Weddings make me hot
Jill and I had been friends for over 20 years, from our days as teens at the local burger joint to now. We had both lived in different cities around the country, sometimes the same place sometimes not. We were both nerdy teens that had grown into successful adults as the best of friends. There was never any real sexual tension between us although I personally had found myself dreaming of what her naked body might be like in moments of self pleasure. However at the heart of it we were best friends and we were in our home town for a mutual friend's wedding.
She was living there again, so she invited me to stay with her, on the couch of course, but we had shared a bed many times without incident. After some cocktails the night before she said I could share the bed and the night passed without incident as usual.
So the next day came and it was wedding day. I was in the wedding party, so was in my suit ready early. I farewelled her as I headed to the Groom's house. She told me that she had an amazing dress for the event and that I would be amazed.
Come wedding time I was indeed amazed, the dress was a strapless pink silk dress that pushed her breasts up to display a cleavage I had always imagined and hugged her curvy behnd tightly.. Standing at the front of the gathered crowd alongside the other groomsmen I felt myself beginning to get hard and realised, standing in profile, my suit pants clearly showed my excitement. I saw her eyes drift downwards and a blush come to her cheeks. She knew what had caused this.
The wedding went off without a hitch and drinks flowed at the reception. As we all drank and celebrated on the dance floor Jill and I gravitated together. We were both looking our finest and we were regular dancefloor buddies. We danced closer and closer, both looking our absolute best, her silky dress felt great against my hands, I could feel every curve of her body. Several time I became rock hard and she would brush against the solid bulge. We would blush and move on. By the end of the night we finished with the slow dance, both full of alcohol my hard dick thrust into her stomach throughout that final dance. With my hand in her back pulling her it I felt the head thrust into the underside of her breasts, almost a foot shorter than me I was astounded by their firmness. The song ended, we looked embarrassing at each other and headed for a taxi as the bride and groom departed.
Back at her place We switched from our fine clothes to more relaxed dress for lounging around. She wore black yoga pants and a tank top, I wore cloth shorts and a t-shirt. We poured more drinks and talked about the success of the wedding. Before long she complained of sore shoulders from the dancing and asked if I could massage them as I had so many times before. She lay face down on the couch, her beautiful round buttocks looking fine in the black yoga pants. I started to work on her shoulders as I had many times before. But unlike so many times before, as I leaned over to wrap my hands across here shoulders I felt my dick harden and push against the cloth shorts, then very obviously into her soft bum. As I rocked back and forth massaging she didn't flich as the head of my hard dick continually brushed and pointed into her. I thought, "I'm getting away with this nicely."
Then, as my thumbs massaged the small of her back, she pushed up with her knees and hard back into my groin. Not a word was said as she ground back into me, the view like I was taking her from behind as her gorgeous round butt thrust back into me. My cock now so hard it pointed out in the cloth shorts so much that a clear outline of the head, complete with small wet patch where pre-cum had started to appear was visible. In panic I said, "more drinks?" and walked to the counter to pour us each a fresh cocktail.
