A few years back, I got an invitation to attend my distant female relative’s wedding down in Hilton Head, SC. I’d never been there before and figured “why the hell not?” as I’d never met any of these relatives.
My Mom was also attending the wedding. She had seen me flirt with girls on vacation before and as a result, affectionately referred to me “the man whore” whenever we were someplace with single women. She given me a heads up before I arrived that the relative getting married wasn’t exactly the hottest girl and to not expect there to be a huge pool of willing females. I shrugged it off, figuring that even if the wedding sucked I could probably play a round or two of golf and explore the area to kill the time.
I flew in on Friday afternoon and took an expensive and long ride over from Savannah’s airport after arriving later as the connecting flight in Atlanta was late. The rehearsal dinner was already underway when I arrived so I did a quick refresh and clothing change, dropped my bags, then made it to the dinner a few miles away via another cab. Everyone was very welcoming and made me feel like part of the family, even though our biological connection involved a distant great grandfather or the like. We decided that we were second cousins to make it easy and they introduced me around that way. The bride to be was a few years older than me and she had three other sisters closer to my age. One sister was halfway cute (engaged) and the other two were very average looking women but all were fun. All of them were very nice and I genuinely had a good time hanging out with then and their boyfriends.
I played golf on Saturday morning after my morning workout (back then I was hitting the gym six days a week and had the no-neck big shoulders to prove it), had lunch, got cleaned up and ready for the wedding later that afternoon. Since I had nothing to do the mother of the bride put me to work as a gopher, which was fine as I didn’t really know anybody to socialize with before the ceremony. The wedding went down without a problem. I drove my Mom’s rental car over to the hotel where she was staying and where the reception was to be held. The food and booze were good and the dee-jay was doing a good job so I danced and sweated up a storm with my female relatives as their boyfriends were crap dancers. During my breaks, I surveyed the single women at the party and decided that, with the exception of one petite blonde, I should probably look elsewhere if I planned to get laid that night.
As the party was winding down, my mom told me that she was going to bed. She gave me her car keys to drive back to my little hotel a few miles away (this was before Uber). One of female relatives my age was hanging near the exit with the petite blond I had scoped out before. They told me there was an after party that I should attend at a bar pretty close to my hotel. I appraised the girlfriend named Michelle. She was petite and cute with short blond hair however the little black cocktail dress she was wearing revealed some decent curves that piqued my interest. I played dumb and asked her if she would come with me and navigate to the party since I didn’t know my way around the island. She accepted and we drove off to the bar.
It was only a few minute drive as Hilton Head isn’t very big. We chatted on the way and it turned out she was a local who had been friends with all of the sisters since they were young, but she was planning to move to New Orleans in a few weeks as she found Hilton Head too quiet for a girl in her 20’s. When we arrived at the bar, she reminded me that I was her ride back to her car at the hotel. We found the group from the wedding at an outdoor table and she sat down, but there weren’t any more seats. There was a railing on the other side of the table, so I hung out there, hanging by the table and listening in, but since I was an outsider most of their discussion was inside knowledge of their friends in Hilton Head. I looked over and realized that I was only one traffic light away from my hotel so I started powering down drinks and having fun, not really caring that I didn’t know anybody very well.
I was enjoying the music and started chatting up some girls my age who were pretty cute. I flirted with them for awhile, trying to determine a strategy to divide one from the protection of their herd, which is always difficult without a wingman. By then, I had pretty much stopped paying any attention to the group at the table I was supposedly with and decided to focus my efforts in getting laid. Once or twice I looked over at the table and saw Michelle staring my way, but she turned her head away every time. She surprised me a few minutes later by saddling up close to me, slipping her arm through mine as she did. I looked over and realized that most of the wedding party was getting up to go home. Michelle reminded me that I was her ride back to the hotel.
The girls I was flirting with gave me a stink eye and wandered off. I watched them stomp away in frustration but paid my tab, waved goodbye to the group, then we walked to my rental car. I realized when I got behind the wheel that it wasn’t a good idea for me to drive, so I decided to cut the journey short by driving us the short block away to my hotel.
I pulled into the parking lot and she was confused.
“Why are we stopping here?” she asked.
“I honestly need a few minutes to sober up,” I confessed. “Let’s grab a coffee at the bar.”
