They met at her father's wedding.
Ann was dressed in white silk. White silk camisole, panties, socks even. The soft silk caressed her as she walked into the registry office. Her erect nipples felt every step and protruded out of the dress so while many in the congregation had their eyes on the bride, over half were centred on her chest. The tiara shone ineffectively and the bride stared at Ann trying to extinguish her power.
There was one man in the audience whose eyes never stopped looking at her. Her dad's school friend Jack. Jack and Ann's dad Bill had lost touch over the years but with the break-up of Jack's marriage he had started to re-link with old friends but he had never seen Ann before. When he had been round the house, Ann had been at her mum's or at university. The photos Bill had up were old, Ann with a dog, the face half covered. Ann rolling about aged 10. Nothing had prepared him for what he would feel when she walked in the door that day.
'Control yourself' he thought, 'she must have a boyfriend and anyway, you're 48, she's, what 20?' But his eyes stayed fixed on her as she sat one seat from the overshadowed couple. He scanned her hair, black, long and then traced her body down as far as he could. Where her hair parted slightly he saw the top of the dress had a small arc where her white skin could be seen. Softer than the silk it looked. Cleaner than ceramic, purer than white china. A zip was in the middle of the arc that led to paradise.
The ceremony took its course. Vows were made, Ann smiled, held flowers, walked in and out and finally, turned towards him. Their eyes locked. Perhaps it was Jack's stare that did it or perhaps, perhaps she had found him attractive too.
The wedding photos gave him a chance to capture her for later when he could wank over the pictures of her. His cock had begun to swell even in the registry office and the boxers he had on and loose suit trousers left nowhere to hide so he buttoned his jacket tight around the bulge. He took one or two photos of the happy couple then pointed his camera at Ann and zoomed in and took them as close as he could of every part of her body. Her nipples had subsided now but the curve of her breasts were still a powerful pull.
Anna noticed the man in the suit as she had in the registry office and looked him up and down stopping in the middle to observe the unusual shape at the bottom of the jacket. Either this man was very well hung or he was excited. Then she saw his camera. It was pointing at her. She looked away, smiling at other photographers but as she looked back his lens was firmly on the zoom button and pointing right at her. Furthermore, the middle part of his suit was now throbbing slightly. She could see the slight movement.
Jack was thin, tall, his light brown hair flopped over his forehead and into his eyes. She imagined how old he was – 36 maybe, older. He had the benefit of a youthful expression. She looked on his hand, no ring. Then an idea struck her. Excusing herself from the photos she went to her bag and got her eyeline pencil. She wrote on a tissue, 'room 27 Connault Hotel 1am'. Then returned. When she saw Jack's camera come out, she held it up long briefly enough so no-one would see but long enough for Jack. He did not notice the tissue though he got the shot with it on.
There was no evening reception and Jack had his back to the top table for most of the meal. Ann talked, smiled, did her duty, blushed when her dad praised her in the speech and soon the day was over. Ann had arranged to go out with her brother Mark and his girlfriend, Jill, to a restaurant after she had changed and at 7pm, her dad and new bride firmly away with everyone's good wishes she went to her room, no, 27 Connault Hotel.
There, removing her dress, camisole and panties she stood in front of the mirror. The day was hot, reception room stuffy and the nakedness cooled her down but her pussy ached. She had not had sex in months since her ex, Rob, had run off with her housemate and still mourning for him, she stayed away from the many offers she had. It had built up inside her and today she had realised her level of frustration. She placed a hand down the front of her body. Her breasts were sticky with dampness of the day. A slight curve of her belly led to a trimmed bush, hairs you could count surrounded a small cleft. She carried on down with her hand over the moist hairs and placing her finger inside her pussy bean to move around her clitoris.
Suddenly the door banged, 'Come on, time to go'. It was Mark. 'I'm not even showered yet' she replied. Her heart beating as if she had just been caught and her voice strained.
'Well hurry up then. We'll give you ten minutes then we're going without you' 'Oh you won't leave me on my own. Not your little sister' she teased. He was putty in her hands. They were close and Jill knew that no matter how much he loved her, if Ann was in trouble he'd run to her first.
The shower was quick and she had not cooled down. Normally she would have placed the shower head over her pussy and held it there and orgasm could be followed by orgasm. Today there were 10 minutes so she showered, put on her strappy blue dress with a tiny flower embroidered over the middle of her breasts and went out. She had no knickers on and would have to remember this in how she got out of taxis but her pussy burned and if she couldn't orgasm, at least it could feel a cool breeze. White socks on, strappy blue leather sandals on and she was ready to go. A quick twirl for the mirror and gone.
The restaurant was full of laughter and talk when she noticed a table with a man on his own. It was Jack. Ann drank one glass of wine, gulped another. 'Easy tiger' said her brother. 'Need a pee' she said. 'I'm not surprised all that wine' Mark laughed. His sister had always been able to drink him under the table.
So she walked but not directly as she diverted round Jack. He had followed her from the hotel lobby so knew she was there and positioned himself so he could see her. She walked close to him as he stared at her and then after she gone by he could smell, her perfume of apples and spices mingled with the scent of sexual youth that her body emanated.
