As is the way with these sort of things, the bride and groom had to take care
of some important matters. By which I mean dealing with the cake, which was
an absolute whooper with cute little figurines of them both on top.
Before getting to all that though, the bride obviously had to change out of her
elegant bridal gown and into something a bit more suitable for partying. She
still looked incredible in her new dress.
We did have to hang around for a little while whilst waiting for Felicia to be ready though. During that time I awkwardly milled around, not really sure what to do with myself since I didn't know most of the people there.
Seeing how uncomfortable I was, one other guest struck up a conversion with
me about how sexy he thought me dress was. Grateful for his kind words and
for helping me feel a little less lost, I tried my best at small talk with him. My
first point of order being that, under no circumstances should any guest
upstage the bride in terms of how good they looked.
To be honest, I'm not sure if he was even there because of the wedding. I
didn't recognise him from the ceremony but perhaps he was a reception only
guest. Or maybe, since The Gentlemen's Club was still open to the general
public, he had wandered in off the street looking for a lap dance. I felt it
a little rude to ask so I just rolled with it.
Perhaps the nature of the evening got to me, but I found myself being unusually
flirty. I suppose I've always quite fancied the idea of hooking up with a
random for a one night stand after a wedding. It was abundantly clear that
he was into me but was reluctant to make a move. So I did it for him and
suggested that he could ask me to dance.
He certainly didn't need to be asked twice as he led me to the dancefloor
and wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body in close to his.
I couldn't resist talking the bull by it's horns. As he tried to say
something into my ear about how sexy I looked, I shoved my tongue into his
mouth, stifling whatever compliment he was trying to pay me. I didn't care
though. My mind had already moved on from whether I'd give him a chance to
whether it would be his place or mine that we ended up back at.
As we made out like a couple of horny teenagers, his arousal was obvious.
Our bodies locked tightly against one another as we frantically groped at
each other, it was impossible to not notice the growing bulge pressing
against me.
Our embrace was broken for a moment by nearby activity on the dancefloor. It
seemed like it was time for cake cutting, something that I never miss at a
wedding. Wanting to see what was going on, I spun myself round in his arms.
Now, with my back to him, I subtly rubbed my ass against his crotch. His
bulge contained to grow.
Reaching my hand round the back of me, I pressed my palm against the front
of his pants. As I moved it up and down, I could feel the long, hard shaft
of his cock. My touch prompted him to finally whisper those words I had been
waiting to hear into my ear, "How about we take this back to my place?".
We hastily made our exit and jumped in the first cab that came our way.
It's a while since I went back to a guy's place at the end of a night. I honestly can't say for sure but the last time that comes to mind is a few years ago for Halloween when I let a guy fuck me in the graveyard that was hosting a big party, before we then went back to his place for round 2. I could be wrong though and that's not because I've had so many conquests that I've lost track. It's because, like I said, it really has been a while.
Anyway, any expectation I had for what this guy's place would be like were
not even remotely close to reality. As he led me out of the elevator at his
apartment block, we emerged on to a penthouse terrace on the top of the
building. The apartment was stunning, but that really was not where my focus
was.
We immediately started tearing each other's clothes off as we passionately
made out. The dress that he had earlier been complimenting was now in a heap
on the floor around my ankles. His shirt and jacket cast aside as we hurried
to get on with things.
Awkwardly shuffling backwards across the terrace, not wanting to break our kiss while we moved, he guided us to a couch for us to get comfy on. We
almost stumbled a couple of times on the way. Particularly when I tried to
clumsily extricate my feet from my dress so I could follow him towards our
destination. He then had similarly difficulties wriggling loose from his
jeans.
But thankfully we made it there in one piece and without incident. He splayed
himself out on the couch and pulled me down on top of him.
Without breaking four embrace for even a moment, I climbed on to his lap to straddle him.
Ever since my dress had come off, I had been wearing nothing but a sexy
little thong. He was now down to nothing but his boxers, which could barely
contain his throbbing cock.
Our sexy bits may have still been separated by a couple of thin bits of fabric, but I couldn't resist grinding myself against him. He stiffened
in an instant. then hurriedly tried to work his boxers down his thighs and
free his dick for me.
With the restraint of his boxers removed, his manhood sprang upright, pressing against the outside of my thong. He surely would have been able to feel how
damp it was from my juices already soaking through it. I was certain that we wouldn't need to waste any time with
foreplay. As enjoyable as it can be when done right, we both just wanted to
fuck. I wanted that cock inside me!
For the first time since we had emerged onto the terrace, our lips
separated.
As I reached down and fumbled around to pull my thong to one side, his now
unoccupied lips and tongue migrated towards my breasts and busied themselves
teasing my nipples. He would have found that they were already hard from the
slight chill in the night air. Hard, erect and super sensitive. I let out an
audible moan as his touch delighted me.
Meanwhile, I rubbed my now uncovered, moist pussy lips up
and down the side of his cock. It twitched constantly as I teased it. But
really, the person I was teasing the most was myself. I wanted it inside me
and I wanted it now,
Pushing myself up so that my body was now clear of him, his dick was finally
allowed to properly stand tall and proud. Still holding my underwear to one side,
I lined myself up to lower onto it.
The sensation of the very tip parting my pussy lips and beginning to push
inside me was too much for him. He couldn't hold back any longer. Furiously,
he thrust up inside me. Again and again, driving his fuckstick all the way
inside as his balls slapped against my ass.
