Chapter 5: June 7, The Wedding

Day 5 in Florida - the BIG day!

This was it, the reason I’d traveled to Florida. Believe it or not, I hadn’t come down here to cavort off the coast bottomless while snorkeling, not to run around nude in the Everglades with a bunch of girls, not even to get laid at a rehearsal dinner. The reason I was here was to celebrate the marriage of my ex- roomie Brenda and the day had finally arrived. It had been a while since I was even at a wedding and it would be my first participating as a bridesmaid. Finally, I would be walking down the aisle, although NOT as the bride but then who knows, maybe my boyfriend Duane back home might take a hint!

On such a day, not even I, the crowned princess of late morning sleep-ins, could stay in bed. My heart started beating faster just at the thought of it. Brenda had woken up earlier, positively beaming from the start. There was no doubt that she was madly in love with Gary, her fiancÇ, and even if she hadn’t been pregnant I had no doubt that this ceremony would have taken place sooner than later.

Just to illustrate how excited I was, imagine me getting up in the morning, taking a hot shower, getting dressed, and heading to breakfast without even masturbating once. Yep, believe it or not, it actually happened. I can’t remember being so excited over something that was happening to someone else. For goodness sakes I hadn’t even felt this way before my college graduation, probably one of the biggest days of my life so far, socially at least.

The rest of the bridal party was just coming in the door as I walked down to the kitchen. Cathy, the Maid of Honor, acted as if she was shocked to see me. A little melodramatic maybe, but I took it all in good humor.

“Oh my god, I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eye. So she CAN get up early in the morning!” she teased me playfully.

She was just teasing but there was an element of truth as all week I’d been late to breakfast every morning. I wondered if she knew that it wasn’t a matter of me getting to breakfast, but more of what I all did BEFORE I came down to breakfast? Given Cathy was a hard-core lesbian (I think technically she was still a virgin if not physically), I had no doubt she wouldn’t have minded helping me out.

Pretty soon the moms arrived, both Brenda’s and Gary’s. Evidently the parents had gone out for breakfast earlier and so she had already eaten. The husbands had dumped them off and immediately left to go golfing or something like that. As for the groom and his posse, not even Brenda was sure where he was, just that he had better show up later - and be on time! It wasn’t like the guys had all that much to get ready. They would be wearing Bermuda shorts and a light jacket so getting dressed should take all of about two minutes at most.

For the girls, Brenda had picked out some tasteful bikinis. Nothing from Wicked Weasel or anything like that. After all, there WAS going to be children and family at the wedding and thong bikinis with strings showing off our bare asses probably wouldn’t be deemed appropriate by some of the guests. Actually, they were quite conservative, to the point where I called them two piece swim suits more so than bikinis. Our boobs were fully covered and the bottoms covered more than most panties I’d worn in the past. Still, it beat the heck out of some ugly bridesmaid dress that I would never wear again.

There had apparently been a lot of debate over color but she finally settled on a pale blue solid-colored suits with white silk wraps around our waists. The wraps were long enough such that they kept anyone from seeing too much of our legs and asses. Sure it would have been fun to be all sexy and wild but I also realized that under the circumstances, it was the right thing to do. After all, this was a wedding, not a fashion show. As bridesmaids, we were supposed to be there for effect, not the center of attention. THAT role fell to the bride, Brenda. Her suit, of course, was solid white. She wore the same wrap as her bridesmaids along with a sheer veil. One thing I realized right away, the Maid of Honor was going to have it easy as there was no long trail on the wedding “dress” to keep in place.

The entire wedding party would be barefoot, including the minister who insisted on wearing pants and a suit coat. Something about wearing shorts at a wedding just wasn’t his thing. Even Brenda’s dad agreed to go barefoot although like the minister, he insisted on wearing some thin pants instead of shorts. Brenda teased her mom about wearing a bikini as well but to be honest, her mom’s bikini days were long behind her, if they ever existed in the first place. Don’t get me wrong, I loved her mom dearly but she WAS a little frumpy. Guests had been told in their invitations to dress casual but given the locale, I doubted such a warning was necessary. It was way too hot for anyone to wear a suit or a heavy dress.

The day seemed to fly by and before we knew it, the moment was almost upon us. Everything had gone remarkably smooth. The flowers had shown up on time, the wedding cake looked fantastic, and all the chairs and sound systems set up and tested without a hitch. We headed into the house to change into our wedding “attire”, leaving the rest of the growing crowd behind. Our hair had been taken care of a few hours earlier so it was just a matter of sipping on our swim suits and last minute makeup adjustments.

