The day was winding down. The wedding had gone perfectly, as had the photos and the breakfast. Every part of the day had been sublime. Now, as the day wound down in anticipation of a big nights partying ahead, I found myself trying to be social and engaging in small talk with a couple I didn't really know.
Thankfully, my metaphorical bacon was saved by that truly gorgeous star of the show, when our blushing bride came up to us and, placing her hand on my arm, said "Do you mind if I borrow this one, Aunt Claire? I need his help with something."
"Of course dear." came the reply.
And without another word, I was lead upstairs by this truly sexy creature in white all the way to the bridal suite.
"Can you let me in?"
This was a request I was only too happy to oblige, pulling the key from my pocket and opening the door. As she practically flew through that open door, I decided not to wait for an invitation and quickly followed, closing the door behind me before moving forward to grab the slender waist of her petite physique and caress the neck hidden by her long blonde curls with my lips.
She wrapped her arm around my head to make me muzzle deeper into her neck, causing her let out a soft moan. Meanwhile my hand slipped from her waist down to rub at her pussy through her wedding dress, an action she was only too happy to assist with when her free hand joined it.