I was so wet already, he met absolutely no resistance. He slid in and out with ridiculous ease as my greedy cunt gratefully welcomed him inside.
At some point, he tore my thong off and discarded the ruined under-garment.
I don't know what became of it. It was all a bit of a blur as I entered a
cock-induced state of ecstasy. Perhaps he kept it as a memento. Either way,
I'm sure it wouldn't have been of any use to me again anyway.
Clinging on to me with one arm wrapped around me, he struggled to his feet
and carried me over to the neighbouring sofa bed. I mean, honestly who has a
sofa bed on their fancy penthouse terrace? I guess someone who regularly
picks up girls to bring back to fuck. Yup, I'm definitely thinking that he
wasn't a wedding guest after all. Probably just an opportunistic wedding
crasher. But I digress...
Without ever pulling out of me as he carried me from one fuck spot to the
other, he carefully laid me down on the sofa bed before wildly fucking me as
hard as he could. A moment of care and tenderness immediately followed by
rough lust. I was fucking loving every moment of it, lost in the passion of
our one night stand.
So caught up in the moment had I been, that only now, as I lay there on my
back whilst he railed me balls deep, did I notice all of the windows of the
surrounding apartment blocks that could look down on us to see us behaving
like animals. Many of them were lit up but some were dark. I swear I could
see shadowy figures move in some of those. No doubt voyeurs enjoying what
they could see but reluctant to reveal their presences to us. But who am I
to judge them for that?
The fucking continued regardless of who might be watching. It was
relentless! But my partner also did what so many guys neglect to do and kept
his hands busy. He had a fine cock and knew how to use it, but he coupled that with rubbing his thumb across my clit whilst he fondled one of my boobs and then the other. That heightened the pleasure immensely.
That boob fondling soon became boob sucking and licking. It felt so good to
just let him pleasure my body in any way he wanted.
Soon his lips worked their way up to mine. Once again, we passionately made
out. As we swapped saliva, my legs constricted around him. With my ankles
locking as they crisscrossed behind him, I pulled his body tighter to mine and
encouraged him to keep up the pace after it had slowed slightly whilst we
kissed.
Not for the first time in the night, he whispered in my ear, "I want you to
do whatever you want to make me cum.". So it was then my turn to be in
charge.
With my ankles still locked, I gripped my thighs tightly to his sides and
wrapped my arms around him. With a bit of effort I was then able to roll us both so that I was now on top.
Bracing my hands on his muscular chest, I alternated between grinding
backwards and forwards and bouncing up and down on his cock. Never sticking
with one for too long before returning to the other but keeping it
unpredictable as to when I would change back.
His repeated comments about how close to cumming he was spurred me on to fuck him
harder. I squeezed my pussy around the shaft of his cock as I devoured it again and again.
"God, I want to cum on your tits! Please let me!".
Damn, I had secretly been hoping that he wouldn't be able to hold it and nut inside me. Although
slightly disappointed that I would not get that, he had been a great fuck, so
he deserved to be given the opportunity to choose where he would deposit his
spunk.
And then the moment arrived. He kicked me off as he desperately tried to
take aim with his cum cannon. His first shot, hit me on the cheek and
splashed across my face. The second, not quite with the same power behind
it, sprayed across my upper chest and ran down across my tits.
Grabbing his cock firmly around the base and then squeezing up along the
shaft to the tip, I milked the last of his cum. It dribbled out of his cock
and trickled down across my hands as I dived forwards to try to catch it
with my tongue. I caught just a little, which I promptly swallowed down.
Yummy.
With him now spent, he took me by the hand and led me to the terrace pool. As we snuggled in the warm waters, I guided his hand down between my legs.
"Oh right, you still need to cum". Almost embarrassed by my lack of subtly,
I smiled awkwardly and nodded.
His fingers slid inside me at almost exactly the same moment that he pushed
his tongue into my mouth again. Feeling him making a come hither motion
inside me felt amazing but he wanted to give me more pleasure than just
that.
I was scooped up and deposited onto the side of the pool, my butt right on
the edge and my legs over his shoulders. He wasted no time in buried his
face between my legs. His tongue lapping at my clit had my whole body
tingling.
Just like I had earlier teased him by swapping back and forth between riding
him and grinding on him, he did likewise with his tongue. One moment he would
be licking my clit, the next moment he would be spreading my pussy lips and
sliding his tongue between them.
His oral pleasure was coupled with busy fingers. When he was nibbling on my
clit, his fingers would be inside me. Then, when his tongue was probing away
at my insides, his thumb would be rubbing my clit. My own hands were busy
too, fondling my tits and pinching my still rock hard nipples.
Then I began to tense. My thighs tightened around his head. He mumbled
something about not being able to breathe. I didn't care. Both of my hands
on the back of his head pushing it down into my crotch as my back arched and
I pushed my fuckhole up into his face.
The noise that emanated from mouth as I began to cum is hard describe.
Not a grunt or a groan or a scream, but somewhere in between all of those.
With little thought for him, my hips rubbed my wet cunt in his face as a
stream of creamy pussy juice ran out to signal my very satisfying climax.
And that was it. We were done. And thankfully I had managed to not suffocate him between my legs.
He let me use his shower to clean up before I
left. By the time I was finished cleaning myself up, he had already gone to bed so I let myself out
and did the walk of shame to the nearest taxi rank. That walk being done
sans underwear. I don't think anyone I passed in the street knew...
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