You arrive at the wedding without a date. You are wearing a summer dress that is tastefully cut, stopping just above the knee with spaghetti straps. I am a groomsman who gets the good fortune to escort you to your seat. You immediately notice that I look good in a tuxedo. I appreciate how attractive you are and compliment you on your hair, voice, and smile. You are quickly taken with me and, despite your best efforts, you watch me much more frequently than you intend. During the ceremony you watch me. You get a small thrill when, as I first come out with the other groomsman, my eyes find your seat.
It seems that the first thing I planned to do once we came to the altar was find you. You spend your time paying attention to how I stand, smile, and perform my groomsman duties. You find yourself hoping I will look at you and you unconsciously fix your hair and dress so you look your best when I do. Our eyes meet several times during the ceremony and you can tell that your efforts to impress me are working. At one point you give me a small, discrete wave and my smile becomes larger than you have seen it all day. You get an even bigger thrill realizing that I am excited by you waving at me.
The reception is very frustrating for you since I have to eat with the wedding party. You can't see me or talk to me as you hoped. When you do see me my attention is occupied and you can't make eye contact. You become concerned since there are some other pretty ladies at the wedding and among the bridesmaids. Just when you begin to give up on seeing or talking to me I walk up behind the table where you are sitting. I place a drink down for you and ask you if I can have the first dance once the music starts. You agree with a genuine smile that makes my heart race. With a toss of your hair you say "Of course." I return to the wedding party table and we finish up the ceremonies: cake cutting, formal dances of wedding party, etc.
Your anticipation grows until at last, the dance floor is opened up to everyone. I make a straight line to you and hold out my hand. I dance every song with you out of fear of you not coming back. When we can't dance anymore we get drinks and get to know each other. I'm very happy to discover that I can make you laugh easily and you are happy to discover that you don't have to force any of the laughter. There is a definite chemistry building and, during a slow song, you slide your hands under my jacket and place them on my chest. My hands hold your hips and the small of your back, holding you close to me. We sway to the music and look into each other's eyes. You can feel my hands lifting your dress ever so slightly. You don't know if I mean to do it or not but you do know that you like it and you bite your lower lip in excitement. Your fingers clutch at my shirt a little.
I ask you if you would like to step outside. There is a covered patio running around the reception hall. You agree. Night has fallen and we walk around the edge of the patio. You lean against a post in a fairly secluded spot and look past me through a window. You watch people dance and laugh as I step up to you. You put your hands back under my coat and I place my hands on your hips, lower than before. We kiss for the first time. As we kiss your hands clutch the lapels of my jacket as though you want to make sure I don't back away. My hands slide up from your lower hips to your waist, pulling your dress along so it hikes up. You can feel the cool air on your exposed legs once the hem of your dress is almost to your upper thigh. You raise your left leg and wrap it around my right. My right arm slips down to hold your thigh in place and my hand touches your bare skin. You get very turned on as my fingertips find their way under your dress and creep up your thigh. You hold the back of my head, kissing me, until your feel my hand caress the curve of your ass and then my fingers start to trail along the edge of your panties. I moan when my fingertips touch the wetspot on your panties and you gasp from the realization that you have soaked through them. You wonder how long you have been this wet and then stop wondering when my fingers gently massage the wet spot.