There are social occasions one looks forward to, others undertaken reluctantly. This wedding, thinks Adam looking around the room, is without doubt firmly in the latter category. Vows exchanged, an excruciating best man’s speech endured, the guests now seated in a hotel function room
Adam is seated at a large rectangular table on the outer fringes, possibly reflecting its occupants’ low rank in the social pecking order. Everyone else appears well acquainted, chatting animatedly – house prices, school ratings, celebrity gossip. All unremittingly tedious, either completely self-absorbed or deliberately excluding him and the brown-skinned woman sat opposite. Who looks up and favours Adam with a bright smile. She is, it belatedly dawns upon him, strikingly attractive.
“My name’s Billie. Do you know any of these people?”
“Adam, pleased to meet you. A surprise invitation from the groom, haven’t seen him since university. Thought I’d attend and renew some old connections. Looking at this lot,” he gestures at the throng, “I’ve changed my mind. How about you?”
“Similar story, I knew the bride vaguely at college. Christ, they’ve spent the GDP of a small African country on this bash and still managed to avoid any hint of good taste. So bored, I nearly lost the will to live during the speeches. What happens next?”
“At a guess, an unwise intake of alcohol and some of the worst dancing you’ll ever witness. If we’re particularly unlucky the groom will sing Mustang Sally.”
“Please God no,” responds Billie fervently, “such a cliche. Want anything at the bar?” She continues, “This wine is only fit for stripping paint. I’m getting a G&T.”
“No, I’m fine,” replies Adam, enjoying the sight of her delicious derriere sashaying sexily across the floor. Returning to the table, Billie solicitously refills his water glass, leaning over to reveal an enticing cleavage. Almost as if it were a deliberate come on…
A conclusion unambiguously confirmed shortly afterwards when, kicking off a shoe, Billie slowly and sensuously slides a foot up his leg, painted toenails nestling against the straining bulge in his trousers. Tempting and teasing, the salacious look in her eyes is unambiguous. At which point the band takes to the stage, joined by the drunk and fearsomely off-key groom, unwisely attempting a rendition of, you guessed, Mustang Sally.
“No, please, I can’t endure this,” whispers Billie urgently, “let’s escape to my room.” She slides across a napkin with the number scrawled on it in lipstick. “Give it a couple of minutes then follow.”
Adam waits a scant few seconds, then heads towards the hotel lobby. Their erstwhile dining companions, shouting and singing along, don’t even notice the pair depart.
Taking a lift to the sixth floor, resisting the urge to run down the corridor, he eagerly enters the room to discover Billie draped decorously across the bed, displaying a come-hither expression and a large amount of leg and bosom. The wicked minx tosses something in his direction and Adam instinctively ducks, bending to retrieve a crumpled pair of panties.
“Thought it’d save time,” Billie declares boldly, rising to wind her lithe form sensuously around him. They kiss passionately, hands avidly exploring each other’s bodies, mutual arousal unleashed.
“Christ, I want you,” she declares urgently.
“All in good time,” responds Adam, calmly.
“Playing hard to get?” Billie looks at him archly. “Perhaps you can’t cope with a sexually assertive female?”
“A woman who knows what she wants is a wonderful thing,” replies Adam, “however it seems I’m being tested. It’s not self-determination but provocation I need to deal with.”
“And how do you propose to do that?” Billie challenges.
“Like this,” answers Adam, sitting on the bed and flipping Billie face down across his knee.
“Oooh, I like a man who takes charge. I suppose you think you’re going to spank me?”
“I’m absolutely bloody certain I’m going to spank you,” he confirms, raising her dress to reveal the perfect peach of a posterior he’s spent the last hour anticipating.
“I know I’m a lot to deal with,” concedes Billie. “Headstrong and naughty. Maybe I do deserve to get my bottom smacked?”
“Your bare bottom,” points out Adam, “and I wasn’t seeking permission.” He proceeds to hand spank Billie’s firm globes, disregarding her token yelps of protest as she squirms, buttocks burning, across his lap.
