Weddings always make me horny. On the one hand, you get to wondering what the bride is waering beneath her dress for that special night (and, indeed, whjat she and the groom will be getting up to). On the other, the girls are always so well dressed, and flirtatious. This is my story of an encounter with a girl at a wedding not so long ago.
I was attending the wedding of a male friend of mine, and found myself sitting at a table with his sister, who I'd known when we were both teenagers. K is the same age as me, and I always knew her as a jeans and sweatshirt type of girl. Here she was, though, in all her finery: Laura Ashley summer dress, pearls, flsh-coloured tights and taupe stilletoes. What a contrast! I couldn't keep my eyes off her, and she laughed at me for being such a cliche to ogle what she called 'wedding totty'.
Ogling or not, we enjoyed the meal afterwards and ended up dancing. It was very clear as we got onto the slower dances at the close of the evening that I was - well - aroused, and my rather hard shaft made a very telling bulge as it pressed against her through my thin linen suit.
I thought that would be it, a flirtation and nothing more, but her eyes glistened almost as much as her inviting, lip-glossed lips, so I steered her to the bar for a finalk drink. On my suggestion, she accompanied me back my room with a half bottle of chilled white and (I suspect) great expectations of a long evening of sexy fun.
