0 comments/ 37471 views/ 0 favorites The Wedding Guest By: captivate The day of the wedding finally arrived. A day of happiness and joy and love. Everyone she knew would be there and Allison had been looking forward to seeing them. Allison had been so happy to be invited. She went out and purchased finery a little above her budget, but how often does your favorite cousin get married? She had been looking forward to the wedding for months. Her sweetheart, Gary, was going with her, meeting most of her family for the first time. She was so pleased. This relationship was working, it actually looked like there might be a wedding in her future too. Then, about a month before the wedding, Gary left her. He said there was too much out there for him to settle down. He said that he felt someone else might meet his needs better. He said that she wasn't enough for him. Allison was planning to not attend the wedding rather than go alone. But her cousin, the beautiful bride, insisted she come. So, Allison gave herself a lecture on the wonders of being single and agreed to be present. Of course, the day of the wedding was perfect. How could it be otherwise? Allison woke up late that day, dreading the ceremony ahead. She spent the afternoon doing all the things people do on weekends, catching up on all the errands that wait all week. Finally, it was time to dress for the wedding. It almost hurt, laying out the finery she had purchased with Gary in mind. The lovely lingerie, the garter belt and sheer hosiery, the exquisite gown. Allison took a long bath, soaking in vanilla bubbles and relaxing. She gave herself little talks about the upcoming night and the possibilities ahead. She ran her newly manicured nails over her nipples, feeling them tighten and get bumply. She wondered again what Gary had wanted, why she wasn't enough for him. She looked down at her breasts, with their rosy nipples, and found them acceptable. She was short, petite, nicely shaped. Her hair was dark brown and long, with a tendency to curl. Her eyes were her best feature, dark brown and fringed in thick lashes. She smiled a lot, giggled a lot. She was one of those people who were honored in high school for friendliness, spirit and pep. As she did her inventory, her hands wandered over her body, dwelling on the warm area between her legs. She had thick, brown curlies and her fingers played with them, allowing them to wrap around the tips. She combed through her softness, her finger just lightly tracing the slit she found there. As she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her fingers, she thought about how long a month was, how long she had been without her lover. Her fingers moved over her slit, felt it swelling and opening, felt herself getting ready for...something. She could almost pretend that Gary was here, that Gary was touching her, finding her clit, helping her reach that point. Her finger delved deeper, feeling the warmth and pinkness of her soft inner lips. One finger, moving up and down, slowly feeling and massaging all that wonderfully receptive pinkness. It took her such a short time, she was so needy. She felt her body tightening and her legs locking in place, then she felt the explosion she was seeking. She lost all awareness of her surroundings, knowing only that she needed to come, to feel the warmth that followed. She stretched out in the tub, enjoying the afterglow, lightly continuing to stroke her clit and caress her soft mound. As her breathing returned to normal, Allison finished bathing and stepped from the tub. She dried her relaxed body and sprayed her vanilla scent on her warm, still moist skin. Then she went to dress. She was really glad she had spent more than necessary on the wedding finery. It was truly lovely and elegant. She slipped into cream panties, all satin and lace. Next, the cream garter belt, which was a new experience for her. She finally figured out how to wear it and fastened the pale ivory stockings to the dangling clips. She added the satin slip, with the delicate lace inserts and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her nipples were not covered, the dress did not allow for a bra. Her nipples were still slightly puffy from earlier, a pretty rosy color against her pale skin. She released the clips holding her hair and felt it tumble onto her bare shoulders. She made tiny braids and brought them around to the back of her head, fastening it with a sparkly barette. She really didn't wear much makeup and didn't intend to tonight, either. Her cheeks were still flushed from her bath, so she just added a little blush and lip gloss, pleased with the results. Finally, her dress. It was a periwinkle blue, gossamer and sparkly. It was fitted in the bodice, high in the front, skimming down to just below her waist in the back. The skirt was full, made for dancing, whirling around with a handsome man in a magical evening. At least, that is what she thought when she found the dress. Still, it made her smile. The fabric was so wonderful, the color extraordinary. She felt like a fairy creature in this dress, and could feel her soft hair brushing her back as she walked. She had also purchased dainty silver sandals, slightly higher than she usually wore, because Gary was so tall. She stopped herself from thinking about him. There would be many men there tonight, and most of them would be tall and handsome. The world was full of wondrous possibilities! The wedding was so beautiful. The church was glowing with candles and soft lighting. The bride looked like a princess, meeting her prince. The vows they exchanged had been written by the couple and told their love story. It seemed as if everyone was touched, moved by the love so present before them. Allison was no different. She stood in the church, first watching the guests and then the lovely bride. She listened to the words of love and commitment that the newlyweds exchanged. She envied them. She wished them every happiness. She wished it were her. After the ceremony, all the guest went to the elite Country Club for the reception. It was a gorgeous spring night, and the grounds looked like a fairy land. There were thousands