It had been a great year for the club. We had celebrated our 50th anniversary, and had just got a great crop of young athletes beginning to show their potential.
None more so than Ella and Natalie Jennings, twenty- and eighteen-year-old sisters. Both had been selected to represent Britain, in their respective age groups (under-23 and under-20), having won their national titles at the middle distance 800 m and 1500 m events.
Ella had also narrowly missed out on her first Senior vest, having come third in the Senior final, thus missing out on a trip to Ostrava for the European Championships.
The club were very proud of both of them, the first from our club to achieve National honours. We were even more proud when we learned that they had been nominated for age group awards and as a result, the club had been nominated for Best Club.
The Awards evening was to be held in a top hotel about 50 miles away, so without a thought the club booked a table of ten so the coaches, and Ella and Natalie could attend.
We were even more excited when we heard that the recently retired Olympic athlete Maggie Fields, was going to be the Guest of Honour. She had been a great favourite of mine, and I would be lying if I said I hadn't had a carnal thought or two about having her long willowy body lying under mine as I pumped my hard eight inches in and out of her bald pussy.
I had a vivid imagination!
Eventually, the big night came round, but to my sheer stupidity, I had arranged another appointment for the following morning, therefore I would have to curtail my celebrations whatever the outcome. As a result, I decided to drive myself through so I could disappear off early, should I decide to.
I arrived at the hotel early, dressed to the nines in my kilt. I planned to wait in the bar until nearer the time before finding my club mates.
However, as I stepped into the lift in the underground carpark, a voice called out asking to hold the doors. I was completely stunned when Maggie Fields rushed into the lift, crashing into me. Wrapping my arms around her to stop her from falling, we staggered back into the lift.
"Oooops, sorry!" Maggie gushed, as we untangled each other.
"My... pleasure," I managed to mumble back, completely starstruck.
The door closed and the lift began to rise towards the reception floor that I had selected.
"Which... em... floor?" I managed to ask, just as the lift reached my floor and the doors opened.
"This will do lovely," Maggie replied, consciously eyeing me up and down, "Looking good, better go and get my glad rags on!" as she disappeared out of the lift towards the reception desk.
I stood in the lift, for what felt like minutes until the doors began to close and I jumped out. I was cursing myself for being so inept, as I made my way to the bar and had a gin and tonic to steady my nerves.
As I sat sipping my drink, I minutely remembered our meeting. If it was the closest contact I had with my dream, I wanted to remember it completely.
Maggie had appeared like just any ordinary woman in her late-thirties. Dressed in skinny jeans, tucked into little brown kitten boots, and a baggy white t-shirt, she could easily have walked down any High Street unnoticed. Unless you had been watching her perform for the last fifteen years.
She had her long light brown hair up in a ponytail as well, which seemed to accentuate her long slender neck. In addition, those skinny jeans really showed off her long slender legs, topped off with a really pert bum. Her baggy t-shirt hid her upper womanly charms, but having watched her compete in tight bra tops, I knew how she was stacked.
As I sipped my drink, I began to picture Maggie naked once again, and I was grateful that I had decided to be a real Scotsman, and that the weight of my sporran, helped hide my carnal thoughts.
About fifteen minutes before the event was due to start, I headed through to the hotel's massive Ballroom, where the dinner and event was to take place. As I approached the doors of the Ballroom, the lifts on the opposite side of the wide hallway opened, and out strode Maggie, now in her 'glad rags'.
What a transformation.
She was now wearing a long flowing emerald, green silk dress. To say it was close fitting would be an understatement, as it hugged her body like the tightest lycra bodysuit you have ever seen. It moulded round her 32C breasts and down over her taught flat abdomen and then appeared to be put under great strain as it stretched round her hips and that pert bum once again, before billowing out to flow like water round her long slim legs and her silver three-inch stiletto sandals.
She still had her hair up in a ponytail with large silver hoop earrings finishing off her look.
Absolutely stunning!
I had been in the process of opening the door to wander into the Ballroom when she had walked out of the lift. And I still stood holding the door open as she strode in past me, my mouth must have been hanging open.
"Hello again!" she breathed, as she swept past me and into the room.
My eyes watched her every movement. I might have been frozen to the spot, but my eyes had taken everything in. Maggie was braless, the faintest sign of nipples showing through the fine silk material.
And the way the material hugged her hips and bum, there was no way she could even be hiding the tiniest thong without something being visible.
I could feel a rush of blood once again.
I found my club mates. To our disappointment, we had been given a table tucked away over towards one of the walls. We hoped it wasn't going to be an indication of what was to come.
After my encounter with Maggie, I was equally delighted to discover that Ella and Natalie also had their 'glad rags' on and were looking fabulous.
Ella was wearing a classic little black number, a very tight-fitting black sheath-like dress that only came down to her mid-thigh, that was also backless but had a high neckline thus moulded over her small 32B breasts.
Her sister Natalie also had a tight mid-thigh length dress on, but in a deep red colour, but with thin straps over her shoulders, it was quite low-cut revealing the tops of her similarly sized 32B breasts. Both girls had their long shoulder-length hair cascading down over their shoulders and could easily have been mistaken for twins.
The meal was excellent, considering they were catering for over five hundred guests, and there was plenty wine available for those who were drinking it. After my earlier gin and tonic, I was now on the sparkling water, but that did not curtail my enjoyment of the event.
After the meal came the highly anticipated awards. As the compere worked his way through the different categories, Maggie was there to hand over the trophies and give the recipients a little peck on the check. I was grinning broadly, hoping that I would get one too.
Unfortunately, it was not to be, for either the club, or the girls. We all lost out to very strong competition, so in the end we were actually very grateful to have been nominated in the first place.
Now it was time for the dancing. The floor soon filled, and a good time was being had by all.
Having spent about fifteen minutes on the floor, and wearing a kilt, you get pretty hot. So, I wandered back to our table to have a drink and a cool down.
