his training partner to connect.

He didn’t have to wait long until Bill announced, “hi, Paulie! Looking vibrant today.”

“Hello, Trainer Bill! Thank you! Feeling good today.”

“Great! Let’s get you stretched out before we get into other things.”

“yessir, Trainer Bill!”

Bill was noting that his distance and flexibility was definitely improving, but was adjusting his plan for future sessions to start working more on coordination and fluidity; range is getting there but grace still seems to be lacking. “Alright! You seem pretty stretched out. Head over to the treadmill. I thought the new resources would be there, but I guess they’re still in transit.”

“oh, Trainer Bill, I did get a delivery today!” Paul said with a bit of excitement.

“Perfect! Go get the package and lets update things.”

“be right back, Trainer Bill.”

Bringing the package back into the room, Paul was trying to remember his strut as he walked back into the camera view as he opened the package up.

“Ah, the kilts did make it! Glad they were able to rush out the order for you.”

Paul could see the different patterns as he pulled them out. Looking at the different styles he noticed a couple tartans looked familiar to some families and the solid black would be useful, but there were some bright color combinations he was sure no Scotsman would have chosen for his lineage.

“um, thank you, trainer Bill, but, uh, what family used this much pink in their tartan and don’t remember seeing a literal rainbow of colors on a hatch like that?”

Bill laughs at the incongruity, “that must be the ‘free bonus’ they said they were going to add to the other 4. They said it was a ‘grab bag’, but I bet those were just ones they couldn’t sell.”

Paul chuckled and held up the pink tartan to his waist, “can you imagine a highlander going to a Ceilidh in something as fair as this?”

Bill couldn’t help but recognize how the exposed tan legs flowing out from the pink skirt to the trendy sneakers seemed like something you’d see on a teenage girl, but Paul didn’t seem ready for that. “Probably not, Paulie. Why don’t you pick one of the other ones and I can show you how you can use it as a practice aid.”

Grabbing the solid black one to get as far away from the pink as he could, Paul responded back, “yessir, Trainer Bill.” Stepping off camera and putting the pile of kilts on the counter, he removes his short shorts & underwear, placing them & the gadget on the top of the pile. Wrapping the kilt around his waist, he was surprised to see it end just past mid-thigh rather than going all the way to his knees, but chalked it up to what they could get in stock.

Walking back over to the treadmill, Paul was enjoying the fresh airflow under the kilt as he turned to the camera, “anything else before I start this, Trainer Bill?”

“Alright, I think this should work. Let’s not do any vocal training so I can explain it for you.”

“yes, Trainer Bill.”

As Paul started taking steps, Bill had him focus on his hips. “Notice how when you take a step over to the left, the hem of the kilt will carry the momentum out. Then as your weight is shifting to the right, gravity and the momentum will begin shifting the kilt over to the right and it should reach the apex on the right as your right foot ends back.”

Paul was watching the hem swing left, right, left, right, and could still feel the training aid prod him occasionally. He could also see where one step was a little quicker, things didn’t quite line up right and the kilt would start wrapping around his leg than swaying bit.

A buzz could be heard off to the side distracting, Paul as he shot his head over to investigate and nearly tripped over his own feet.

“Focus on your feet and movement, Paulie. Can’t have you taking a fall on the treadmill.”

Gathering his balance, he confirmed, “yes, Trainer Bill.”

As was getting back into rhythm, Paul was distracted again by the sound of something alive in the pile of clothes.

Seeing Paul’s distraction, Bill quizzed, “are you not wearing the gadget anymore, Paul?”

“Well, no, Trainer Bill. Wearing it as a proper kilt, I didn’t have anywhere to put it.”

“Hold on, stop walking come here.”

Paul could hear frustration in Bill’s voice and quickly shuffled over. He could feel some anxiety rushing in as he realized he had done something to displease Bill.

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul asked timidly.

“Are you trying to tell me you are running commando at the moment?”

“Well, it’s a kilt, Trainer Bill, so I figured...”

“Paul, I need to make sure you are properly equipped for this training and that is one of the tools. Do you remove the training aid too??”

Reflexively reaching back to feel his ass, Paul responded, “oh, no, Trainer Bill, that’s still fully installed.”