of tiny white lights twinkling in the trees. It looked as if nature herself cooperated, flowers were in full bloom, perfuming the air with their delicate scents. The guests were all dressed so elegantly, a wedding always bringing out the best in people. She stood smiling as the couple danced their first as man and wife. They were so obviously in love, so happy. Soon, others joined them on the dance floor and the party began. Allison moved to the table, finding her place card and settling down to watch the happy people again. As she felt tears gathering in her eyes, seeing the twinkling lights become even more magical, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see the most beautiful hazel eyes she had ever gazed into. They were in a smiling face of a very pleasant looking man, who was asking her to dance. He held out his hand to her and she placed hers in it. As she stood, she was glad she had worn heels, her escort was extremely tall. He introduced himself as William, a good friend of the groom. They made small talk as they danced to the love ballads being played. Allison found herself having a good time. William was sweet and intelligent and very charming. She giggled at much of what he said and he seemed to enjoy her company as well. His large, warm hand was on her back, on the bare skin that seemed to tingle from his touch. She felt sure that his hand print would forever be engraved on her skin. As they danced, he whirled her around, as if she were lighter than air, her full skirt swirling around their legs. She felt quite glamorous. William was very attentive, listening with his head bent, to all she said. Sometimes, he just held her against his firm body, as if she were a rare and precious person. Once, between dances, he disappeared for a few minutes, but came right back to her before the music started. They sipped some champagne, actually quite a lot of champagne, as they waltzed. The dancing and swirling, combined with the champagne, made Allison light-headed and flushed. Dinner was announced and William guided her to her table. Amazingly, the place card right next to hers belonged to William. He smiled sheepishly and happily sat beside her. As they ate, Allison felt a warmth developing in her heart for this man. He told her he practiced law and began talking about some of his cases, and she saw what a good and kind person he was. The rest of the evening passed so quickly. Allison had expected to be so uncomfortable here alone, and instead she had a wonderful companion. She felt the tingle in her body, not quite recognizing it for what it was. After spending the entire meal completely captivated by his company, Allison realized what was happening. She really wanted this man. She wanted to spend the rest of the evening with him, the rest of her life perhaps. William asked to drive her home. She happily consented. The conversation continued all the way home. At her door, he bent to kiss her goodnight, a sweet kiss on her forehead. And then another on her nose. A third on her cheek. Finally, he moved to kiss her mouth and she felt herself surrendering to him. He opened the door without ever moving his lips from hers. They stepped inside together, their bodies pressed together, their lips joined. She stood before him as he undressed her, smiling at her lingerie. Then she helped him, removing all the finery and just admiring him. They stood together for a minute and then moved to her bedroom. Together they pulled down the comforter, together they stood, allowing the excitement to build until they had to touch, to know one another. They snuggled on the bed, holding each other and kissing. Their hands wandered as far as possible, the first touch of new lovers, feeling and exciting and learning. The kisses continued, with pauses for one or the other to just pull back and look, just appreciate the body of the other. His hands followed her curves, her palms traced his ribs and soft chest hair. The kisses grew bolder, the exploration grew more intense. Allison wanted him, wanted to make love to him. She kissed his face, his neck, his chest. Her mouth moved slowly over his erect nipples, hearing him moan as she kissed and nipped each one. Lower still, she kissed his tummy and traced his line of hair as it indicated just where she should be going. Her mouth made love to him, her hands constantly moving, searching. His cock was hard and throbbing, bobbing before her, teasing her, begging her to kiss him. Allison opened her mouth, her hungry mouth, and took him deep into her heat. He tensed, moaned and started moving his hips toward her, urging her to take more, do more. She slowly moved her lips down his hard shaft, engulfing him as she started a slow, sucking motion. His hands were in her hair, he said her name repeatedly as she moved her head up and down, while creating suction that drove him wild. She loved his taste. She buried his nose in his curlies, inhaling his scent and kissing his balls. Ah, he liked that. She continued nuzzling his wrinkled sacs, licking them and giving them occasional tender pokes with her tongue. She sucked one into her mouth, thoroughly enjoying the fullness, warming it, only to let it pop out as she captured the other. She could hear him saying "Please, please" as she made love to him. His hands reached down and pulled her to him. He kissed her mouth, his tongue playing with hers, his hands caressing her cheeks. He rolled her over, until he loomed above her, kissing her still. Her thighs spread and her small hand reached out and captured his cock, directing it to her needy mound. She rubbed herself with his cockhead, feeling it separate her curlies, her slit. She held him firmly as she continued moving him up and down, deeper and deeper with each stroke, until the velvety head of his cock was rubbing directly on her clit. He could feel it, peeking out from the soft pink around it, looking for him, seeking his sleek, wet head. She slid him down her slit until he felt her opening, felt himself on the precipice of entering her, then she moved him back up until he was rubbing her clit, making her moan and catch her breath. He was incredibly excited to feel her pleasuring herself with him, no woman had ever done that before. Her fingers massaged his shaft as she used him to arouse herself further. He could hear her breathing hard, feel her heart against his chest, hear her moans and guttural noises. She took him down into her pussy, thrusting her hips against him, then just as quickly, she pulled his cock out and rubbed her fingers up and down his slick skin. She continued this game, using him for her own pleasure, yet pleasuring him until she was dripping with excitement. She guided him to her clit, up and down it, flicking it with his cockhead, circling it, moaning and wrapping her legs around his hips. Her eyes closed, she licked her lips and her hand moved him faster and faster. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked directly into his. She told him she was going to come and instructed him to fuck her hard as soon as he felt her orgasm. William had never been with a woman so sure of herself, so open with her desires. He smiled at her and told her he was ready, he wanted to fuck her now. Her hand was wrapped around him, moving him so fast on her erect clit, he could imagine it a blur. He felt her body tense, he felt her suddenly stop rubbing and hold herself perfectly still. Her orgasm started so deep within her, sending heat radiating throughout her body, making a cry deep in her throat, her face tight. And then she came, her hips bucking against him, her hand clenching his back as her other hand held tightly to his nearly exploding cock. She released him then and he drove himself deep into her pussy, thrusting until he met the resistance of her cervix. Her hot cunt throbbed around him, milking him, fucking him. He began thrusting deep into her, setting up a rhythm with her orgasmic waves. Her legs tightened around him and she brought his mouth down to hers, simulating the thrusts with her tongue. She begged him to come now, to fill her with come. It was all he could take, and William exploded so deep within her. He felt the come as he filled her, he felt her pulsing pinkness holding him and squeezing the last drops from him. He was overwhelmed by the intensity of it. Now his kisses became soft and loving. Her fingers became gentle and tender. They held each other close as they relaxed against each other. They slept. The Wedding Guest Weddings are strange events as they bring together groups of people who have little or nothing in common with each other to celebrate the joining together of a couple that even some of the guests may barely know. I have been to the weddings of cousins who I last met before puberty, where it has been so long since we last met that we didn’t recognise each other. Similarly there are the work colleagues; these can be just as bad. A collection of people who only have work as a link, that’s a pretty tenuous connection and once you add partners then the mix is even more unfamiliar. It does have one distinct advantage. At a family wedding where cousins of either sex are not always obvious then you could end up snogging or worse (better?), a blood relative. I’m not of hillbilly stock so that has never appealed to me. The works wedding brings together strangers who can part of strangers so if you do hit on somebody then … well no cousins and hopefully no repercussions. Denise was only part time at the library, a mousy little girl who rarely mixed, so it was something of a surprise when I received an invitation to her wedding. I have to honest and say that my first inclination was to politely refuse, and then I saw that the venue was at the Heights, only the plushest hotel in the city. I had been looking for an excuse to spend an evening there and mousy Denise had provided me with the opportunity. So I accepted but only after booking a double room for the night. I had a great plan of a re-run of our wedding night (minus Jeff’s intervention). I even checked out a rather sexy nightdress together with a new evening outfit including a gorgeous set of undies. Men never quite understand that undies are more than just sexy; they can make you feel so feminine. The one thing that I hadn’t checked (showing how single minded I can be) was Charlie. Now most husbands spend their weekends with their wives and families but Charlie had one of those jobs that occasionally kept him away. Charlie works for an IT company and despite his easy going nature he is apparently a killer project manager and so is in real demand. In fact I know that he’s good at his job, we met when he was installing a new computer system in the city libraries but that’s another story. So of course the weekend of Denise’s wedding Charlie just had to be going ’live’. I sat and listened to his explanation, which was an honest and good one, and none to quietly cursed him for how he’d ruined my plans. Of course if I’d been honest it was my fault, but I have never accepted the blame if I can find a scapegoat. Charlie has become my favourite scapegoat, a fact made worse by the crazy way that he happily accepts the blame and thus negates my anger. I scowled my way through a team meeting and then face Chrissie’s cross examination. Chrissie is my confidante and because she has that sort of mind, believes that everything has a sexual cause. I told her my problems of a decent cup of coffee which I made her buy as an exchange for the info. She looked mildly disappointed which was her own fault. “No chance of Charlie getting the weekend off?” “He’ll get a 10k bonus if everything goes according to plan.” I confided. “I wouldn’t even think of asking him, that sort of monies to much to ignore.” “Cancel?” She suggested. “I don’t want to.” I whinged. “Alright, come with me and Tom and snuggle up to a vibrator.” She had to bring sex into it. “You do have a vibrator don’t you?” She probed. “I could lend you one?” “After where you have put it … fuck off.” I laughed. So I went to the wedding with Chrissie and her husband, Tom’s cool and on a few occasions we have made a foursome (not that type), Tom and Charlie get on, I like that as left to his own devises he’d never leave the house. We drank, danced a little, drank some more. I wasn’t the