None of the stories in my series are stand-alone stories, they lead on from one to the other, and may not make sense unless you start at part one, (the beginning) and work through to the end.
After Miranda, my beautiful and well fucked hotel receptionist left to return to her afternoon shift, I showered and dressed casually. It was far too early to dress in my formal wear for the wedding, and I'd worked up an appetite. I'd had quite a light breakfast, just some cereal, and now after our strenuous but very pleasant lunchtime interlude I was feeling the pangs of hunger. I thought eating out Miranda's pussy, fabulous as it was, probably didn't count high on the calorie ratings as adequate sustenance. I was hungry for something more substantial than pussy, so I thought I'd check out the hotel bar, or have a walk down the street to see if I could find a fast food joint, a café, or something suitable.
Luckily for me the hotel bar offered a nice range of bar meals, and I decided on a pasta dish with side salad as a sop to a healthy lifestyle. I was going to need those carbohydrates to keep up my strength until the evening wedding feast.
Wedding customs are different all over the world, but here in Scotland most formal weddings are held mid-afternoon, typically 2.30pm or a little later at 3.00pm. By the time the ceremony is over, the photos taken and a little socialising done, it's time for the wedding meal, which is usually three courses. A starter, main course, and dessert, followed by the dreaded wedding speeches. After that the venues is cleared, and a little more socialising before the wedding dance begins, with either a live band or disco. The bride and groom start with the 'first dance,' and after that the evening proceeds until the end.
However, sitting at the bar, I was a long way from any of that, it was just after 1.15pm and a waitress had brought me my food. She was tall, good looking, and just my type, maybe a bit older than my usual women friends, but still very, very attractive. I noticed that she had succumbed to my pheromones very quickly when she took my order at the bar, then showed me to my table, where I sat while my order was being prepared. She stood and spoke to me, looking reluctant to leave until she was called away to serve another customer.
I looked around me at the other people in the bar while I waited, and in the next booth there was a couple, older, maybe forties or early fifties, but the wife looked lovely. Her husband was sitting with his back to me, but she continually looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a lovely smile. I gave her what I thought was a lovely smile in return. The smile never left her face except when she was talking to him, but that didn't happen too often.
She got up, took her handbag and walked past me, smiling down at me as she passed. I thought she was going to speak, but she kept going. Her pussy smelled of wetness and arousal. She was about five foot four, medium height, with a nice figure. She obviously kept herself fit and had a well-proportioned figure to prove it. She had a cloud of dark wavy hair and a very pretty face. She looked hot and I wondered if she'd be a good lover, but I dismissed that thought easily enough, there would be plenty of hot younger women here, closer to my own age. There would be lots of opportunities later. The bride and groom's friends, relations, etc, and of course, the lovely Diana. I was here to accompany Diana, and make her day, anything else would be a bonus, or would join the growing file of phone numbers in my pockets given by women who had offered themselves to me.
I had worked out a method to help me decide on who I wanted to meet later. If I wrote down her phone number, or was passed a note from the woman herself, and folded the note in four, it meant, yes/yes, if I folded it in two it meant, yes/maybe, and if I didn't fold it at all, it meant, no! Heartless, very shallow you may think, but it was getting out of control, and I couldn't keep pace with the offers I was getting. Not that I was complaining, but I liked to give, 'value,' and make any seduction something special. It wasn't always possible.
I sometimes thought I was like that old Johnny Winters song which went, 'I've got women in California, and in New York and between, It's a full time occupation trying to keep my business clean.' I'd always found that line amusing, but now I knew from experience exactly what it meant. It had nothing to do with disease or hygiene, it was trying to juggle all the women, meeting their expectations, and keeping them happy.
While I was deliberating on how terrible my life was, (haha) the older lady walked past me again in the opposite direction, no doubt going back to rejoin her husband. She hesitated and stepped closer to my table. I looked up at her and smile, she gave me a lovely smile in return.
'Are you one of the wedding guests by any chance she asked?' and when I confirmed I was she held out her hand and I shook it with mine, a pretty standard greeting with strangers, but I held onto hers, just for sheer wickedness to see what she would do. She didn't seem to notice, her pussy was too wet, I could smell it more strongly now.
'I'm Patricia' she announced, and when I looked blankly at her, she added, 'The mother of the bride.' I knew right there and then I was going to fuck her. She was not only very attractive, but going to a wedding and fucking the mother of the bride was irresistible. It tickled my fancy in some perverted sort of way, and unless something even more appealing came along, something like the current miss world, I was going to tickle
her
fancy as well.
