Having Second Thoughts (closed for salty_sailor)

[LovelyLuna]

This post was originally written by Salty_Sailor. I will reply to this and then he and I will go back and forth.

I jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut. Sighing a little to myself. It was hard to imagine being here, her wedding day. I'm not ready for this. I had seen it coming a long way off, and yet even with so much time to prepare, there was no amount of thinking, lamenting or alcohol that would make me mentally stable today. I turned back to the rental car, adjusted my tie in the reflection, and tried really hard not to get back inside and drive away. Straightening up, I then had to try equally hard not to sprint to the nearest bushes and vomit all of the 'light lunch' that had been proffered at the rehearsal.

It had all started out so simply. Thinking back, I'm not even sure how she came in to our little group of friends. Suddenly she just seemed to be there, she had appeared in their midst. Had she come in as his girlfriend initially, or had she found her way into their group before she had found him? The timeline was getting so fuzzy in my head. I knew that there had been a party. Perhaps it all led back to the party. At least, there were certain parts of their history that suddenly became inextricable after said party. All roads lead to that night?

It was a late night, they had been chatting, hanging out. Someone even fired up the karaoke machine. Most of the night was a blur. I could barely remember many of the details...who I had danced with, who's house it had been. I couldn't even remember what season it had been...Summer? It must have been summer, we were on the deck. We had snuck off the deck...

It must have been summer...a warm summer's evening. After dancing together to one too many songs, and drinking one too many cocktails, she had taken his hand and lead the way off that fateful porch. I think it was an orchard? Or had they wandered along the beach?

I do remember what came later though. Her body was pressed against my torso. My shirt was somehow unbuttoned and she pressed herself into me. She was looking up at me and then, innocently, she started kissing my chest, up across my collar to the side of my neck. Then her lips were on mine, and our tongues were intertwined. My hands were all over her body, caressing, squeezing, massaging. Eventually I was helping her out of her clothes. And then I was fucking her from behind, she was bent over a park bench, moaning in the moonlight.

It had been awkward for a while after that, it was hard for us to see eachother in public. I had fucked his girlfriend. I couldn't let him find out. We had tried hard to avoid one another. But it was inevitable, and it was awkward. We couldn't talk to eachother too well, for we were sure that it would show that something had happened between us. And yet something had happened between us. Something unforgettable. It hung in the air between us. It was obvious from her look, glances, comments, that she hadn't forgotten it either. Was she as hungry for more as I was? It was hard to tell, and yet I almost didn't want to see her alone again. What if she just said no...it wasn't anything for her. It was a drunken mistake at some party. And now, she was getting married.

My mind bounced from place to place in this history, in our history. I tried hard to focus. I straightened the tie again. I realized that I was bent over the hood of the rental car. I didn't remember doing it, but I stood carefully and walked a lap around the car. I took a deep breath, pasted a wide smile across my face, and headed towards the double doors.

 

[LovelyLuna]

Sitting in the dressing room that was appointed to me by the lovely female workers at this venue, I pick absentmindedly at the lacy hem of my bridal slip. I can't bring myself to put the gown on yet, which is fine for the moment since the ceremony isn't for a couple of hours. But I should at least have my bridesmaids in here with me, sipping champagne and reminiscing about the days when we would all plan our weddings as if they were incredibly far-off.

It turns out my wedding hadn't been so far-off, after all. I couldn't even remember the day I met Luke, my future husband, but I remembered the way he proposed. Half-heartedly, over a dinner of Chinese take-out while we watched a basketball game in his small apartment. It had been more of a suggestion, really, a 'Hey, why don't we get married and make all this living-together official?'. He hadn't even immediately gotten me a ring. The two of us had gone to shop for it a couple of weeks later. But I was in a state of mind that involved convincing myself his proposal had been romantic and charming. These were the kinds of things you had to tell yourself when you realized you were crazy about your fiance's best friend/best man.