When Brenda slipped out of the shorts and halter top that she had been wearing all day, we all gathered around her, admiring her and telling her how great she looked. There MIGHT have been just a hint of a belly staring to show but it was too little for anyone to notice really. Cathy was already naked and so she walked over to Brenda and kissed her lightly on the lips so as not to mess up her makeup. Her hand slipped between Brenda’s legs and she grinned at her best friend.

“Well. It’ not like you’re losing your virginity tonight but I envy Gary, I have to tell you that girl.”

We all giggled and I, for one, knew she wasn’t just joking. Cathy was really hot, especially with those boobs. While not as enormous as Doreen’s, they still were great and even without being held up by the swim suit top, they didn’t sag nearly as much as other girls did with similar sized ones.

As for me, I slipped on my outfit and checked myself out in one of the mirrors. For a moment I wondered what it would be like to be the one with the white bikini. What if this was MY wedding day? How would it feel to know I was about to commit my life to one man, forsaking all others? Could I be like my mom, be faithful to my husband for over twenty five years without ever once straying? Of course, I would still have my dad and even my Uncle Jim and cousin Rick should I REALLY get desperate, but that was a whole lot different than being with another man outside your family. God, to only have ONE man fucking me, it was almost too much to imagine. Yet I also knew that I would have to be ready for that sort of commitment before I could accept a marriage proposal so I knew I wasn’t ready for that yet.

It was time. We all gathered at the spot where everyone was leading off to go down the “aisle” with Brenda hanging back out of sight. One of Brenda’s friends played a guitar and he had been providing the music while people were being seated. He picked up the sound level a notch when the grandmothers and mothers were seated and then it became so quiet, all I could hear were the waves on the beach and the wind blowing in the palm trees.

One of the friends of the groom was a DJ and he had music all lined up for the remainder of the service. As the bridesmaids entered, he played something classical and my heart was beating fast as I lined up behind Doreen to walk down the aisle (well a path in the sand between the chairs). When my cue came, I stepped out, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as I walked slowly and deliberately. I saw David, Brenda’s older brother, looking at me from the audience and I smiled at him. Even with all that was going on, my pussy tingled a little as the memory of our little tryst the night before came flooding back in my mind. I mentally shook my head to focus on the moment at hand as I reached my spot and turned to face the people.

Everyone hushed and then the wedding march music began to play. I couldn’t help but feel a tear in my eyes as I watched Brenda emerge from behind a tent that had been set up, take her father’s arm, and walk slowly down the aisle. God, she looked so beautiful and radiant! Her father looked like he was about to cry himself as he said the words to give his daughter away and handed her arm to Gary before taking his seat next to her mom. The rest of the ceremony actually went pretty quick and before I knew it, she was being pronounced as married and they kissed long and hard before the crowd - a little TOO long probably for some people but who cared?

Well, that was it. She was married. It seemed to take hours for all the wedding photos but it wasn’t really nearly that long, it just felt that way. Finally we were finished and it time for the reception. Everything was setup right here, with tables and chairs having been brought in. A “portable” dance floor was even set up, like interlocking rubberized pads that made it easier to dance than trying to do it on the sand.

Really, what can you say about a wedding reception? At least the food was decent. A friend of the family had volunteered to cook up shrimp and chicken for the meal and it was actually pretty good, better than most catered affairs I’d attended as an escort. The “bar” was simply a line of coolers filled with soda and beer along with liquor and wine bottles set out on a table. The DJ was good, keeping people hopping even if it WAS to some of the stupid songs that seem to only get played at wedding receptions (think Chicken Dance and Electric Slide).

Brenda and Gary did the cake thing and then they danced with their parents, all the traditional things. They even stuck around afterwards to dance and talk to the guests. I guess she figured it was her only wedding so why not enjoy it all while she could. After all, it wasn’t like they wouldn’t have enough time for sex later. As the darkness set in and the dancing and partying went on, I found myself feeling a little melancholy. Seeing the girls dancing with their boyfriends, I was missing my own boyfriend, Duane. Sure it was easy enough to get someone to dance with me but it wasn’t nearly the same as it would’ve been if my Duane was there.The wine and liquor didn’t appeal to me so I stuck with my usual drink - Diet Coke. After a few of them I needed to use the bathroom so I slipped away and headed over to our house. Most of the activities were taking place by the main house so I was expecting our place to be deserted and at first glance, that’s exactly how things looked when I stepped inside.

Why is it that when you have to go really bad, the closer you get to the bathroom the greater the urge to pee becomes? Well, in this case by the time I got to the bathroom door it was all I could do to hold it back. Desperate, I literally flung the poor door open as I started to pull down my bikini bottoms at the same time when to my utter surprise, I was greeted by gasp and then “What the ... hey, shut the damn door!”