only single woman there, but I didn’t appreciate the girlie dance circles. I’d given up on those at university. A couple of guys tried to hit on me, but they weren’t anything and I wasn’t stupid enough to start anything in the middle of the reception, besides, neither of them hit my button and if you don’t hit that then you don’t hit anything else. I am selective. Eventually Chrissie and Tom cleared off, by the look on her face I guessed that Tom was in for an active night, lucky cow. I downed another drink and was about to wander off to a big and lonely bed. “Buy you another?” The voice was cool and calm and very masculine. I looked up and wasn’t disappointed. The voice belonged to six foot of Latino male, mid twenties, slim, dark eyes and air and very very fuckable, somewhere between my legs a bell rang. “Bacardi breezer.” I offered my empty glass; if he could have understood symbolism he’d have been perfect. He returned with the drink and seated himself besides me. I wondered briefly if anyone had noticed how I was been hit on by a gorgeous hunk. We exchanged first names, I was Paula and he was Carlos, very Latino, in passing I wondered which side of the wedding he was on, bride or grooms. Also I hadn’t noticed him before; there hadn’t been that many guests. We traded trivia and he brought in another round of drinks, then the band started playing slow numbers, the type where you dance touching. Carlos looked at me. “Can we dance?” I did hesitate but only to glance around the room, there was hardly anyone left and nobody who I recognised. “Why not.” I said, switching on my brightest smile. In my heels I was about five seven so we almost danced face to face. I can dance it was something my mother had insisted upon when my sisters and myself were kids. Carlos could cruise, he moved well but you’d have been challenged to recognise the actual dance. Still it didn’t matter, we moved around the almost deserted floor without standing on each others feet or tripping up. I was impressed that the dancing had been dancing and not a furtive attempt to grope me, that impression lasted until the final dance, when the band leader dimmed the lights so far that it was almost lights out. Carlos tried to kiss me and on about the third attempt our mouths met. I have probably said that I like kissing and Carlos could kiss. Somehow the hand that had rested in the small of my back found its way to brush against my boobs and then my bum in the space of the kiss. “You are beautiful.” He murmured into my ear. It was nice of him to say so, but I know that I’m not beautiful, just pretty, and I wasn’t putting up much of a fight, yet. It was reaching the point that either we went somewhere or just parted as friends. The dance stopped and the lights, after a ten second pause, sprang back into life. It was almost dazzling and we made our way back to our table with spots in front of our eyes. There was that awkward moment, the one where each waits for the other to say something, sometimes this kills the moment and to avoid this, I speak. I normally expect the man to take some of the initiative but Carlos seems a bit tongue tied. “I have a room booked.” It’s about as obvious as you can get and if Carlos can’t understand the implication then I’ll be better off cuddling the spare pillow. His face widens and he displays a set of perfect set of teeth. “There is no one waiting for you?” He glances towards my wedding ring. “Tonight I’m single.” I’m not going to say that I wasn’t excited, I was in control and the squishy feeling I had between my legs didn’t drive me to mouth rape him in the lift. We were both adults and knew what was going to happen so there was no need to act like excited kids. We did kiss in the lift but we kept our hands away from the obvious places. I do have a fantasy about fucking in a lift, but in one of those glass ones that travel up and down the outside of the building. Still as we reached my floor I couldn’t resist having a little groin level squeeze. He wasn’t John Holmes (remember him???) but neither was he the proverbial midget, there was more than enough to keep me amused, there was just the simple question, did he know how to use it. We made it to the suite in silence. After all we knew nothing about each other so short of discussing fuck techniques there were nothing to say. I was wearing a clinging black dress that almost reached my knee’s, showed off my butt and made the most of my boobs. As it was so clingy I opted for a soft bra and thong as I felt that a VPL wasn’t done at a wedding. I flicked off my shoes, instantly shortening my height by the better part of three inches, and made for the refrigerated bar. I’d bought a decent bottle of wine with me and it would be chilled top perfection. I was also making a statement, this wasn’t a rip my knickers off quickie. Carlos was still in his jacket and looking around him like a spare part. “Not staying?” I said with what I hoped was a teasing smile in my voice. “Take your jacket off and your shoes (I hate men walking around in shoe’s, it’s like they aren’t staying) and relax, we have all night … don’t we?” I experience a slight fear, has he got a wife and five kids waiting for him? I have plans for the night and not the next twenty minutes. “All night, we have all night.” He grins and flicks off his shoes. I experience a delicious shiver, one that starts in my throat, moves through my nipples and ends on the tip of my clitoris, it is that good. I pour the wine and hand Carlos his, another, you don’t just fuck me statement. There’s another of those laboured silences and I just begin to wonder if he can string a sentence together I have pampered myself with the suite and privately hope that Charlie never sees just how much one night has cost, apart for the usual facilities there is a small balcony and we found ourselves out there. The night is still warm, it is mid summer which could bring day time temperatures in the nineties and even now you could sit outside in comfort. Nothing has happened between us, we having been playing a game of tease and opportunity and now it seemed that I had presented him with an opportunity he couldn’t