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By (user no longer on site) OP 15 weeks ago
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Chapter 4
As Laura reached the French doors of the hotel, I saw the bridesmaid, Sarah, heading out to her, a little upset on her phone again,
“Such a wanker!” I heard Sarah loudly exclaim.
“What’s wrong?” Laura asked trying to comfort her.
“That wanker, first of all he doesn’t want to come with me today, because he was golfing with his mates, now he won’t come and pick me up because he’s had too much to drink.” I heard her angrily explaining to Laura.
Obviously boyfriend trouble I thought.
“Oh it’s ok,” I heard Laura say attempting to reassure her, “I can see about trying to sort a taxi for you,”
“He’s such a useless prick,” Sarah said now a little teary and angry.
“He is,” Laura sternly said, “but we’ll look after you, now why don’t I see about sorting you out a taxi.” She softly said, clearly wanting to get back to her wedding, see her friend off, but not feeling like she could leave Sarah on her own just yet as she was getting emotional.
“Honestly don’t know why I’m with him” Sarah carried on through little sobs.
My time to shine I thought. I readjusted my trousers and stood up striding over,
“Go on Laura, you go get reception to call Sarah a taxi, and I’ll walk her round the front, make sure she gets off ok, go on it’ll be fine.” I say
“Yeah? Is that ok?” Laura asks looking between Sarah and me.
“Yeah it’s fine, here,” I offer Sarah one of my cigarettes, which she takes “We can walk round the front and you can tell me all about what a bastard your boyfriend clearly is.” I jokingly say to her.
“Thank you,” Laura mouthed at me as she headed back in side.
Sarah and I slowly walked round the outside of the hotel, as she angrily drew on the cigarette, trying to compose herself. I considered Sarah as we walked, blonde slightly taller and fuller figure than Laura, definitely a bit more bounce in her body I thought. My eyes were drawn to the halter neck of her bridesmaid’s dress and the fabric barely containing those bouncy tits and cleavage Id been admiring at the top table earlier.
“Thank you for this, I don’t usually get myself emotional like this, I blame the drink.” She said.
“I blame your lousy boyfriend, fancy sacking you off to go play golf, and then not bother to come get you, is he not right in head?” I asked.
Sarah laughed “God I don’t know he’s just a selfish prick at times, don’t know why I get myself worked up.”
“It’s because you’re a good person, tired of being let down when you know he should be racing here to come and be with you. Maybe you need to start being a bit selfish yourself, treat him second best and see how he feels.” I said to her.
We’d walked round to the front of the hotel which was brightly lit, and not very private.
“Aww you are being very sweet to me,” Sarah said,
“Well it’s only because you deserve it, look at you, looking absolutely gorgeous today, you should be enjoying yourself.” I went on saying.
She paused a second then looked up at me,
“Oh stop it, being all cute, I always thought you were going to be a bit of a bastard after what I’d heard about you and the neighbours wife…” she let the comment hang there, Laura had obviously shared the stories about my previous exploits and reason for divorce.
“Well that was me and the neighbour’s wife enjoying ourselves a little too much.” I cheekily grinned back at her.
The concierge of the hotel came out,
“Your taxi will be here in 5minutes miss” he said to Sara, killing the moment a little.
“You don’t have to wait with me.” Sarah said looking down at her feet.
“What’s that over there?” I said looking over her shoulder, spying a small ornamental garden at the side of the hotel with a stone path leading off behind some bushes.
“Is that a wishing well? Let’s go take a look while we wait.” I said, taking Sarah’s hand and leading her into the small garden, down the path, round the bushes and coming out in a small secluded space with a wishing well in the middle. You could hear the disco inside and just make out the lights from the front of the hotel and car park through the bushes.
I stood in front of her and dug out a pound coin from my pocket and held it out to her,
“Go on then, you can make a wish for something a bit better.”
She gave me a sideways smile and took a step towards me. Her heel caught in the gravel slightly and she stumbled forward towards me.
I caught her as she fell forward and took her in my arms leaning her back against the well.
She paused a second looking up at me, a little stunned from the tumble, and then sensing the moment, her mouth opened slightly. I seized the moment, and leaned in, my lips meeting her open mouth. It became a long breathless and sloppy snog, my tongue filling her mouth as she swirled hers around it.
Her hands reached up holding my face as we kissed. My arms went round feeling her body through her dress, then down to her bum, giving it a good squeeze. We were quick and breathless.
I ran my hands up her body and over her tits, they were round and full, I gave them a squeeze as well.
Her hand reached down and grabbed and felt my solid cock through my trousers as we kept snogging.