Oh my god, who should be sitting on the toilet but Wayne, the groom’s father! Judging by his thinning silver hair and the age of his son, I’d guessed before that he must have been around 50 years old or so. During the week I’d seen him around a few times but never really talked to him, not even once. OK, so he’d given me the mandatory once-over but then, so did the rest of the guys so I didn’t think there was anything unusual about it.

Now before you think of me as having an oversized ego, it wasn’t like I was the only girl being ogled all the time. Guys like him looked at ANY girl so it wasn’t like I felt special or anything, it was just a natural male reaction. They did the same with all the girls and who could blame them given our typical state of dress - or should I say “undress”.

Now had I simply stepped in while he was peeing or washing up afterwards, that would have been one thing. What made it really awkward in this case was I saw him holding his dick in hand. Even though he quickly pushed it out of sight, his stiff erection was impossible NOT to notice and then he started stammering and blushing. Oh my god, he’d been masturbating! Instantly a classic scene from Fast Times at Ridgemont High came to mind but I managed to control myself and didn’t laugh or say anything to further embarrass the guy.

“Oops, I’m SO sorry, I just needed to use the restroom,” I said, backing out of the room quickly, trying not to stare at his crotch, not to mention his erect dick that was proving to be hard for him to hide from sight.

Before he could answer, I shut the door behind me and headed upstairs to the other bathroom by my bedroom where I barely made it without peeing all over the floor. If there is one thing I know for sure, “water sports” are NOT my thing, at least when it comes to sex.

What a relief - the feeling was almost as good as sex as I released the pent-up contents of my bladder! After washing my hands thoroughly, I headed back down the stairs to return to the party. Well, who should be coming out of the other bathroom at the same time but none other than Wayne, a sheepish grin appearing on his face when he saw me approaching.

“Ummmmm, sorry, I didn’t think anybody would be around and so I guess I must have forgotten to lock the door,” he started to explain but I just smiled and waved him off.

“Hey, it’s OK. After all, everybody does it.”

I was trying to be nice but he seemed all the more embarrassed with my reference to him jerking off earlier. Then he started looking at me a little more closely and I wondered if he’d managed to still finish himself off while I was in the upstairs bathroom. Maybe he had to quit due to the embarrassment of being caught by someone like me and now he was all hard and horny. I’d like to say there was something in his eyes that told me it was the latter case but actually it was pretty obvious given his erection was pushing out his shorts. Unlike Brenda’s dad, Wayne had agreed to wear Bermuda shorts which did little in this situation to contain his stiff dick. It was just too much and I couldn’t help but giggle and nod towards his crotch.

“You’re not going back to the reception like THAT, are you,?” I couldn’t help by tease him a little. He glanced down and his face reddened perceptibly.

“Well, you can’t blame a guy with all you girls running around half naked and such,” he said in a rather defensive tone.

“Oh really? Hmmmmmm, so you like the way I look Wayne?” I said in a more seductive tone this time. The kernel of a naughty idea was forming in my mind and something told me it wouldn’t be too hard to carry it through - “hard” being the operative word.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said otherwise,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to appear innocent but at the same time not taking his eyes off of me. The room was pretty dark with just a couple of candles so it was hard for him to see anything too clearly.

One of the things I get asked a LOT is how to initiate something sexual with somebody, like a father wanting his daughters, a girl wanting someone else’s husband, etc. My answer is almost always the same - just go for it. Hey, if it’s not worth taking the risk then don’t do it, it’s that simple. It frustrates me when people just TALK about what they want to do and then are afraid to actually DO anything. To all those people, and you know who you are, all I have to say is I hope you really enjoy masturbating because if you’re expecting someone else to initiate YOUR fantasy, odds are it isn’t going to happen.

So it was in this case and the question I had to ask myself was, was it worth it? If not, I could have easily let it drop after some innocent flirting. A couple more risque exchanges just for fun and then off to the party we would go, never allowing ourselves to be alone together again. Another option was to seize the initiative and make a play for him.

One thing I knew from past experience was a given and that was that HE would never be the one to start anything, no matter how hot and horny he might be. Wayne was married, twice my age, and had far too much to lose to come onto a girl and be rejected, possibly even having his indiscretion exposed. I didn’t blame him. Sadly, there are far too many cock teasing girls who make a game out of conning men into asking for naughty things, only to turn them down as if it was some twisted form of entertainment. Most men seem to know this and so who can blame them for being a bit cautious, especially when you’re someone like Wayne?

