Amber had been driving around aimlessly for almost an hour. She just dropped her husband off at the airport for his first business trip since they were married. He'd be gone for nearly two and a half weeks helping set up another branch's computer system. It wasn't close enough to lunch time to get anything to eat, besides she generally ate rather late in the afternoon so she continued driving around looking and thinking. Cruising on an old two lane road with her radio blasting not going anywhere particular, just trying to clear her mind. At times, she felt like crying, but the tears never seemed to come.
Approaching the outskirts of town, she was driving in one of the older, more historic neighborhoods and noticed a large, old looking steeple off to the right. For some reason, she piloted the car off the main road and headed toward the large building. She pulled into the parking lot and looked at the magnificent old structure with beautiful stained glass and majestic dark brown doors.
Looking into the rear view mirror and she checked her shoulder length blonde hair out of habit. She may have just turned twenty-two, but she definitely felt much older today. At five feet three inches and weighing just over ninety-five pounds, she could safely say she was on the petite side. She never cared much for make-up and from what others said she was the type that it only distracted from her natural looks.
Amber hadn't been to church in years because she was unable to reconcile what she felt and what her old religion required her to accept. However, the one ritual she felt had some merit was the confession. Also, it was a safe place to vent and not worry about it coming back like she would if she talked to family or friends. Nervously, she entered the church and sat down in one of the pews in back. Looking around, she spied the confession booths in the back corner. Taking a deep breath, she was hesitant to do this, but felt since she was here she now had to.
After a good twenty minutes a little old lady exited the booth. Not seeing anyone else waiting for a turn, she got up and dashed into the booth. Sitting down, she took another deep breath and waited for the priest to acknowledge her. She looked toward the mesh like screen and recognized the outline of the priest making the sign of the cross.
Suddenly what she thought was long forgotten came streaming out of her mouth as if it was a weekly practice.
"Bless me Father for I have sinned, it has been five years since my last confession. These are my sins".
She paused for a moment searching for the right words to start with. She immediately flashed back to when it all began and started her tale …
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I had arrived back at the hotel, and was physically worn out. I had the final fitting for my wedding dress and everything looked perfect. After one final adjustment the dress fit perfectly. I wanted to run back to my hotel put it on and not take it off until my honeymoon when Mark and I would finally make love. While I consider myself a modern woman, I must admit, I have old fashioned feelings with regard to marriage. I had waited. Not to say I was completely inexperienced, I did allow myself some fun. And even though Mark wasn't a virgin, he accepted my feelings about it without a complaint.
After leaving the bridal shop we ended up going to lunch and managed to have a pleasant time. I do love my mother and bridesmaids, but am glad I decided to stay at the hotel. My apartment lease had expired over the weekend and our house would not be ready until we returned from our honeymoon cruise. I also wanted some alone time to just relax and unwind.
Returning to the hotel all I wanted to do was try to get some sleep before the bachelorette party in the afternoon. I had tried to talk them out of it, but unfortunately, my friends wouldn't allow it. Besides, they said, Mark was having a bachelor party, so I should also have some fun before getting hitched.
It was approaching half past noon, so I laid down with my dress beside me and took a short nap. Waking up and looking at the clock it was almost two. Having a few more hours to kill, I headed out to the lobby. I planned on taking a short walk around downtown. I decided to go into the bar first have a quick drink to calm myself down a bit. Normally I am fairly laid back, but everything with the wedding was starting to get to me. Sitting at the bar I felt a bit odd. Everyone coming and going into the hotel were in a mad dash and here I was in the bar, thirty-six hours before my wedding drinking a beer. I admit, it was having the desired effect and I was beginning to de-stress watching everyone else running around.
"Amber?" I heard from behind me.
Looking to my right, I noticed the smiling face of Kimberly, my soon to be sister-in-law. I didn't know her too well, but she seemed nice and Mark, my fiancé, often talk about her sense of humor.
"So, what are your plans for your last few hours of freedom?"
Kimberly grinned at the look on my face.
"Ok … ok, we'll change the subject."
"Like you don't know about the bachelorette party this evening."
"I promise, you'll have a wonderful time," Kimberly chirped.
To be honest, I really wasn't thrilled about this, but I felt I had to do it for Kimberly and my friends.
We got to the club just after five. My friends were having fun, so that is what I enjoyed most. I planned to have only one drink since I like being in control of myself and honestly I preferred to watch others drink and loose their inhibitions. Unfortunately, I ended up getting quite toasted myself. My girlfriends did buy me a "special" lap dance in the back behind the dance floor. I tried to refuse, but Kimberly leaned over and whispered or actually shouted a little softer, that I had to go,
"After all, Mark is doing the same thing, though I bet he is further along …"
"What do you mean?" I hollered back.
"It's his last chance … his last hurrah."
"He wouldn't do that"
"Please, I think I know my own brother … besides everyone does it, it's not like y'all are married yet," she said winking at me.
Looking up, Kimberly spied the dancer coming to the table, she waved and pointed to me, "Here's the lucky victim."
The hot bodied dancer took my hand and escorted me to the private dance area. He sat me on a chair and began rhythmically swaying to the music, waving his ample package in front of me. Staring at his hard abs and muscular legs, I found myself getting turned on. I could feel the wetness grow between my legs. I had to remind myself in less than two days I would finally get the fire put out. I tried not to think about what Kimberly had said, but I couldn't help it. After the dance he offered to let me buy him some champagne for a
special
dance. While it was somewhat tempting, and feeling a sense of anger, I was still able to turn him down. He didn't seem too disappointed but did take my hand and put it in his shorts. I admit I grabbed it and gave him few strokes. He then pulled
his shorts down and I was face to face with his manhood.
When his scent hit my nose and with the addition of being quite buzzed, I couldn't stop from leaning in and giving it a quick kiss. Before I knew it, he was in my mouth. I liked the fact that unlike most of the men I had sucked off, he didn't grab my head. I was able to pull off, run my tongue up and down his shaft. As I did this I massaged his balls with one hand while I held onto his shaft with the other. As he emptied his penis into my waiting mouth, I began to choke a bit. He pulled himself from my mouth as I tried to catch my breath. A big glob of spunk landed on my pants leg as I began to breath.
Seeing that I'd be alright, he peered into my eyes he asked my if there was
anything
else I wanted on my last night tonight.
Afraid of losing more control, I stopped myself and said, "No thanks, that was plenty."
He smiled, took my hand and escorted me back to the main area. As he did that I must admit I did experience a brief feeling of regret.
'Perhaps,' I thought, 'I should have
