Country hotel 100 + guests

Best man standing in an outer room late in the proceedings, light fading, disco loud in the main ballroom. The door opens and a shadowy figure enters, you recognize the chief Bridesmaid as she turns and locks the door. You think she has not seen you and you start to open your mouth to tell her of your presence. She turns covering her lips with two fingers and she tells you to shush.

She moves over to you and leads you to a covered settee and pushes you down onto it. She kneels in front of you on the floor pushing your legs apart. Her fingers agilely pulling your zipper down and freeing your erect cock to her gaze. She rapidly divests you of your trousers and leans forward, Biting your stomach gently before using her tongue first in your navel and then as she pulls the foreskin back she flicks her moist tongue over your bulging cock head, barely touching but causing a rapid rigidity in your cock. Her hands cupping your balls as as she slides her lips over your cock head, her skirt riding up showing a bare ass in the mirrored walls as she bounces on your cock sucking and licking along its length.

She hears you begin to moan out loud and slides up your body to give you a deep throat kiss effectively silencing you. Her hands rubbing over your cock as your tongues mate to a frenzied rhythm, she slides onto your lap, her skirt round her waist still kissing you. She slides down her wet pussy drenching your abdomen until it comes into contact with your cock.

She forces her hips hard against you as she envelops your cock deep within her. Bouncing up and down grinding her pussy against your cock. Rotating her hips for deeper contact. Not letting up up for air as she rides your cock, harder, faster, deeper than you ever have had before. Suddenly she stills on you as her body is wracked with contractions round you. Her pussy strangling your cock with the force of her climax. jerking in your arms as the shivers of pleasure abate. Your arms circle her lifting her to the table along the wall of the room. You whisper her to hold on to the edge as you enter her pussy hard and fast. Taking her as she has already taken your fingers opening her bodice so your lips can graze her tightly bound tits. The nipples freed to your mouth quivering in the air conditioned room. Your hands on her shoulders as you continue to thrust, in - out - in - out- in - out her hips begin to match your rhythm as she begins to respond once more. You turn her over so she is laying face down and enter her forcefully from behind telling her to watch herself being taken in the mirror.

Her eye wide reflected in the glass as she watches her body bucking against your cock, panting as the pleasure builds once more. She feels your cock growing even harder inside her making her cry out in pleasure. You whisper into her ear shush we will be heard over the disco if not careful. Your cock stroking her pussy walls deep and firm causing your cock to pulsate with need. You hold her hard against the table as you thrust for the final time. Holding the stroke your cock starts to spurt its hot load so deep inside her she screams, her pussy climaxing once again as she finds it difficult to breath. Her pussy milking you of all your cum. You remain in this position for about 5 minutes as your climax is soooooooooooooo protracted emptying your cock into her.

Slowly you withdraw realizing that the band has gone quiet. Looking at your watch it is nearly midnight - looking into her eyes you say to her that her husband will be looking for her. She quickly rearranges her dress and kisses you gently on the lips - she tells you not to worry she will not be telling her husband where she has been. She tells you to give her a few minutes before leaving the room as she whispers a very quiet thank you. You realize that you are still half naked and move to lock the door after her before quickly dressing.

When you rejoin the party you look for the bridesmaid but cannot see her - you turn to the bride and ask where your bridesmaid is. She points her out but you do not recognize the woman - it isn't her so who was the mysterious lady who literally ravaged your senses in the anteroom. No-one recognizes her description. You put a hand into your jacket pocket pulling out a piece of paper. Written on it is the following:

It wasn't a dream Lover or was it?

Till next time we meet.... dream of me and how we felt as we were joined as one.

crunching up the paper you push it back into your pocket - to take it back out later as you wonder - was it a dream?