Everybody cheered as the bride and groom shared their first kiss.
They walked hand in hand back up the isle, friends and family
clapping them on, some throwing petals in celebration.
A young couple watched from the pews, smiling as the newly wed
made their grand exit from the arched colonial church.
“Hard to believe it’s been 8 years.” The man said. “I can still see us
standing there.” She glanced at him while he admired the tall stained
glass windows. “You’re still looking pretty good.” she added. He smirked
“you’re not so bad yourself.”
“So what do we do now?” he asked. “it’ll be a few hours till the
reception.” “I think there’s erb-derbs and drinks on the lawn”, she
replied. “Erb-derbs?” he laughed. “You mean horse divorce?”.
“Yea” she smiled, “Hors d’oeuvres”. She mockingly threw her nose
in the air and he copied. “Shall we retire to the garden terrace my dear?”
he said, offering a linked arm. “Tally ho.” she quipped in a spirited
English accent. She rested her hands on his arm and they both chortled
as they exited the small chapel.
The open lawn was adorned with round tables, each draped with a cloth
and decorated with summer flowers. A bottle of wine was placed off
center next to a small plate of canapés. They walked to a table under
the partial shade of a red gum tree. “shall we sit?” he asked, pulling a
chair out for her. “Oh, thank you good sir” she said. He sat down
opposite her and poured them both a glass of red wine, the fine
bubbles glistened in the light of the late afternoon sun. She took a sip, then
breathed in deep, reclining with one leg over the other, glass still in
hand. “You look relaxed.” he said. “mhmm” she mumbled with closed
eyes. “Its been a while”.
This wedding was a little different from most they had attended, they
only really knew the bride and groom. As such, they didn’t feel the
pressure to mingle, it was a nice change of pace and a rare opportunity
just to enjoy the atmosphere. He looked around and drew his own deep
breath, trying to catch a hint of the clean country air. Instead, the subtle
floral notes of her perfume beckoned his attention.
In the rush of getting to the wedding on time, he hadn’t even had a
chance to stop and admire the effort she’d gone to. The crimped loose curls
caressed her neck and the floral cocktail dress hugged her figure tightly,
only below her hips did the dress open to soft pleats cut just above the knee.
“What you lookin’ at punk?” she jested. “Nuthin’.” His grin hidden as he took
another sip from the glass.
They sat, idly chatting until the golden haze sun dipped below the vineyard
hills. Warm blinking fairy lights sparkled, dangling from the tree above
and the shadows cast to danced to the ambient music from under the marquee.
The couples chatter growing more boisterous like the dusk birds in the distance,
the wine bottle now empty.
“where’s this wedding party at?” He said. “I’m starting to get hungry.”
“It’s only been an hour and a half” she replied. “I might have to have
you as a snack” he ribbed as he stood up from the table. She recoiled in
mock surprise, then smiled. “Ill be back in a sec.” he said. As he
stood up from the table she watched him.
The alcohol had given her a playful buzz and she thought about how sexy
he looked walking away in his suit, it pulled in nicely at the waist and the blazer
was just the right height that she could still see the tight shape of of
his butt under the fairy lights. she gently bit her lip as he
disappeared into the thicket of bushes behind them.
She thought about his joking proposal, No, that’d be too naughty, she
reminded herself. After a few minutes his face appeared from behind the
bushes. “you get lost?” she asked. “Na, there’s that little pond with
the jetty thing out the back here. With the near full moon it looks
stunning.” As he sat down he made eyes with her. “Sometimes it’s nice to
just stop an appreciate the surroundings. You really are my favorite
person in the world and I’m so glad I got to marry you.” he said.
“aw, stop it babe” she blushed. “You’re alright i guess.” They both
smile, breaking gaze and looking down briefly at the table. He reached
out and held one of her hands. “Seriously though, you are so incredibly
beautiful, you’re everything I want.” He leaned in, she followed. Her
lips met his and tenderly he kissed her once, then leaned back.
“hoh!” she shivered. “you’re making me tingle.” They both laughed. He
looked around then at the length of the tablecloth. She quizzed him with
her eyes, furling her brow, then she felt it. A foot on her ankle.
It could be the wine, but maybe, just this time, she could be just a
little bit naughty. He raised his foot and she uncrossed her legs. Up to
her knee and back he stroked her calf a few times. She felt her heart
race as he paused at her knee. She raises an eyebrow and his foot moves
closer. She slowly strokes the stem of the wineglass with her thumb and
forefinger in anticipation.
He wriggles forward and presses his toe against her panties lightly. A
shiver runs up her spine and she breathes deeply.
Slowly, he moves his toe, up and down, barely brushing her front. Small
waves sweep over her, growing an ache that intensifies with each feather
past her clit.
She can feel herself getting wet. It all just feels like an agonizing tease
and all she wants is to do is grind up on him and feel his breath on her neck.
“Ok” she says “lets kill some time.” “Wa-whadda you mean?” He responds,
genuinely taken back. “lets go for a quick walk, find that pond.” She gives him
the look and he smiles. He slips his shoe back on and they try not to look too
suspicious as they push the chairs back into the table properly. When no
one is watching, he takes her hand and leads her along the worn path
behind the overhanging red-gum.
The trail almost glows in the moonlight, as she tugs on his hand to
stop. She pulls him into her, kissing him deeply. He pushes her against a
nearby tree, pressing himself into her clit as he kisses her neck. He
runs his hand up the inside of her dress, his fingers finding her damp
lace undies. He presses firmly and for a moment she has some
satisfaction that takes the edge off.