resist. Carlos stood behind me, so close that all I had to do was sway backwards and my butt was pushing into his groin. A nice experience and Carlos responded by stroking my bare arms, before planting a kiss on my equally bare neck, another nice experience. He kissed me again and this time his hands stroke my boobs. I shiver and not through the cold. Another kiss and now my bum gets the same treatment. He’s methodical I’ll give him that. I try to turn around but Carlos wedges me against the balcony, so short of throwing me off the dam thing Carlos has the bright idea of screwing me from the rear. Well it isn’t my preference but it’ll do for a start, satisfy a man’s fantasy and he’s putty (I hope not) in your hands. I feel my dress being slowly worked up my thighs; I give another wriggle of encouragement. Charlie says that my laugh is almost musical, I don’t know about that and he’s never said what instrument but knowing Charlie I reckon it’ll be something light. Anyway I start to laugh, softly as Carlos’s hands ease my dress up and over my buttocks. I hope that he appreciates the view. I’m wearing a dark thong and I guess he’ll only discover my underwear by touch. I keep wriggling and resolve to say nothing unless he tries to bum fuck me, there is no way he or anyone else is going near my arse. “You are beautiful.” He murmurs. There he goes again. Why do men insist on telling you things that they think will flatter you when you’ve already signalled your availability? I would much sooner be told that I have a great arse than I’m beautiful. I wriggle my arse again and grind backwards until I feel a very hard lump pressed against my buttocks. “What’s that?” I laugh. I’m tempted to reach behind and have a more substantial feel but why should I, this is Carlos’s play. At last hands on my buttocks and then between my cheeks, I open my stance and feel his fingers as the trace a route along the entrance to my slit, he has sensitive fingers and no sharp nails. You men have no idea how sensitive a woman is between her legs. He pulls the thong aside and a finger slides over the opening to my sex, it’s joined by another. I flex my hips in answer to his probing and a low soft moan escapes my closed lips. I forget my resolve and reach behind for his cock, a fumble and a tug and I’ve got my fingers wrapped about his dick, its big enough and hard enough which says everything. “Put something on that.” I grunt. “Si!” He grunts back. The sensation of a dick sliding into you can’t be described; you’re being violated and worshiped at the same time, the pain is real and physical, no matter how lubricated you are, it still hurts. But that isn’t what you remember; it’s the sensation of joining, your body and your lovers, together. Carlos doesn’t waste time, a minute after my suggestion he’s buried deep inside me. “So good.” He cries and I agree. I rotate my hips, screwing his dick and he cries out, for an awful moment I think he’s coming, but he doesn’t. He just carries out pounding me, I’d never say that his technique is subtle but it works. “Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! … Uhh! …Ahhhhhhhhhh!” That’s me, grunting to match the beat of his dick. He lasts for ever, or so I think. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!... Ahhhhhhhhhh!... Ahhhhhhhhhh!... Ahhhhhhhhhh!...” Now I’m going into overdrive, the moment when my body stops listening to me and has its own agenda. Carlos gets the message; he bangs into me even faster and is swearing (I think) in Spanish. I don’t care as suddenly I’m screaming into the night sky as my orgasm starts. Carlos carries on but not for long, he starts to shudder and then I can feel him begin to pump his sperm into the head of the condom. It triggers a second, smaller orgasm of my own. I have always found a man’s moment exciting and Carlos is no different to the rest. He starts to stoke my bottom, still muttering in Spanish. “I don’t understand.” I breathe. “Speak English.” “I was saying that you have a great butt.” He’s still stoking me whilst his dick is quietly slipping from me. As it does Carlos tries to finger me again. “Easy, a girl can get sore, and why don’t you let me up.” I don’t bother with the nightdress, after all Carlos has already fucked me so why try and be coy and romantic. We both know what’s expected for what’s left of the night. We fuck twice more, this time in bed, once with me on my back and once more from the rear. Carlos proves to have a hard dick and very little imagination and even less small talk. Still when I awake in the morning I’m disappointed to find him gone and forgive me but the next thing that I did was check my purse. It hadn’t been opened and my cash, cards and personal details are all in situ. I have the suite until mid-day so decide to pamper myself some more. I order the five star breakfast (screwing makes me hungry) and then shower whilst I waiting for it to arrive. It’s a glorious morning and I eat breakfast on the balcony. The moods only spoilt by the maid turning up to clean the room and change the sheets. I let her do the latter and she promises to leave the rest until after I have left. She has only removed the sheets when I receive an unexpected visitor. “Got a cup for me?” I jump out of my seat, Charlie is in the doorway, and he’s unshaven and dishevelled. “What’s wrong?” He smiles. “I thought you’d be pleased to see me … how was the wedding?” He pulls up a chair and helps himself to my coffee. “Wedding was fine … I thought you were tied up all weekend.” My minds racing, trying to think if any evidence of Carlos is left. The condoms are flushed away, the beds now changed. I can’t think of anything but the thought that only a couple of hours ago I was being screwed by Carlos makes me shiver. I was that close to have been discovered. “Things went real smooth so I went for it, worked through the night and here I am, tired and hungry.” I order another breakfast and then we chat, about the wedding, the bride, his project, though I don’t understand half of what he says. He says that he needs a shower and I leave him to it, thankful that Carlos had decided to sneak out on me; there is just the chance