Lisa moaned heavily as Alex kissed at her neck, tilting her head back against the wall as she felt his hands grip her tighter. The elevator only had a little way to go to reach her floor, but he couldn't wait, pinning her against the wall as soon as the doors closed, their stealthy retreat together from the reception hall forgotten as soon as they could more properly explore one another. The impact had been forceful, but welcome, Lisa enjoying the way he tussled her hair and threw her glasses askew.
It was what felt like the thousandth wedding Lisa had been to in recent years, another sorority sister getting married and coming back to town for the ceremony. For whatever reason, she always said yes, even as it stopped being the weddings of senior sisters she'd looked up to and those of girls she'd only briefly known her last year. Somewhere in the middle, it had been her closest friends, and she'd been part of many a bridal party. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride...
Now not even bridesmaid. Just an old friend -- hell, acquaintance -- meant to fill out a seat and maybe send a gift. The process had grown sadder over the years, a reminder of what she didn't have yet, but the promise of an open bar and single suitors always brought her back.
The former always led to the latter; the more drinks she got in her system, the more Lisa loosened up, the more talkative with the other randoms at the singles table she became. Almost always, she let the night turn amorous, an excuse to forget her own sad life and recapture the thrill of a college fling.
So it had been with Alex. First, the small talk -- "I'm in food services, what about you?" -- then the flirtier comments, whispered jokes about their mutual acquaintances, light touches. When the Cha Cha Slide came on, it was an excuse to drag the less dance-inclined onto the floor, then keep them there for a slow song.
More often than not, it was purely physical, an excuse to have a hot guy who looked hotter in a suit take her to her room or his and screw her brains out. Tonight, there was definitely that, but she found Alex genuinely interesting beyond that. He was hot, make no mistake, but he was also funny, shared her interests, and was smart enough to ask her to dance as soon as the dance floor opened up. No Cha Cha Slide required.
All that really changed, though, was how turned on Lisa was. Early on, those sorts of gestures might've actually gotten her heart, but she'd been left alone the following morning enough times to know it was always an act. The guys she met at these things, however nice, were from out of town, or not really looking for anything serious, or had been swept up by the romance of the night. So she'd allow herself the fantasy of something more with Alex because it would intensify her own pleasure, but she'd forget all about it when the sun came up.
She had no doubt he would.
Of course, Lisa was fully lost in the fantasy by the time they reached her room, and she enjoyed the playful way he chased her down the hall, how he made out with her against the door, and the fact that he carried her across the threshold and placed her gently on the bed. They continued to make out, hands exploring each other's body, until Lisa felt Alex's hand slipping up the skirt of her dress and she realized she was done with foreplay.
"Zipper's in the back," Lisa whispered into his ear, pushing him back far enough so that she could roll over underneath him. She pressed her ass into his crotch and wiggled, tossing her short brown hair aside so she could smirk back at him as she did. He grinned back, tracing a finger along her shoulder and down her exposed back until he reached the zipper at the top of the black dress she was wearing. He slowly opened her up until her entire back was exposed, save for the black material of her strapless bra.
She expected him to go wild at that point, but instead, his hands found her shoulders again, slowly massaging her. Lisa was moaning again now, pleasure mixed with relief. Alex knew what he was doing, knew exactly how to touch her as his hands went from her shoulders to her spine, to her lower back, to her hips...
...to her ass.
"Mmm, couldn't wait forever, huh?" Lisa giggled, still enjoying the feel of his hands on her. He was inside the dress, squeezing her cheeks through the lacy material of her panties. She slowly crawled forward, allowing her ass to come fully out of the dress as he continued to feel her up. He stopped long enough to help fully remove the dress before moving forward again. She felt his crotch against her ass once more, only this time the firm length of his erection was pressed between her cheeks. Lisa pushed back, lifting her hips off the bed and grinding herself against Alex's dick as best she could.
"I think I waited a good long while," Alex replied, now grinding back in equal measure. "It was a long ceremony."
"Too long," Lisa agreed, focused on the erection so close to her holes. "So why don't we cut it with the teasing and you get naked?"
"Sounds good," Alex said, Lisa biting the inside of her lip as she felt him pull away from her. She rolled around and watched Alex as he stripped, revealing his smooth, chiseled chest, his slightly hairy thighs, and, with the removal of his underwear, his thick, solid-sized member. Lisa gave him a naughty smirk as he stood before her, slowly removing her bra and revealing her breasts. They were 32c, sizable, but not too big, with hard brown nipples at the end. She was proud of her tits, and the look on Alex's face told her she had every reason to be.
Still, he made no move forward.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Hey, I'm fully naked," Alex said matter-of-factly. "I think you should be, too."
Lisa's smile spread, and she kept her eyes locked on his as she scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. She was about a head shorter than him, so she continued to look up as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and shimmied out of them. She bent just enough to get them loose before letting them fall the rest of the way down her legs. Pointedly, she removed her glasses, smirking as she put them on the nightstand. "There, all even."
