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A Wedding Fantasy

by Anon

Bored out of his head, a man meets a stranger at a wedding and has great time

It happened at his cousin's wedding. He didn't want to be there, hates weddings, but his wife made him go. As she was out on the lawn chatting with friends, he had already made up his mind to choke down the rest of his cake, find her, and tell her he was leaving. If she wasn't ready to go, she could just find another ride home later. That's what he would do all right.

Then he noticed a pretty woman from across the country club lawn. She was extraordinary, blonde hair entwined into a lazy French twist, dotted with babies' breath, softly rounded curves shaped in a tight midnight blue satin gown. It was her eyes that captured his full attention. They were locked on his!

He wondered for a moment if maybe they had met before, perhaps she knew his wife. No, he'd have remembered her. The stare was broken as a waitress offered him champagne. He accepted, took a sip, and turned back to her. She was closer now, easing her way toward him. He turned to see if she might be eyeing someone else, then was startled as she touched his sleeve.

"You're not having much fun here are you?"

He couldn't reply. She gently led him from the room while the band played "It Could Happen to You". He could not have imagined what was going to happen to him. Following her down a hallway off the ballroom, he became aware of her exotic perfume. He felt his navy blue Brooks Brothers suit becoming a little uncomfortable.

She opened a door marked "Ladies" and turned to him, "Weddings are kind of an aphrodisiac for me and you have such nice hands... I just thought... maybe... you could... "

He didn't need to let her finish to understand exactly what she was looking for. He was ready and willing. A deep groan escaped as he covered her mouth with his, wrapping his arms around her and letting his hands slide slowly downward.

He had forgotten his haste to leave, not to mention his wife. He cupped her breasts in his hands as he kissed each one through the thin gown. She sighed as a shiver of excitement crept up her spine. The band played "Embraceable You", and he intended to.

She sucked in her breath as he lifted her to sit on the pink ceramic tiled countertop between the sinks. The cold sent a shiver through her middle, enhancing her anticipated pleasure and causing her to become impatient.

She whispered to him, "I want you. Touch me."

Another groan as he slipped his hand under her dress. He found her hot and wet underneath the tiniest, silkiest panties he had ever laid fingers on. He teased her through them until she began to wiggle to assist him in discarding the unwanted barrier. The door opened, an expletive was muttered, and the door quickly shut again. Neither were aware. Gently, he stroked her woman's flesh. She saw stars.

Thoughts of her filled his mind. How soft and velvety and creamy she felt. It was enough to cause him to lose control right then. He noticed her little gasps as he dipped first one finger, then two into her depths and sliding them out again found her clit. The sweet torment was too much. She was squirming on the edge of the sink, on the edge of ecstasy.

He put his face under her dress. Used his tongue like she had never known was possible. Flicked it in and out of her sweetness and encircled her clit. He kept at it; God how she wished he would never stop! Then it happened. Suddenly, she was thrown into another dimension, ecstasy. She cried out to him. Her hot liquid center rushed to meet his hungry mouth. He drank all of her intoxicating liquor, lapping as she trembled with reverberating shock waves.

He helped her down from the sink and turned her around. Watching the expression on her face in the mirror, he thrust his hardness into her sanctuary. His hands were gently massaging her clit, intent on driving her crazy one more time. She moaned and he groaned, she cried out and, before he could realize his potential, she turned, knelt before him and took him into her mouth.

He shook. She sighed. His head bobbed in and out of her mouth in frantic thrusts. She massaged the base of his manliness and ran her pinkie up and down his sensuality. At last she found a snug place to rest it, sending him into uncontrollable spasms. She captured his hot lava, drinking every drop. They both collapsed to the floor, holding each other tightly, not believing what just took place.

When they had both regained their senses, he assisted her to her feet. He covered her mouth once again with his, tasted himself in her, and groaned as he felt himself becoming aroused again.

He helped her to straighten her dress. Her French twist hopelessly tousled. His mustache frosted with her sweet cream. The room smelled faintly of their lovemaking but they didn't seem to care who noticed. Her panties were forgotten as they turned to leave. He held the ladies' room door and they walked back down the hall silently savoring their last few moments together. As they reentered the reception area, the band played "Unforgettable". She was.

They were too spent to dance so they walked over to the table to get champagne. Looking up he noticed his wife making her way over to him. Dear God, he thought, was his shirt tucked in, his lapel straight? Was he wearing the same guilty grin this sex goddess next to him was? Were they standing too closely?

"I see you've met my old college roommate Sharon. I invited her to spend a couple of nights with us while she's in town. You don't mind, do you, darling?"

The guilty grin now replaced with calculating delight.

Posted on: 2011-02-23
Filed Under:Erotica
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