SadieFox26
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I went to a wedding for a business colleague. One of those events you feel obligated to attend, even when you barely know anyone.
I went alone, arrived fashionably late, and walked straight into one hell of a party.
The wedding was extravagant. Gorgeous venue, beautiful people, expensive suits, stunning dresses, music, cocktails. Everyone looked incredible.
And I have to admit, I was feeling pretty incredible myself.
I’d bought a new outfit, my hair looked amazing, and I was feeling confident, sexy, and just a little adventurous.
A couple of drinks certainly didn’t hurt.
That’s when I noticed him.
Tall. Rugged. Handsome. Maybe 30 or so. Perfectly tailored suit, gorgeous hair, and a smile that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.
And he kept looking at me.
Not just a passing glance. The kind of look you can feel from across a crowded room.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.
I walked over, smiled, and asked, “Do we know each other?”
“No,” he replied, smiling. “But I’ve been hoping you’d come talk to me.”
Well, that was unexpected.
He started flirting immediately. Complimenting my outfit, my figure, my smile. He was charming, confident, and completely unapologetic about finding me attractive.
I laughed and told him I was married.
He smiled.
“I’m not looking for a wife.”
I should have rolled my eyes and walked away.
Instead, I laughed.
We talked a little longer. I explained why I was there and mentioned I would probably be leaving soon.
“Can I at least walk you to your car?”
Normally, that would have been an easy no but tonight I was feeling particularly bold.
“Sure.”
We walked through the venue together, the cool evening air a welcome change from the crowded ballroom.
When we reached my Yukon, he stopped beside me.
The flirting hadn’t slowed down. Neither had that ridiculous smile of his.
There was a moment when neither of us said anything.
Just a look.
A smile.
And the unmistakable feeling that something wildly unexpected was about to happen.
What happened next was a whirlwind of spontaneous choices...
We jumped into the back of my dark Yukon, and within moments, while we were kissing passionately, my top was off and my panties were down.
I pulled his cock out of his pants and got it nice and wet with my mouth, but I was too eager to have him inside me. I climbed on top of him, and I was so turned on that he slid right in. His hands roamed all over my body, tangled in my hair, and he was thrusting into me hard. Just a few minutes in, I could feel an intense orgasm building up...
Then suddenly…
LOUD MUSIC.
What the hell?
My alarm.
I opened my eyes.
My bedroom. My bed. My husband sleeping beside me.
The wedding was gone. The handsome stranger was gone. And I was lying there wondering how something that never happened could feel so unbelievably real.
My heart was racing.
I rolled over, woke my husband, kissed him, and made it very clear that I was in an exceptionally affectionate mood.
He was understandably surprised.
Let’s just say he wasn’t complaining.
And that was quite a way to start the morning.
I got up, made my coffee, and went about my day.
But every now and then, that dream wandered right back into my thoughts.
The wedding. The stranger. The flirting. That ridiculous confidence.
I couldn’t help smiling.
Apparently, my subconscious has a very active social life.
And I’m still wondering what would have happened if that damn alarm hadn’t gone off.
I went alone, arrived fashionably late, and walked straight into one hell of a party.
The wedding was extravagant. Gorgeous venue, beautiful people, expensive suits, stunning dresses, music, cocktails. Everyone looked incredible.
And I have to admit, I was feeling pretty incredible myself.
I’d bought a new outfit, my hair looked amazing, and I was feeling confident, sexy, and just a little adventurous.
A couple of drinks certainly didn’t hurt.
That’s when I noticed him.
Tall. Rugged. Handsome. Maybe 30 or so. Perfectly tailored suit, gorgeous hair, and a smile that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.
And he kept looking at me.
Not just a passing glance. The kind of look you can feel from across a crowded room.
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me.
I walked over, smiled, and asked, “Do we know each other?”
“No,” he replied, smiling. “But I’ve been hoping you’d come talk to me.”
Well, that was unexpected.
He started flirting immediately. Complimenting my outfit, my figure, my smile. He was charming, confident, and completely unapologetic about finding me attractive.
I laughed and told him I was married.
He smiled.
“I’m not looking for a wife.”
I should have rolled my eyes and walked away.
Instead, I laughed.
We talked a little longer. I explained why I was there and mentioned I would probably be leaving soon.
“Can I at least walk you to your car?”
Normally, that would have been an easy no but tonight I was feeling particularly bold.
“Sure.”
We walked through the venue together, the cool evening air a welcome change from the crowded ballroom.
When we reached my Yukon, he stopped beside me.
The flirting hadn’t slowed down. Neither had that ridiculous smile of his.
There was a moment when neither of us said anything.
Just a look.
A smile.
And the unmistakable feeling that something wildly unexpected was about to happen.
What happened next was a whirlwind of spontaneous choices...
We jumped into the back of my dark Yukon, and within moments, while we were kissing passionately, my top was off and my panties were down.
I pulled his cock out of his pants and got it nice and wet with my mouth, but I was too eager to have him inside me. I climbed on top of him, and I was so turned on that he slid right in. His hands roamed all over my body, tangled in my hair, and he was thrusting into me hard. Just a few minutes in, I could feel an intense orgasm building up...
Then suddenly…
LOUD MUSIC.
What the hell?
My alarm.
I opened my eyes.
My bedroom. My bed. My husband sleeping beside me.
The wedding was gone. The handsome stranger was gone. And I was lying there wondering how something that never happened could feel so unbelievably real.
My heart was racing.
I rolled over, woke my husband, kissed him, and made it very clear that I was in an exceptionally affectionate mood.
He was understandably surprised.
Let’s just say he wasn’t complaining.
And that was quite a way to start the morning.
I got up, made my coffee, and went about my day.
But every now and then, that dream wandered right back into my thoughts.
The wedding. The stranger. The flirting. That ridiculous confidence.
I couldn’t help smiling.
Apparently, my subconscious has a very active social life.
And I’m still wondering what would have happened if that damn alarm hadn’t gone off.
