My boyfriend stood at the large window, looking out at the beautiful view of the San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge. He and I were having such a wonderful time in the City by the Bay, having arrived last Saturday from Los Angeles. We’d ridden the cable cars, gone to Fisherman's Wharf, and eaten some great meals. We also had a lot of sex. A real lot of sex. In the bed in our hotel room, in the shower in our hotel room, in front of the window of our hotel room right where he now stood. In fact, as a freshly showered me sat on the little bathroom stool drying my hair, he had crawled underneath it to skillfully lick my clit until I came. I had returned the favor by blowing him as he stood against the bathroom counter.
But then we had to get going to the main event of the trip, the wedding of one of my very best friends. He was dressed and ready to go to the ceremony - well, except for his tie that he'd need me to tie for him. "Babe, you almost ready?" He called toward the bathroom.
A moment later I opened the door, and I emerged. “You look stunning”, he said. "So what do you think of the dress?" I asked. "Well frankly, the best thing I've seen you wearing was your bra," He answered. "But this dress is a close second. It really shows off your great breasts."
He drove his Lexus through the heavy traffic toward the church. “San Francisco may not be as cosmopolitan as Manila,” he mentioned, “but people back home sure drive better.”
We arrived at the church in plenty of time. I moved off to join the other bridesmaids in attending to the bride. The wedding began late, as usual. He of course thought that I was much prettier than the bride, but at least the bride was the second best looking woman up there. Vows were exchanged, rings were exchanged, kisses were exchanged. And soon everyone had moved into the reception hall for the party.
He went straight for the bar, ordering a beer for himself and a margarita for me. I stood in the reception line, shaking hands or receiving kisses on the cheek from people I either knew a little, or not at all. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him approaching slowly, greeting the others in the wedding party. Damn he's great looking, I thought, feeling a little buzz in my clit as I flashed on a few of our sexual exploits since I came. Finally he reached me, and presented me with my Margarita. "You are so thoughtful," I said, taking a big gulp of it. Then I planted a nice long kiss on his lips. Holding him close, I whispered in his ear, "You look so hot in that tux -- even better than your thongs. You are making my pussy really wet." And then he took a big gulp of his drink.
The bride and groom moved out onto the floor for their first dance, and soon were joined by the wedding party. We held each other especially tight, my breasts pressed against his chest, our pelvises similarly joined. I ran my hand up the back of his neck and into his black hair, at the same time planting little kisses on his neck, then his earlobe. The sensations were beginning to get to him, and he felt a familiar stirring down in his groin. I felt it as well. "Um, what's happening down there?" I whispered. "You keep kissing and rubbing me like that," He said, "and it's gonna get embarrassing out here." "I'm not gonna be embarrassed," I said. "I love your nice hard cock. Just like I love your fully shaped ass. You should show the world." "There's a minister here," He replied. "Plus assorted grandparents, and children. Let's just keep my cock between us." "That sounds good, too," I said with a laugh. And then the music changed to a fast number, him and me separating to dance to it. The decreased contact and increased exertion soon had his tumescence in retreat. But watching him move around the dance floor was just making me even hotter, and my pussy even stickier.
Next came the dinner, a decent meal, but nothing special. Frankly, he would have rather had steak. I was so caught up in all the excitement, I probably wouldn't have eaten even if they had served shrimp. No matter, at least the bar was open. I returned from a trip to it, and began to make casual conversation with the others at the table. As I took my first sip of my second drink, I casually rested my free hand on his thigh. His cock began to stir. After a couple sips, that hand had moved to his upper thigh. Now his cock began to grow. And as I polished off the drink, that hand moved right into his crotch. His cock was now rock hard. He scooted in so the combination of the tablecloth and his napkin would shield what I was doing. I knew I was driving him crazy - and I loved it.
He was astounded at the way I could fondle him while still conversing with the others at the table. All he could manage was the occasional "uh-huh" or "hmm," since his concentration was certainly not at its best. His cock was pressed up against my hand, twitching as I alternately grasped it and released. He just picked at his dessert, a strawberry something or other.
The band returned from its break, and began to play a hip-hop song. The other couples at the table got up to dance. "Um, did you want to dance too?" he asked me. "Actually, I wanna fuck," I replied. "Great," he said, deadpan. "You wanna lay down on the table, or you gonna sit on my lap?" I just smiled, and took him by the hand. I led him away from the table - him keeping his jacket pulled in front of his crotch - and out the door of the reception hall.
