If you’re looking for lots ands of hard-core gay porn then I fear this story is going to disappoint you. It contains sex, certainly, but it’s mainly intended to be entertaining and erotic.

It was all my Aunt Mary’s doing really. She was in Edinburgh for a week, and my sister and I were spending an afternoon taking her around the city centre shops. Mary was in her mid 70’s and struggled a bit if she had to walk too much, so by the middle of the afternoon she was flagging and decided that she would treat us all to afternoon tea. However, she was quite clear that the delights of the shopping mall food court and other similar establishments in the city centre were not for her. She wanted a ‘proper’ tearoom with cake-stands, a real teapot, waitresses and, above all, something which she called ‘silver service’. Fortunately we were in the older part of the city by this point so I suggested that we go down to

‘Bonnie Prince Charlie’s Tearoom’, which wasn’t too far away down the Royal Mile. To be honest, I had never been in the place and wasn’t at all sure what sort of service they provided; ‘red’, ‘blue’, ‘green’, ‘silver’ – it was all the same to me really. I had passed it often enough, though, and it had always seemed to me to be one of those rather old-fashioned places with circular tables and things like cake-stands and teapots. Hopefully, this ‘silver service’ would be very much the order of the day in such an establishment.

We got to the door of the tearoom and it seemed to meet with Aunt Mary’s approval. On entering she positively beamed as she took in the d?r. It was a mixture of Jacobean and Victorian with a hint of Edwardian thrown in for good measure! The place was about half full and Mary’s smile
became even more radiant as she noted that every occupied table had a cake-stand firmly rooted in the centre. There were also teapots, sugar-bowls and milk-jugs, all of which appeared to be silver. We found an unoccupied table near the window and sat down. Mary, apparently slightly disappointed that she wasn’t going to have the chance to create a scene over the lack of cake-stands, muttered something about ‘hoping that they had proper waitresses and that it wasn’t one of these awful self-service places’.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. We had hardly had time to settle into our chairs when our ‘waitress’ came gliding up to our table to take our order. He was in his early twenties, tall and slim with blue eyes, short fair hair and a beautiful, slightly solemn expression! He was dressed in black trousers and a white shirt with a tartan bow tie. The shirt was one of those mostly nylon jobs that clearly showed his well-developed upper body muscles through it. If this was an essential feature of Silver
Service then I knew I was really going to enjoy it!

We ordered afternoon tea for three and the waiter busied himself setting the table. Afternoon tea at Bonnie Prince Charlie’s turned out to be quite a spread, which meant that our waiter had to make several trips to our table. On his third trip he brought the all-important, loaded cake-stand and it was while he was reaching over to place it on the table that I managed to catch his eye. I smiled and he smiled back. The slightly sad expression gave way to a beautiful, warm grin, which spread across his entire face. It only stayed there for a few moments but I had seen enough to know that I desperately wanted to find out what might make this young man smile some more. I spent some time debating inwardly as to what
would be the best way to go about it!

While we enjoyed our tea, our waiter was kept busy serving the other customers. The place was getting busier by the minute. Every time he appeared I couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at him. I noticed that when I did so he always appeared to be glancing in my direction at the same time. Probably just wishful thinking on my part, I thought.

‘What was that, dear?’ I heard Aunt Mary say. Oops! I must have been getting carried away with the situation and thinking out loud. ‘What’s “just
wishful thinking”?’ she persisted.

‘Oh, nothing really … just something that was in my mind.’ Neither my sister nor my Auntie Mary knew anything about my sexual preference and I certainly wasn’t about to enlighten them.

It had been a long day walking round the city shops and we were all tired, especially Mary, so we lingered over tea, enjoying the break from our shopping exertions. This suited me fine since it gave me all the more opportunity to observe this particularly attractive waiter in action.Having consumed the contents of the teapot – was it really silver? – and decided that we would all benefit from more tea it was left to me to
summon the waiter to our table once again to order another pot.

‘Certainly, Sir’

Was it my imagination or was his voice just a touch camp? He brought another pot of tea and then moved on to a nearby table to deal with a request from the occupants there. It was at this point that I excused myself, stood up and went over to the table to which the waiter was attending. I stood and waited for him to finish and then, when he turned round, I asked him where the ‘gents’ was.

‘Just down those stairs, sir.’ He pointed to a staircase at the side of the room. I had already seen both the staircase and the sign saying ‘gentlemen’ on the wall at the top of it
but I wanted to ensure that our waiter was aware that I was headed in that direction..

‘Ah, yes, thank you.’

I made my way over to the staircase and started down.