A Friend's Wedding
April crashed out on the bed. It was late, she and Christian had been to a wedding, drinking all day, she was exhausted. She closed her eyes.
The wedding was one of Christian's old friends. It was an informal, but very trendy affair. After leaving the church at about 1pm everybody walked across the village green to the local pub - even the bride and groom. Champagne and canapés greeted you on arrival at the pub, jazz band playing in the background. Speeches were held in the beer garden, no formal seating arrangements, just people gathering round to listen. The day was then taken over with drinking and chatting as the jazz music continued.
The combination of the mellow music, good conversation and drink had April in a totally relaxed mood. This had been fairly easy to achieve as she was pleased with how she looked. She felt great, her hair had turned out nice, she wore a light, summer dress that fitted tightly to her petite frame, emphasising her thin waist, ample breasts and pert ass cheeks, giving off an obvious sexuality, yet the cream colour and simple flower pattern of her dress somehow counter balanced this with an impression of innocence, purity. What April wore underneath continued this theme (though no-one could see) soft and pure, but clearly sexual - cream stockings, their lace tops held by suspenders, these themselves fitted to a cream and lace, front fastening bustier that helped give the emphasis to the important parts of her petite and very female frame and finally the smallest of silk and lace briefs concealing her well trimmed, most secret part. Her cream, high heeled, elegant, pointed shoes (killer heels they had once been called by a man who expressed a desire to have her walk across his chest in them) gave tautness to her legs. April felt fantastic - a feeling fully deserved from her appearance.
As the afternoon wore on, more food and alcohol was consumed as April and Christian circulated among the many guests, some old friends, some faces to recall but not friends and other new acquaintances. The groom was a keen footballer and many of the men present were from his team. The conversation was good, very humorous and often suggestive - as football lads do, but not in a vulgar way, perhaps in acknowledgement of the nature of the occasion.
Around 7pm more speeches took place and hot food was served, but still very informal. This gave a welcome break to the continuous consumption of alcohol. After about an hour, as the darkness of the evening drew in, the food and tables were cleared, a band started and the guests turned to dancing. In the heady atmosphere of old and new songs, fond memories were evoked as April, Christian and many friends danced and drank into the evening. At times the music was fast and upbeat, at others, as if to give the guests (and the band) a rest, the pace slowed, allowing partners to come close and hold each other. Christian took many of these opportunities to grab April and pull her close to him, stroking the tops of her thighs and clenching her ass (April knew only too well what stockings and heels did to him!).
Christian was not as keen on dancing as April but did the best he could just to please her. There were occasions however when he would leave April on the dance floor, alone but among the other dancing guests, most of whom were female, while he went to the bar, to chat or catch some fresh air. It was during one of these occasions when Christian was at the bar getting fresh drinks and talking to some friends that April noticed a guy called Jeremy stood nearby at the edge of the dance floor. She thought he was watching her. April had seen him at many functions, had conversed with him politely on occasions and also knew of his wife. Jeremy was about 6ft, athletic and quite nice looking. He had a round, somewhat boyish face, short cropped spikey hair. April felt he was rather cute. She smiled at him as she danced. As the tempo of the music changed Jeremy edged on to the dance floor, close to her, touched her hand and asked if she would care to dance. The band had just struck up their version of Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight. April was unsure how to respond - she definitely wanted to dance but was a little wary of what the reaction of Christian and other guests might be to her dancing with Jeremy. She glanced over at the bar and could see Christian still talking to some friends, obviously deep in conversation and not coming back quickly. She couldn't see Jeremy's wife at all. The song was one of April's favourites and perhaps that, coupled with the volume of alcohol consumed made her respond positively to Jeremy's request.
The song was slow and Jeremy put his arms around her and pulled her close. As if sensing that he shouldn't get too intimate he immediately moved his arms and rested them gently on April's shoulders, his fingers just touching the back of the hair and neck. They chatted as they moved about the floor. April had her arms resting across his, from which she could feel they were strong. His tall frame meant she had to look up at him and it occurred to her that onlookers might think it the look of love struck teenager, but in fact the glaze in her eyes was probably due in equal part to drink, the atmosphere and, perhaps, a little lust she felt. It turned out Jeremy's wife had gone home, a little worse for wear but he had stayed on, not yet ready to crash out. As they moved slowly to the music April decided all the others were also in a state of intoxication and probably weren't taking any notice.
As they danced Jeremy's hands dropped off her shoulders, meaning hers also dropped, settling on his waist, his settling on her own tiny waist. Perhaps deliberately, perhaps by accident, Jeremy's hands slipped lower as they moved to the music, the tips of his fingers touching the thin material of April's dress at the top her thighs. April knew he had felt her suspenders and stocking tops, perhaps she ought to reprimand him but somehow April didn't care, she was now deep in the music and the mood. Jeremy's hands gently slid across her thighs, to her rear, resting for a second or two on her ass. He must've sensed her partial bareness, feeling nothing but the lace edge of her tiny briefs under the silk of her dress, before finally returning to her tiny waist. Jeremy began to tell April how wonderful she looked, how he had always thought so, how the song was meant for her tonight and how it was he who had asked the band to play it in the hope of experiencing her close to him. Whether it was the words he spoke, the slightness of his touch, the effect of the alcohol, the music, the fact that she had always found him attractive, or some combination of all of these April didn't know but she felt her own hands slide off Jeremy's waist, to his ass, which she squeezed firmly before moving them back again.
As a result of April's squeeze Jeremy now got a little bolder and pressed his lower body closely against hers, putting his hands on her ass and pulling her closer to him. April could feel his manhood pressing against her, pressing through her dress, through her panties, just at the height of that private place that lay between the top of her thighs. April could feel he was almost bursting out of the confines of his trousers. Jeremy was clearly aroused. Aroused by her, by the effect she was having on him, by the sight of her, by the touch of her and by the thought that the touch and the sight perhaps may become much closer, more intimate. April found the desire she had created in him intoxicating. She ever so slightly pushed her pelvis forward toward him and then drew away again, the movement slight but the suggestion perfectly clear. She was also aroused. Almost certainly as a result of her actions Jeremy leaned forward, kissed April's neck and, as he lifted his head passed her ear, whispered gently that perhaps they could find somewhere more private, outside, he knew such a place.
April knew she was unable to hold back. She glanced over to the bar to see Christian still there, deep in conversation, oblivious to the band playing her song in the background and what was going on. April loved Christian dearly and would never hurt him, but he had left her alone too long this evening. She was in the mood for some intimate, male attention. He had stayed at the bar a little too long and her mood had developed into the thought of experiencing another, entirely new male. April had experienced a small number of men before she met, fell in love and married Christian, but she could still count them on her fingers. A new man was an experience she hadn't had in many years of happy marriage. Somehow tonight she felt she needed that experience again. She wanted a release, a release that was purely physical, entirely new, no emotion involved, simply opposite genders uncontrollably attracted to each other, both lost in the moment, a release that, once over, would be totally forgotten, her love for Christian totally undiminished.
