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Premarital Sexcapades

Wedding Jitters

By Vivian HeartPublished 5 years ago 4 min read
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July in Georgia is always a hot and sticky time of year. Guests fanned magazines in one hand in an attempt to create an artificial breeze. Swinging their other hand in the air trying to deter the gnats that swarmed around their head. The wedding was scheduled to start twenty minutes ago. Jitters hit the bride and her bridesmaids were doing everything they could to get her to the altar. In the meantime, people were wilting in their seats.

“Stephanie, what’s wrong? You know you love Ben, don’t you?” Jennifer’s voice became whiny. Stuck in a long satin pink gown that began to darken under her arms as the sweat dripped from her. Being the Matron of Honor has not been easy with Stephanie. First the horrible dresses then the indecisiveness with the cake and invitations. Last night topped it off pulling a disappearing act at three in the morning. Jennifer had been up all night waiting for her return. “Enough already,” she thought to herself.

“Okay,” hissed the bride. “I know, I know.” She paced the floor. Irritated at herself and the feelings that had begun the night before. She was at the bar with her bridesmaids, that now stood dripping while waiting for her. It was her last night out as a single woman. Her last hoorah, last chance to live wild and free. No more one night stands or crazy sexcapades.

No more apartment, her safe place to run to when Ben rode her last nerve. She had to ask herself if she wasn’t making a mistake. Sure she loved Ben but did she love him enough? Looking at her reflection in the mirror, the white dress, her black hair pulled up in high ringlets, round black eyes hiding her secrets from the night before.

He leaned in close to her, his cologne filling her nose. It was intoxicating. She couldn’t get enough of it, so she leaned in closer to him, inhaling. His strong physic turned her on immediately. He was tall with broad shoulders and he was interesting, he made me laugh. After drinking all evening and hammering back tequila shots it wasn’t hard to make the decision to meet him after the girls went to their room.

After that it was a blur, a whirlwind. Meeting him in the deserted cobblestone street, dimly lit by old black iron street lights. The sound of the river serenaded us while our lips found one another. His full lips felt so good, so soft. I couldn’t get enough, I wanted him badly.

Taking my hand he led me down the street to a dark corner underneath the bridge that stretched across the river. Our hands explored each other, caressing and tugging at the clothes that seemed to effortlessly give way. Not worried about being seen or being caught we stood nude in the shadows. Bending down he cupped my breast and slipped my nipple into his mouth. Moaning outwardly while his tongue flicked and teased me. I wanted more, I wanted him.

“Please,” I murmured, tugging on his waist urging him to come forward, urging him to take me. Feeling the cool brick press up against my back when he hiked my leg up. His fingers finding my recently waxed clitoris area. He pulled back and smiled at me when he realized what a treat this was going to be. Eagerly he explored me, his fingers dwelling in me, feeling my moisture, my desire.

Angling himself, he pressed against my lips. Letting me know he was sizable. I inhaled when he gave his final thrust forcing his way into me. Only to continue with his wonderful thrusts carrying me to passionate heights I had never experienced with Ben. We continued to fuck for the next forty-five minutes. He brought me to orgasm not once or twice but three magical times. Eating my pussy until I released myself in his mouth. Stopping only to slip deeper into the corner when we heard voices approaching. The thrill was amazing. The thought of never experiencing something like that again was terrifying.

“Should I tell the guests to go home?” Jennifer asked. Being the Maid of Honor she felt it to be her duty.

Looking away from the mirror my mouth moved and I couldn’t believe the words I was saying…..

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