People flooded into the resort the next day to attend the wedding proper, including a plethora of handsome guys and beautiful women, but Stacy and I only had eyes for each other. I'm glad she saw something in me because it wasn't hard for me to see something in her, to choose her over all the other girls that showed up.
The first time I saw her that day was when the wedding party convened for photos, the groomsmen and the bridesmaids coming together, everyone ready for the getdown and looking their best. The bridesmaids were in ivory, their dresses silky, low necklines held up by spaghetti straps, fabric pooling in waves over their cleavage. When I saw Stacy wearing that, the dress hugging her slim athletic body, her hair piled up behind her head, two perfectly placed strands hanging either side of her face...I'd have chosen her over anyone else in the world.
The ceremony was beautiful, deeply moving, a heartfelt celebration of love and-
Sorry, nobody's here for that. Moving on.
At cocktail hour, Stacy and I were joined at the hip, enough so that we were twice mistaken for a couple. And after dinner, when the dance floor kicked off, we tore it up together. She was an enthusiastic dancer, having the time of her life, hopping back and forth on bare feet, her heels quickly abandoned. A few guys managed to elbow their way between us but she subtly rebutted each one, quickly giving them the slip and returning to me.
Around ten o'clock, when all the older family had disappeared for the night, and some of the younger guests had hopped on the early shuttle heading back to the hotels, I leaned into Stacy between songs and said:
"You wanna get out of here?"
She looked at me, smiled, starry-eyed, and nodded. We grabbed our things and absconded from the party.
We hurried up the path toward the cabins, holding hands, on a high, talking and laughing. We reached my cabin, rushed in. I closed the door behind us and she was on me, kissing me, pushing me against the wall. I put my hands on her waist and lifted her briefly off the ground. She giggled, her legs kicking, and I put her back down.
She stepped back from me, her hands going up behind her head, her eyes locked on me. I leaned back against the wall, watching her.
First her hair came undone, tumbling down over her shoulders, thick and dark, wavy from being held up and sprayed into shape all day. Then she pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, bent her arms behind her back and unzipped her dress, and it fell down her torso into a bunch at her waist.
A strapless silver bra was holding up her tits. She undid it, tossed it onto the table, and her boobs fell free. She shoved her shoulders back confidently, baring them to me, lifting them up her chest. I had a brief moment to look at them, c-cups, perfectly round, the nipples pale. Then she put her hands on the fabric gathered around her waist and pushed it down over her hips, and it fell in a heap around her ankles. Her panties were a silver that matched the bra. She pulled those down too, stepped out of everything.
She put her hands on her waist, cocked a hip, looked at me.
It was my first time seeing her fully naked, and I was in awe. Her body was lean, gorgeous, supple. Not overly muscular but powerful, with the legs of a volleyball player and the torso of a swimsuit model.
"Now you," she said.
I kicked out of my shoes, then loosened my tie, untucked my shirt, and pulled both off over my head. Her eyes lingered on my torso as I threw everything aside. Then I undid my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, pulled them and my briefs down my legs and stepped out of them.
I stood up straight, completely naked now too, trying not to cross my arms, wanting to come across completely comfortable. She started moving toward me, her eyes down on my cock, and I moved toward her and embraced her, feeling her bare skin press up against me, her breasts pressing against my chest, my penis brushing against her leg.
We started making out. I moved my hands down to her ass, grabbed palmfuls of both cheeks, lifted them up. One of her hands went to my cock and started tugging on it, and we stood here for a minute, kissing and caressing each other.
Then I felt her lips pull away, and I looked into her eyes as her face dropped away from me, her lowering herself to her knees in front of me. She held my cock in front of her face, tugging it, watching it grow hard in her hand, then held it to the side and kissed slowly up its length, from the base to the tip. She repeated this on the other side, and I swelled fully erect. I gathered her hair up in my hands and held it behind her head, and she looked up at me, her pale blue eyes full and round. Then she closed them, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around my cock.
She started blowing me, slowly, her lips pillowy and soft, running over the crest of my head, getting about a third of the way down my shaft before pulling back. Her hands came up and wrapped around the lower part of my shaft, and began gently twisting in opposite directions as her mouth pushed on and off. It was slow, sensual, and felt amazing, a wonderful appetizer. I looked from her face down her lean body, imagining everything I was about to do to it.
After a couple minutes, I gently removed my cock from her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her breathing slightly heavier.
"Stand up," I said.
She did, and I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her, pushed her back up against the wall. I put my left hand around her throat, my palm applying slight pressure across the front, my thumb and fingers gently squeezing the sides.
"Is that pressure okay?" I asked.
She nodded, her mouth open, her eyes wide.
I pushed my other hand between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly and I moved my hand up over her vulva, running my fingers in a quick circle over her clit, and then, not wasting any time, putting a finger up inside her pussy. She gasped. She was already wet, so as I held her throat firmly with my other hand, I started fingering her quickly, pumping it into her pussy down to the knuckle.
Her hands flew back against the wall, pressing against it. Her body heaved and twisted between my two hands, her head and butt secured to the wall but her breasts pushing out, her lower back arching away.
I curled my finger up, clamped the bend of my hand around the upper ridge of her pussy and her clit, and began moving my whole hand in tiny, rapid circles.
"Holy shitttt," she said, her teeth clenching and then releasing, her mouth hanging open, her eyebrows pushing up her forehead.
I kept this going for at least a couple minutes, her pussy getting wetter and wetter, now squelching with each movement of my hand. Her eyes sought out mine and I stared into them, projecting total confidence and control, conveying wordlessly that I wouldn't stop blasting her pussy until she came.
Lo and behold...
"I'm gonna come," she whined. "I'm gonna come so hard."
My fingers pressed slightly harder into the sides of her neck.
"Come for me," I said. "I want you to squirt for me."
She nodded, and then her eyes closed, her back arched out further from the wall, her body froze...and then she screamed and she came, her arms and legs shaking violently, and I kept my fingers up in her but lowered my palm off her vulva and she squirted, a long stream down over my wrist and across the floor. Her body continued to shake and I kept pumping my fingers into her pussy and another stream pulsed out of her. Her scream turned to a high-pitched moan and then a low moan, her shaking subsided, and I let go of her neck and pulled my fingers out of her pussy and she dropped, fell fully down to her knees, then collapsed sideways onto her butt.
I stepped away, breathing heavily, as her hands went to her face, her entire body flushed. She moaned into them, then laughed raggedly.
When I'd regained my breath, I reached down, took her by the forearms, and lifted her to her feet. She wobbled, then looked up into my eyes, her face full of wonder.
"Break time's over," I said. "Get up that ladder and get in bed."
She stumbled toward the ladder leading to the loft area, started climbing up, and I playfully smacked her butt. She gasped and climbed faster, then I followed. The mattress lay directly on the floor, no boxspring or bed frame, and she threw herself across it, rolling onto her back.