Now if I were to say that I just flirted and let him go, like some sort of catch and release program for men, would anyone have believed me? I’d like to think I have established at least THAT much of a reputation that people would know I would never turn such an opportunity. It was time to fish or cut bait as they say. I slowly moved up close to Wayne and planted my hand squarely on his crotch, feeling the bulge of his dick underneath his shorts against my palm.

“Mmmmmmm, I can take care of this for you, you know that, don’t you Wayne,” I whispered to him in a husky voice, rubbing his dick slowly under my hand through his thin shorts.

He started to push my hand away but it was a feeble effort and I was able to easily maintain my position on his crotch. He was just trying to establish an alibi in case he got caught so he could say he tried to make me stop but I forced him to do more. Like anyone was going to believe THAT line of crap!

“You’re just teasing me, aren’t you, just like those other girls,” he said, his voice a little higher as he squirmed under my touch.

Hmmmmmm, “other girls”? Now what, or should I say who, was he talking about? Had Cathy and company been teasing the poor guy as well. Given she was a die-hard lesbian, I knew it would have been just that - all teasing, maybe even just to be mean. He didn’t say anything more and I knew it was probably a sore subject for him so I let it drop even though my curiosity was killing me

“Just so you know Wayne, when it comes to nice hard dicks, like this one, I NEVER tease,” I said in the naughtiest voice I have.

To make my point, I reached behind me and undid my bikini top, lifting it over my head allowing my bare boobs to be exposed to him. The candle light seemed to make them look even bigger for some reason and his eyes were locked onto them. I slowly took one of his hands and placed it on one of them. At first he just left it there but then his inner impulses took over and he began to squeeze it gently.

“See Wayne, I’m not a tease,” I whispered as I reached inside his shorts and slipped my hand into his underwear in search of his stiff dick.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” he asked, sighing as he enjoyed my hand on him. At least, he certainly wasn’t doing anything to make me stop.

“I’m going to suck your dick, what else did you think I was going to do?” I came back at him, looking up into his face and grinning as my hand gripped his stiff cock. Mmmmmmm, he felt so warm and thick in my hand. I couldn’t wait to find out how he tasted.

“No ... no, you can’t do this,” he started to protest in vain, as if suddenly realizing what was happening. Yeah right! All they were just words as his cock told me the truth - it felt stiffer than ever. True, his more rational mind might be telling him that this was the wrong thing him to be letting me do, but that part of his brain was swiftly losing control as his little head began to dominate the big one.

“Oh yes I can,” I replied in a firm voice, “I can do anything I want and you’ll let me.”

Sensing his weakness the way a shark homes in on the wounded fish, I was more determined now than ever to go through with it. Letting go of his dick, I pulled his shorts down and bent my knees to dip down to his crotch with my face and I quickly took his exposed dick in my mouth without any licking or further foreplay. No sense in giving him any chance to back out. Not like he was going to anyway!

“Jesus Christ Almighty, what the hell are you doing to me?” he moaned, standing there stiffly as I started to suck his dick with more fervor.

I knew he was mine when he pulled his shirt up and over his head, leaving himself standing there nude with nothing on but his sandals. Dang, he was really a weak man as it hadn’t taken much to convince him, that was for sure. He must have been REALLY been horny after being interrupted while he was masturbating. Well, who could blame him? What’s more frustrating than to be close to cumming and then being interrupted for one reason or another?

As I sucked his dick, which really wasn’t all that remarkable a specimen but under the circumstances, still fairly erotic, I was thinking more about where I wanted this to go than sucking his cock. It really was MY decision as I was sure I could convince good ol’ boy Wayne here to do about anything I asked him to now that I had his dick in my mouth! In a way, it was really terribly unfair of me, like shooting fish in a barrel. Pathetic men like Wayne are just SO easy to manipulate once you get them in the right “position”.

Actually, that’s usually the hardest part - finding a way to be alone with them where I can take control without being interrupted. Yep, put me in a room with a horny older man and I don’t care HOW married he is, how “moral and ethical” he is, how religious he is, whatever. Before it’s all said and done he will have fucked me IF that’s what I really want. Heck, in this case it looked like Wayne wasn’t even going to be a challenge. He had caved in so quickly that there wasn’t a shadow of doubt in my mind that he was going to be fucking me tonight, even if he didn’t know it yet.

From the way Wayne was groaning and his dick was jumping, I knew he wasn’t going to last long so I slowed down a little. If there was one thing I learned early on about fucking older guys, it’s that they are NOT at all like the teenage boys I use to fuck who were like machine guns, cumming time after time without hardly a rest in between. At 29, even my Duane’s “machine gun” was now more like a pump shotgun, requiring a little more “recovery” time than I secretly wished it took.