He gyrates his fingers a few times as they become sticky. Her heart
beating in her ears.
“Hurry up.” She says pushing him back. “How far is this place?” “Its
just up here.” He says almost sweeping her off her feet.
They follow a corner, their footsteps on the gravel dulled by the dense
bush land surrounding them. The path opens up to a small moonlight pond,
water lilies shining in the light and a small dock with wooden railings.
Their pace slows as they reach the dock, her heels and his dress shoes
tapping on the boardwalk.
They reach the end and he pulls her into his arms leaning against the
solid railing. He kisses her deeply, their tongues mixing, their hands
rubbing up and down each others backs. She can feel how hard he is
through his taut pants and she drops her head back as he kisses her neck
and begins to fondle her breast.
Both his hands move to her hips and he turns her around to face the
pond, the edge of the railing perfectly pressing a flourish of pins and
needles throughout her body as he squeezes her against it.
His hands wander to the bottom of the dress and he slides it up,
hitching it over her bum and exposing her g-string. She pushes back,
parting her legs as she rests her arms and head on the flat railing. He
kneels behind her, eagerly peeling the lace halfway down her thighs.
Even though she knows whats about to happen, it still surprises her,
with each hand he spreads her lips, she first feels the heat of his
breath, then the hot warmth of his tongue on her clit. She throbs even
harder as he draws his tongue back to her hole and probes it in and out a
few times before making a few laps around her cherry again.
“Mmm, no more” she whispers “i need you to do me hard!”
Ignoring this, he slips his thumb inside her as his index finger glides
along the side of her clit, drawing back with a gentle pinching motion
as if trying to touch his fingers together. Again, pushing deeper into
the wet warmth, he massages her g-spot sending quivers down her legs.
Standing to his feet, he takes his index finger and circles her
entrance, stretching it a little. She groans and buries her face into
one of her elbows.
His other hand fumbles to find his zipper blindly. Unzipping, he the
drags his firm member free of the constricting pants. Taking a grasp at
the base, he teases her by slapping it a few times on her bare bum. She
bites her lip, itching to feel his love. He guides it up the side of her
leg and presses his rock hard shaft on her dripping clit. He begins
thrusting slowly against her, she feels the bump of the head move over
and back, she feels so swollen she could pop. She moans and he draws up
to her eager opening, he pushes just the tip into her before pulling
out, dragging it down repeatedly and driving it between her engorged
labia. Her legs tremble as she aches for him.
Growing impatient, she waits for him to tease her with his tip and when
he does, she aggressively pushes herself back.
It takes her breath as the length of him fills her, but there is no time
for subtlety, she clenches around his throbbing girth as he tries to
pull out. She quickly reaches her arm back and pulls him in deeply.
“You want it so bad?” he says “fine”. He firmly grabs both her hips at
the bend, pulling right out before thrusting into her balls deep. A cry
escapes her lips and he grabs onto her wrist. he begins a series of
full, quick thrusts, succeeded by a few long slow ones. She loved it
when he held her so firmly, slamming her into himself made her vocalize
softly with each repetition.
He lets go of her wrist and grabs the railing with both hands. He drives
her hips into the edge of the handrail. Using his body he forces her
clit to be squeezed through the dress on the railing. She moans as he
gyrates, his full penetration almost more than she can bear.
One hand keeps the pressure while the other hand chases up her front,
finding her breast and squeezing it, he rolls his finger over the
fabric, feeling her emerging, erect nipple.
“Ugh, right there. There, there, there” she stammered as he rhythmically
pressed her in. His dick felt like it was being vacuumed, his pressing
like a suction as her pelvic floor refused to let go.
“I think i’m gonna cum.” She uttered as the building surges tantalized
her longing for orgasm. He bends his legs slightly, just enough that he
can push a little deeper, bumping her cervix.
Its enough that the chain reaction begins, she sighs, finally relaxing,
knowing her body will do the rest. There’s almost a brief lull before
the swell of sensory overload engulfs her body, emanating from her
wedged clit. Her pelvic floor constricts with such force it chokes his
already veiny girth. With the blood flow trapped, it grows even larger,
the grip and wet friction is so much that he begins to cum too.
Her pelvic floor involuntarily flutters in quick succession,
contractions are like fireworks making her muscles jolt. He ejaculates
hard, filling her with his hot cum and her body responds, tightening her
abdomen.
She regains her sense of awareness, now its just about prolonging the
ride. He pulls out to his tip, both their fluids escaping a little
before he launches back in and out furiously. He pumps relentlessly
grabbing her waist with both hands as she slowly gyrates against the
rail, waves of glorious chemicals flooding their entire bodies from head
to toe.
A deep billowing rush sweeps over them as his rigorous thrusting
eventually submits to a slower oscillation. Their members hypersensitive
with fulfillment.
He slumps over her arched back, kissing her neck. “That was a little
fun.” He says short of breath. “Whew” she says, breathing deeply.
“You’re not wrong.”
He slips something into her hand, “whats this?” She asks somewhat
perplexed.
“A pad, ya’know, for.. The mess.” “You brought a pad, for me. In case we
had sex?” she said turning around to face him confused. “Yea” he
smiled, “no mess, no fuss.” They both laughed as they fixed themselves
up. “You’re an idiot.” She beamed, “joke’s on you, we’re married!” He
clapped. “No backs!”
He straightened his tie and she shimmied her dress in place, “Shall we
retire to the garden terrace my dear?”, he said, offering a linked arm.
“Tally Ho.” she retorted. She rested her hands on his arm and they both
chortled as they walked back to the wedding.
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