I had slipped away from the loud music and thick air of the dancefloor, looking for a way outside. The wedding party blazed on without me just fine. What I wanted was some cold air to freshen me up, and a little quietude to enjoy the flask of whiskey in my breast pocket. I hadn’t expected to walk out of the venue and catch two people rutting like teenagers on the verandah.
No chance of either party hiding or pretending not to see each other. The two of them swore and squirmed as I stared in shock.
The man I didn’t recognise at all, but his face was red as a cherry and his eyes wide. They didn’t blink at the same time though, one following the other sluggishly. Indulged a little too much at the open bar it seemed.
The woman was equally startled, but she didn’t rush to cover herself up like he did. The straps of a maroon bridesmaid dress sat in the crook of her elbows, showing off small, pale breasts and pink nipples. She froze completely, like a deer in headlights. I recognised her, but the name took a second to come back to me. Sarah. One of Rosa’s friends from high school. A sweet girl, though. I would never have guessed her the type to sneak off and get fucked outside in the last embers of twilight at her friend’s wedding.
“Shit!” the young man exclaimed again. “Sorry! Ah fuck, come on let’s go.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, but held my palms out towards them.
“Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Don’t mind me, I’ll leave you to it.”
I backed up, but the jitterish fellow was already pulling his pants up and stumbling towards me.
“It’s okay, man. Come on, let’s go inside and find a room.”
The woman was blushing now, hiding her face behind a wave of black hair, and covering her bare breasts with one arm. I averted my gaze. I might as well try to be a gentleman about it, I wouldn’t be able to see her again without picturing her like this anyway, might as well let her have some semblance of dignity.
And then the man actually pushed past me and ran inside! Both chivalry and manners were forgotten in his alcohol-fuelled retreat. He waved his arm wildly to the woman as the door closed, beckoning her with a confidence I almost found impressive. And then the door closed and we were alone.
“What the fuck?”
Embarrassment had turned into confusion. And I didn’t blame her. How could anyone have left such a gorgeous woman behind?
“I think your friend was a bit intimidated by being caught. Maybe try somewhere a bit more private next time.”
She scowled at me, clearly affronted and not shy about showing it. Then she gasped. Shocked recognition reflected in her eyes. A groan escaped her lips and then the words, “Oh my fucking god. No!”
I smiled. “Hi Sarah. Nice evening.”
She pulled the straps of her dress up over her shoulders so that she could bury her head in her hands. Always a dramatic one. I couldn’t tell what she was muttering to herself, but it seemed like a serious chat about her life choices.
I moved past her so that I wasn’t between her and the door, and leaned on the wooden railing. The moon was bright and shining early, flaring up as the sun set. It was a beautiful evening.
Sarah turned to face me after a minute or two of silence. She didn’t seem in a hurry to run away or follow her beau to whatever secluded space his drunken brain judged the next best alternative. I had come out here for a little peace, but it wasn’t so bad to share the evening air with a beautiful young woman, and especially one I already thought of fondly.
“Fancy a cigar?”
She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“God no. Smoke is disgusting.”
I regarded the little metal case I’d bought just for this occasion.
“Yeah, you’re probably right there. But it’s not everyday your daughter gets married. Thought it’d be a nice treat.”
Another beat of quiet settled over us. After a second she stepped next to me, looking out over the grounds. I flipped the case open and closed a few times, mulling over the emotions rolling through me. In the end I put it back into my jacket pocket with a sigh. Sarah turned to me, and pursed her lips like there was some difficult news she had to tell me. But she just stood there, silently.
“Who was your friend there?”
“Oh, just some guy. He was sort of my last option. You know?” She blushed and hid her face from me again.
There was no way I believed that a beautiful woman like her could struggle for suitors, but I held my tongue. I didn’t know her life or her preferences or her problems. And I didn’t want to. Young people bullshit was something I was happy to put way, way behind me.
So instead of anything gallant or complimentary I just said, “It’s nice to have options.”
She nodded but did so with a suspicious look in her eye. Didn’t say anything for a while. Maybe it was my imagination but I could have sworn she inched closer to me.
“So…Mister Navarro, I heard you got divorced?”
The question genuinely surprised me. Of all the things to say to me today…
“Yeah. Yeah I did. Four years ago, mind you.”
“Well I’m sorry that happened.”
“I’m not. Best thing to ever happen to me. Until today, of course,” I lied.
“Yeah. Well, it’s good. Good for you. I bet you have options yourself.”
That made me straighten up and raise an eyebrow at her. Predictably she blushed, but she didn’t shy away. The waning sunlight highlighted her cheekbones like she was modelling in some exotic desert setting.
