I was standing in line for a drink at one of those classy, expensive weddings. You know the kind -- the ones held outdoors in the gardens of expensive estates.
"You look bored," said a voice.
I turned around from the bar and saw a young woman -- more a girl, really -- standing behind me.
"I don't know that I'd say I'm
bored,
" I responded. "I'm just not all that familiar with any of the guests."
"Are you crashing the wedding, then?"
I smiled at her and held out my hand.
"No, I'm an invited guest. I'm Renny," I told her.
"RenΓ©?"
"No, Renny. R-E-N-N-Y."
"That's an unusual name," she responded. "I'm Grace."
Laughing, I said, "I'm an unusual guy! Pleased to meet you, Grace." I held out my arm and she took it. We chatted amiably as we began walking, but I haven't the foggiest about what; I was too busy checking her out to recall.
She appeared to be somewhere between 'too-young' and
maybe
20 or 21. The girl had long straight brown hair that hung in a glistening cascade to the middle of her back and ending in a "Madonna" cut. Grace's doeish-brown eyes were appropriately outlined in just enough makeup to draw attention to them without being garish, a sensuous mouth had a natural colored lip-gloss and her regal jaw-line completed her good looks.
Her dress was both stylish and expensive, but the high neckline did little more for her than show off the beautiful string of pearls around her neck. She wore sensible shoes with wide heels rather than the stilettos that other women were wearing, forcing them to stay on the pathways lest they break one off.
"Thank you... OH!" she cried, stopping us halfway between the tables and the bar. Everyone was heading into the tent for our luncheon. "I was so taken with you that I forgot to get a drink for myself!"
"Oh, was that a line!" I joked. She didn't respond to my jest, though. I didn't mind. I was happy to have someone on my arm that was probably 1/3rd my age and as good-looking as she was.
We walked back to the bar and she ordered a rum and Coke. The bartender didn't even bat an eye, but served her quickly, wanting to close up his station. I put a five in his tip jar and he smiled knowingly.
"We should get back," I said, "Everyone is already in the dinner tent. Grace turned and sipped at her drink, surveying the gardens; no one about except catering staff.
"Are you horny?" she asked me, point-blank.
"Am I what?" I sputtered, chuckling.
"Horny. You know... do you want to fuck?"
"You?"
"Do you see anyone else?"
I smiled, then leered. "Sure," I said, calling her bluff. "Where?"
"I happen to know that the motor home for the bride and groom is open."
"
Really?
"
She smiled like the bird that ate the canary and practically pulled me out to the parking lot. We were running like a couple school-children, dashing up to the motor home door, both of us panting. Once inside, she turned and almost leapt into my arms, kissing me hard. I ran my hands down the back of her dress until I got to the hem and pulled it up slightly.
She was wearing stockings and a garter!
This happened to be a particular fetish of mine.
"Won't your family miss you back in there?"
"Nope," she told me. "I crashed the wedding!"
I gasped at her admission, but laughed. "How did you know the motor home was unlocked?"
"I stole the key!" she admitted. "Won't your wife miss you?"
"No. I'm divorced. And I only know two people in there."
"Good. Let's go inside and fuck."
"Hey," I said as she opened the door and pulled me inside, "How old are you?"
"Old enough!" she said, turning and pointing to her zipper.
I pulled it down and she let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of it and gently picked it up, hanging it.
She wasn't wearing a bra and didn't really need one. She was probably an A cup,
maybe
a B, her tits being two small, but beautiful, round, swells on her chest and were topped by quarter-sized light-pink nipples that stuck out like erasers. I couldn't wait to get my mouth on them!
She wore white, lacy panties with matching garter, holding up tan stockings that made her legs look longer than they really were, since she stood maybe all of 5 feet tall.
"You're stunning," I told her.
"Thank you," she said, doing a slow pirouette. My cock immediately got hard. She had a