Placing two manicured fingers to my temples, I close my eyes and rub slowly, hoping to make my headache fade, despite the fact that it has been steadily throbbing and growing for the past two hours. Glancing in the mirror, I take in my appearance. My hair is pinned back at the sides but hangs down long and curled in the back. My make-up is impeccable, as is my gown, hanging in the corner of the room next to the full-length mirror. Everything is perfect, so I should just give up on my unfulfilled desires, right?

But I can't stop thinking about that night. It was a while ago now, though the memory has never faded or torn for me. I wasn't that drunk. I pretended to be, for your sake, because I knew you would never have me otherwise. You were deeply loyal to Luke, he was your best friend and had been for years. And by that time, he and I had been together for a pretty steady length of time. It wasn't that I didn't love Luke, I really did. He was sweet, and good to me, and he had never been unfaithful.

But then there was you. You were wild, and funny, and dangerous. You were everything I had ever wanted in a guy, and I hadn't known until after it was too late to snag you and make you mine. I had settled for a guy who thought sex had to be missionary, in a bed and only after the two of us had showered. I had settled for a guy who never swept me off my feet or made love to me with such passion that I cried afterwards. Which I had, after the two of us had our little tryst on the beach (because it was, in fact, a beach).

I had taken your silence afterwards and your cold demeanor towards me to mean that you wanted nothing like that to happen ever again. It took a while for the two of us to agree to be in the same room as each other. If I knew you would be at some event that Luke was going to, I made plans with my girlfriends. Part of it was because I was hurt by your apparent lack of interest in me. Part of it was because I didn't trust myself to keep away from you so soon after our rendezvous.

That had faded, with time. Eventually we could spend time together, but it was never the same. The air around us was electric, and I found myself ducking into the bathroom a few times during parties that we mutually attended, simply because I needed to fuck myself to the thought of you taking me one more time.

Groaning, my stomach crying out with nausea over the decision I'm about to make, I reach for my cellphone. I can't go through with this without talking to you first. Quickly, I send you a short text: "Hey. In the dressing room, second floor, first door on your left. Come see me. I'm alone."

This has got to be the most direct thing I've said to you since the "incident", and I feel my heartbeat speeding up after I've hit send.

 

[salty_sailor]

My phone was buzzing as I headed for the doors. I flipped it open to see a random assortment of digits. But this was no odd collection of numbers, I knew them cold. That series of digits was seared across my memory. A while back I had gone through the trouble of deleting her from my phone, but still there were the phone calls. Sometimes they came in late at night or early in the morning. It was hard to make sense of them. Perhaps there was a theme running throughout, a thread that I had failed to unravel. Of course, I was at a disadvantage, having flat out erased several of the messages in the beginning, after that fateful night, without having even read them.

The message said: "Hey. In the dressing room, second floor, first door on your left. Come see me. I'm alone."

I wasn't sure what I ought to make of this. Why did she want to see me? It's not as though we had some kind of unrequited love. We had requited it, and had been paying for it ever since! There was a certain fire between us...this static charge that was in the room every time we found ourselves together. It was really hard to ignore.

And yet there was Luke, a best bud from childhood. Of course, we had drifted together and apart and together over the years, but even after many months without talking, we would pick up the conversation seemingly where we had let it drop. He was getting married to her. She, to him. Them to one another. There was no room for a third...well technically there was room for a third, but that would stir up a whole bunch of other trouble between us.

I shook those thoughts out of my head, and tried to concentrate. Concentrate not on the way that her tits bounced when she was riding me hard, concentrate not on the way her hands felt pressed flat against my chest, concentrate not on the way her ass jiggled just the right amount and blushed red when I was giving her a proper spanking---or any of the other visions that visited me unbidden when I was having a private moment. Concentrate on them, on the couple, on the happy couple, being wed in just a couple hours. This was going to be one hell of a long day.

It took me quite a while to get her out of my head, and I was still suffering the effects of that night, apparently. But as far as I could tell, Luke was none the wiser. We were nothing if not discrete. And despite a little awkwardness at first, we were getting along great. No one would ever think that there had ever been more than a close friendship between us.

