"Are you sure about this Wayne?"
"Yeah, Don, no sweat. Just nod, and smile, and if anyone asks you a question about your background, or family connection just make up a bullshit answer. Keep your eyes on the prize, there are bound to be more than a few hot ladies, gotten all primed up with the ceremony, and ready to peel down their panties for the right guys who ask. That will be us!"
Don nodded, it had been Wayne's idea to be a wedding crasher at a wedding reception. Not some little family wedding, but one of those big, society types, with reams and reams of guests, lots of ways to fit in amongst the crowd. Wayne had been following the society pages of the local news, and here it was. Some high-class type, expected to be 300 to 400 guests, reception at the downtown Hilton. That was the target.
Wearing their best suits, shirts, and ties, shoes polished up to a shiny gloss, hair, body, and faces clean and scrubbed, they joined the line of guests filling the hotel's large banquet hall. With a large number of guests, they were easily able to make up stories about how they were connected to the bride or groom, depending on which side of the family they were talking to.
While they were doing so, they were sizing up the attractive ladies. Wayne had already scoped out three, who looked like they were ready to go. Don was similarly engaged, two of them looked very hot and eager for some action.
Seating for the guests was at your leisure, with no assigned spots, and with that, they were able to get themselves closer to their choices. Wayne seated himself next to Annabelle Hurst, she was a 20-year-old green-eyed redhead, a second cousin to the bride. Yeah, she was his top choice, a few pounds heavier than a supermodel, big luscious 34DD breasts, a curvy voluptuous figure, not fat but solid. Nice wide hips, what he called "breeder's hips," he could visualize his hands holding onto those hips as he guided her onto his dick, and rammed her from behind, or lifted her up to the plunges of his prick. His favorite, he loved to have some solid female body to grab onto. That ass looked to be a sexy, full rear, her curves had that sexy full swell, he was eager to get her out of her clothes, and take in the whole package.
*****
A few tables away, Don was getting to know Maryanne Loomis, she was the bride's Mom. Don sized her up, she was divorced, looked to be about 45, and he was 25, but he loved to do ladies who had some years of experience. She had that face and body that he found most appealing, she was tall and slender, but with just enough curves in her figure, like a former supermodel who had not let herself go as she aged. Her auburn curls were still up in her wedding style for the reception, highlighting her long, slender neck. Her tits were full and round, but rode high and firm, looked like her bra was supporting ample cargo. The view of her hips under her dress swelled outward nicely. Oh yes, she was the one. Being able to get a look at her rear, he liked what he saw, a perfect, high, rounded ass, which somehow looked both tightly firm and squeezably plump at the same time. He was eager to see her body without the clothes in the way.
*****
Wayne found it easy to draw Annabelle into a conversation, he was charming and gregarious, and he soon had Annabelle's attention all to himself. When she replied to his comments and questions, she liked to place a hand lightly on his arm, as if to stress the point. She was from the South, and her accent really made his prick twitch, he had a real thing for Southern ladies. Her eyes seemed to shine, and Wayne had the feeling that he was going to score with very few problems getting in the way.
*****
Similarly, Don had Maryanne's attention. She was charmed by his attention, so many younger ladies that he could be around, and he chose her. That was a massive boost to her self-esteem, that such a charming young man was staying with her.
She told him about her husband, the bride's father, and how he had tossed her aside to go chasing after some giggly 20-year-old bimbo. Don had noticed that, the older guy with some silly little fluff hanging off him. Meeting the lady he had so casually tossed aside, Don knew he was a true asshole. What a jerk.
