walking down Duke Street

Elspeth stood at the top of Duke Street looking down, south east. The beach was at the end though she couldn’t see it yet. What she wanted to see was a beautiful black man in need of a Scottish girl to enjoy. Elspeth had never felt like this, she was completely on heat and she adored how her whole body fluttered; her cunt was juiced and her cunt lips were thick and spread and so tender that she could hardly walk.

Elspeth looked delicious, tight white blouse, three buttons now undone revealing a large amount of her fabulous, heavy white breasts.They were so white and pale, she even had a few freckles at the top of her chest. Pale white and quite bounteous, Elspeth loved how men ogled them and now, she was displaying more of her cleavage in public than she had ever done before. And, her mini skirt was the shortest that she had; the hemline was much closer to her vagina than her knees and those black tights certainly made her look the perfect slut, showing the feminine shape of her legs quite beautifully.

Never before had she dressed like this, and in Golspie too! Someone was bound to see her, but she was beyond caring. She was looking gorgeous and she needed interracial sex from a black Somalian refugee, she needed to welcome him, she needed to show him that Somalia and Scotland could become one in sex, and she wanted Somalia to flood her, to fucking use her, to copulate in her, on the beach, this morning, now.

Elspeth walked slowly down Duke Street, looking at each house wondering if Somalians were inside; she tenderly moved her fingers over her left breast, stimulating her nipple, bringing her the pleasure that momentarily caused her to almost stumble and lean on the wall to her right for support. She was edging close to orgasm, and all she had done was dress to attract a Somalian invasion of her pretty Scottish cunt. She hadn’t seen an African prince yet!

All this in public. She was fucking ripe as never before.

But as yet, she was alone.

Looking ahead, she saw some people, perhaps a family; it was a black family, she was certain, yes, it was! It was a black family and her breath quickened and her heart rate pounded, and her nipples ached to be free of her bra, free of her blouse and Elspeth would have loved to cast off both and feel the sea air, she was less than a couple of hundred yards from the beach, on her sensitive teats and heavy, bountiful breasts. Oh my goodness, it was the Somalis, she had seen them, she had accomplished the first step! OMG! She wanted the black man of the family on her, of my goodness she wanted him IN her!

she had to compose herself, she was shaking, trembling!

Elspeth knew that she couldn’t throw herself at the man, from what she could see, there was the man, his wife and their three young children, oh she wanted to have a black child like that! Proof of her obedience to a majestic African cock! But no, she couldn’t approach them openly seeking sex with the man. But she could befriend them, and the man may note her as a possible sexual mate, or they could commend her to a single Somalian man.

Walking towards them, she began to button up her blouse, attempting to look a little less like a white Scottish whore to the Somalian family.

A noise behind her caused her to look around.

Behind her was a black Somalian man. An older black Somalian man. And he was staring at her with wonder. Elspeth guessed that he’d been staring at her bum, her mini skirt was that short, that he would have been able to perhaps see her bottom cheeks beneath the tartan pleats.

Elspeth’s father had no idea that his daughter owned such a short skirt, and her mother knew, and unknown to Elspeth, loved that she was wearing it this morning. Elspeth thought she had got out of the house without her mother seeing her, but she saw her, and went into the bathroom, and masturbated quite deliciously.

He was perhaps 65, small and slim and seemed transfixed by Elspeth. She smiled at him and waved to him. She was thrilled and anxious, he was old, but he was black, male and alone. Could this be the man who offered Elspeth her first chance of interracial nirvana? She'd imagined a Somali around her own age, but why not an older man?

He waved a nervous wave and smiled back and didn’t seem in any hurry to join the family. Indeed, was it his family? Elspeth sheepishly smiled and looked at the trees, the ground, the sky and finally him as he walked towards her.

Then, emboldened, she looked straight at him as she undid two blouse buttons, and smiling, posed for him, resisting the temptation to show him her tits, though he could clearly see that she was quite generously endowed.

Despite not seeing as much of her as the man enjoyed on the bus, he was as transfixed by her as the man from the bus was. He thought her the answer to all his dreams, the beautiful white woman he had repeatedly wanked to in his dreams, the most delicious woman that he had seen in his 72 years, and she had red hair! Did she have red hair between her legs? He couldn't think straight, less than a week in this new country and already he had encountered what all had spoken of in Somalia, a white woman seemingly wishing to meet him! he actually looked behind him to check whether a boyfriend was behind him, and she was waving to him and not himself! but no, no other man was present, this white beauty was indeed waving and looking at him!

Could he believe his eyes? Her skirt was only an inch or two above her cunt!