Chapter 6: Wendy
I was at a late Saturday afternoon wedding with my son Mike because Jason, a good friend of his, was the groom. Jason and the groomsmen were also the only other persons I expected I would know. Jason was a good stand-up kind of guy and a fairly famous photographer. He and Mike had known each other since they were college roommates.
The ceremony was like all ceremonies except that the maids of honor all wore green, tight, silky, sexy dresses that would not need to be hidden away from children after the wedding. Most of the maids of honor had red or auburn hair so they all looked fantastic in them including a red headed woman about my age.
She was, in a word, spectacular. The other sweet young girls in the group paled in her presence. She was taller, full of dangerous curves, with a smile that lit up the room. She was not beautiful by conventional views. She was better than that, she was striking. Her face was covered with freckles, which made her big green eyes seem to shine with their own light. From thirty feet away I could see she had the most kissable lips I had ever seen.
Somehow she sensed that someone was eyeing her like a wolf eyes a lamb and began to scan the audience. I quickly took my eyes off her and looked at my program. I searched the names of the bridesmaids for a clue but none of the six names listed seemed to be a fit. All six were MacDuff's, family of the bride.
After I thought more than enough time had elapsed for her to return to whatever maids of honor were supposed to do I looked up and saw her quickly averting her eyes away from me. I quickly looked away too and after I managed to get the hairs on the back of my neck to relax I watched my son as he escorted the grooms mother to her place.
Soon after that the best man escorted the bride's mother to her place, a redhead that was a taller, possibly younger version of the woman that was the object of my lust but with fewer freckles. The program identified her as Maureen MacDuff.
An adorable redheaded little girl, (Samantha), marched down the aisle and scattered flower petals as she walked.
After a small delay Mendelssohn's march filled the chapel as the bride, (Margaret), who looked like a miniature version her mother, made her entrance. Most eyes stayed on her and she did look gorgeous, but my eyes went to The Woman.
She seemed to be very proud of the bride, a tear had to be quickly wiped away. Her eyes stayed on the ceremony until Jason kissed his bride with such ardor it made the ladies giggle.
She looked out at the guests and her eyes briefly locked on mine. I smiled at her with a nod as the hair on the back of my neck rose again. She smiled at me with a nod, but her face told me that she was perhaps trying in vain to remember who I was.
The procession out began and she quickly joined the parade. We exchanged glances and smiles as she went past me. The rest of us waited until the dignitaries were escorted out then we milled around for a while.
The reception was going to be in my hotel banquet room and many of the wedding guests were staying there too. My son and I were sharing a room.
He had the interminable wedding photos to go through and told me to go on, that he had a ride.
His ride was with a short, freckled faced, auburn haired cutie with a great smile for my son, but a shy, somewhat nervous smile for me.
My son was beaming, exceptionally proud to be with her.
She was one of the maids of honor and resembled the bride in many ways, a sister perhaps. Mike had escorted her to the altar before returning with Jason's mother.
The young girl and I had an idea who the other was but had not been formally introduced.
Before that could be accomplished she was called for photos in the chapel.
I took the opportunity to remark to Mike, "Son, you need to tell me where you will want your rehearsal dinner. I thank God that the father of the groom only has to pay for that."
"What? No Dad, we are just good friends. We haven't gone out together or anything."
"Why not? Oh, that's right. You are a coward just like your father. Genetic I guess."
"No one is as big a coward as you. The principal at my school wets her panties every time you come over to my classroom with your wild creatures from the shop and all you do is smile politely.
It would be politically very helpful to me if my father made an effort to come on to my boss."
"OK, here is the deal. You ask that sweet young thing to go out with you and I will give your boss the opportunity to seduce me."
"Where would I take her? The gang goes to clubs to dance but she seldom joins us."
"The last thing you want around you is the usual gang. Take her to the boardwalk in Galveston, take her on some rides, and hold her hand if she looks nervous and I guarantee she will look nervous just so you will hold her hand. Take her to dinner there. Win her a teddy bear. And always hold her hand."
My son gave me one of my favorite looks; the one that says his father is making perfectly good sense.
"Oh, one more thing", I added. "At the reception later make sure you sit next to her and do not hesitate to ask her for the very first dance. Do not give another guy a window of opportunity. If her hand accidentally touches yours at any time hold it until she decides you can't. I am sure she will never stop you from holding her hand."