We passed a few people out in the lobby area, older relatives mostly, who all smiled and said hello to the bridesmaid. I led him down a hallway, but it ended at the kitchen - that wouldn't do. We backtracked, then went down another hallway, which made a sharp turn, then led to a closet door. I jiggled the handle. Locked. "I guess this is gonna have to do," I said to him. "Right here, right now?" He said, doubtfully.
I backed up against the door, and slowly began to pull up my dress. I slid the red taffeta higher and higher, revealing my shins, then my knees, then my thighs, then finally the small triangle of fabric that covered my pussy. With my left hand holding up my skirt, I used my right to push that fabric aside, and reveal my wet, swollen pussy to him. I plunged my middle finger deep into myself, then dragged it up through my slit, resting it beside my clit. I waited a moment for him to look up from the sensuous view he was enjoying, and into my beautiful brown eyes. "Does that answer your question?" I asked.
He quickly began to unbutton his pants, then pulled down his zipper. His hard cock was out in no time. I, reaching for it, and pulling him up against me. Holding tight, I began to pump him in long, twisting strokes. He reached through the collection of cool taffeta, and found my exposed pussy, his two middle fingers instantly and easily plunging deep into me. He pulled up against my pubic bone, on my g-spot, a shiver of pleasure going through me. Removing those fingers, he slid them up to surround my clit, vibrating them ever so softly around my love button. I let out a loan moan, then mashed my mouth against his, our tongues playfully exploring each other's mouths.
While still kissing, I maneuvered his cock toward myself, and positioned the head of it right against my pussy. He could feel my warm wetness. Then I began to move his cock up and down my slit, the head sliding easily in my slickness, my pussy twitching every time it made contact with my clit. Then I broke the kiss, and looked deep into his brown eyes. I placed the head of his cock back at my opening, now even wetter. Simultaneously, we each pushed forward, and in an instant he was deep inside me. A satisfied "ahhh" emanated from us both. I released my dress, and wrapped both my arms around his neck. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist, and just held on tight as we began to hump each other for all we were worth.
I felt like he had never been deeper inside me. He loved pulling back, and then slowly plunging into me, his cock sliding past the edge of the panties I still wore, then pushing into my warm, soft flesh. Being totally supported by my man made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. A cloud of passion, as each thrust seemed to split me apart. Grinding together was putting plenty of friction on my clit, and waves of pleasure were radiating up through my torso, and down through my thighs. The tension was building in me, my moans were getting deeper and louder. "Come on baby, I'm almost there," I almost groaned. He needed no more encouragement. He picked up the pace, stroking faster, and harder. And even deeper. Now he was breathing hard, a sheen of sweat on his face.
My pussy began to involuntarily twitch, grasping his cock with every stroke. My clit was buzzing, as it was stretched and pulled by our movements, and rubbed by his coarse pubic hair. His cock began to twitch now as well - he knew he was so close, but wanted to hold off just a tad longer. Until he knew I was coming. And then, when he heard that high pitched little "ehhh" I always let out, he knew. He could let it go. Because I was past the point of no return. My moans were now our loudest, and deepest, as the tension flooded from my clit and pussy and built up throughout my entire torso. He felt the come mass in his cock, and the tension spread into his torso and back. And then, with a simultaneous "aaaahhhhh" we both exploded, that tension releasing into wave after wave of pleasure. He shot load after load of come into me, my pussy greedily clutching and releasing his cock, again and again as I was overcome with warmth and tranquility. He was drained, and had to press me even more firmly against the door to keep us both upright. I just wrapped my legs around him more tightly, loving the feel of him deep inside me.
We both smiled at each other, and kissed deeply. This had been quite a visit, topped off with an incredible memory from the wedding. But we weren't the only ones taking home a memory, as we realized when we heard a rustle nearby. Glancing over, we saw an elderly couple, the groom's grandparents, looking at US. "How come you never did something like that to me?" Grandma said, flicking her hand on grandpa's shoulder. "Gimme a break." Grandpa replied. "We fucked like dogs plenty of times." As the two shuffled off, he and I just chuckled, knowing that with the love we shared we could look forward to growing old together, just like those grandparents.
- THE END -
I'm sorry to burst the bubble guys... but that is just another one of 'em hoochy mails that I've got. lol
I still wouldn't have that much of guts to have sex in public. Although my boyfriend once tried to convince me to do it outside of my uncle's garage, heck... I'm a wuss... so NO. lol
I made minor edits on the pronouns.
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*hihi* well.. didja like that experience?