She insisted I come and meet her husband too, and so I did, chatting away to him as Patricia sat down at their table again. Thankfully, my lunch arrived, brought to me by my hot waitress, and I went back to my own table to eat it, and very nice it was too. I sat back and sipped the coffee my waitress had brought when I finished, and then I saw her approach again. She was definitely looking for something, and the something she wanted was hard, between my legs, all ready to slip between hers. It would have to be a quicky, but that was okay, I had the time, a window of opportunity if she was available.
'Was that all right for you sir,' she asked, and I assured her that I had enjoyed it. 'Is there anything else I can get for your sir? she asked, looking at me very boldly, and we both knew she meant something more than food or a drink. I looked at her, she smiled, I smiled.
'Well, Jackie,' I said as I looked at the name tag pinned above her left tit, 'It depends on what's on the menu, and how much time you have,' I flirted. She never stopped smiling for a second. 'I have to be leaving very soon,' I added, 'do you have any suggestions for something quick? Or somewhere we could go?' She actually blushed, but she was excited, and looked at her watch.
'The lunches stopped being served a few minutes ago,' she said. 'I'll just take your dishes back to the kitchen and then I'm free, wait here, I'll be back,' she promised. True to her word, she was back within two minutes.
A black jacket over her uniform, hand bag slung over her shoulder. She nodded her head indicating I should follow her and when we got out into the hallway she said just two words, 'Follow me,' so I did, watching her lovely arse and legs hurrying before me. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling, her face slightly flushed with excitement, and stopped outside an unobtrusive door with a, 'Staff Only,' notice on it.
'Service corridor' she explained. There was another door almost immediately on the left hand side which she opened, and stopped momentarily while she turned on the lights, which flickered into life. She shut the door behind us and turned to me, coming into my arms all in one movement.
We kissed, and by fuck she left me in no doubt what she wanted, her hand going straight down between my legs rubbing my cock through the fabric of my trousers. She moaned out loud as she rubbed me and I slipped her jacket off, feeling her tits. They were quite a handful, C cup at least.
'Oh fuck, what's wrong with me,' she moaned helplessly. 'I don't do this sort of shit,' and she began gasping out some superfluous explanation, an excuse to herself for her behaviour, but I wasn't really listening and had pulled her skirt waist high as she spoke, slipping my hand between her legs. Her panties were wet, she had soaked through the double thickness of the gusset, she was ready for me, and proved it by slipping her panties down her legs and stepping out of them.
There was a very handy table against the wall, and she hopped up on it, sat her gorgeous arse on the edge and spread her legs presenting me with a well-trimmed bush, and thick, juicy cunt lips, open and leaking her juices. She reached for my belt buckle and had it open in seconds with my help, and I took my cock and put it in her hand. She looked down at it, a sharp intake of breath, as she felt along my length.
'Oh holy fuck, what a cock,' and for the first time a little hesitation, but then her need seemed to be too much. 'I'm not sure... if I can... take it all,' she moaned, while at the same time pulling me between her outstretched legs and closer to her waiting pussy. She rubbed the tip against her labia, her eyes closed as I pushed at the same time, and suitably lubricated in the slippery torrent being exuded from her pussy, I slid in a little, out and then in again and this time I breached her entrance. She tilted her pelvis and fucked her pussy up at me, and I slid home filling her eager pussy.
'Oh, fuuuck... fuck...' she moaned, 'that's fucking big, stretching... me... my... pussy... it's good though...' and her voice trailed off until she stopped talking as I fucked her. I unbuttoned her uniform top, and pushed her bra up over her tits rather than waste time trying to unsnap the catch. She had great tits, a big C, maybe small D, but I didn't have time to dwell on them, just playing with them, handled them quite roughly in our mutual haste, but she seemed to love it all the same mewling helplessly in her throat.
'Holy fuck... I'm c... coming,' she moaned into my neck as I rammed home, reaming her gorgeous cunt from every angle. She began to shudder and tremble all over as her orgasm took her and shook her. She fell back, slumping against the wall behind the table, her pussy still in motion fucking me, trying to drain every last spam and tremor of orgasm.
'Oh my god,' she gulped. 'Can't believe... I came... so fast... so fast,' and she looked at me adoringly, as she sat up again coming into my arms. 'Holy shit... that was... incredible,' she gasped between kisses. I stepped back from her, pulling my cock out. 'Don't...' she pleaded, 'don't go,' but I had no intention of going. I just helped her off the table and set her down on the floor,