“This place closed an hour ago,” she replied as we walked into the deserted lobby.
“Let’s go up to my room and I’ll make some instant coffee,” I suggested. “I need something.”
Michelle opened her mouth to voice a protest but I could see she was reconsidering her objection since I hadn’t been aggressive about flirting with her. She followed me up the staircase and into my room after I pulled the door open. She sat on the edge of the bed while I tried to figure out the coffee maker next to the sink, kicking off her black heels onto the carpet.
“My feet are killing me,” she said with a grimace. “I’m not used to wearing high heels.”
I realized my coffee maker didn’t have any filters so I gave up. I saw a small bottle of hotel lotion and figured I would be chivalrous. I pulled up the chair next to the bed, propped her feet on my lap, and started applying the lotion. She was hesitant at first and I could tell she was freaking out about getting a foot massage by a guy she just met in his hotel room, but since I hadn’t been flirting with her she wasn’t sure about my intentions. I rubbed her feet for a few minutes and she was doing her best to stifle some groans of relief.
“You’re pretty good at that,” she whispered, biting her lip tentatively as she was still trying to determine if I was going to make a move.
I worked my way up her calves. She leaned back and lay down on the bed, which gave me just enough angle up her dress to see that she was wearing some lime colored panties. I worked my way farther up her legs until I was flicking my fingertips under the hem line of her dress, but she tensed up, pushing my hands back down.
“That’s far enough,” she stated, then sat back up on the bed. “Can you drive me home now?”
“Honestly, I got a little buzzed at the bar so you’re gonna have to give me a few minutes to sober up, or I can always call you a cab if you are in a rush.”
“This is Hilton Head. There’s like two cabs on the whole Island and they’re never available.”
“Then give me a minute to change out of these clothes into something comfortable,” I replied. “But I’ll give you a ride when I sober up. Maybe a shower will help. I’ve soaked this suit all the way through.”
I grabbed a tee shirt and pair of boxers from my bag, then walked into the bathroom that had the shower and toilet. I peeled off my suit which was really sticky with humidity, then rinsed off in the shower. I heard a knock on the door when I turned off the water.
“Do you mind if I borrow a tee shirt?” she asked from the other side of the door.
“No problem,” I replied as I dried off. I put on my boxers, then opened the door and threw the suit into the corner. She was standing with her back to me wearing her panties and bra. She turned around and walked past me.
“My turn.” She scooted around me into the shower with my extra tee-shirt in her hands, then closed the door behind her. I combed my wet hair, put one some deodorant then laid down on the bed after pouring myself a glass of wine from a small airplane bottle. I turned on the TV as the shower ran for a good five minutes. I heard the water turn off then a few minutes later she came out of the bathroom wearing my tee-shirt. It looked good on her. I wear an XL sized tee-shirt so it was pretty big on her, big enough so that the bottom of the shirt was almost to her knees. I was wondering what was underneath my shirt then she threw her panties and bra on the chair where she’d left her dress, shoes and purse.
“It doesn’t look like your sobering up plan is going too well,” she commented, staring at the glass of red wine in the plastic cup I was drinking.
“In all honesty I’m kind of jet-legged and tired,” I yawned. “Playing golf in the humidity then going to a wedding pretty much wore me out.”
Her eyes narrowed as she was trying to figure out my game. Till that point, other than giving her a foot massage I really hadn’t tried to seduce or flirt with her at all, but I had a feeling that since I’d caught her staring at me while I was flirting with the other girls then she must have been interested. I pulled the covers back for her to join me in the bed. She scooted in and pulled the sheet back to cover herself, then looked at me with a questioning expression. I handed her the wine which she finished with a chug then threw the cup into the trash can by the TV.
I turned off the light then settled back onto the pillow. We laid on the bed a few feet apart. We lay there for a few minutes silently. I decided to break the ice.
“So how did you like the foot massage?” I asked, turning towards her.
“It was really nice,” she said, turning towards me. Our faces were only a few inches apart by then.
“Is that tee-shirt comfortable?”
“It feels like I’m wearing a tent. I looked at the label. I don’t know many guys our age that wear an XL. What are you, some kind of steroid freak or something?” She reached out and placed her hand on my bicep. “Your arms are huge.”