that he’ll come back but I try to forget about that. Charlie returns looking fresher and holding up the fancy nightwear. “Is this yours?” “Of course, unless I have an invisible girlfriend.” I say lightly and then spot the serious look in his eyes. “I bought it for the weekend, for us. I haven’t worn it yet, didn’t seem right, not without you.” He tosses it towards me. “Try it on and how long have we got the room for?” I trip inside the room, draw the curtains and exchange the dressing gown for the nightwear, complete with matching knickers. “Come in.” I call. The curtains billow and Charlie appears, he smiles. “You look gorgeous … now the room?” I pull a face. “Until mid-day, less than an hour.” I have an idea what Charlie is thinking and it’s alright by me. He makes a brief call. “Now we another twenty four hours.” He grins as I fold into his arms. We couldn’t stay in the room all that time and the maid had to make the bed (we’d fucked on the mattress). We made our way into bar, Charlie went to order and I crossed to one of the display windows. A waiter was cleaning the table. It wasn’t until he turned towards me that I realised it was Carlos, he worked here. I almost fainted. He just stood there and Charlie drifted over armed with the drinks. We stood a frozen tableau and then Carlos muttered something and fled. I started to breath again. If Charlie noticed anything he didn’t say so. After the second glass I started to relax and plan the night ahead. The Wedding Guest The conference had been boring and as he headed for the bar Jeff was glad to be out of there. There was a function in the other room, a wedding or something like that. He saw a number of the guests were hanging round the bar area ordering drinks. He moved forward to order his drink, as he did so a redheaded woman turned quickly and bumped into him. Her glass of wine spilt down the front of his jacket. “I’m so sorry.” She apologised. He recognised an Australian accent. He felt her hands trying to brush the liquid from his jacket. “Don’t worry about it.” He shrugged. He looked down into green eyes. She smiled tentatively to him. He saw her eyes drop to his nametag. “Sorry, Jeff.” “I forgot I still had that on.” He mumbled as he undid the pin of the tag. “Can I buy you a drink? Replace that one?” “Thank you that would be nice. Although, perhaps I should be buying you one instead?” She replied easily. “How about I get this round?” Jeff shrugged. “Sure. My name is Janet. Thanks you, Jeff.” “Are you at the wedding?” “I was. I came with a friend, but she’s gone off with the best man somewhere. I don’t really know anyone else so I thought I’d come out here instead.” Janet replied. “Would you like to join me? I’m here by myself too.” She gave him a wide smile. Her eyes held a hint of promise. “I’d appreciate that. Hate talking to myself.” She laughed. They found a table in a quiet corner and sat down. She had on a long silk dress, her shoulders were bare but for a long sheath scarf that hung down her back. The bodice of her dress showed off her cleavage. She was in her late thirties. Jeff looked her over, deciding he liked what he saw. They talked at length, finding lots of things in common. She laughed easily and had a wry sense of humour. They shared a few more drinks. Jeff wondered if he could invite her back to his hotel room. As she talked to him she often leaned forward and touched his hand or arm. She seemed very relaxed in his company. Janet knew the wine was making her less reserved than she’d usually be with a man she’d just met. Jeff intrigued her though. She loved his voice and appreciated his easy conversation. He told her he was staying at the hotel and invited her to his room. When he suggested they leave the bar she readily complied. She took his proffered arm as they left the room. They walked to the elevators. She felt his hand slip around her waist as they neared the doors. Janet had always wondered what it would be like to do it in an elevator. As the doors closed on them, she found herself in his arms. Their mouths met and they shared a deep kiss. She felt his hands starting to caress her breasts through the silk of her dress. Her own hands were running across his chest and down. She felt his heat close to her. Felt the outline of his cock with her hands. She heard his in-drawn breath. They heard the tone that signalled the elevator was on his floor. They disengaged from each other. Janet smiled at him widely. “Shame…. We should have pressed the stop button.” She shrugged. He laughed. “Always could go to another floor.” She chuckled to herself. The doors were open and another couple were waiting to enter. “Maybe another time?” She suggested. Jeff nodded. He led her to his room, eager to get her inside. He’d had a taste of her and now wanted more. He wondered how far she’d let him go. Wondered what pleasures they might share together. Janet kissed him again as he closed the door behind them. Her mouth was warm and welcoming. Her tongue caressed his own. Her hands had found his cock and were slowly stroking him through the fabric of his trousers. He felt the silk of her dress beneath his hands, ran them along, feeling her curves. He found her breasts and played the firm nipples, pinching them between his fingers. He felt her shiver and heard a low moan. She pushed herself forwards into his hands. “That feels so good.” He heard her whisper. She had begun to unbutton his shirt. As each button was opened she kissed his flesh beneath. She moved her kisses down his body. She stopped when she got to his belt. Her hands still caressed his hard cock. They moved to undo his belt and undo the fly of his trousers. Her kisses continued downwards, until he could feel the heat of her breath near his cock. She dropped to her knees and ran her mouth along the length of his shaft. Her tongue was long and he watched in fascination as it ran up and down his length. She curled it around his head, flicking the tip back and forth before sinking her mouth down to enclose him. Jeff stood breathing deeply as she went down on him. Her mouth was moving with slow, languid strokes up and down his cock. Her hand was working in unison