I don't understand people who don't like weddings, I love them. Drinks, food, bridesmaids, what's not to like? When my friend Jennifer got married, I was looking forward to it until I realised how stressed out everyone was. My girlfriend was the maid of honour and she got way too worked up about it. On the day, the bridal party wasn't very organised so I was roped in to help out, taking bags to the hotel and things like that. The wedding was fine but when we got to the hotel, Jennifer wanted a ridiculous number of official photos in the grounds, with her and her new husband in various poses. I think even the photographer was bored and he was getting paid for it.
While they were off being photographed and my girlfriend was supervising, I was catching up with Jennifer's older sister, Cara. I had known the family since we were kids and actually dated Cara for a short time when we were younger, but she was married now and we didn't see each other as often as we would like. She looked smoking hot in her bridesmaid dress though, it was a long, dark purple dress but it was skin tight with a corset style waist. She had her dark blonde hair curled and tied up professionally with a few curls hanging down to frame her face.
We were young when we dated and she had always maintained that she didn't want to have sex until she was married. She used to let me finger her while she wanked my cock, but we never had sex. Now that she was married though, I think she kind of realised that sex isn't necessarily as big a deal as some people make it out to be. Although she was a fairly shy and reserved woman by nature, she had been a bit more open and flirty with me the last few months. I kind of got the feeling that maybe she regretted not enjoying herself a bit more when she was young and single.
I politely told her that the bridesmaid dress looked good on her and, to my slight surprise, she told me I looked really hot in my dark suit. She winked at me when she said it and coyly sipped on her drink through a straw. We carried on chatting until Cara said "oh I just remembered, I've got a few of Jennifer's bags in my car, would you mind helping me take them upstairs."
Of course I didn't mind so we headed outside, grabbed a couple of suitcases from the car and I followed Cara up to her room. She said we would just dump everything in her room and Jennifer could collect her stuff later.
The room Cara had booked with her husband was bigger than the one my girlfriend and I had, and when we had put the bags down, I wondered over to the window to see if they had a view. I don't know why I always do that in hotels, I guess it's just a habit. I had barely turned back from the window when Cara, who had moved right behind me, quickly moved in and pushed her lips against mine. I was shocked and before I had time to react, she put her arms around my neck and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I had no idea what to do so I just grabbed her by the waist and kissed her back.
She pressed her body up against mine and I ran my hands down over her firm arse. As I grasped it tightly, she let out a moan and kissed me harder. I remembered how sensitive her small breasts were so I brought one hand up, ran it over her chest, and grasped one of them. As I gently squeezed it, she pulled her mouth off mine, groaned loudly and said "I need you, I want it right now, I need you inside me."
She frantically began pulling the long thick hem of her dress up and bunching it in her arms.
