Now I’m going to start this by saying that having taken up photography and now considering it as a career option is ironic for me based on my debilitating past trauma, but lately, being behind the camera hasn’t triggered me as much. Anyway, story time. Last weekend I photographed my first-ever wedding solo. It was a small group, and Hubby trusted me enough to complete the job, which was an overall success.
However, the fun part was what happened after the reception. During the entire reception, the bride & groom frequently went out to smoke. While everyone waited for them. During one of these intervals, I went to the washroom and ran into one of the bridesmaids while washing my hands. We exchanged pleasantries, and she mentioned how she was impressed at how I was doing, seemingly being everywhere at once, and that she loved my outfit. In turn, I gave her a few compliments and asked her if she had ever been a model, she said no, and I said would you like to model for me. Hitting me with the cliche lower lip bite, she reached into her dress which had pockets, which honestly every dress at a wedding needs to have, and handed me her spare room keycard, then followed it up by saying, how about tonight after the reception? Now just to clarify, I do wear my wedding ring always; she saw my wedding ring and even complimented it. I told her I was married but that I was also poly, which didn’t stop her nor me from initiating an impromptu makeout session in that bathroom, it may have provoked it, to be honest.
Things happened quickly, and I remember looking at myself in the reflection of the bathroom mirror as my tongue danced with hers inside the seal our mouths created. I placed my leg between hers as she started to grind against mine, and she playfully groped me. Then just as our moans were beginning to erupt, the door started opening, but whoever was coming in stopped to say something to someone else outside. It gave us time to break away from each other and readjust our clothing accordingly, she even managed to unhook my bra, although it latches from the front, so it’s not that uncommon, but still.
Returning to the reception, we’d exchange the odd glance with each other; I snuck a couple playful pictures of her to make her smile, then 4 hours later, after the cake was cut, I took my leave. She then intercepted me in the hallway, and we quickly exchanged phone numbers so she could let me know when she was on her way. Admittedly I was a little nervous as I went up to her room, and once I was inside said room, I knew we were going to have fun based on how she left it.
The first thing I noticed was that there was only one bed, and beside the bed on the nightstand was the holy bible, with a weird dried circle on the cover, but also her Hitachi and a bright pink dildo with a suction cup bottom beside it, and being the freak I am, I quickly connected the dots. From there, I waited, watching tv, texting/sexting hubby about what was happening until it was midnight, and I finally got a text from her saying she was on her way. Getting my camera set up again, I was ready for what was to unfold, and then I heard the click from the door, and she walked in.
She was stunning; her blue dress complimented her chocolate-like skin tone beautifully. I was admittedly quite wet at this point, and I was ready to rip my dress pants off, but I fought through it, that is, until we started making out again. She was a temptress, and things happened quickly to the point I was playfully pushing her down onto the bed, and I asked if she was ready to be my model. In turn, she told me to give her a second to get changed, and I figured she’d put on some cute lingerie, but no. Instead, she pulled the dress up from the bottom, pulling it over her head, revealing that the entire time she was completely nude under the dress, aside from two pasties, which she let me peel off, and I was like a giddy child while doing so. Her breasts were on the larger side of a B cup, and she had a medium-sized booty, similar to mine, where it’s a challenge to get into tight pants but not impossible, and her stomach was beautifully toned with a belly button piercing. Then it wasn’t until she was crawling away to get into her first pose that I saw the red heart gem plug she had in. Admittedly I felt luckier than the groom that night.
Anyway, we started taking pictures, and I got a very nice show, but in doing so, we made a game out of it so that every new pose she did, meant I had to take something off. I think she was testing me to see if I’d chicken out or not, but I didn’t back down, and then suddenly, we were both naked, making out. I ate her out also, and then we scissored with her Hitachi between the two of us, looking into each other’s eyes to see who’d cum first. She got very creamy while we did this, and then I asked if she ever squirted. She told me she hadn’t and had never done anything with a girl before until now, so I offered to see if I could change that. She accepted after we both came, and I then realized how loud she got when she orgasmed. Proving to be a screamer by definition.
Then it was time for my big moment; she laid back against the pillows, and I put one of them under her hips to elevate her. Then told her to trust me, just relax, and not fight the pleasure. She nodded, and I kissed my way down her body, sucking on both of her nips, then made my way back down the valley between her breasts. When I got to her belly button, I teased the little piercing while looking up at her. She seemed to enjoy it, and I continued until I was at her southern lips. Using my tongue to draw figure eights from her clit’s hood down to her plug, along with some zig-zags to change it up. Then I slipped my tongue inside, her whole body tensed up when I did, making her back arch, and my tongue was covered in her cream. She tasted really sweet, and I may have gotten carried away with my licking, but once a puddle started forming underneath her, I slipped two fingers inside, and she was really tight. However, knowing my own body and where my sweet spot is, I hoped hers would be relatively the same.
It took a minute to get her muscles to relax, but once she was riding the pleasure again, I got to where I needed to go and curled my fingers inside her. It took a minute to find the general area, but once I did, and doing my little finger trick, she started bucking her hips, and to add a little more gas to the fire, I started drawing circles on her now exposed clit with my tongue. She was going wild, and I kept telling her to cum. My fingers were making the iconic slushing sound, and I could feel her wetness increasing significantly; then it happened. Screaming louder than the first orgasm, as if I had just exercised some sort of demon out of her. The words “I’m cumming” were likely heard by everybody on that hotel floor, and I’m shocked no one came to check on us. However, before I could have that thought, I was greeted by a geyser of squirt erupting from this woman, forcefully ejecting my fingers. The first burst hit me head-on, most going in my mouth or down my chest, but some also went up my nose. Thankfully I was able to get out of the way as the second burst erupted, soaking the bed, and even went onto the hotel room carpet, and then a third burst that only went to the end of the bed.
I was quite proud of myself as I watched her ride the waves of what was clearly a full-body orgasm. Once she settled down and could form sentences again, I helped her get to the shower, where we made out a little bit more. While forehead to forehead between kisses under the hot water, she asked if I wanted to know a secret, I said sure, and that’s when it was revealed to me that the room next to ours was the suite the bride & groom were in. Yes, I got a text the next day from her saying that the bride & groom did hear her orgasm, which is both hot but hella awkward. Apparently, in private, the bride told her she was jealous and wanted to know who made her orgasm like that.
Anyway, after the shower, it was like 2am, and both of us were dead tired. However, the bed was still soaked, so we made a sort of makeshift bed using the comforter we thankfully took off prior and two of the pillows and slept on the floor where it wasn’t soaked and cuddled up for the night. Needless to say, my back hurt like a bitch in the morning, but waking up naked, with my breasts against this beautiful woman and my legs intertwined with hers. I kissed her lips to wake her up since the plan was for me to leave before she went and helped the bride & groom clean up everything. We managed to have one last quick shower together, and giving her a friendly kiss goodbye, she whispered to me that she thinks she’s into girls now and had a bi awakening because of me. Meaning that it looks like I have a new friend to invite over for one of my girls’ nights, or to meet my husband.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yzl7tb/ff_spent_the_night_with_a_bridesmaid
That’s so hot 😍
Great story.
Sex
wow!