with her mouth. He felt the liquid warm enclosing him and just let the sensations ride. He felt the sensual pleasure and revelled in it. He felt her hands caressing his balls, felt her tongue circle his balls, felt them being drawn into her mouth as her hand continued to work his cock. He felt her mouth move back up to swallow him, taking him in deep into her and pushing down on him. Her hand was caressing his balls, running further down. He let her go for a time, just enjoying, watching her redhead as it plunged down on his cock, watching her tongue as it caressed his flesh, felt the wondrous sensations, smiling to himself. She was beckoning him towards release as she increased the tempo, but he wanted more from her. “Janet.” She looked up, a twinkle in her green eye. She was obviously enjoying it as much as he. “Sorry, I get carried away sometimes.” She shrugged. “No need for apologies. Come here.” He drew her up to her feet. She stood and kissed him again. He felt her silJeff embrace against his naked skin. Felt the slide of silk against his cock as she moved her body against his own. He undid the zipper of her dress. The silk sheath fell to pool around her feet. She wore no bra and her tits stood firm and proud, her nipples hard and dark pink against the white of her skin. She had on a suspender belt that held up silk stocking, but no panties. He saw her pussy was shaven. Her long silk scarf still hung down her back. He slowly drew the silJeff length from her. It gave him an idea. He continued to kiss her, moving her over towards his bed. They tumbled onto the soft expanse together. He kissed her long and passionately. He took the silJeff length of her scarf and wrapped it around one of her hands. “What….?” “Shh…” he commanded, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” She felt her hands tied together. Saw him attach the silJeff scarf to the bed head. She was captured by the scarf, unable to move her hands. She felt his mouth on hers again, gave herself up to the sensual kiss, not sure what he wanted, but willing to learn. He moved lower to her tits. He slowly ran his tongue across the nipples, taking each one into his mouth in turn, feeling her shuddering response as he played each one with his mouth. “Jeff!” He felt her passion building, knew that she was close to cumming, wondering how she could respond so quickly, so wantonly, so needingly. His hand travelled the length of her body, ran down her leg and back up. He felt the silk of her stockings under his hands, and then he felt her flesh. He sent his hands towards her pussy, wanting to feel its smoothness, wanting to feel its heat. He pushed his fingers inside her, he felt her immediate response, amazed at the warmth of her as she came. “Oh, Jeff!” Her voice was heavy with lust. She was breathing hard, her body shuddering as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. She was writhing beneath his touch, her whole body tensing, shaking and shuddering as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. He lowered his mouth down her body. He kissed her stomach, ran his tongue down until it reached her clit. He played with it for a time. Every time his tongue came in contact with her she would shudder and call out. Jeff was so turned on. His cock was hard and wanted her. He moved up between her legs. He guided himself into her. Her pussy enclosed his cock in its warmth. He felt her shivering again beneath him. Felt her body arching to meet him as he pushed himself into her. He lost himself in her, plunging himself deeper and deeper into her pussy. “Fuck me, Jeff.” She whispered in a low voice. “Oh, yes. Oh, fuck me!” He fucked her pussy hard and fast. He pumped into her again and again. He felt her response. Felt her whole body as it quivered beneath his touch. She pushed herself into him. Janet was gone in ecstasy. Jeff was bringing her over and over again. She wanted so much to touch him, but her hands were tied above her head and so all she could do was respond to his touch. Again and again and again. She was aware when Jeff turned her over so she lay on her stomach. She wondered what he intended. She felt him lower his head to her again. He played her clit with his tongue. She found herself almost in convulsions. She was so sensitive that every touch sent her into orgasm. She felt his tongue slowly move from her clit up to her pussy. He dabbled his tongue into her pussy before she felt him move it further up. She felt his tongue slowly outline her ass. She felt him push a finger into her. “Oh yes, Jeff. I want you to fuck my ass.” She stated urgently. Jeff smiled to himself. He positioned himself behind her. He firstly rammed his cock into her pussy. He rode her until she was whimpering with delight. He put it to her hard and fast. She came again and again as he fucked her pussy. Finally he withdrew. He slowly pushed his cock into her ass. His hand still played her clit as he pushed himself further and further into her tightness. Janet was absolutely gone. She could not believe the sensations that screamed through her body. She felt his cock in her ass, riding her faster and faster, taking her closer and closer towards release again. She began to shudder under him Jeff felt her ass enclosing him, felt it urging him towards release. She was calling out his name, louder and louder. “Jeff!!!!” she called as once again her body began to shudder underneath him. He couldn’t hold back. He pumped her harder and harder. He filled her ass with his cock, feeling the tight embrace as he sank into her and then slowly withdraw, only to plunge back in again. Jeff could feel his cum rising. He knew he couldn’t hold off much longer. Janet was moaning, engrossed in another orgasm that seemed to run the length of her body and beyond. Jeff couldn’t contain himself any more. He worked her over with a vengeance; he pushed into her again and again. He revelled in her response and felt his own response so close to release. He let her take him over the edge. He felt himself cumming and let go. He pumped into her with abandon. He felt exaltation spread throughout his body as finally he gave himself up to release. They