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This is one of a set of four 750-word stories, each told from the perspective of a different wedding guest. The order: Uncle, Groomsman, Aunt, Waitress. The first two are Gay Male and self-contained. The last pair are Lesbian and are also self-contained.
The door was open. I did not know what I was doing. I had been with plenty of woman but never dared pick-up one at a wedding where I worked. There was something about this one. She was on the prowl. That was obvious. It was my usual modus operandi. But at bars. Not at weddings when I was working. She didn’t realize how obvious she was. I’m sure the fat bridesmaid she targeted was clueless. So I teased this one, feigning bravery. “Maybe we can share.” And walked away. I tried to ignore her, but I knew where she was at every moment. When she emerged from the ladies’, I slipped her a scrap of paper on which I’d made a scribble.
She called. I was entering her room. She looked to be married to a not-unattractive man, but it was affection, not lust, between them. There was Ankara bayan escort lust in her for the bridesmaid.
None of that mattered. There was lust in my pussy for her. I have no idea why. She was not conventionally pretty. Not pretty at all. Beginning to show her age. Definitely some domme in her but not entirely. She was, in short, exactly like me. Perhaps I wanted to fuck her because I wanted to fuck myself. If I ever get a shrink, I’ll let her figure it out. Right now I was in her room.
It was clear her husband wasn’t there. But it was clear that she was.
“Lock it, please.” I turned and bolted the door. Then back at her. A small lamp was on but it was enough. She wore very expensive lingerie, lying on her back in the center of the bed. I was in my dowdy work clothes and a very cheap bra that bore no relation to my utilitarian panties.
“Strip.” I stood for a moment. I complied. In a minute I stood naked at the foot of her bed, my clothes and underwear tossed to the side.
“A trim bush. I like Escort bayan Ankara that. Come to me.”
I got on my knees at the foot of the bed. I saw that her panties were crotchless and that she was wet. She could see I, too, was wet. I began to walk up on my knees between her spread legs. I stopped.
“What are you waiting for?”
“Sorry,” I told her. I resumed but continued past her legs and past her boobs and before she could figure what I was doing I was straddling her face. Silent. I looked at her eyes. They bounced between eyes and my pussy.
“Please,” I heard. I lowered myself and her tongue ran across my folds, skirting my clit. She was talented, but it was not what I wanted. Her eyes opened and got large as I lifted myself up from her mouth.
“My name is Sandra Jennings.”
She looked confused.
“Shirley Evans. Aunt of the bride.”
“Pleased to meet you Shirley Evans, aunt of the bride” and I stood, bent down, and kissed her on the lips.
I returned to the bed. This time Bayan escort Ankara with my back to the headboard. I lowered myself to her mouth and bent to kiss her pussy. She’d been aiming for young pussy. Seductive pussy. I knew how spectacular a nicely-aged one could taste, and hers tasted divine.
We started to get loud, but I did not care. Her room, not mine.
I controlled her tempo of eating me by lifting myself slightly and running my teeth along her folds and across her lips. After doing this five or six times I felt her hands grasp my hips, her lips removed from my pussy so she could beg me to ram fingers into her. My own pussy was on fire. She was good, this Shirley Evans, aunt of the bride.
Suddenly all sense was gone as I reached around with my fingers as she did to me. Out of nowhere I started to come, a bit of spritz coming out as I ground my head between the thighs of this jewel. My coming set her off and we came down together.
I got off her, and lay to her side. I’d never felt this before, and being next to her, us both naked, was where I wanted to stay.
It was so stupid, but I did not regret saying it.
“If you say you can love me, I can love you.”
She ran a hand across my cheek. She did not hesitate. “I can love you.”
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