...at the wedding dinner,
The speeches were well delivered and quite pleasant and various witty anecdotes were shared, however all of this seemed to flow over me as I sat in the warm glow of a recent orgasm delivered by the very talented mouth of my young married beauty. Hard to focus when this had just happened under the bench moments earlier.
Slowly my thoughts began to reform as the evening progressed, and so did my libido. I wanted more of this angelic butterfly who had captivated me from the first moment.
My sporran jingled, my cell phone delivering a message, "up for more? Meet me..."
I look up just as she slips out the door at the end of the hall, I hastily excuse myself, exiting out the same door moments later. I catch a glimpse of her sliding through yet another side door, I follow, my kilt fabric making a swishing noise as the door closes behind me, I'm in a dark stairwell beside the hall, she is behind the door, cheeky grin on her face, a glint in her eye.
I turn and scoop her up in my arms, our lips meet. (I imagine the faint taste of my cum) as our mouths meet. Our first proper kiss. Our lips warm and embracing, tongues darting, tasting. She feels light as a feather in my arms. I lift her to feel her close, her breasts pressing hard against my chest, my heart beating rapidly to match hers. The smell of her perfume intoxicating me.
I realize that having an oversize ornate handbag between us is causing some discomfort, I begin to fumble to slide it aside.
"Not here." she whispers.