I took a lap of the building before making up my mind. I pushed open the doors, ran up to the second level, and flipped open my phone again to check my bearings. Taking a couple of wrong turns along the way, I found what I thought was the correct dressing room and I knocked, softly at first, but the second and third times that my knuckles struck the wood, it was resonating slightly.

I stood there in the intervening silence, wondering if I had found the right door, wondering what she could possibly want, wondering what words there could be between us that hadn't already been said, that weren't staid and stale.

 

[LovelyLuna]

Immediately after sending the text, I feel more nauseous than I have all day. I stand up right away, pacing across the floor behind my little seat and vanity mirror. I'm trying to remain calm to avoid sweating and ruining my make-up. As far as I'm concerned, I'm going through with this wedding, I just need to see you for a few minutes before I do. We haven't talked about that night, at all, since it happened. I have this notion that things would be very different right now if we had actually discussed what had happened between us. But we didn't, and that was that.

Stopping in front of the vanity now, placing clammy hands on the small table and staring at my face in the mirror, I practice breathing deeply. Do I even know what I'm going to say to you? What could I say to you now? Tell him about all the times you've nearly slipped and called Luke by another name... his name. Tell him about all the times you've gotten yourself off, alone in your apartment, moaning his name to the ceiling and walls. No wait, don't tell him that! My inner soliloquy is driving me crazy, and just as I reprimand myself, I hear a soft knock at the door.

At first I can't be sure that I'm hearing things correctly, perhaps it's just my mind playing tricks on me. But then there is another rap, much louder, followed by a third. It's time. I know it's you, only you would knock hesitantly like that. Glancing into the mirror again, I fix my hair and my make-up, wondering if you still find me attractive. If you ever actually found me attractive. Gulping and breathing in deeply, I step toward the door.

Taking a second before I open it, I steady myself and then turn the handle and pull the door towards me. And there you are. Standing in front of me, looking absolutely stunning in your suit, but also looking absolutely horrified. Maybe you're just nervous, like I am? I can only hope. Swallowing hard, I try a small smile.

"Hi David...."

 

[salty_sailor]

As the door was pulled open, I took a deep breath. I don't particularly know that I'm ready for this moment. It's beginning to feel like a reckoning is coming down the line. Coming like a freight train.

My eyes, already somewhat downcast, scan upwards, starting at her feet; small pink delicate feet, bare as her legs, those shapely and adorable legs. My gaze continues upwards to the delicate lace slip that she wore...that and nothing else.

It was nearly too much to handle. I wanted her so badly, and here she was manifest. I knew that I couldn't just sweep into the room, pulling her into my arms, and collapsing together into a heap onto the couch. That is assuming we even made it that far; the patch of carpet just inside the door looked comfortable enough, at least for the things he intended for her. A panting, gasping, sweating, multi-limbed heap.

I had to pull my mind away from that image just like I had had to do several times already today. And yet the vision was something more tangible with her standing just before me. My cock gave a small twitch as my eyes passed up your torso, over your breasts and came to rest on your face. It was hard to tell if you were excited to see me, terrified and nervous, or some blend thereof with some trepidation thrown in for good measure.

I reached out, grasped the door handle, and pulled it towards me, effectively shutting myself out of the bridal suit. What ever could I say? What could she want with me? Why was she inviting me in wearing her underwear. In the back of my mind I know that I had seen far more of her than could ever be covered by scraps of cloth---but still---this was her wedding day. She is a bride. She is no longer a play thing to me. It was simply....indecent. That was the word for it.

Short of turning back down the stairs, I stayed planted in place and my forehead came to rest against the paneling of the door. And there I waited. I didn't know what I waited for, perhaps inspiration, perhaps the right words would come, perhaps she would take the first initiative.

 

[LovelyLuna]

I expected more, some sort of gesture toward me. But that's not what I got. Instead, you pulled the door shut, keeping yourself from me as if this was some sort of joke to you. I was more hurt than angry, assuming that this was your way of effectively shutting me out, not wanting anything to do with me. Swallowing and shutting my eyes, I breathed in deeply, trying to decide what to do. It was almost crystal clear that you didn't want to see me, but you and I had to have this conversation before I walked down the aisle. Collecting myself a few seconds later, I go straight for the door, opening it back up again.

