The wedding wasn’t being held in a church or religious space. To save money and family fighting the couple decided to get married in the function hall in which they were having the reception. The place was a sprawling building on a lush, green property with a lake and a few gazebos. It was lovely. We walked in and had to pass a number of anterooms and other function rooms in various stages of being assembled for other events before we found our party’s room. We went in and waited in line with the other guests to sign the guest book. The bride and groom were waiting by the guest book greeting their invitees as they got to the front of the line. Finally it was our turn and Lo gave a hug and a kiss to both bride and groom as I shook their hands and introduced myself. Then I picked up on something that only the groom also saw. Lo bent over the book to write our names in it and, as she did, her dress plunged down revealing her braless breasts hanging down within her loose-fitting garb. I was to Lo’s right and I actually couldn’t see this wonderful opportunity, but I had seen how the dress fit on her and simply from the rapped attention of the groom’s eyes on Lo’s chest I deduced what it was that must have caught his eye. I couldn’t begrudge it of him. Her breasts are beautiful and if one is going to show them off like that, others are going to look. And furthermore, the poor sot was about to enter into vows that would, theoretically at least, make such beauty forbidden to him. Let the condemned man have his last meal — a feast of his eyes upon my lovely Lo’s breast. Oh Lo, you temptress, you sadist, you slut!
We found our way to our table and introduced ourselves to the motley guests with whom we were seated — a sad conglomeration of suburbanite couples who must have the dreariest of sex lives. Just imagining sex with any of them was enough to make one’s stomach turn. But they were all pleasant enough and, of course, Lo was the life of the party as well as the center of all the men’s attention as their frustrated girlfriends and wives looked on with contempt.
We sat through the ceremony and people ooed and ahhed and cried and laughed and all those things the audience is expected to do at a wedding. During it, Lo took advantage of every opportunity to try and stroke my cock over my pants and rub her foot up and down my leg. Apparently she hadn’t had enough out in the fields. Does Lo ever have enough?
After the ceremony was over, but before brunch was to be served, Lo and I took full advantage of the open, full bar. The band played and we danced and we stopped to refill our glasses and we danced some more. Lo became frisky and grabbed at my ass in front of all the guests. She nibbled on my earlobe, kissed my neck, put her fingers through my hair, and, before this all got way too out of control and far too graphic for some of the octogenarians in the crowd, I whispered in her ear, “Meet me upstairs in about two minutes.”
I met Lo at the top of the stairs and I said, “Follow me.” I led her to the bathrooms on that floor — luckily not the one our party was using — and escorted her into the men’s room. She stopped before entering and said, “Are you sure there’s no one in there?” “Yes,” I said. “Positive. No worries.” We went in and we went for the stall furthest away from the door. There were only two stalls and one urinal in this cramped space, but we had to make do. We got in and Lo immediately went to work unbuckling my belt, undoing my pants, pulling them down and getting on her knees and taking my manhood in her mouth. There she was next to the white porcelain toilet going down on me like an animal. She did that for a while before she hiked up her dress and bent over the toilet and pulled my cock into her wet pussy from behind. I fucked her as she stood over the toilet uncomfortably. I pulled her dress up over her shoulders and her panties were down by her knees and I fucked her rapidly and hard until she came. She did her best not to scream, but she still couldn’t help it. She let out a muffled screech and her hands closed tightly into a fist upon the tiled wall.
She pulled forward, letting my cock out from her dripping pussy and she turned around. She sat down on the toilet (her panties still around her knees and her dress up around her waist) and she took my cock into her mouth again. Her right hand moved down to her clit and she began fingering herself right there on the toilet as her head bobbed back and forth on my shaft. Back and forth, back and forth she went, taking me all the way into the back of her throat and then out again until I finally exploded inside her hot, wet, starving throat. I came so much that cum was dripping from the corners of her mouth. She tried her best to swallow my hot mess as quickly as she could, but I kept cumming inside her, filling up her cheeks with my sweet drizzle. Finally she got it all down and wiped her chin.
We went out of the stall and she was trying to clean herself up (her panties still down around her knees) as a man walked in and saw her there in front of the mirror. “The Ladies’ Room is out of order,” Lo said without hesitation. The man turned and walked out, excusing himself.
Lo finished her quick freshening up and we both walked downstairs back to the party. I leaned over to Lo and asked, “Feeling better, darling?”
“Oh yes,” she said, licking her lips.
[Excerpt from the story, “Dancing Around the May Pole,” from the book, Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume II: MORE!]