Wedding One Night Stand With Girl of my Dreams [MF]

My first post to this fantastic sub! Hope you enjoy, and I’d love any feedback.

This is a genuine true story and it happened to me about a month ago. A work colleague and friend invited me and a select few others from the office to his wedding just outside London. So we headed up, enjoyed a beautiful ceremony complete with some great hymns. I mean, I’m not religious but it takes a man with a heart of stone not to find some intense joy in ‘Lord of All Hopefulness’. Anyway, after the ceremony all the guests hopped on a coach to the reception venue.

As I was walking down the coach aisle to grab a seat next to my other work friends, I passed a stunning girl. She was about 5’4, pretty as anything, long auburn hair and a killer pale blue dress that was modest and classy. I couldn’t help but give her a cheeky grin as I passed. And I got a beautiful smile back. You know when sometimes someone smiles at you and you just feel an incredible radiance you didn’t before? Like everything else in the world disappears for a moment.

I managed to rip myself away and sat with my mates at the very back of the coach (you can take the lad out of school, but you can’t take school out of the lad).

We arrived to the reception, and it was truly special. They’d set up tents in a field and it was like a luxury festival, with an outdoor bar, bands, food trucks and games. The groom had been stressing so much in the previous months and it turned out so great I was just filled with an overwhelming sense of happiness for him, and a few glasses of champagne later I was having a fantastic time.

Speeches, tears, grub and booze followed and we were all settled in a happy, rather drunken stupor. Dream girl from the coach was a few tables over, and we exchanged a few more smiles during the speeches.

Then, it was dancing time. I definitely wouldn’t call myself a looker – I’m 28, a bit overweight and I’m no good at keeping my beard neat. But my friends often tell me that after a few drinks I get something of a ‘swagger’ that some girls seem to go for! So, as the first dance approached its end, I was feeling confident and spied out dream girl at her table.

I didn’t actually speak at this point, the music was too loud anyway, but I sidled over as casually as I could, and extended my hand and another grin. She gave me a wry little smile, eyebrow raised and none of the toothy radiance of before. Kind of wary but also amused. Maybe a bit flattered? To be honest I don’t know what she was thinking but her face at that moment was cute as all hell.

Then she grabbed my hand, just as the groom motioned for everyone else to hit the tent dance floor. We went straight up and just went for it. Honestly I’m usually so self conscious on a dance floor, but something about the night, the girl, the great mood and the lighting just made us both go for it. We were dancing like no one was watching. We laughed a lot. I’m not even sure at what, but as we kept dancing and the song came to its end, I held her hand and she pulled it to her hip. I rested it there and spent a long moment just looking in her eyes. Her eyes were smiling even if her face wasn’t. We both leaned in for a tender first kiss.

She then pulled away from me, gave another one of those incredible wry smiles and walked back to her table, but she didn’t let go of my hand until the very last second.

I went back to my own friends and danced like crazy some more. I danced with the groom, the bride, the mother-of-the-bride, who i’d never met in my life, and of course did a spot of conga.

Midnight and the carriages arrived. Most of the guests were staying in a hotel a short drive away, so we piled back on to the coach.

This time, and I’m kind of ashamed to say it, I ditched my friends and gladly accepted a little pat on the seat next to dream girl.

Her name was Jem. She was here with her parents, who were sitting in front of us. I must have looked wide-eyes and panicky for a second. She told me not to worry and planted a hand on my own and a kiss on my cheek. We were both a little worse for wear at this point, and I put my arm around her neck and she nestled into my shoulder. Honestly, if that coach had driven off the road and killed us all, I would have died happy.

Back at the hotel her parents went straight up to their room along with most of the old timers. But all the young ‘uns took advantage of the 24hr bar.

Me and Jem found a quiet corner. I found out she was 32, married and in the process of divorce. This was a shock as she did not look 32 at all – she could have passed for 21. She then told me about her kids. HER KIDS. For the first time ever in my life, I was getting a chance with a super hot MILMPLTWBRAAT (Mum I’d Like to Make Passionate Love To Whilst Being Respectful At All Times). I also did a bit of opening up about some unrequited love and all that jazz.