“We always had such a crush on you. If you’d have gotten that divorce while we were still at high school you would have been attacked, I swear. And you’re still… still as hot as you were then. Maybe more. I like the beard.”
“… I don’t know what to say to that. Thank you.”
My pulse quickened once I realised what she was saying. I should have changed the subject. And probably gone back inside, and left Sarah to her own devices.
“Who exactly is ‘we’?”
“Everyone! Rosa hated it. I mean, I think she was kinda proud of you, but she definitely hated how much everyone kept talking about you. Rebecca even drew a picture of you as a shirtless lumberjack one time. It was so funny. We literally fought over that scrap of paper like it was some dirty magazine. So yeah, you definitely have options.”
I swallowed. I wasn’t stupid, and I could see where this was going, especially if I played along. But the temptation was irresistible. She was irresistible.
“That was a long time ago.”
“I’m right here.”
Her hand moved slowly towards me, as if in slow motion. She touched me lightly on the chest, and then tugged on the lapel of my jacket. Her lips were parted. She drew me in to her with the most miniscule pull, but I felt powerless to resist.
We kissed. A stunned voice in the back of my head told me how inappropriate this was, how wrong it was.
Her mouth was hot and sweet. Once her lips met mine she went a little feral. Her fingers pulled me and groped me in equal measure. Her tongue pushed forward and wrestled with mine. Any doubt I held about her confession evaporated. She wanted me like no woman had wanted me in years.
My hands slid down her back and found a fat ass that was somehow unbelievably toned. My surprise was overruled by my growing lust. I could feel my pants growing uncomfortably tight. Grabbing two incredible handfuls I picked Sarah up and perched her on top of the railing. She barely weighed anything to me, a combination of adrenaline and a lifetime of regular weightlifting.
The movement had caused the strap of her dress to fall off one shoulder again, but she didn’t notice or care. Sarah stripped my jacket off me and pulled me closer. I could feel the warmth of her body on mine, the faint sensation of her hard nipples rubbing against my chest.
I felt lightheaded. Just catching my daughter’s friend having sex at her wedding was a scandalous occurrence, let alone what we were doing now. Sarah started fumbling at my belt, desperate to undress me further. One last moment of clarity and responsibility hit me. I thought about stopping her. I thought that I should rise above temptation and stop us doing something we might regret. I even managed to hold her hands back for a moment.
She stopped tongue fucking me and gasped a quick breath into her lungs.
“Please… fuck, I need this.”
I tilted her chin up so that she was forced to look into my eyes. I stared at her, telling myself that it was to make sure she wasn’t drunk, and not some power trip.
“What do you need.”
“I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me, Mister Navarro.”
“Call me Oscar.”
“Okay. Oscar.” She said it just to feel how the word rolled off her tongue, I’m sure of it. From the way she attacked my neck and pulled my body tighter to her, I think she liked it.
“Say it again.”
She looked up at me with those big eyes and saw what I wanted. She brought her lips up to my ear and whispered.
“I want you to fuck me, Oscar. Please. Please fuck me.”
There was no more foreplay. I didn’t explore her body or tease her. I gave her what she wanted, and what we both desperately needed. I unzipped and was pressing between her legs before I knew what I was doing. She’d leaked onto her inner thighs, and I felt her juices soak into my clothes as our bodies joined. She guided the throbbing head of my cock against her wetness and then inside her. She was so tight around me that it felt like she was trying to squeeze me out. But we both ground our hips against each other and rutted like animals.
She moaned in a low pitch that took me by surprise.
“I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’re doing this. Oh, don’t stop Oscar.”
Shame tinged the blood boiling in my veins. This was so wrong. I couldn’t believe it either, but for different reasons. This was such a taboo and sweet betrayal. We were both adults, but someone I’d known since she was a cute teenager? One of my daughter’s best friends, her bridesmaid no less?
It only provoked me further. There was no way in hell I was going to stop, so I might as well enjoy the forbidden fruit I found myself balls deep in.
I shifted her weight and slammed into her as deep as I could go, savouring her tightness but feeling it pushing me close to the edge. I stopped for a moment and made sure her eyes focussed back into mine.
“Where?” I growled. She looked both dazed and confused.
“What?”
“I’m close. Where should I…?”
I started to fuck her again before I got the question out. I couldn’t hold back. The way she gripped my cock was too much to handle. It was like a drug.
She wailed in pleasure but managed to get out, “Inside me. It’s okay. Inside.”
“Are you sure?”
I wanted to ask if she was on contraceptive, but I also really fucking didn’t. I didn’t care.
