The Wedding
I got a wedding invitation from a girl I work with and it was my first lesbian wedding. I don't know what I was expecting, but it turned out to be pretty much like any other wedding I'd ever been to, just with two brides.
The reception at the country club was also pretty typical. Though, my husband had to leave early since he was oncall; he's a doctor. He'd tried to get someone to cover for him for the evening, but at the last minute, they had bailed on him. He apologized profusely when he had to leave, but I told him I'd be fine and I'd get an Uber ride home.
Having had one too many glasses of champagne, I found myself on the dance floor by myself. I'm usually fairly shy, but the wine overcame my inhibitions and I had decided to get up and dance, even if it was by myself; I really love dancing. The DJ was playing one of those never ending dance songs with a really good beat and that seems to go on forever. I eventually found myself dancing with a gorgeous redhead. Just where she came from, I had no clue, but we were both enjoying ourselves immensely when the DJ suddenly transitioned to a slow song.
My first inclination was to head back to my table for another glass of wine and I was just about to do so, when the redhead stepped up and put her arms around me and we both started swaying to the music.
"You're a really good dancer," she whispered into my ear, having pulled me very close to her. I felt her breasts pressing against mine and it sent a shiver through me.
"So are you. I really love dancing," I responded.
"I'm Beth, by the way," she said softly, then pulled me even closer till we were dancing cheek to cheek, like lovers might do.
"Joan," was all I said.
I felt the warmth and softness of her cheek against mine as we moved very slowly over the floor. So unlike when I dance with my husband whose cheek always feels a bit like sandpaper. I took in her fragrance, a delicate scent hinting of jasmine. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. The warmth and closeness of her body had me trembling slightly. We were so close that her thigh was pressing between my legs and rubbing against my mound rhythmically as we slowly moved with the music. This sent little jolts of electricity through my tummy, making me tingle all over. That's when I felt moisture between my legs.
My heart was beating rapidly. I was acutely aware of her warm breath on my neck. Her hands on my back drifted lower, resting on my hips, pulling me even tighter into her body. My head felt all floaty and not just from the wine. I moaned. I felt her lips brush my neck just below my ear. My earlobe was gently sucked into her moist lips and a warm tongue probed my ear. I shuddered all over in response. It was such an immense turn on and I was loving every second of it.
"You like that," she whispered, not so much a question, as a statement.
"I do," I whispered back. As I spoke, I realized her hand was squeezing my ass cheek just as the music stopped and the DJ announced it was time for his break.
"Want to join me for a drink?" Beth asked before letting me go.
"Oh... ahh... yes, I'd love to," I replied breathlessly.
She held my hand and led me to her table. My heart was racing. I had butterflies in my tummy and I felt a little giddy.
"What would you like?" She asked me.
"Just a glass of wine, white if they have it," I said, feeling a bit confused about how I was feeling at that moment.
As I waited for her to return from the bar with our drinks, I tried to take stock of my emotions, and of just what I was feeling. Clearly, there was an attraction. My moist panties attested to that. You're a married woman, I thought to myself. But, I couldn't help it, I was clearly infatuated with her.
Beth was drop dead gorgeous. Taller than me by a few inches and with a voluptuous figure. She obviously spent time at the gym. Her heather green silk dress complimented her stunning auburn hair. The dress clung to her body almost as if painted on. As I watched her standing at the bar waiting for the bartender, it was clear to me that she wore no underwear; there were no panty lines under her dress. And, I couldn't help but notice that her ass was to die for. I only wished my own ass was so shapely.
As for my emotions, I was a bit stunned at how I was reacting to her. Thinking of how it felt dancing with her, being embraced by her, it filled me with a yearning that I hadn't felt in a long time. My heart fluttered as I pondered just how wonderful her body had felt next to mine. Then, I was plucked from my reverie by her voice.
"Here you go Joan, a nice Chardonnay," Beth said, placing a glass of wine in front of me.
As she spoke, she sat down next to me, shifting her chair as close to mine as it would go. So close, our legs were touching, of which I was acutely aware.
I took a sip of my wine.
"Mmmm, that is nice," I said. "Cheers." I clinked my glass on hers.
"Forgive me, but there's something I just have to do," she said, as she leaned toward me.
Before I knew what was happening, her lips found mine and her hand was on the back of my neck pulling my head to hers as she kissed my tenderly. Her tongue ran across the crease of my lips and then pressed in. I parted my lips slightly as an invitation.
Our tongues met, danced, and explored. Our breath mingled and a jolt of electric excitement raced through me. I moaned into her mouth. She did likewise. I felt her hand cupping my breast even though we were in a room full of strangers. The lights were low, so I hoped no one noticed.
Our lips parted.
"Oh my," was all I could manage.
"I'm sorry, I should leave... I don't know what came over me..." she said as she started to get up and leave.
