Lindsay licked her lips. She would love to know the man in the tuxedo. She'd been eyeing him ever since the ceremony when she saw him standing next to the groom. He had a pair of sinfully full lips that she wanted to suck on and thick, silky dark hair she wanted to run her fingers through. She caught his eye and slowly, teasingly licked her lips.
Tim caught sight of the tall, leggy blonde during the receiving line but hadn't had the chance to meet her yet. She was wearing a short, dark pink skirt with a matching jacket and stiletto shoes. He saw her watching him out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at her, his gaze curious. When she slowly licked her hips he felt his cock twitch and harden with interest.
Lindsay watched as he quirked an eyebrow at her. In that second she wanted him with a ferocity that surprised her. She enjoyed sex and had it often, but the look this man gave her...she could feel her nipples hardening and her cunt lips getting moist. The jacket he was wearing did nothing to hide the breadth of his shoulders. She took one hand and slid it from the back of her neck down, circling a breast, enjoying the feel of her nipples hardening even more, before traveling down to the hem of her skirt.
Tim watched as the blonde's fingers circle the hardened nub of her nipple. He felt his cock harden and thicken even more as he approached the state of full arousal. Her fingers skimmed the hem of her skirt, teasing him. He shifted uncomfortably as she slid her fingers under the edge, stroking the inside of her thigh. He suddenly wanted to be those fingers. When she stood up he straightened. She was going to come over to him. She dipped a finger into her champagne glass and brought it to her mouth, sucking off the liquid before turning and walked to the entrance.
Lindsay watched his eyes, watched how his lids lowered as she stroked the inside of her thigh. She thought sucking the champagne off her finger was inspired. Hopefully he was too, took the hint, and decided to follow her. She walked slowly giving her hips that extra little swing to seduce him.
Tim watched her hips swaying as she walked away, enticing him with every swish. He was hard and throbbing as her swaying hips brought forth images of his hands clasping them as he buried his length inside her. He knew he had to have a piece of that ass, and soon. He quickly finished off his drink and then followed her out the door and down the hall.
Lindsay stood in front of the bathroom mirror and primped her hair. She really hoped he followed her. She was itchy, needy, and she just knew he would be able to scratch all her spots. The moisture between her legs had thickened with the thought of him following her, meeting her. The question was, would he? She heard the door open and her heart sped up. A low snick, the sound of a lock being engaged, pierced the silence. She turned just as he rounded the corner. Mrrowww. He looked even better up close.
"So, was that little show you put on for my benefit or for every guy in the vicinity?" Tim asked her as he approached her.
"It was mainly for your benefit," she replied, noticing his hard cock straining the front of his pants. "But if you weren't interested I would have appreciated anyone willing to take up the gauntlet," she lied. She wanted
him
and she was going to have him, no matter what it took.
"Oh, I'm interested. I would have to be dead to not be interested," he replied with a grin as he stroked a hand over his erection.
"Are you going to do anything about it? she asked leaning back against the vanity, her weight on her arms.
"I'm thinking about it," he replied, intrigued by how the move pushed her breasts out, making her already hard nipples even more obvious. He was hard and achy and had every intention of burying his cock deep inside her, but he was also curious to see how far she'd actually go.
"Can I do anything to convince you?" she asked throatily as she spread her legs a little. God, she was so wet she was surprised it wasn't dripping down her legs.
"I don't know. Can you?" he replied, grinning even wider as her skirt stretched to its limits.
Lindsay straightened and ran her hands up her thighs, pulling at her skirt before crossing to her torso and unbuttoning her jacket. She stopped wanting to draw out the anticipation of the moment. The jacket hung open but didn't reveal anything more than the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Is that all you have?" he goaded. Her skirt had raised just enough to give him a shadowy glimpse between her thighs before her hands had moved to her jacket. His cock was straining the front of his tuxedo pants. He wanted to see more, much more, but she was playing the tease. Surprisingly, he was enjoying it.
Lindsay looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his visible erection. Licking her lips, she stepped toward him, her jacket brushing her hardened nipples and sending tingles through her breasts and down to her aching pussy.
"Oh no. I have much, much more," she whispered huskily into his ear. Reaching out, she wrapped one hand around his cock and continued, "It seems that you have a lot as well."
"Baby you don't know the half of it," he growled lowly. Her scent wafted up to him, hot, spicy, erotic. His cock surged with blood, thickening him to full hardness as she clasped him in her hand.