I can’t remember exactly how, but we were kissing again. This time a bit less tender, a bit more ravenous. When one of my work friends did a wolf whistle at us from the other side of the bar, we decided to go up to my room.

Once we got into the room we lay down on one of two double beds. I was drunk with desire and drunk with drink – so I didn’t really register the significance of that at the time.

We started to make out heavily. I felt like a teenager that had stumbled on a credit card and booked a fancy hotel room with my school sweetheart.

Then things started to get a bit more ‘college’ than ‘high school’.

She pulled her lips away from mine and flung her head to the side, presenting the smooth nape of her neck. I leaned in and breathed her in for a second before giving her shoulder a tongue washing.

She moaned and writhed a little on the bed, she lightly grasped the bed sheet and with it the last of my inhibitions.

I kissed along her neck towards her shoulder, pulling aside the strap of her dress as I did so. Her moan turned into a slight giggle and with a mischevious look at me, she pushed me aside and leaned over to dim the light switch by the bed. Just enough so you could still see everything.

I kept pulling the strap of her dress down, giggling along with her. I honestly could not believe my luck. The top part of her dress came down, revealing a beautiful, slightly freckled torso, slender shoulders and two straight-up worldies hidden by a lace white bra. She pushed it down even further, and exposed her flat but soft tummy and the incredible curve of her waist.

I lay my hands on her tummy and kissed her again, full and firm. She lingered for a moment, then pushed me off again, and flipped herself over onto her front, facing away from me she slowly pushed herself up on her knees, pushing out her curvaceous ass, still covered by the bottom half of her dress. I reached out and rubbed all across it, feeling two perfect globes of ass cheek. I couldn’t wait to see underneath. I took her position as an invitation to remove her dress all the way down. I teased her a little by removing her shoes and kissing up the back of her leg before yanking the dress all the way off. Maybe a little to hard. It looked like an expensive dress. She helped kick it all the way off her legs and I got an eyeful of her ass and body in classic doggy position. And she was perfect. I ran my hands up her legs and over her ass, squeezing a little as I reached her hip.

Suddenly she sat up, looked over her shoulder at me and reached back to unhook her bra. She bit her lip seductively, with that wicked smile still in her eyes. I plunged forward as she dropped the bra, kissing her neck again and wrapping my arms around her, giving myself a great top-down view of her tits. They were shapely, hanging perfectly with large dark brown nipples. Her freckles continued on to the top of her boobs, and I pulled my hands upwards from her waist and grabbed them. She made that sexy little groan again and I tweaked her nipples as I devoured her shoulders. She ground her ass into my throbbing dick, which was straining to get out of my tux. She reached up her hand and grabbed my hair as I kissed her. She tightened her grip on my hair and pulled me further in, so I lightly bit into her shoulder and she moaned loudly.

At this exact moment, no word of a lie, my colleague Darryl walks into the hotel room. He’s drunk, stumbles forward and gets an eyeful of Jem’s almost naked body. He stammered apologetically, backed out, and gave me a wink as he left. I looked back over to the other double bed and suddenly realised we were sharing a room. I felt bad, but then I felt ass against my cock. Fuck Darryl.

She told me to get naked, but leave my boxers to her. I struggled out of the tuxedo, but she kept groping my crotch as I did so, feeling the length of my dick under my boxers. Once I was out of the rest of my clothes she leaned in towards my crotch and put her mouth lightly over the material. Then she breathed a hot stream of air over my dick. Fuck that felt good. My little soldier was renting out the boxers something fierce, and she rubbed it a few times through the boxers before leaning in again to lick up my treasure trail and up to my belly whilst lowering the boxers down. My cock sprang free and smacked her under the chin, hard.

We both giggled again and she told me she hadn’t thought that through. She told me the thing was so thick it was going to leave a bruise.

