I knew hed be there, so I wore his old favorite incense and a pair of panties hed texted me about endlessly back when we were together, just in case. The dress I was wearing was long, black, plunging in the back, and new I couldnt resist buying something for the occasion.
It wasnt that I was planning anything regarding this legendary ex, the one I never actually get over, the one that fueled all my midday at work sex fantasies I was just going to this wedding prepared, OK?
Of course, he was there when I arrived and he looked good. He must have been expending some time out in the sun, because he was a little tan and a little scruffy, merely the style I liked him. I tried not to float over in his direction and instead went to sit by some of our friends, leaving a few spaces of buffer between us. He was definitely looking at me.
The bride must have supposed there was unfinished business between us, too, because when cocktail hour was over and “were in” led to our tables, guess who was seated at mine? Way to go, bride. Thanks a lot.
After a couple glasses of wine, he sidled up to me when my girlfriend went to the bathroom and vacated her chair. You look great, he said. Whats up?
I raised my eyebrows and searched his face to figure out where the hell this was gonna go. I took a little sip of my wine and think, Fuck it, lets consider. So I smiled at him and whispered, Well, Im wearing your favorite underwear under this dress.
That was basically all it took. Men are incredibly easy, especially when theyre a little drunk and a little loved-up. He moved my friends dinner card over to his old seat so he could bask in my presence, and to be honest, my knees were a little melty and shaky from such close contact. I knew I shouldnt even think about letting any this dudes appendages near mine, but I couldnt used to help. He reeked only the style he always had and it was making me hungry.
Remember when you wore those panties under that little sundress when we drove up to the cabin for the weekend? He murmured to me between bites of our main dish, which I promptly forgot after feeing it. And you maintain flashing them at me while I drove before you just took them off altogether?
I giggled, largely to cover up the pounding of my heart. Oh, I remembered that cabin journey. I recollected it very, very well. Lets just say Ill never look at a pontoon the same style again. Perks of dating a Minnesota girl.
We moved between polite dinner-table chattering and naughty asides to each other for all of dinner and dessert, though his thumbs started to creep up my( freshly waxed and tanned) leg about halfway through. Soon they were investigating the panties in question, stroking my inner thighs, fiddling with the elastic. If you dont stop that now Im gonna spill my wine, I whispered to him. People are wholly watching.
Lets skip the dance. They wont even notice.
But I brought a gift! Of course I was kidding. Marriage dances are usually lame as hell, and we werent in the wedding party.
He flashed me a glimpse of his phone, where hed opened up his hotels app. Yeah, thats a thing. Where do you wanna go?
Surprise me. Maybe a Jacuzzi? I was about to vibrate out of my damn chair at this moment. I didnt even care that Id paid way too much for this dress and shouldnt trash it by throwing it on some hotel floor that probably had bedbugs. I wanted my dress off and his dick inside me.
The two of us stayed for approximately three sungs; we did the requisite oohing and awwing over the couples first dance, and then he swept me into his arms for one little slow dance. You know, under all this flinty sex talk, Im kind of a romantic, so I had my moment swaying against the body of a dude I once really loved. It was sexy, and it was a little sad, too.
Im gonna take you down the street and check us in, and then Im gonna take that dress off as slow as I can. Then, when youre wearing only your panties and your shoes, Im gonna call down for some champagne and youre gonna drink it while I go down on you, he said low in my ear. And then Im gonna press you up against the window and fuck you for the whole city to watch.
I flushed from my forehead to my toes, anticipating the delicious warmth of his tongue on me. Its a good thing I dont have any wine in my hand or itd be all over your suit. God damn.
We always had the best sex, didnt we? Remember that time when he started.
I was not in the mood to play Trip Down Memory Lane. Nope, I was ready to have my dress shucked off and my whole body thoroughly fucked. Dont play the nostalgia game with me right now, I said. Go get my coat. Ill feign Im going to the bathroom and well leave. My panties are practically soaked right now.
Youre such a good daughter. I cant wait to smack your ass and stimulate you beg for my dick.
I merely love weddings! I said as we left. Someone always gets laid. And its the best when its me.
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