This time my motion is swift and I nearly knock you over as I'm unaware that you're standing right there. I thought I was going to have to chase you down the hall and tackle you, but it seems you haven't left yet. Clearing my throat and leaning up against the doorframe, I plant my eyes on you.

"David?"

Frowning, I study your face to determine what could be the problem here. You saw me and nearly ran away. And yet here you stand, not having gone far at all. I want us to be upfront with each other. I'm almost positive that you don't want to be with me. That it was a hit it and quit it type thing for you, and that's fine. But I need to know. Crossing my arms and mustering as much anger as I can (which is hard, considering all I want is your arms around me at the moment), I lower my voice.

"Please come inside... you can't just leave me hanging. We need to talk, and besides... I... I'm a big girl, I can handle it."

 

[salty_sailor]

All I want to do is reach out to you, to feel your body pressed against mine...and I do my best to indicate this through the expression on my face. Doing any more that that seems inappropriate. As I have to keep reiterating to myself; today is your wedding day after all.

You lean against the doorframe, staring at me, or is that glaring? Your face is hard to read, but your words are clear enough.

"Please come inside... you can't just leave me hanging. We need to talk, and besides... I... I'm a big girl, I can handle it."

I'm not sure what it is that you feel like you can handle. Frankly I'm imagining you handling me with some of the old skill and spark that you've shown before. Wedding day, bride, right.

“Well, should I come in, or are you more comfortable here?” I ask, trying to be casual, but the heavy throat clearing seems to give me away. You stand upright again, done slouching against the door, and wave a hand vaguely towards the interior of your place. It is strangely deserted inside. No bridesmaids are hanging about, gossiping, giggling in the manner that I would expect. I stand there somewhat awkwardly as you shut the door once more and walk towards your sitting area. I dumbly watch you walk away, enjoying immensely the sway of your hips. Wedding day! My head screams.

 

[LovelyLuna]

I walk with slow steps toward my vanity mirror, my feet bare on the cool wood floor. I take one more sharp breath in before turning to face you. You're still standing in front of the door, watching me with a strange look in your eye. You seem to be trying to tell me something, but you're not saying any words. I can't hold back though. Putting my hands on my hips, I lean up against the table and prepare myself to speak.

"David, we have to decide what we're going to do about that night..."

It's the first time either of us has brought it up to the other, and I feel a weight being lifted off my chest as soon as I say it. Gazing at you, trying to catch your eye, I play with the thin strap of my dress, pushing it across the smooth skin of my shoulder. My breasts are not very well restrained by the slip that I'm wearing, and if you look hard enough you'll see that I'm not wearing a bra. With every deep breath, my chest rises and falls. Running my tongue across my lower lip slowly, nervously, I wait for you to say something. Anything. I'm completely unsure of what it is you'll do next. For a moment, I'm worried that inviting you up here was a big mistake. Getting rejected by a guy, who isn't my future husband, on my wedding day? Bad news.

 

[salty_sailor]

I stare at you hard, you are looking tantalizing in your skimpy outfit. I am captivated by the rise and fall of your chest, your every breath swelling your breasts above your bodice. Even the way you look at me, accusation hovering about your countenance, I can't help but be attracted to you. 'This is a curse', I think to myself.

I tug at the collar of my shirt and tie, trying in vain to loosen its choking grasp. It is as though I am being strangled by some noose. It took a lot of convincing to get me into a suit. In the end though, Luke had prevailed.

I can tell that you are in need of reassurance. Though it is hard to understand why you need it from me. Where does Luke play in all this?

