We reached the room and started to strip out of wedding clothes. I watched as my neighbor slipped out of her dress. She undid the barrettes out of her hair and looked at me with that sultry look.
"I need your arms around me, Sir," she whispered.
I slipped over and we fell to the bed before my arms were around her. I started kissing around her face and neck while she reached down and started to caress my cock with her hands. We started making out like younger folks devouring each other. I could feel her chest pressing against me as my hands went straight to her ass and squeezed.
It was pure, deep, passionate love making. It was the kind of love making a new bride and groom would be making once they made it to their honeymoon room except my neighbor and I didn't get married. We just finished watching my business partner and his bride get married at the small chapel down the street from the hotel. As much as the wedding brought back memories for both of us from our marriages, it was still a wedding. Weddings seem to be like a natural aphrodisiac of course.
Her lips were kissing everywhere on me that she could before she felt me slide inside of her. I held her against me before she sat up and started riding me. I loved seeing her smiling face looking down on me while she rode me. My hands went to her slender hips to support her.