It’s not that thick. I mean, it’s fine, but it was sexy that she was trying to make me feel good.

She pulled me back down onto the bed and told me to turn onto my back and close my eyes.

Before long I felt her hand slowly start to stroke my proud shaft. Then, an electric current through my skin as her tongue hit my nipple. She lapped and swirled, then licked all the way down my belly, through my pubes to the base of my dick. In one, long, slow lick she made her way up the shaft and then flicked her tongue daintily across the head. I jerked a little, overcome with the feeling. I broke her rule and snuck a peek. She looked incredible with her hand wrapped around my dick and her boobs hanging perfectly below her. Her face was as cute as ever, and it was with an amazing look of concentration mixed with lust that she opened her mouth and began to devour my dick. She sucked it, blew on it, made out with it, rubbed it against her face. I made a long exhalation and enjoyed the amazing feeling washing over me. She looked up and noticed me watching her. Her lips formed a smile around the head of my cock, then she plunged back down almost to the hilt. Now it was my run to writhe around and grab the sheets.

She kept on giving me an incredible blowjob whilst turning her whole body around to push her ass towards me again. I grabbed and wobbled and pinched every piece of her I could get my hands on. Through her lacy knickers I rubbed along the bottom of her pissy right up to her clit and paid it some attention.. Her moan with my cock buried down her throat gave me an incredible sensation I’d never felt before. I noticed my hands were quivering as I pulled the panties down over her ass and down her legs. Her pussy lips dribbled as I softly pushed my index finger against the little space between her hole and her hairless pussy. She moaned again and I felt that unbelievable feeling. I pushed two fingers into her slit, her wetness helping them glide through. Tightening her ass she sucked them in and I began to thrust them in and out. She timed her sucks on my dick with my thrusts into her and we both started shuddering with pleasure.

I have to say, thank god for the alcohol because I have no idea how I’d lasted this long with my dick inside the throats of undoubtedly the most attractive girl who has ever seen me naked. I was getting close and she could tell.. She slowed down, and then started just stroking my dick with her lips and the tips of her fingers. I started using my thumb to rub at her clit as she held eye contact with me for what seemed like an age. She pushed herself up on top of me and buried my face in her tits. As I was happily suckling, she reached behind her and pointed my cock towards her sodden lips. As we felt the first brush of plug-on-socket we both shivered in shock. This turned into a guttural moan from me as she pushed herself down onto my manhood.

Rocking back and forth with her warm heavy tits still resting on my face and my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I could honestly say it was one of the greatest moments of my life so far.

Before long, she began pulling off me again. Then thrust herself down onto me harder. Her lips gripped at my sodden prick and she began to ride me wildly. I thrust up into her hips and pulled myself up, lifting my head from below her breasts and kissing her as she rode me. Her panting started reaching a crescendo. I wanted so badly to shoot my load deep inside her. Without words, she got what I wanted and whimpered between thrusts.

“Do it.”

I started thrusting harder upwards into her, but keeping the great rhythm we had going. I slapped at her ass and pounded her sopping wet pussy from below.

She shivered again and her pussy lips started to grip my dick even harder as she clenched her muscles uncontrollably. Her gasps became shorter and sharper and she groaned as her legs began to shake and her pussy began to quiver out of me. I came deep inside her. It felt like streams and streams flooding her cunt and I felt it start to trickle back down over my dick mixed with her juices.

We slid together into a torrent of post-orgasmic pushes and kisses and squelches as my dick grew soft inside her.

Around 10 minutes after we came, with my soft cock still in the slightly shallower end of that gorgeous pussy , there was a knock on the door. It was 3:30am.

I realised I had to let Darryl in. He couldn’t sleep in the doorway.

She quickly got off me and started pulling on her dress, gathering up her panties and bra and putting them in her handbag.

“Get dressed. We’ll have to find somewhere else for round two.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/75sclj/wedding_one_night_stand_with_girl_of_my_dreams_mf