“What good is a vacation if you have to rush to a wedding, then to a wedding ceremony, and then back home again?” But there was no time for those idle thoughts.
A moment of respite was all we had before frantically getting dressed.
I watched her as she slid on her white panties and adjusted her bra. She watched me as I manipulated my still hard cock in my trousers.
“Wow!” she exclaimed. “Stay just like that.”
“I hope I don’t stay just like that. I won’t be able to dance.”
“Who are you kidding, you can’t dance.”
“Thanks, thanks a lot!”
“Just kidding, Daddio.”
“Christ! Look at the time. Is adult ADD contagious?” I asked as she finally slipped into her deliciously tight-fitting dress.
“Living with a person with adult ADD sure makes it difficult to keep a schedule,” she replied, applying her lipstick.
“I have adult ADD and you’re a nymphomaniac. It’s not a good combination.”
It was a destination wedding and we were on a small resort island where the most convenient mode of transportation was motorized scooter. I put on the helmet and started her up. “Come on Lo,” I said in frustration as she stood there. “What are you waiting for?”
“The helmet. It will ruin my hair.”
“There’s no helping it. You’ll just have to deal.”
Frustrated, she put it on and then, with as much grace as she could, she hiked up her dress around her hips and hopped on the back of the scooter, holding onto me.
“Lo, you’re going to flash every tourist on this island with your dress like that!”
“That’s half the fun. Let’s go,” she said, squeezing me tightly.
I pulled the throttle and off we zoomed — Lo scared to death. “If we die, I’ll kill you!” she promised as I weaved in and out of traffic to get us to the church.
Her hands were around my waist, but slowly, she moved her right hand down, down, down to my crotch.
“Lo, you know I’m driving here.”
“Do you like it?” she asked rhetorically. Rhetorically, because she could feel me getting hard. She was stroking me as I cruised down the drag.
“You know this thing isn’t a stick shift, right?” I joked.
“You can grind my gears anytime,” she called into my ear.
The road curved around a bend and before us was a beautiful vista. “Look,” I said to Lo, “It looks like a hidden valley!”
“I’ll show you my hidden valley,” she retorted.
“You’re valley ain’t hidden, it’s there for all to see.”
She continued to stroke me.
At the wedding we had to sneak in the back of the church because the ceremony was already underway. While sitting in our little pew, Lo turned to me and said, “Daddy, I’m soaked.”
“Feel,” she said, grabbing my hand and placing it on her bare knee and pulling it up to her very wet panties.
I tried to pull my hand away and she pressed it up further into her crotch. “No Daddy, I like it,” she whispered as her fingers were guiding mine up and down her saturated slit. She leaned toward me and whispered, “You know, I fucked him in college.” She was speaking of the groom.
“Yes Lo, I’m aware of that. You’ve told me many times.”
“He was gooooooood.” She was trying to make me jealous/aroused.
“You’ve mentioned that once or twice.”
“She’s lucky. She’s very lucky,” Lo said about the blushing bride.
The reception was immediately following the ceremony and it was held outside on a sprawling lawn overlooking the beach.
The first thing Lo said to me as the guests transitioned from the church to the celebration was, “Wait.”
“What?” I was confused.
She grabbed my elbow. “Just wait till they file out,” she said through her clenched teeth, a forced smile on her face.
I did as told, though I wasn’t happy about being the last to get in line at the open bar outside. Once everyone had made their way out, Lo sat down again and, pulling the kneeler down and making as if she was praying, she put her hand up her skirt and in one fell swoop quickly removed her cum-filled panties over each of her heel-clad feet.
“I’m sorry, it had to be done.” She made the sign of the cross and stood up and discretely deposited them in a trash bin on the way out. She moved to wash her hands in the holy water, but I grabbed her first and led her out the door.
“You are truly remarkable!” I said in astonishment.
“I was just going to bless myself, but do go on.”
The reception was extravagant. It turns out, I had nothing to worry about with regard to the open bar. There was more than enough spirits for the night. It was an extravagant wedding — live band, dancing floor set up on the grass under a tent, and an excellent dinner after more than enough drunken toasts. Lo looked lovely in her heels as she danced, and then she looked even better when she took them off, after the sun went down and the stars came out. I just loved watching her move, flirt, sweat, and shimmy. Every so often she’d see me sitting with my drink, admiring her, and she’d lift the back of her dress just enough to quickly flash me her bare bottom. Then a flash of her smile, a turn, and more dancing fun.
The night wound down and it was time to scoot back to our bungalow. As we approached the scooter, I said to Lo, “Now you’ll have to ride without any panties.”
Without missing a beat and remembering what she said on the way to the wedding, she replied, “That’s the other half of the fun!”
As soon as I pulled out the keys, she snatched them from my hand and said, “I’m driving.”
“I’m driving home. You were drinking.”
“But I paced myself. Had I know you were going to drive I. . .”
“Get on the back and hold on tight.”
She got on the scooter and then I got on behind her. I slid my arms around her waist and off we zipped passed all the partygoers. “Lo, please tell me you’re wearing something under that dress. You had spare panties in your bag, right?”
“Nothing but the bare essentials,” she said back, placing my hand between her legs to feel her smoothly shaven puss.”
“Nothing to see here, folks!” I called out into the night as my hand covered up Lo’s crotch.
“Don’t stop, Daddio, you’re getting me wet.” As she said this, she swerved to avoid hitting a parked car.
“Lo,” I said sternly, “I don’t want to wake up dead!”
“Don’t worry, Daddio, I’ve got plans for you. Prepare to takeoff,” she said. As we got to the street, she opened up the throttle to bring the scooter to a zippy thirty-five miles an hour, “. . . to take off your clothes, that is, cause we’re going to fuck till the sun comes up!”
[Excerpt from the story, “The Bare Essentials,” from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]