Someone called him and he patted my shoulder as he ran back into the chapel. I loved those times when he was as proud of me as I always was of him.
It was early evening when I got back to the hotel and found my way to the reception room. As usual the food was ready but we had to wait for the wedding party. The bar was open and that was the important thing. Mingling and visiting with people I did not know was very difficult for me. My courage came from Crown Royal.
I had just finished my first drink when some members of the wedding party started to drift in. I had saved two chairs at my table and waved at my son when I saw him.
He pointed to my table as he talked to the love of his life that he still he did not realize was right in front of him. I was hoping my comments had nudged him closer to awareness.
She came over to join me as my son headed to the bar. He had not introduced us yet so I presented myself to her.
She was very nervous about meeting me, it was apparently very important to her to make a good impression. She already had.
This was the girl for him. Her name was Karen. She was a teacher at his school.
My smile apparently told her she would never have a problem with me.
Her smile said thank you.
She obviously understood the predicament she was in even if my son did not.
Mike came to our table with drinks for each of us just as the bride and groom made their entrance. Finally we could eat.
As I wondered if I had ever eaten beef stroganoff other than at wedding receptions my mind went back to The Woman and scanned the room for her. She was not there.
My son made me proud when as soon as the DJ invited the wedding party to the dance floor he took Karen's hand and joined in. They were beaming at each other helplessly.
"Why is it that the ones in love are the last to know? I wondered. "Maybe it's just the guys that don't have a clue."
I decided they would likely make more progress without me around so I left the table and headed for the bar. There was a considerable line by then and by the time I got my drink there was a full fledge party going on. I found a mostly clear spot by a wall and I settled into my people watcher mode. I noted that Mike and Karen had not released each other's hands since the first dance.
Suddenly there she was, The Redheaded Woman, right in front of me. She handed me a fresh drink as she nodded with a mischievous smile then turned her back to me and joined me in my perusals.
I was stunned. She had changed dresses and was now wearing a silky black dress that hugged all of her.
I inhaled her; she was all Woman in bold face type. Curves in front, curves in back, curves at her sides, and a mane of deep red hair. I felt like a cartoon character with my jaw on the floor, my eyes bulging out and smoke coming out of my ears.
My meltdown was halted by the ominous strains at the start of Michael Jackson's Thriller. Every one on the dance floor cleared out as the wedding party assumed their positions. I strained to find my son on the dance floor, saw Karen first and as I had hoped saw that my son was next to her. They were very reluctantly releasing each other's hand.
He had rehearsed the dance constantly; the groom best man, and the rest of the ushers were often at my house to rehearse since I had the largest uncarpeted living room they knew of. They did it so often that I had joined in and I could do it too, although a little stiffly.
I briefly wondered why The Woman was not part of the dance routine. I thought that question would be a good conversation starter later.
My attention was quickly brought back to my small space, the dancers came close to our area and the people in front had to back-up a little.
The Woman was already so close to me that any move she made brought her body in contact with mine.
She did not need to move back for the dancers but she did anyway and fully pressed the back of her body to me.
My erection was instant and my thin dress slacks did little to contain it, my cock was soon traveling up the woman's inner thigh.
The dancers moved away and the crowd spread out some but The Woman did not move even as my cock created a small crease for itself right under her crotch.
A few moments later she shifted backwards, even closer to me. She moved her ass in an apparent attempt to accommodate my cock as it pressed into her. I put my free hand on her hip. Soon one of her hands went behind her, grabbed my cock and shifted its position to where she wanted it. Without releasing my dick she pressed her body to mine and imperceptibly rubbed herself on my cock.
I knew I would not be able to keep from ejaculating in my shorts for long but then I got a reprieve, the dance ended to thunderous applause.
As a waiter was walking by The Woman took the opportunity to place my still full drink and her empty glass on the tray. Reaching back and taking both of my hands into hers she led us to the nearest exit and the elevator. We kissed passionately as we rode up.
We exited the elevator on the floor above mine and I quickly followed her to her room. As I was closing the door she was flicking off her shoes and I watched as she opened a neck clasp and unzipped her dress, which slithered down her body revealing an amazing Aphrodite of a woman, naked.
The dress had been the only garment she wore.
I was again reduced to a cartoon character, but this one recovered quickly and his legs had turned to fast spinning wheels moving towards her.