“I work out, but no, I don’t do steroids. I know guys that do but it messes with your sex drive and shrinks your balls. I like girls too much to mess with that stuff.”
“Are you sure you like girls? You’ve been ignoring me all night.”
“I love women.”
“Prove it.”
I leaned in and kissed her gently, brushing my lips against hers, but she wasn’t having it and stuck her tongue down my throat while scooting over on the bed until she was pressed up against me. Her free hand moved from my arm onto my chest, plucked at the tuft of chest hair a few times, then snaked down my stomach. I was still wearing boxers but she just thrust her hand into the piss slit and located my semi-erect cock. She rolled on top of me and pulled my tee-shirt over her head, throwing it over her shoulder. She surprised me with her aggression and rolled my boxers down over my hips. I lifted my ass off the bed and helped her pull them off, rolling to each side.
Both nude, she leaned down to kiss me again while I started fondling her boobs, which were surprisingly large for such a petite girl. She stuck her tongue into my ear and whistled in a sharp breath of pleasure as her nipples hardened as I played with them. My cock was now fully hard and I could feel the damp of her pussy juices on my cock as she worked her clit against it, pinned against my stomach. She was literally wrapping her pussy lips around the bottom half of my cock by now, but I wanted to be fully inside of her so I shifted my hips downward enough to free it, then when she moved her hips again I slid right into her. She leaned back and started grinding on me, taking my full length into her by leaning back and shifting her feet to either side of my hips so she could ride me cowgirl style. She put her hands on my chest, grabbing a pectoral muscle in each hand and rode me for all I was worth. She pistoned her body up and down on my cock until her legs quivered and she moaned loudly. She came quietly for such an aggressive girl but I wasn’t done, so I pulled her down next to me, face down on the bed, then mounted her from behind. I reached around and under her hips, fingering her clit while I pumped my hips. She reached between her legs and pinned my hand in place so she could fuck my middle finger with her clit while cock wormed deeper into her wet folds. I felt her body shudder again and she cried out a little more loudly this time, which turned me on even more. I felt my balls start to pump their hot load and pulled my cock out, emptying my jizz on her ass in five or six spurts that covered her backside.
I rolled over and off the bed, retrieved a hand towel to wipe off the hot load, but she waved me off and rolled over on her side of the bed. I kissed her lightly then collapsed on the bed next to her, happy that I wasn’t laying in the wet spot.
I woke up six hour later and was having an erotic dream of getting a blow job. It turned out to be real as she already had my fully erect length in her mouth, blowing me awake. She looked at me with my cock in her mouth, visible in the morning light streaming into the room and winked at me. She climbed on top of me a minute later, grabbing my cock and guiding it into her again. I didn’t say a word but watched in awe as she got herself off, using me like a morning dildo. I grabbed a tit in either hands and made small circles around her nipples, gently pinching them to see how much pressure she liked. I could tell she liked it rougher than other girls I’d been with and pinched a bit harder, which caused her to groan in happiness. She worked herself up and down on my cock, slamming her body down on mine over and over again. Her expression suddenly changed and she bit down on her lower lip as she came quietly. I lifted her up with my hands on either side of her hips and and took control of her, lifting her up and down on my cock to get me closer again. I pushed her down onto her back and penetrated her from missionary, throwing her legs vertically to my shoulders.
I felt myself getting close, then pulled out before I came, shooting all over her stomach this time. I collapsed next to her on the bed but she jumped into the bathroom without saying a word. I heard the shower turn on and I followed her in once it was warm.
“You were a pretty good lay,” she murmured, rinsing the cum off her stomach.
“You too,” I replied. “It doesn’t take me that long to get hard again if you’re up for another round.”
“I’ve got a shift at a brunch I have to work in an hour so I can’t.”
We toweled up, put on some clothes then headed back to her car at the hotel. I called my Mom and asked if she wanted to have breakfast. She answered and told me she’d be ready at the valet when I got there. I pulled up a few minutes later and my mom was standing there as Michelle gave me a peck on the cheek, then sauntered away after handing me her contact information on a slip of paper. My mom slid into the passenger seat, looked at Michelle walking away, then looked back at me.
“It’s a wonder of modern science that I don’t have any grandchildren by now. Where did you get to be such a slut?”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hmkx79/mf_man_whoring_at_my_cousins_wedding
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