It was Susan's wedding that brought it all back to him; the seven of them all together for the first time for many years. They had all gone their separate ways and been successful in their different ways. They were not really that close but, as he looked on as they gathered in front of the photographer, there was something indefinable that bound them together. Born within a month of each other, in different countries and cultures, they had all flown into London for the wedding. They mixed freely among the other guests and it was only for that moment when the pictures were being taken that they were all together.
Sebastian smiled and walked out on to the balcony overlooking the river with his elder brother, Tom. It seemed such a long time ago...
It had been a stupid, drunken wager. Sebastian and Tom had just sold the publishing business they had built up together during the previous ten years or so. The offer had been too good to refuse; they were both unmarried and in their thirties. The deal had completed in the early hours and the cash was now safely in the bank. The champagne flowed and they made the bet. Whoever won would pass half of his share of their fortune to the other. They were sober enough to realise that they would both never have to work again, even if they lost the bet.
They booked a well-known country house hotel for their exclusive use over a long summer weekend. Sebastian and his team made all the arrangements; every thing had to be perfect. He had the bridal suite and a personal servant for four nights. He spent the first night and the following day sleeping and resting; he had gone through the last month without sex, alcohol or undue exertion. He was as ready as he could be!
At midnight on the Saturday night, he had shaven, bathed, dried himself and was lying naked on the silk sheets in the four poster bed. It was a warm summer's evening with a gentle breeze from the open window. Sebastian heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," he said noticing how he hardened immediately.
She was a stunningly beautiful woman of medium height with short light brown hair, startling green eyes and high Eurasian, almost Mongolian cheekbones. She wore a simple blue gown; as she walked toward the bed, she allowed it to fall to the ground revealing her naked below. Sebastian gasped at the whiteness of her skin, contrasting with the full dark bush between her legs and the large pink nipples at the centre of her superb uplifted breasts.
She said nothing but smiled enigmatically as she lay on the bed beside him. All she did was get into position on her back and opened her legs. He had planned to take it more slowly but found himself acting as a wild animal might. He got himself above her and shoved in, finding her surprisingly moist and ready for him. The delight of feeling cunt lips around him after so long was too much; he drove all the way in, then moved faster and faster. She wrapped her legs around him and fucked him back.
It was all over so quickly; Sebastian felt it coming and made no attempt to control the orgasm. He pushed hard as he came inside her and he seemed to feel her pussy muscles squeezing harder as if to pull all the spunk into her. He relaxed and eased himself out of her.
"I'm so sorry. It's been a while; you know how it is!"
She smiled again, remaining silent, gave him a light kiss on the lips and rose from the bed. She picked up her gown and, still naked, walked elegantly and aloofly from the room. The last glimpse of her shapely body was her perfect bottom wiggling provocatively as she opened the door and left.
