I was 18, going on 19, when my oldest brother was getting married. My parents had waited quite a while before they had me. Besides him, I have three more older brothers. Everyone said that I was an accident. There was only room for three men in his wedding party so I was left out with nothing better to do than watch and run errands. Just as well. I really didn't want to go through the whole process of a wedding if it wasn't going to be mine.
He was marrying a girl he had met while he was away at college doing graduate studies. She was very pretty; a knockout. I hoped that I could find a girl half as good as she looked when I went to college in a couple of weeks. They were all going to rehearsal that evening so I thought that I would tag along and watch the activities. I went with my parents because I didn't own a car of my own yet. I stayed in the background as everyone mingled and waited for the rehearsal to start. I was standing in a corner minding my own business when I heard my brother call me.
"Hey Dave, come here." I went over to where he and his bride- to- be were standing with a woman I had never seen before. She seemed to be as out of place as I felt. "Dave, this is Mrs. Fletcher, Debbie's mother. Mrs. Fletcher, this is our baby brother David." I hated when they referred to me as the baby brother. I was 18 and going to college. I'll be sixty and still be the baby brother to them. We smiled at each other and shook hands. She surprised me with a very firm grip. Most women usually hand you a dead fish when they shake. Mrs. Fletcher took my hand as if there was a purpose behind her grip. A teacher of mine had said that a firm handshake showed a person that knew what they wanted and would stop at nothing to get it.
Looking at Mrs. Fletcher, I saw where my brother's fiancΓ© got her good looks. Mrs. Fletcher was probably in her 50's but didn't show it at all. In her heals, she stood as tall as I, looking at me at eye level. She was wearing a white dress that had a halter style top, the kind that came up in the front and tied behind the neck. Her breasts filled the halter to capacity, the roundness of each tit apparent, along with her deep tan. The dress came down to just below her knee. It wasn't too snug, but it wasn't too loose. You could make out the shape of her body without it seeming to be obvious. She had deep green eyes. They sparkled when the light hit them just right. Her lips were large and full. She wore very little make up and no perfume. I could only smell a slight bit of baby powder in the air as she moved. Her hair was a light brown with a few strands a gray scattered throughout. She had it pinned up in back, hiding how long it really was. "Hello Mrs. Fletcher," I said politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Hello David. It's a pleasure to meet you too," she replied. Her voice was very sincere and very deep. She sounded sexy without even trying. She sounded a lot like that actress Brenda Vicaro.
"I've heard a lot about you from your brother. He always speaks highly of you. I couldn't wait to meet this special baby brother when I came out here for the wedding." Mrs. Fletcher had come from Florida to Connecticut alone to see her daughter get married. Mr. Fletcher had died a few years earlier. I doubted very much that she had come to meet the baby brother. The four of us made with the small talk for a few minutes and then my brother took them to meet some other people and left me alone. I couldn't help staring at Mrs. Fletcher.
I didn't know what it was but I felt very attracted to her. She seemed very confident of herself as she mingled with the wedding party. I couldn't put my finger on what it was that made her seem so special, so I decided that it was the whole package that made Mrs. Fletcher what she was. Once she caught me staring at her and she gave me a big smile. She waved her fingers at me without moving her arm up, as if she didn't want anyone else to see. She kept her arm at her side and wiggled her fingers. I smiled and gave her a similar wave back, not meaning anything by it. She tilted her head back and appeared to chuckle when I did this. She then looked at me again and winked. I was puzzled by what she did but forgot about it the next second. The rehearsal finally began and went smoothly.
When it was over, my parents were having a little party at our house and everyone was invited. I followed my parents back to our car, and just as we were about to leave, my brother flagged us down. He came over to the car and leaned inside. "Mrs. Fletcher has to go back to her hotel for something. She really isn't too sure on how to drive back to the hotel and then to your house. I was wondering if Dave could go with her so she doesn't get lost."
"Sure," my mom said. "Dave, go help Mrs. Fletcher, ok. We'll meet the two of you later at the house." I got out of the back seat and followed my brother. He pointed to where Mrs. Fletcher was waiting and left to get his car. I saw her standing with her daughter. I got to them just as my brother drove up. We all made some small talk again and then he left with his bride to be. Mrs. Fletcher and I were alone together for the first time. She smiled at me and said, "So I hear you know your way around here. Your brother says that he's leaving me in the best of hands."
"Well, I guess I know how to get us to the hotel and back safely. All we need is a car. Is that one yours," I asked, pointing at the closest car in the lot. "No, mine is over there," she replied, pointing to the farthest car in the lot. "Follow me." She took off quickly, leaving me quite a few steps behind her. The sun was in front of her shining brightly. It cut through the white dress like an x-ray. I could make out her long legs hiding beneath the dress. Her ass swung from side to side with the sound of her heals on the parking lot pavement keeping the beat. I ran to catch up and walk next to her. She looked at me and smiled as I reached her side.
"I asked for you special David. I wanted you to help me. I felt most comfortable with you more than anyone else here. I hope you don't mind?" I was shocked, embarrassed and honored, all at the same time.
"No. Not at all Mrs. Fletcher," I said. "I don't mind. I'm glad to help." As we walked to the car she dug into her purse and pulled out the car keys. "Would you mind driving David?" she asked. "I'm sort of tired from all of this running around."
She handed me the keys as I said, "Sure. No problem." As we reached the car she waited for me to open her door. As she put her left leg in and began to sit down, she dropped her purse on the ground next to her right foot. As I bent down to get it she kept her legs spread apart, the right leg staying where it was planted. I had to reach around it to get to the purse. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander.
Her skirt had pulled up high on her right leg. It was now almost to the middle of her thigh. She wasn't wearing any stockings due to the summer heat. Her calves were shaven smooth, the short soft hairs on her thigh shimmered in the sun. I could see far down her left leg, her inner thigh looking very smooth and tight. I knew that if I had leaned a little bit further I would be able to see her panties. I retrieved her purse and handed it to her. She said thank you and finally, slowly, lifted her right leg into the car. She straightened out her skirt, looked up at me and smiled as I closed the door. I could feel my cock start to harden as I made my way around the back of the car.
I slowed my walk and tried to adjust myself before I got in. I put my hand in my pocket and flipped my cock straight up. I looked down and could see that my bulge was visible. I pulled the shirt out of my pants to try to hide it. I felt my heart pounding inside of my chest. My breathing was heavy and labored. I took a few deep breaths and told myself to calm down. I finally reached the driver side door and got in. My dick was starting to go down in size but it left a wet spot where the hole at the tip of my cock had been. She smiled at me when I sat down and said, "That was a long walk around the car. Did you get lost or was it something else?"
I thought quickly and told her, "I was trying to think of the best way to your hotel Mrs. Fletcher. There are a few different ways to get there." She reached out and touched my hand. She held it firmly, just like her handshake. Her touch was warm, dare I say affectionate.