It wasn't something I had been looking forward to.
Ever since I had got the 'save the date' card through the post for Charlotte's wedding and written it on the calendar, it had been something more to do out of duty rather than something to enjoy.
Don't get me wrong, I love Charlotte and spending time with the family is always fun. It was just that this wedding was all the way down in Wales and it was an invite for just me, so Martin was going to have stay at home. I get it. £45 per head for a wedding dinner, they have never met him and they don't have much money, but I just wasn't looking forward to being on the singles table.
The ceremony was beautiful and as always, I cried at all the soppy bits. It wasn't until I got to the reception that things started to get interesting.
On my way in to the main room, I passed the seating plan and noted I was sat on Table 8 and on my way past Charlotte and her new hubby, she winked at me and said I could thank her later. Wondering what she was talking about, I began walking over to Table 8 and as I looked up, I caught his eye.
Oh my God, what had Charlotte done? Sat alone at the table, there he was, drinking his glass of champagne and looking around the room. Martin knows exactly my type and will often point out guys in a bar that he says would tick my boxes, but this guy was something else.
As I walked toward the table, my heart skipped as he stood up and held out his hand. I didn't catch his name as I was too busy stumbling over my words, making sure I didn't forget mine. In that moment a spark went through my whole body, a spark that I felt in my tits and whose heat spread deep in to my pussy. All I could hope was that I wasn't blushing too much.
As he poured me a drink, I let my eyes take in his physique under his shirt and waist coat. He was tall, much taller than me, even in my heels. He was athletic, but not too muscly. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his sleeve tattoos, the black ink adorning his dark skin. His black hair was swept back in to a well-kept knot. He had a cheeky smile that lit up his chocolate eyes and I was already dreaming of feeling his stubble brushing against my freshly waxed pussy.
Martin had teased me the night before that some guy better not get to lick my pussy before he did, but right now, that was exactly what I was hoping for. I had never done anything with someone I hadn't know for months, but it was like feeling his hand in mine had flipped a switch inside of me and I was powerless to turn it back off again.
As we chatted throughout dinner, his views on women and how cocky he was about himself should have made me hate him. I should have wanted to stand up and leave but somehow it just added to his attraction. Someone new. Someone dangerous and sexy. Someone who I knew would only want one thing from me and right now, I wanted that same thing. His black cock inside me, one way or another.
With the champagne and wine flowing, my confidence had never been higher. I had never really flirted with anyone but I was driven by an overwhelming urge to feel his cock, so I suggested we dance. As he held me close, I could feel his cock becoming harder, pushing against my body in my tight red dress. I'd always thought Martin's cock was OK but this was something else. I needed to know how it would feel taking someone as large as him in my tight pussy.
As the music continued, I stretched up in my heels to whisper in his ear, letting my hand head towards the bulge rubbing against my stomach. As he breathed in, my hand slipped inside his belt and within seconds my fingers were wrapped around by far the thickest cock I had ever felt in my life. Running my nail across his wet tip, I let my tongue brush his ear and told him to give me 15 mins to get ready for him, slipped my room key in to his hand and told him to meet me in my room.
The ride up in the lift was the most exciting and nervous I had ever been in my life. As I scrambled around in my bag to find my other key, I thought for the first time in hours about Martin at home. Hadn't he told me how much he wanted me to enjoy myself? Hadn't we talked about this for ages, the idea of him listening or watching me fuck another guy. Wasn't this my chance to have exactly what I wanted, while making Martin's fantasy come true?
As the hotel door closed behind me, I quickly checked myself in the wall length mirror. Even after 5 or 6 glasses of wine, I looked hot and my confidence was flowing. I unzipped my red dress and let it fall to the floor. Not wanting a line in my dress, I had decided to not wear any knickers and staring in the mirror, I could see how flushed my pussy was. I took off my bra to let my tits stand loose. I was hoping his tats meant he would be into my piercings.