When his palm begins to smart, he switches to gently stroking and squeezing the gloriously silky skin of Billie’s heat-radiating rear. She purrs with pleasure when Adam transfers his attention to the damply glistening delights at the apex of her thighs, urging a probing finger between dewy love lips.
Taking her by surprise he again slaps those sweet bottom cheeks, enjoying the spectacle as they tighten then relax, each smack bringing Billie up onto the very tips of her toes, hands scrabbling at the sofa cushions.
“You deserve this, don’t you?” Adam’s tone is strict.
“Yes, but enough now, oh my poor bum!” Billie jumps up and looks ruefully at her glowing behind, protesting in faux outrage. “You should’ve stopped sooner; marks show up on white girls but are hard to see on my tush. I’m up for being ravished, not punished.” Sulkily she massages sore cheeks.
“Then we’d better do something about that,” replies Adam, pulling her towards him
“Don’t crease the dress,” she cautions as it slides to the floor, leaving Billie clad in only heels and a bra. Exhibiting what, Adam is discovering to be, a characteristic sense of fun, she dons her wedding hat to complete the titillating ensemble, twirling to ensure he gets an enthrallingly intimate view. With a determined expression, she pushes Adam back onto the sofa and frees his straining erection.
“So big, I’m not sure it will fit,” Billie observes with evident approval. She straddles him cowgirl style, circling the base of his manhood with cool fingers. Slowly lowers her shaven pussy onto his rigid rod, guiding him into her tight, wet haven, moaning with pleasure as Adam liberates her tits and brings his mouth to each pert boob in turn.
Billie’s hands are tangled in her raven hair, a blissful expression on her face. She leans back and rotates her hips, animatedly riding his cock. Hat and shoes lost in the excitement, fully naked, Billie’s breasts stand proud and prominent, nipples engorged. Her intention to keep Adam teetering on the edge of climax quickly goes awry as his thrusting cock tips Billie over the edge and into an orgasm. Her entire body vibrates, pussy grinding downwards, totally lost in the moment.
“Fuck yeah.” Eyes closed, mouth slack with desire, she’s determined to extract every ounce of sexual satisfaction. With superhuman self-control, Adam resists an overwhelming urge to ejaculate. Instead, turning Billie onto her back, he hooks her ankles over his shoulders and resumes fucking.
“Don’t you dare let it slip out,” she pleads, keen to come again. Their eyes meet and look down, enthralled at the sight of Adam’s thick cock relentlessly penetrating her sopping sex. For Billie, the intense pleasure is almost unendurable. She sobs in distress when all but the tip is withdrawn, then shudders with erotic overload as he thrusts all the way back in, chafing against her throbbing clit.
“Time you got a good seeing-to,” growls Adam, picking up the pace.
“Oh yes. I want it, fill me up.” Second orgasm inexorably peaking, Billie grabs Adam’s shoulders and wraps her ankles around his waist, determined they’ll climax together.
“Come on, you know you want to take it all.”
“Oh, I do, I do!”
“Tell me how much.”
“Please, fuck me hard,” demands Billie, “I want to feel you spurt.” Her internal muscles spasm, gripping him fiercely. Adam can’t hold back any longer. They orgasm simultaneously.
Carefully the two untangle themselves, Billie still quivering with excitement, Adam’s copious jizz seeping down her thighs. She mops them with the discarded knickers as, dazed and sated, the pair retrieve their clothes.
“Amazing,” says her husband breaking the silence, “whose wedding was that anyway?”
“No idea,” replies his wife. “The room key was on the table by the person sitting next to me.”
“What do you fancy for our next sexy adventure?” asks Adam.
“Something with a risk of being discovered,” replies Billie.
“Big place up the road has a garden party in their grounds next weekend,” says Adam thoughtfully. “We could gate-crash, grab a drink, then head into the woods behind the house.”
“A risky al fresco dalliance might work,” Billie agrees, already intrigued by the prospect.
“I can cut a switch to whip you.”
“Might have to tie me to the tree first.”
The incorrigible couple set to planning their next escapade.