both sank into the bed. A sigh of absolute pleasure hung over them as they lay there. They both were breathing heavily. Sweat glistened across their naked bodies. “Oh, Jeff.” She finally was able to speak, “My god. Where have you been all my life?” He laughed then. “I could ask the same.” He admitted. “Can you let me go now?” she asked him gently. He looked at her still tied up with her silJeff scarf. He began to undo the silJeff knots, then paused. “How adventurous are you, Janet?” he asked her softly. She looked at him carefully. “What do you have in mind?” Jeff hesitated, not sure he could share his fantasy with her. But she had been so willing, so responsive. He wondered if perhaps she could fulfil his secret desires. “I want to watch, Janet. I want to see you fucked by someone else…” She looked at him carefully. She was unsure if she could comply, but a core of carnality liked the idea. “I could do with a drink…” she told him. “I’ll call room service.” The tap on the door came at last. Jeff opened the door to a young man who held a tray with an ice bucket, a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Jeff watched the waiter’s eyes as he entered the room. Saw him look at Janet still naked and tied to his bed. Saw the look of lust cross his face, before he lowered his eyes and looked away. “Open the bottle, please.” Jeff told the waiter. The young man tried to keep his mind focused on his job, but his eyes kept straying to the bed. He undid the bottle and poured the wine into the two long-stemmed glasses. Jeff took one of the glasses and held it to Janet’s lips. She drank the liquid down, running her tongue over her lips. She nodded her approval at both the drink and the waiter. She looked at Jeff, questions filled her eyes. “Have one for yourself?” Jeff suggested. The young man shook his head at first. But, he seemed to take the situation in, and a look of recognition seemed to light his eyes. He quickly poured himself a drink and downed it in a hurry. He poured himself another glass and polished that off too. “My partner would like for you to kiss her.” Jeff suggested. He walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Janet watched the uncertainty on the young man’s face. She smiled to him, noticing he couldn’t help but staring. “Come here.” She said softly. The young man moved to the side of the bed. “Would you like to kiss me?” she asked him. He looked very awkward for a time, before he nodded silently. “You’ll need to help me. I can’t use my hands….” She shrugged. She saw his smile and returned it with her own. He moved close to her. He ran his hand down her body. He grabbed hold of her tits and squeezed them in his hand before he lowered his mouth to hers. Jeff silently slipped from the bathroom. He saw the young man kissing the woman on his bed. He saw him run his hands down her captive body. He heard Janet moan as her body was reawaJeffed under his touch. The young man was suckling on her nipples, loosing himself in the woman tied to the bed. Janet was pushing herself forward to his touch. Jeff felt his cock rising in response. She was hot and passionate, and the young man was soon discarding his clothes. He watched as the young man went down on her, kissing and licking her shaven pussy. Jeff saw him move himself around to position his hard cock before her face. Saw Janet’s tongue snake out and begin to caress the young man’s cock with her mouth. The young man went down on her as she ate his cock. They pleasured each other, Janet writhing beneath the touch of his tongue on her clit, in her pussy. Jeff found himself stroking as he watched them. The young man was clearly enjoying himself now. “Fuck me!” Janet implored to her new lover. He needed little urging. He turned around and pushed himself into her pussy. Jeff watched as he fucked Janet. She was coming again and again as the young man filled her pussy. Janet was gone. She felt the young guy filling her again and again. She watched Jeff stroking himself as he watched her being fucked. She felt every fibre of her body, every synapse of her brain stand on end as she felt the wash of pleasure overwhelm her. She looked to Jeff, askance in her eyes. “Jeff, I want you, too.” He moved over to the couple on the bed. He rolled them over to face each other, coming himself behind Janet. He played with her ass, feeling the young man’s cock inside her pussy. He slid in behind her. His cock entered her ass and felt its tightness again. Janet was screaming in ecstasy. Jeff was filling her ass whilst the young man was fucking her pussy hard and fast. She shivered in delight again and again. Jeff felt her tightness wrap around him. Felt the young man’s cock pushing in and out of her pussy as he filled her ass. He let himself go just feeling the sensations. He revelled in the luxury, delighting in the delicious feeling wrapping around him and bringing him closer and closer towards fulfilment. Janet felt the two men inside her. She was in absolute heaven. She felt so full, so fulfilled. Her orgasm began then and continued on and on. She felt her pussy quivering, felt her ass quivering, felt a shuddering relief run throughout her body. She cried out with joy. She urged them on, begging them to fuck her, to fill her, to give her everything they had. The two men obliged. They worked themselves in her, burying deeper and deeper into her hotness. Both of them were wrapped in her warmth, waiting and wanting for the final release. “Oh yes!’ she screamed as once more her body went on a wave of wondrous release. Jeff couldn’t contain himself anymore. He let himself pound into her. The young man took up his rhythm and together they filled her with their hard cocks. They built up their speed, their cum was shooting and she was cumming with them. Afterwards Jeff gently untied her hands. She kissed him again with passion. “Thank you, Jeff.” She whispered to him softly, “Never before…. My god that was good.” He smiled at her. She returned it, her face beaming with pleasure, her eyes holding his and hinting of other hidden depths. “So good.” He nodded his agreement. “Best wedding I’ve ever been too.” She declared with a laugh.