“Yes. Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare pull out. All of it. Fuuuuck! I want all of it inside me. Please, Mister Navarro.”
Her husky pleading sent me over the edge. I pulled her close and drove my hips flush against hers. Her head sank downwards suddenly, her teeth biting down onto my neck and shoulders. She moan-screamed, using me as a living gag and she started quivering in my arms.
I slammed into her one final time, primal instincts urging me to shoot my seed as deep into her as I could go. Her inner walls clamped down in a staccato rhythm around my pulsing cock. Her legs tightened around me. Neither of us wanted this moment to end.
For a while our panting was the only sound made. I came down from the indescribable high of breeding a beautiful young woman half my age.
A knot tied itself in my stomach. Now to have the difficult conversation about birth control. And about how this couldn’t happen again. How she couldn’t tell anyone abou-
“That was so fucking hot,” Sarah murmured. She sounded almost sleepy, enjoying the afterglow. She rested her head against mine. I felt a tickle of sweat through her hair. She seized my chin playfully and gave me a long, passionate kiss.
“I want more. I think you do too.”
I froze. There were so many reasons to say no. So many ways of letting her down gently.
“Yeah. I do.”
“Good. Here, take my room key, the numbers on it. I’m gonna go clean up quickly, and then I’ll say goodbyes at the party. I’ll meet you up there.”
I was dumbstruck by her assumption that she needed to go and make her farewells but I wouldn’t. You know, just the father of the damn bride over here?!
She wriggled away from me, and took a few tottering steps as she readjusted her dress. She put a hand between her legs and smirked up at me.
“You made such a mess in me, Mister Navarro. I hope you’ve got some left in the tank.”
And then she was gone.
I thought about going back to the party and forgetting this had ever happened. I thought about staying out here for a smoke of that cigar, letting her wait for me. And then I thought about how it had felt to fuck the tight pussy of a woman decades younger than me.
I tried not to hurry up to her room, feeling some strange pride that I could resist running through the hotel highfiving people. Her room was in the middle of the third floor. I hoped the rooms had good soundproofing.
It turns out the sound proofing was perfectly adequate, as I didn’t hear a thing before opening the door and stepping inside. The shower was running and someone was humming a tune in there. I looked down at the room key in confusion, but the door had opened, so it must be the right one. And there was a purple bridesmaid dress thrown over the back of a chair. Sarah must have changed her mind and come straight upstairs.
I pictured Sarah’s naked body soaped up in the hot steam of a shower, and felt myself stiffen up instantly. I walked over to the twin beds and started undressing. There was a lot of baggage and clothes strewn about the place, clearly Sarah didn’t travel light.
Then a loud and urgent knocking at the door. I froze. I couldn’t very well answer the door for her. Being caught in her room would be a disaster.
The shower stopped. I looked around for somewhere to hide. The bathroom door opened and a naked young woman walked out, looking down as she quickly popped a towel around herself. Red hair. Tall. Not Sarah. Definitely not Sarah. Fuck.
She peeped through the peeper’s hole in the door and then opened it, laughing.
“Did you lose your key already? You’re such a liability!”
Sarah, panting and face flushed like she’d just run a mile, stood in the doorway. She looked past the redhead and saw me staring back her, half undressed, like a deer in headlights.
“Oh fuck.”
She shot a hand out to grab the other woman before she could turn back into the room. The room that was so obviously shared between the two of them. I was such an idiot.
“Rebecca, listen up. I really fucked up. I… met this guy, and I told him to meet me in my room, but I fucking forgot that we were sharing. I’m so sorry, I really messed up.”
“Oh my god, you slut! Good for you, girl. ‘Bout time you got some action. So do you want me to leave for a bit, or is this a tag team kind of thing?”
I couldn’t see her facial expressions, but it only sounded like she was half joking.
Sarah didn’t reply straight away. She closed her eyes and groaned loudly.
“Fuck! Okay, you’ve got to promise to be cool about it. It’s kinda crazy, but you’ve got to hear me out.”
“Why? Who is it?”
“…Turn around.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Rebecca screamed. I flinched. Sarah pushed her fellow bridesmaid into the room and then shut the three of us in with a heavy clunk of the door. She put a hand over Rebecca’s mouth to hush her. Rebecca was having none of it and they started having a heated, hissing argument that I couldn’t concentrate on. I wished the ground would swallow me up. I wondered if I could survive a leap through the window.
And then Rebecca’s towel fell to the floor. The two women advanced towards me, like twin predators.
“Okay Oscar, here’s how this is going to work.”
I swallowed nervously. Maybe I should start to think before walking in on people. Or maybe I shouldn’t…
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