“Look,” I stammered incoherently for a moment. “I thought we had agreed, that was all a mistake...one I wish that I could take back. I wish dearly that I hadn't ever had the opportunity to hurt Luke. You were drunk, I was drunk” I paused. “I know, I know, that he still is unaware, and I have to thank you for that. I know that it would crush him, and drive us all apart, leaves on a wind. Who knows how long it might be until we could even speak to one another again?” Another silence. “I don't know why this is so hard. It feels like mourning. Mourning a future that is no longer an option. Today is supposed to be a happy day, for all of us.”

I look at you inquiringly. There must be answers in you somewhere. Despite my words, I had almost no control over my body, and almost inevitably I took two shuffling steps towards you---trying in some small way to bridge the gulf opening between us. With those hurtful, but consoling words, I wanted to reach out to you, but knew that that might only muddy the waters further.

 

[LovelyLuna]

Your words sting, and I shiver involuntarily, looking down at my feet. My toes, painted bright red, look sad and lonely on the floor. It's the same color I was wearing that night, and back then it was painted on my fingernails as well. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes but I force them away, not wanting to appear weak. You seem to be on the fence about this, but I'm unsure of which way you're going to be swayed. Eyes still on my feet, I speak up.

"Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you say something way back when? You really... wish you could take it back?"

I raise my eyes to you again, noticing now that you're a bit closer. I take that as a good sign and stand up straight now, taking a couple steps toward you. I can't hold back any longer. Brushing a strand of hair from in front of my face, I close the remaining gap between us. My body is inches from yours now, my face turned up toward yours.

"You can't mean that... you can't be over what happened between us..."

 

[salty_sailor]

"What do you want me to say?" I plead with you, practically begging. "Of course I wanted to call you, of course I wanted for it to happen again...and again, and then some more. There was something between us, we both knew that, we could both feel that...even months after the fact."

But the fact was that there was Luke to think about.

"What about your fiancee? Where does he fit in all of this, in this space between us. If it gets too tight, there won't be any room for him at all. The two of us closing together will end up pressing him out. Neither of us want that."

As you close the space between us, I admire your proud stance; there will be no quashing you. Inches from me, I can practically feel your breath on my neck and face, your chest still heaving with the effect of your heavy breathing. I almost reach out and touch you. I want to.

And then I say out loud what has been hanging in the air since that night long ago. "Of course I still want you. Why do you think this is so hard for me to be here, mixed up in all this?"

 

[LovelyLuna]

Hearing your words solidifies my own feelings. I don't want to let you go. I don't want this to be the end of whatever it is that we had. Luke is important, yes, but not as important as how I feel right at this exact moment. Stepping back from you, I move away and towards the door. I'm sure you're confused, wondering what it is that I'm doing. But I merely raise a hand to the lock, turning it and closing us off from the world for real.

"If you want me... you can have me...."

My skin is alive with goosebumps right now, nerves as I say the words I've wanted to say to you for months. You've turned around to face me where I stand, and I come closer to you now. My pace has quickened, my steps are now more deliberate, less hesitant. Stopping in front of you, I reach up to slip one strap off of my shoulder, giving you an uninterrupted line of bare skin to look at. Then I slip the other strap down, my breasts dangerously close to popping out if I continue this any further. But I don't. Instead, I rub a slow circle across my collarbone, gazing up at you. It's your move. If you want to leave, I'll let you go. I'm a good actress and I know I can pretend that everything is fine once I get up to that altar.

But I know now that if you and I never hash out these feelings and give in to each other, I'll spend the rest of my life getting myself off to thoughts of you, instead of my husband.

 

[salty_sailor]

I stand, rooted to the spot. I find it impossible to leave, or even to look away. Your bare skin, your body, your being pressed against me is probably the only thing in the whole world that I wanted just then. But the problem was, I didn't know how to take it from you. I tried to appear casual, despite the fact that my body was almost completely rigid. I looked around the room at the photographs of sunsets, sunny fields, smiling brides---though the one in front of me had done everything from rage to be doleful without a single grin. I looked out the wide windows across the fields below towards the woods, the hint of a pond out there. Then, watching you about to fall our of your top, I ask in all seriousness:

“Do you believe in happily ever after? Do you want me to throw you over the back of the couch and handle you roughly? Will your wedding day be that much better for it? I don't want you to take me the wrong way, and ore than anything I do want to take you, but talk with me for just a minute.”