My hands reached back down, and under her dress, lifting it up. I felt her French knickers and rubbed her arse cheeks, before moving my hand between her legs.
I could feel she was damp already through the gusset of her knickers. I pulled it aside and rubbed against her smooth wet pussy. Running my fingers between her large wet pussy lips, before I got her in the bowlers grip, burying two fingers in her wet cunt and my thumb teasing her clit.
“Ohh” she gasped as I did. “Oh fuck” she moaned out as I started making the come here motion against her gspot as I fingered her.
Sarah continued rubbing my cock through my trousers as I kissed down her neck, then popping her tits out from her dress, I set about sucking on the tits that had been teasing me all through dinner.
I picked up the pace with my fingers, she was so wet, I roughly started finger fucking her up against the well, slipping in a third, as my thumb lightly brushed and teased her clit.
“Oooh” she moaned out, “oh fucking hell…” she gasped in my ear.
I went back to kissing her neck and lips, and my free hand ran up her leg and onto her bum, digging my fingers into the flesh of arse cheeks.
Sarah frantically started undoing my trousers, and reached in springing out my throbbing cock. She eagerly set about wanking off me against the top of her thigh. I increased the pressure on her clit, and worked my fingers pressing deeper on her gspot. I felt her grip tighten on my cock and press my swollen bell end against my hand and her pussy. Her body trembled against me.
“Fuuuuuccckkk” she moaned out burying her head in my shoulder, as I felt the warm gush from her cunt soak my hand, her knickers, thighs and cover my cock. Her pussy spasmed on my fingers.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” she panted into my shoulder riding her orgasm.
I pulled my dripping fingers out and wasted no time taking down her soaked blue lacey French knickers. Sarah happily stepped out of them, and leant back against the well, opening her legs, looking up at me still panting and pulled me against her.
I took my cock in hand, and thrust it up into her waiting cunt. My bell end felt her soft wet warmth and I pushed up inside her. She had a big wet hungry pussy and it eagerly took my hard cock in one big thrust.
“Oh fuck.” She moaned out again.
“Yeah, you need that do you.” I said thrusting up hard again.
“Oh fuck I do.” She panted.
I took hold of her leg and lifted it up around me fucking her hard and deep against the well.
Looking into her eyes as she panted and moaned “fuck” with each hard thrust from me.
I saw headlights coming down the drive of the hotel, shit her taxi i thought, as we kept shagging away. I wasn’t going to get to thoroughly enjoy this, and thought time to hurry up.
I pulled my length out of her soaking cunt, and pushed her down to my throbbing dripping cock.
Sarah knew the drill, and squatted down, taking my cock in her mouth and enthusiastically sucking on it. Her hands reached round holding the back of my legs as her head bobbed back and forth along my cock. I looked down at the 20 something bridesmaid, tits out, dress up, now sucking my 57yo cock while her boyfriend waits at home for her.
I enjoyed the view and feeling of her mouth on my cock, and placed my hands to the back of her head. I could hear the taxi idling, and the driver shouting to the hotel concierge.
My mind wandered back to my new daughter in law, and the sight of Laura twerking on the dance floor in her bridal gown, the flash of her long stocking clad leg emerging from the slit of her dress, and the way she deliberately wiggled that tight little bum of hers against my cock.
I grabbed the back of Sarah’s head and pushed it down my cock, feeling her throat open up as I pushed my cock down it.
“Fucking good girl.” I groaned down at her, as I felt her gag while I began to fuck her face my mind still thinking of Laura.
“Mmm” I grunted as I thrust hard, and erupted, shooting my pent up cum from the night down her throat.
I let go of her head, and she pulled her mouth back off my cock, chocking and spluttering on my cum as another rope poured out across her face.
“Fuck I needed that.” I said giving my cock a cheeky wipe off across her face.
She took a big gulp, “Jesus Christ, there was loads,” she said wiping my cum from her chin and face.
I started pulling up my trousers and tucking my shirt back in,
“Right your taxi is here love, best get back to that boyfriend of yours.”
She stood up, trying to tidy herself back up, and then looking around, “fuck where are my knickers.”
“Looks like your going home without them, come one he’ll have the meter running.” I said casually strolling back towards the hotel. She quickly followed popping her tits back in her wet smeared dress.
I got to the taxi and opened the door for her.
“Next time your boyfriend plays golf, look me up on FB.” I said to her. I think she was still in shock at what had occurred and didn’t know how to respond.
The taxi driver looked at her, then looked at me, shaking his head, under no illusion as to what had just gone on.
I slipped him £30, and headed back inside to the wedding… |
