The [M]aid O[f] Honor [FM] [public]

I was lying in bed, watching but not really paying attention to Sunday night tv. My phone had vibrated and I’d seen a message from *Mandy* “Hey just at the reception, I’ll be able to duck out for a sec if you want to come up, see me in my Maid of Honor’s dress and say hi?”
“Sure, been wanting to see you in the dress, it looked great when you showed me the photo at the shop. I’ll walk up now?”
“Great, I’ll be a couple of minutes, meet you in the yard of that place 4 doors down, you’ll be able to work out which one.”

So I turn the tv off, put on a pair of converse and a hoodie and walk out the front of my house. The reception for the wedding *Mandy* messaged me about is, through a great coincidence, only around the corner of mine, maybe 200 – 300 yards at most. The night was really dark and had been a bit warmer than I expected. “Glad I was wearing shorts” I’d thought to myself. I’d met *Mandy* about 6 months ago online and we’d really hit it off. She was refreshingly fun, always looking at the bright side of everything, and incredibly incredibly sexy with an amazing ass and a smile that would drive anyone wild.

Having seen a photo of the dress she was referring to a few weeks before I couldn’t wait to see her in it in person. It was figure hugging, that material that looks almost poured on and on her figure, with that smile… Well Playboy wouldn’t have hesitated to use a photo of that as a centrefold.

As I got closer to the venue I started to try to work out which one she meant. I counted for doors down. Of course, it was the old place with the hedges. The street light out the front of it had been broken for months and it had a little alcove in the hedges where, cause of the position and darkness from the broken light you couldn’t be seen from the street but you could still see. I walked up, ducked into the yard and lent against the hedge “huh, I must have beaten her here” I thought to myself.

I could the noise from the reception get louder and her voice say “I’m just getting some fresh air, I’ll be back”. After a couple of seconds she walked into view.

Peach coloured shoulderless dress, as figure hugging… No. Even more figure hugging than I thought. Walking under the streetlights I could see the outline of her figure perfectly, lean legs, the sway of her ass, her full and perky breasts, even, I realised, the outline of her hard nipples…

Halfway to me she stopped. I could see that cheeky smile start to form as she turned back to face the venue. With a cheeky look over her shoulder she bent over giving me a perfect view of her ass in all its magnificent glory. Already hard i could feel myself getting harder.

My phone buzzed. I looked down and read “Did you like that view? I think you should kneel down for me so I can give you a better view.”

I looked up to see her walking towards me, cheeky smile in full bloom, and a naughty look in her eye. I backed into the darkness and dropped to my knees.
She quickly ran the last few yards, looking to make sure there was no-one else around to see where she’d run to.
“So” she said as she twirled “what do you think?” Stopping with her ass towards me, she said “How does this view look?” “A..a…amazing” I stammered, my face inches from her ass.

“How about now?” She said she slowly lifted her dress, revealing her thighs, the bottom of her ass, her g-string. “….” My expression must have said what she wanted to hear as she started slowly peeling down her g-string and pushing back towards me
“and now?” She asked as I told hold of her g-string and slid down her thighs revealing her gorgeous ass and glistening pussy.

She reached back, and pulled my head into her ass. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my tongue, I slid a hand between her legs as she lent over and pulled her ass against my face. I ran my tongue down her pussy, tasting her wetness, then up her ass to the base of her spine feeling her shiver as I did.

“Oh please don’t stop *Edward*” she begged as I lent back slightly. Leaning forward I buried my face into her again, my tongue flicking, probing, and tasting her. I pulled her waist towards me so I could bury my tongue as deep inside of her as possible while my fingers rubbed her clit. It felt like it had only been seconds but I felt her start to shudder, and her pussy grip my tongue.

“Oh please please please don’t stop” she quietly begged, putting a hand over her mouth to try to hide her moans. I flicked, licked and drove my tongue into her faster and faster in time with her rhythm as she pushed back into me until she arched her back, pulled my head hard into her and came, flooding my mouth with her juices.

She lent against the hedge, almost out of breathe as I gave her pussy a final long, slow lick – she trembled as I licked her clit, sighed as my tongue ran across the outside of her pussy tasting her juices, and groaned, pushing back against my tongue as it travelled passed her ass.

She pushed me away, pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. “Mmmm I love tasting myself on your lips” she said, then bent over and pulled her G-string back on.

“Hey what about me?” I asked as she lent around the hedge, checking no-one was there and started to walk back to the reception.
“It’s a long car ride back to my place and you did say you’ll drop me home.” she said, flashing me her cheeky smile as she walked back towards the reception, the dress pulling tight against her perfect ass as I watched her walk.

***My first effort – please be kind! Any feedback helps!***

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