I reach out to you, rubbing the tip of my thumb up your bare arm, skipping over the strap of your nightie and continuing across your shoulder and back. A chill runs through you and I can watch the effect on your face.

“Tell me what was so magical about that night. Please help me remember. How drunk were you anyway? We both, sure as hell, know that I can't hold my liquor. Sure we both had a hell of a night, but why is it that I still feel like I'm hungover from it? From you? I'm not so much of a hopeless romantic to believe that there is any such thing as a one true love for each of us, or that we are it for one another. Are we just stuck wondering? What might have been? The one that got away. Etc.”

I stop touching you, not wanting your mind to wander too far as I do a little imagining out loud. The melodrama filling the room was not lost on me.

“So lets say that I bed you right now. Or perhaps, I take you by the hand, and leading you across the porch roof, out onto the lawn and through the little orchard to the road---where sill in your slip you flag down a passing car and we just disappear into some unknown destiny. What then? Where does that leave us? What good could come of it? Would either of us be happy with that? Just for giggles, help me play this out to a couple of logical conclusions”

I stepped one small increment towards you, looking down at you, swelling towards you. Almost involuntarily, my hands both come to rest on your hips.

 

[LovelyLuna]

As you speak to me, your words flowing over me, I feel a harsh chill run up my spine. You don't sound as happy as I want you to... you're not giving me as much passion as I've bestowed upon you. Swallowing hard, I turn to look where you're looking, out the window. I want to tell you that yes, in fact, I do want you to throw me over the back of the couch and handle me roughly. I want to feel you the way I felt you that night. But you're not done speaking.

As your fingertips touch my skin for the first time today, in such a sensual manner and location, I feel another, much stronger chill run through my body. God, it feels good. I can't focus anymore.. what are you saying? Something about that night, and being drunk. That's actually a very sobering thought, as I've never revealed to you that I had less than two beers that night, and as such was barely tipsy. I knew what we were doing. When you pull away, I'm half grateful because it's that much easier to focus when you're not touching me, but the other half of me is disappointed.

This conversation is getting more and more dramatic as time passes. Your final questions seem a bit harsh, but they're softened by the way you step toward me and rest your hands on my hips. Focusing on your face now, my eyes meeting yours, I blush a bit. I haven't been this close to you in so long.

"To be honest, I don't even want to think about the future, and what it brings... I want to just focus on this moment. But if you must know.... I'm willing to do what you want me to do. What I want to do? I want you to take me, right here, like you know you're dying to. I want you to have me like you did so long ago, and then I want to go downstairs and marry the man that I've promised myself to. I don't know what will happen after that, but we can try to move on if you feel it's best... but how will we ever know what's best if we don't try one more time?"

Finishing, I press myself a bit closer to you, letting you really feel me now, the silky material of my slip so thin. I reach one hand up to stroke along your neck, feeling your skin again like I've dreamed of doing for months.

"Please...."

 

[salty_sailor]

My eyes burn into you, and my whole body is begging to tingle. The tingle, perhaps without saying, radiates from my crotch, and emanates throughout my entire body. With you pressed hard against me, I begin to melt into you...my body conforming to yours in subtle ways. I can practically feel your hardened nipples cutting through the fabric of your slip. Your breasts rise and fall tantalizingly with every breath, sometimes deeper than others.

I want to give myself to you. An animal part of my brain starts taking over and I can feel my cock starting to bulge. I imagine that you must be able to feel it pressed against me as you are, from thighs to shoulders. I run my hands up your back, from where they've been languishing on your hips. One stays holding you against me solidly at the small of your back. The other comes up to your shoulders and tentatively slips one finger under the strap of your thin garment. In those few moments most thinking ends, and the rest of the world starts to fade into a haze.

I plant my lips squarely on your forehead, and I kiss you delicately... I
m not surrendering so much as allowing to happen something that I've wanted to have anyway. I whisper, the sounds barely louder than my breath, as my arms fully welcome you to me, and my lips find your ear. “So long as you're certain.”

