Wedding Party Sex

Wedding Party Sex

I wasn’t thinking about wedding party sex when I started the day. Being a bridesmaid meant I would be running around. Hair, makeup, photos, and waiting on the bride. By the time we lined up, I was buzzing with nerves and prosecco.

I looked around, and there he was. The best man, I should have known he was going to be trouble when I saw him in his tailored tux. He was calm and looking hot with a smile that lit up my face, too. He was looking at me like we shared some private joke.

We didn’t, not yet at least.

When it was time for photos after the ceremony, he slid his hand on the small of my back, guiding me into position. It lingered just long enough for the idea of wedding party sex to start. The open back dress I was wearing felt like a bad idea as his thumb brushed my bare skin. The touch was steady and intentional. The smile he sent me was smoldering hot.

I laughed it off, well, absolutely did not laugh it off as just some wedding party phenomenon.

At the reception, the dance floor became our battleground. Every time I was dancing, there he was. Every time went to rest, there he was pulling me back to the dance floor. He was refilling my drink and spinning me under the sparkly lights, pressing his body close to mine. My body was on fire, and he wasn’t letting it go out.

He told me how beautiful I looked. I told him it was a hazard of being in the wedding party. He said he didn’t think it was the dress. With those words, my pulse kicked up, and the heat in all the right places rose higher.

The air between us shifted; it became thick and charged with wedding party sex.

When he suggested we go for a walk to get some air, I knew what he meant. I didn’t waste any time; I made my excuses to the others, and I met him by the door. The night air was cool against my flushed skin. We slipped away from the lights and noise of the party. The music played faintly in the distance.

He didn’t rush me, but gently backed me against the warm brick. The best man’s hand caressed my face and leaned in for a kiss, his other hand sliding along my waist. I was pulled close, feeling the electricity flow through me. My heart began to race; I was sure he could feel it. He told me how hard it had been teasing and flirting all day; there might have been some other “hard” thing he was experiencing. I responded that I, too, had been having problems waiting, and I felt my crotch was soaking wet. The kisses became more intense, and the hunger was growing. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands tightened on my hips, and he lifted closer to me. Wedding party sex was now on the menu.

I forgot we were bridesmaids and best man, that we were supposed to be responsible and well behaved.

All that mattered was the heat of his mouth; my whole body was reacting to him. At some point, my panties were slid to the side, and his cock had popped.

He asked me if I wanted him to stop; he told me to tell him to stop. I could not. I did not want him to stop. The wedding party might have started as supporting characters, but at that moment, under the stars, we had become our own wedding party sex story.

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