“Well, that’s something. But I’m afraid you’re reaching its limitation, so I have other stages on the way,” Bill continued with his frustration, “however, the Gadget should be functioning as well and it won’t do any good if its on a counter and not on you.”

“But if wear something under the kilt, doesn’t that make it...” Paul weekly protested.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Paul!” Bill interjected, “that’s just a barroom Scott brag; you really think a highlander in deep winter was completely naked under a kilt?”

Paul meekly shook his head and shifted comfortably on his heels

“And I doubt you’d even consider teasing them about a ‘skirt’ as their kilt?? So go get the gadget and get it going. You’re wasting my time.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul responds and quickly shuffles off to repair the blunder. Pulling up his training thong over his sneakers and sliding it up under his kilt, he could feel it pressing into the training aid as he grabbed the gadget to install it.

Brushing down his kilt to ensure it was laying flat, he moved back over to present himself to Bill.

“Ready now, Trainer Bill.” Paul could then feel a reassuring <BUZZZ>.

Seeing his reaction, Bill could tell the Gadget was in place again. “Much better, Paulie.” Paul was almost euphoric to hear the tone shift in Bill’s voice.

“Now get that happy ass back on the treadmill and practice your swaying, Paulie.”

Eager to show Bill he could get this, Paul quickly turned and focused on the mirror as he started his strides before happily announcing, “yessir, Trainer Bill.”

A quick buzz invigorated Paul, as he focused on his hips, legs, and feet to get the look & stride he was looking for.

Bill was glad to see improvements, but still had some pieces around the smoothness and consistency that he needed to work on. However, with enough dedication and actually effort from Paul, these tools might almost get him into something semi useful in time.

Before too long, the session time was passed and it was time to close out.

“Alright, Paulie, that was good for a first session with the new technique. Let’s close it out.”

Stopping the machine, Paul almost skipped over to his spot hearing the praise from his training partner, “yessir, Trainer Bill!” He said plopping down; his kilt flying up landing over his shoes making an almost black wreth around him.

“Okay, there is definite progress and you seem to be getting the concept of the sway, so I think the kilt will be a good learning aid.”

Paul practically beamed at the praise, happy he could please Bill.

“However,” Paul almost instantly sunk as Bill continued with critiques, “there is still plenty of improvement to be had.”

“yes, trainer Bill.”

“Also, the sway is a good help, but I’ve been noticing the training aid’s effectiveness seems to be reducing over time and you are adapting to it; almost getting used to it and not noticing it.”

Paul shimmies a bit under his kilt and giggles, “oh, I notice it.”

Bill just glares at him.

“sorry, Trainer Bill,” responded sheepishly.

“Anyway, there should be some new training aids tomorrow to help advance stages for you and actually get you closer to where you need to be in time for the party.”

Paul’s eyes bugged out at the “advanced stage**S**” portion letting out a small whimper wondering what exactly Bill had planned.

“So we’ll be able to test out the first stage before the weekend and work through it next week.”

“yes, Trainer Bill,” Paul barely responded.

“Its good progress, Paulie; just got more to do, but I have faith. Take care!”

“bye, Trainer Bill”

After the session disconnected, Paul nearly shouted out, “MORE advanced stageS!! More than one????” Shifting uncomfortably, Paul put his sneakers & gadget away, and immediately went to go clean his training aid.

Examining the aid after cleaning it, he could tell it really wasn’t that big; thinner than his thumb and shorter than his middle finger, it really was kind of small. Maybe the next stages wouldn’t be that bad.

Getting some solace from that, he proceeded to put the clean apparatus away and put away the tartan kilts with the rest of his training gear while he put laundry through and cleaned up taking care of a few of the chores.

Looking at the clock he realized he had some time before Molly got home and he was getting pretty ripe. Having passed the 24hour post salon mark, he felt safe jumping in the shower to make himself fresh for Molly hoping she lives up to the note from this morning.

Using the good soap and skin conditioner from the salon, he got himself fully refreshed before stepping out of the shower and toweling off.

Just as he wrapped the towel around himself, he heard the front door open indicating someone’s arrival. Panic washed over him as he saw the coral thong peeking out from under the super short, neon orange tank top discarded over the kilt haphazardly next to the bed.