 

[LovelyLuna]

I shiver at your gentle touch; the way you're moving your hands up my body is giving me chills. Swallowing hard, I blush a bit at the sudden attention, nervous as all hell for what's about to happen. I can feel your cock hardening beneath your pants, straining to get to me. Once you've run a finger up to the strap of my slip, I'm lost in it.

Closing my eyes, I feel you plant your lips on my forehead, kissing me there like you did that night. The sensation is overwhelming and I sigh happily, my breath catching and wavering a bit. Your lips reach my ear, the words you speak making my entire body tingle in a way that's similar to your own special tingle. I don't answer you. You know that I'm certain.

To show you that I actually want this, I reach up and slip your suit jacket off of your shoulders, and let it fall to the ground with a little help from you. Then your hands return to their position against the small of my back and atop my shoulder. I take this time to raise my hands in between our bodies and pop open a few buttons on your shirt. I do this slowly so that I can savor the feeling of your collarbone and your broad chest beneath my fingertips. Glancing up at you while I work, I give you a passionate look that reveals how very long I've fantasized about this. Half of me wants to be urgent, while the other half is arguing that the longer it takes, the more I'll remember it once it's over.

Leaning up to reach your neck, I kiss you there gently, my soft lips feeling at home on your skin. I bury my face into the hollow formed between your neck and shoulder, breathing in your sweet scent. I'm calmed, for the first time all day.

 

[salty_sailor]

I help you by shrugging out of my jacket, and I make no protest as you start undoing my buttoned shirt.Your fingers nimbly play across my chest, teasing my nipples. In response, my hands turn active on you. I'm loving the feeling of your silky clothing under my rough fingers. I start massaging your back and shoulders, trailing my hand down to do a lap around your delicious ass before rising again to your back. My head dips to kiss along your collar, starting at the base of your neck, and working towards the outer edge of your shoulder. One hand dips again, this time hooking the hem of your slip with my thumb and gradually raising the fabric and stroking your bare thigh.

I pull my head back, looking you in the eye. I lean my forehead against yours and say: "I don't know that we have the time before your ceremony to give this proper justice."

Just then, my lips brush yours and a great deal more in my head turns fuzzy.

 

[LovelyLuna]

I raise my leg a bit as you run your hand up my thigh, goosebumps forming on my skin. Soft, gentle moans and whimpers emit from my throat and I run one hand down your chest and stomach. Reaching your belt buckle, I tug playfully at it, not yet undoing it. Hearing your words, I glance up at you and your lips catch mine, but just barely. I smile against them, shaking my head slowly.

"I don't care. I want you now. I don't want to wait... I don't want to go through with this wedding and then be too afraid to have you afterwards...."

Sucking your lower lip into my mouth ever so slightly, I nibble and then release, pulling back to look up at you again. Then I run my fingertips down to the bulge that has formed in your pants, squeezing and kneading the length of your member through the fabric. I sigh happily, moaning as your cock throbs in my hand, even separated by layers of cloth.

 

[salty_sailor]

I feel you take my lip between your teeth, and I can feel a part of myself give in to you. I stroke your thigh, massaging it and attempting to look over your shoulder as I twist against you. I try to see what it is that my hands have found that feels so lovely to touch. I wonder in an abstract manner what you are wearing under your slip, if anything at all. By the look of it, you aren't wearing any bra.

I turn slightly giving you better access to my pants. As far as I can tell, there isn't much that is more uncomfortable than a suit. And this is reaffirmed as my cock strains against my slacks. Now, I want nothing more than to be out of them---to feel your hands, your lips and tongue caressing me.

From this angle, I slide one hand up your stomach, enjoying the smoothness and firmness under my hand. Reaching your breasts, my hand swells outward with it, cupping you momentarily, squeezing lightly, brushing across the exposed tops of them and continuing the caress back down your torso and side.

 

[LovelyLuna]

"Undress me...."