"No," I said and grabbed her arm to keep her from getting up. I pulled her to me and kissed her even more passionately with my arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. I didn't care who might be watching. Our tongues resumed swirling and dueling in each other's mouths. We both moaned from the pleasure and excitement of such an intimate kiss. When we broke off, Beth suggested we go outside for a walk.
She took my hand and pulled me up from my chair. We walked across the dance floor hand in hand to french doors that opened onto a balcony. Once outside, she led me to stairs going down to ground level and an asphalt walking path that wound its way into a wooded area behind the clubhouse.
We hurried along the path until she pulled me off onto a dirt trail, likely created by deer and which entered a thicket of mountain laurel. We both simultaneously removed our heels then followed the narrow path. Once in the thicket, it was as if the rest of the world had disappeared.
Beth pushed me up against the trunk of an ancient hemlock and pressed her lips passionately against mine once more. I closed my eyes and felt a wave of burning desire coursing through my body. My pussy was tingling as Beth's thigh pressed between my legs. My mind was racing, conflicted, wanting her, knowing it was wrong, even though it felt so right.
I felt my dress being lifted, felt cool air on my tummy and warm fingers pressing against the soft flesh of my mound as her fingers slipped under my panties. I shuddered.
"My god you're wet, girl," Beth told me.
My knees threatened to buckle when her fingertips located my clitoris. I squealed.
"Shhh girl," she warned.
Her lips were on my neck, her tongue was making little circles in the hollow at the base. I shivered with delight. Goosebumps formed all over me. I wrapped my arms around her head as my hips rocked back and forth on her fingers; fingers slippery from my secretions, fingers making me wild with desire.
Beth suddenly knelt and my panties were pulled aside, then her warm tongue replaced her fingers on my clit. Her wet appendage flicked over my sensitive flesh as she sucked it between her lips. I squealed with delight. I cried out as I felt Beth's fingers push up inside my vagina. They curled inside me, rubbing my slippery vaginal walls, seeking that special spot of ultimate pleasure and release.
"Not so loud, we'll get caught for sure," she warned.
Beth continued stroking my burning cunt, I felt her rubbing me inside; her fingers sending waves of bliss through my body. When she found my g spot, my body shook uncontrollably as my orgasm overtook me. I started to slide down the tree trunk, but Beth held me up. I felt warm juice running down my thighs while my pussy continued to spasm and clench on Beth's fingers, still inside me, and starting to thrust rapidly in and out of me.
"Oh fuck yes Beth!" I shouted as she unrelentingly gave me pleasure.
Eventually I told her 'enough' and I pulled her fingers from my quivering body.
"Oh god Beth, that was so good. I've never done that with a woman before. It was beautiful," I said.
"Oh my... I thought you were..."
"No, but I am now," I told her. "But there's something else I need to experience... your pussy," I said.
"Ouuu, be my guest, honey," she told me. She kissed me again and I tasted myself on her lips. She offered her drenched fingers for me to taste. We shared my juices, licking her fingers clean, together.
"Ummm, yummy," she said. "Alright, Joan, are you sure you want to do this?"
In answer, I pushed her up against the tree and emulated what she had done to me. I knelt and lifted up her dress. As I suspected, she wore no panties. Her pussy was beautiful. Her mound was shaved smooth. Her labia were like large pink wrinkled leaves. As I leaned in closer, I took in her musky aroma. It was so exhilarating to experience the scent of a woman's most intimate parts for the first time. My level of excitement went through the roof.
I felt her hands on my head pulling me closer and guiding me to where her need required my attention. My tongue snaked from my mouth and split Beth's pink curtains. The taste was heavenly; sweet, and a little salty. I pushed my tongue inside Beth's vagina and retrieved more of her delicious juice as it seeped from her. I lapped at her warm fragrant vagina voraciously. I slowly moved higher until I reached the fleshy hood hiding her clitoris. My fingers gently pushed it back, exposing her cute little pink button.
I paused, then attacked it lovingly with my tongue. Beth squealed and quickly clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle her cries of bliss. As my tongue flicked wildly over her clit, I explored her slippery wet cleft with my fingers. I buried two fingers in her very tight vagina, then curled them up and rubbed her g-spot just as she had done for me. She quivered in response. As I began pumping my fingers in and out of her, her hips rocked in rhythm with me.
My tongue ravished her clitoris and she climaxed, just as I had, in a matter of minutes. I kept my fingers fucking her wet pussy and lapping at her clit with my tongue. Her pussy muscles spasmed and clenched my fingers buried deep inside her body.
I think Beth had several orgasms in a row, but it was hard to tell. She kept up a continuous whimpering/squealing/mewling sound as her body thrashed and writhed up against the tree. I feared her silk dress was getting ruined by the rough bark of the tree, but she kept begging for more.
"God, Joan, don't stop... oh fuck... yes, like that just like that oh fuck... fuck me baby... harder harder hurt me baby..." She begged.
Finally, she pushed me away and collapsed on the grass at the base of the tree.
