[MF] Reunion with the Bridesmaid

I had too much time between since Christmas to reminisce (yes, quarantine). Be that as it may, I have found that it is quite fun for me to recall details of certain experiences. Writing
them down helped me to do that. Perhaps one or the other has just as much fun reading them.
English is not my native language. So please spare me comments on spelling, grammar and vocabulary.

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Julia was the sister of a college friend of mine, Erik. We had once spent a very hot weekend together during my time at university. Julia studied English and Catholic religion to become a teacher. I can’t
say anything about her skills as an English teacher. Her sexual morals were definitely not in line with Catholic doctrine.
A few years after I finished my studies, Erik got married. I was single at the time and went alone. The wedding took place in an old manor house on a lake in a small town. There were few hotel rooms.
For lack of alternatives, I had booked a bungalow completely oversized for me alone in a nearby resort.
I saw Julia for the first time in the church. She was one of the bridesmaids. Someone – probably the bride – had put the pitiful ladies into identical pastel blue, floor-length, off-the-shoulder dresses. Julia’s figure was flattered by the outfit in that she had more than sufficient bust to fill out the neckline of her dress. She had a slender neck. Around her face fell dark brown curls down to her shoulders. The dress covered, as far as I remember, a booty which, according to its size, perfectly matched her voluminous chest. At our last meeting she had not been completely shaved, but had left a trimmed triangle of pubic hair.
Two hours after church I met Julia for the first time. She was standing with others in a group talking. I joined them. She introduced me. One of the bystanders turned out to be her husband. As I recall, the first thing that popped into my head was how skinny he seemed compared to Julia. Unlike Julia, he couldn’t really fill out his suit.
From the first moment I could exchange a few words with Julia, I had the impression, she remembered our weekend, too. In the course of the further afternoon and evening our glances met over the heads of the other wedding guests one or the other time too often, as that it could be only coincidence.
At some point later in the evening, I found myself sitting alone somewhat off the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Julia sit down next to me. We looked both uninvolved further straight ahead supposedly watching the dancers. At the edge of my field of vision I could see Julia’s high heels flashing out from under her dress.
“Where is your husband?”
“He’s had enough for today, he’s already gone to our hotel
room.”
“Ah, you’re at the hotel. I just got a bungalow next door at the resort.”
“Alone?”

“Yes, there’s just me. You can walk right along the lake from here without being seen from the front desk. Mine is number 24.”
“You go ahead, I’ll catch up.”
Nodding silently, I stood up and slowly strolled outside among the other remaining guests. I took the official entrance to the resort grounds across the street.
My bungalow had a wide window front at the back, which was connected to a small terrace with a view of the lake. I turned an armchair so that I could look at the lake and anyone who would come from there. I did not turn on the light. After a few minutes I saw a shadow hurrying towards my bungalow from the lake.
I saw Julia slowly climbing the step to the terrace. She was holding her shoes in her hand. Carefully she opened the terrace door.
“Are you here?” she whispered through the slightly open door.
“Yes.”, I whispered back.
She closed the door behind her. It took her a few moments to get used to the darkness. From my location, her silhouette stood out against the night blue of the sky and the lake. She put down her shoes. I wanted to get up and walk toward her, but as soon as I moved, she told me to keep my distance. I dropped back into the chair and watched her as she unzipped her dress and carefully laid it over a chair.
“We don’t have to leave unnecessary traces, do we?” she said, still whispering, as she stepped toward me. She climbed astride me. Our mouths met in an intense French kiss. The warmth of her body, her soft skin and her weight on me were intoxicating. She was wearing only a G-string. I still wore my suit including tie.
“How much time do we have?” I asked.
“In case my husband should ask, I will have been nursing my sister for the next few hours, whom I just had to take to her hotel room, because unfortunately she drank a bit too much after all.” she breathed into my ear.
My grip around her buttocks tightened. In response, she reached into my crotch, where a noticeable hardening had formed. She stood up and pulled me by my tie behind her towards the bedroom.
She dropped backwards onto the bed and slipped out of her thong. I threw off my jacket and loosened my tie. She sat up again and took over opening my pants. She tugged down my pants and boxers. Without further warning, she leaned forward and took my cock deep and wet into her mouth. A now loud lustful moan escaped me. I took off my shirt and t-shirt while Julia worked on my cock.
Julia let go of me. I freed myself from the remains of my clothes. I let myself sink onto Julia. While we made out passionately, my hands explored her body. When I arrived at her thighs, she opened her legs willingly. With the tip of the middle finger of my right hand, I ran along the inside of her thigh to her pussy. I felt a thin fuzz soaked with moisture.
With my left hand I supported myself, with my right hand I directed my cock in front of her wet pussy. Slowly I pushed my pelvis forward and my cock centimeter by centimeter into her wet warmth.
When I started to move on top of her, she pulled her knees further. I felt her heels against my ass. We moved in unison. Her moans reminded me again how loud she could be.

I slid an arm under her lower back, pressed her against me, and turned onto my back with her on top of me. As soon as Julia was on top, Julia sat up straight. She pressed her thighs against my sides. I could feel her maneuvering my cock the way she liked it. She moved her pelvis with small movements to raise and lower.

I enjoyed the view of her voluminous tits. I ran my hands lightly over her body, massaging her breasts lightly. I still knew from our first meeting what would come now. From my side was now rather restraint required. Julia supported herself on my chest. Her movements on my cock became more vigorous. In equal measure, her moans became louder. I could see the tension building in her body. As she neared climax, she supported herself with all her weight on my chest. As her orgasm shook her, she squeezed the air out of my lungs. Just before I got seriously short of breath, the pressure eased and Julia slumped forward on top of me.
Feeling her warm breasts on my skin turned me on even more. My cock was still inside her. She nibbled briefly on my ear as her breathing calmed down again. She pushed off me, rolled over the side and got down on all fours. I knelt behind her. Julia laid her upper body on the mattress. She also obviously still knew what I liked. Her buttocks stretched demonstratively towards me. I put one hand on her hip, with the other hand I brought my cock back to her pussy. I pushed myself back into her hot, wet opening. I grasped her hip with both hands and began to pump. I enjoyed the view of her big, firm ass while I took her. I let my hands slide over it. From sheer horniness I had to pull myself together not to give her a spank at the ass.
At some point I felt Julia’s fingertips on my balls. She had pushed an arm between her legs through to my scrotum. The feeling drove me over point of no return. I came with violent thrusts inside her. I pushed my pelvis forward and pulled her additionally to me as I poured into her.

As soon as I had collected myself, I fell to the side, exhausted and happy. We both lay next to each other breathing heavily. I enjoyed the tingling, cooling sensation of our mingled fluids on my cock.

Julia stayed with me for quite a while. But we both didn’t get much sleep that night.

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