Pulling back from you, teasing you just a bit, I let your hands drop from my soft form. I move back a few more steps, bending my finger to beckon you toward me (and the couch in the corner of the room). I reach up to pull pins from my hair, letting my locks cascade down across my shoulders. Then I slip each arm out of the strap of my slip, the tops of my breasts swelling out of the thin fabric. One gentle tug, and the garment will fall to the ground.

 

[salty_sailor]

Enthralled, I step towards you as you back away from me. As you reach the couch in the corner, your calves just brushing the front of it, I catch up with you. It would take only the lightest touch and you would topple over backwards into the deep cushions.

"If I undress you, you're going to have a lot of catching up to do...suits have a lot of parts you know."

I reach out to you, and with painstaking slowness, I tug at your shift, pulling the fabric downward and over your hips. It reaches a breaking point, and with a subtle pop, your tits are exposed to me as is the rest of you, and the slip drops to the floor.

I smile down at you, taking in your body, eating you up with my eyes.

 

[LovelyLuna]

I'm not wearing panties either, and as soon as you pull my slip from my body, my smooth pussy lips are revealed. If you look closely, you'll see that they glisten with my juices, wet from all the build-up you and I have had. Approaching you again, I resume the unbuttoning of your shirt, a bit faster this time.

"Mm... I don't mind. You are so worth it.."

Finishing up with your shirt, I run my hands down your broad chest and muscular stomach, grazing my nails along your skin softly. I lean in to press my lips to your right pec before dragging them down to your nipple. I dart my tongue out to wet it a bit, then suck gently on your tiny little nub. I can feel it hardening in my mouth and I smile against your skin. One hand now travels to your crotch again, swiftly and deftly unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your pants.

"What are you gonna do to me?"

 

[salty_sailor]

"Well, that really depends on what you let me get away with... For starters I'm going to make you remember what it's like to be fucked properly hard, and maybe make you regret saying yes all those months ago."

I start kicking off my shoes, and tilt my head backwards, moaning slightly as I feel your lips and hands moving over my body.

I look down into your eyes, and gently draw your face to mine. Our lips make contact, and already I'm breathing heavily. I tease your lips with mine, and parting them gradually, my tongue sneaks out to explore your lips and mouth. My hands continue roving over your newly exposed skin. I cup your breast in one hand, tweaking the nipple between two fingers while reaching around behind you and lifting you by one ass cheek, drawing you into the kiss.

 

[LovelyLuna]

My body presses hard against yours as you grip my ass, kissing me. My lips are lost on you now, my tongue playfully flicking against yours to taste you. My chest heaving, my fingers moving to your zipper to undo that, I moan softly against your mouth. Then I pull back for just a second, looking down to concentrate on what I'm doing.

"Promises, promises... we'll see..."

Giggling, I reach my hand into the opening I've just made and pull your cock free, made a bit difficult by how painfully hard you are. Licking my lips as I get my first glimpse of your member after all these months, I smile in spite of myself. I've missed it. Letting go of your cock now, I tuck my fingers into the waistband of both your pants and your boxers and pull them all the way down your legs, exposing you entirely. As I do this, I end up at eye-level with your dick and the temptation is too strong. Leaning forward, I plant my lips on it for just a moment, kissing the head a few times. I close my eyes as I breathe in your scent, a mixture of sweat and your natural pheromones.

 

[salty_sailor]

I am absolutely enthralled as I watch you drop to your knees in front of me. If only you knew how much I'd been waiting for this moment to arise. I wonder if you can sense my body reaching out for you, begging you to start some more in depth caresses with your mouth and tongue. 'Please start with some moist ministrations!'

I peer down at you curiously, delighted by the various shapes your body takes as you make yourself more comfortable there on the floor. I am willing you to engulf me with your mouth now. I wouldn't mind if I disappeared entirely inside of you. My dick is stiffening in response to your attention, and any moment, drops of pre-cum will form to your delight, no doubt. With the effort, I arch my head back, and let out a low involuntary moan, more like a growl.