On the way back, she returned his look. 'Hello. Weren't you at the wedding?' she said smiling. 'Yes, Jack, erm' he was flustered. His head reeled through many answers, which would impress her. In the end little came out, 'I'm your dad's...' she stared into his dark eyes with hers, pale blue. Jack stumbled some more. He was a university lecturer, 48, and she had reduced him to a bumbling idiot. 'Friend' he finally blurted out. 'Good for you. He needs as many as he can get', she twinkled her eyes at him and was gone. Only the perfume remained. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes. Again his cock was swelling but the tablecloth hid this so he let it sail up into the air. This was as close as I'll get he thought, her smell in my nose and my cock in the air.
But it wasn't to be.
'Mark', said Anna, touching her brother's hand, 'that poor man over there is one of daddy's friends and is all alone. Why don't you invite him over?' 'He's a bit old for you, girl. Even for you'. Ann's ex had been 30 and the ten-year age gap was a source of constant amusement in Mark. 'No, silly, I don't fancy him. Just don't want him to be alone and he is daddy's friend' Mark sighed. Another brotherly duty which he always did. He went over to Jack. 'Come and join us, Ann says you're a friend' Jack so wanted to be near to Ann but he knew he could not get up as he was. His erection was too hard, too high and he had his jacket off. 'Kind of you but I'm fine. Don't want to disturb you' he replied. 'Ok' said Mark and off he went, job done. Ann punched him on return. 'Of course he would say that, he's too shy. You could have insisted'. She sighed 'I'll go. Like everything in our family I have to do it' a statement so patently untrue that she laughed inside.
'I hear you won't join us' she said to Jack. 'Very mean, you could tell us old stories about daddy'. Jack's face was red. Ann's presence so near to his erection had made him panic. 'I'd love to then' he replied and he grabbed his jacket and held it over his groin.
But Ann saw. Just as the tablecloth moved away and before the jacket covered the pyramid in his trousers, she saw. Then she looked at his face. He knew. His face flushed. Her eyes shone. 'What have I done?' he thought and wished the world would end there and then. Ann thought, either this man is constantly hard or I have him just where I want him.
A quick scuffly walk to the table, jacket over his groin, Jack sat down. His face was red, body hotter than at any point in the hot day and he felt a lone trickle of sweat down his back, then another. His shirt would now show signs of sweat and he couldn't put his jacket on. The evening was getting worse.
Eventually Jack regained some cool and his urbane wit and stories of their dad livened up the evening and it was midnight soon. 'You must let me pay' said Jack. 'I'm richer than all of you I'm sure and you've been wonderful company. Cheered a lonely man up' 'It doesn't take much to be richer than me' said Mark and Jill agreed with a sigh. Then Jill went to the bathroom and Mark said, 'I'll go too'. 'You two can't go anywhere on your own' laughed Ann.
'I have you all to myself now Jack'. Ann's voice was lower, softer, more seductive. She slid forward on her chair so her dress created a concertina effect and her pussy was visible to him. She looked into his eyes. He looked down then suddenly away. Ann was still talking and pretended nothing had happened. She merrily told him to pay the bill. Had he seen it? He questioned himself. Surely not.
Goodbyes were said at the hotel lobby. They were all at the reception hotel and Jack went to the bar for a whisky. Ann went upstairs, removed her shoes, dress and socks and waited.
Finally, Jack went to his room. His cock by now was ready to explode and it was a relief to be able to get it out and wank. It wouldn't take long tonight and soon his hot cum was over his fingers, his fist having beaten hard on his stiff shaft. He kept the cum in his hands and looked at it. 'Ann if you could only see this' he thought. He had called out her name when he orgasmed. It was all for her. Then he showered in the cold, still his penis swelled even then and he lay on the bed naked. His pecs were muscly from years at the gym but the last few months had meant his belly was slightly out. Too much beer, he thought as he looked at it and the penis which bobbed around beneath it, threatening to stimulate itself and shoot out randomly.
Jack got out his camera and looked at the back screen. This is all he needed. He checked through the pictures when one caught his eye. Ann was holding something up, he zoomed in and saw it was a tissue. He zoomed further in on it, 'room 27 Connault Hotel 1am' he read.
It was 12.58.
Was it for me? Then he remembered she had seen his erection, she had showed him his pussy and now this.
He wrapped a hotel robe around him, using the belt to hold in his penis. One floor down to no.27. He stood outside. About to knock, he stopped. Then someone was coming so he pretended to walk around, they laughed at him being in his robe and drunkenly stumbled up the stairs.
'Do it you fool' he thought, 'if she doesn't want you, you can just say it was to thank her for inviting you'. 'What if it's not her room?' his mind countered. He knocked. The door opened and Ann's face peered round. Her beautiful eyes pure white face, cheekbones which led to a soft rounded chin and those lips, thick on the bottom, thin on top, so red and wide.
Yes?' she said firmly. 'I-I-I just came to thank you' Jack stammered.
Ann reached out her hand from behind the door to touch his robe belt and pulled. His cock sprang out in front of her and she stood there admiring its purpleness, it's swollen majesty and the tight balls underneath which begged to be licked.
'This is some way to thank me, Jack'
Jack was now beyond words. His cock was in front of him. She was looking at it and he was still in the corridor. Then she reached out and grabbed his swollen pulsing penis and gently led him in.
