The invitation for my cousin's wedding arrived in early May; the wedding was set to take place on Friday, July 1st (Canada Day) in Halifax. I tossed the invitation onto my computer table and didn't give it a second thought. My cousin was a bit of a jerk and no one in the family really cared much for him. I doubted that anyone from my side of the family would be going to the wedding.
It was the first week in June when I received the telephone call that confirmed my suspicions. My Aunt called me wanting to know if I would make the wedding. Apparently everyone else in the family sent back their regrets. My aunt was devastated that none of the family would come for the wedding (except my father who still lived in Halifax). No one wanted to drop the money or waste the points on my cousin. After talking to my Aunt I decided to see if I could still book a flight with my air miles, luckily I was able to book one.
Let me explain one thing before I go any further. While I could care less about my cousin, I loved my Aunt dearly. My parents divorced 10 years ago and my Aunt was a tremendous help to both myself and my mother (even though she's my father's sister). If she hadn't called me, I would never have gone, however I felt it was the least I could do to make her happy.
I contacted my mother and asked to stay at her place and made a few calls to friends in the area. I heard back from a few and made plans for the weekend back home. I realized that the wedding would only last a few hours and then I would get to catch up with some old friends. As the day grew closer I actually found my self looking forward to the trip.
Two days before I was scheduled to depart I heard back from an old girlfriend of mine. She wasn't so much an old girlfriend as someone I would get together with every now and again with for a wild night of sex. She was available the Thursday night that I got in if I was interested in a get together. I sent her back an e-mail with a definite yes. I wouldn't miss the chance to hook up with Bev for anything, hell I'd skip the wedding all together if that was the only time she was available.
My excitement level for the trip rose tremendously after Bev confirmed the details. Bev and I first meet at the accounting firm I worked at back in Halifax. She was a couple years younger than me when she started as a summer student and she was hot. Make that nasty hot. Bev was the type of girl that would make the faithful of men stray from their wives, which meant for most guys there would be little hesitation. Bev was about 5'4" tall, dark auburn hair, nicely rounded figure with large firm breasts and an ass that men would beg to fuck. I did, and I got to do just that, and it was worth the begging.
Bev had no inhibitions that I was aware of, she had no moral issues with sleeping with married men, or married women for that matter. Nothing was taboo with her and she was always willing to try out something new. Bev did have standards though as she wouldn't jump into bed with just anyone (thankfully I met her standards) and she was always careful. No sense being a hot, available and sexual woman if you wind up catching something she always said.
Thoughts of our last encounter before I moved to Toronto filled my head as I sat on the plane headed for Halifax. The thoughts, while enjoyable, also made the flight somewhat uncomfortable as they caused considerable growth in the pleasure regions. I'm certain at least one of the flight attendants noticed the rather large and uncomfortable bulge in my pants. Not that I'm complaining about the favorable looks I received, it just sucked not being able to do anything about it (not yet anyway).
I banished thoughts of Bev from my mind and got my erection under control before we landed in Halifax. I disembarked from the plane to the whispers and stares of some of the flight crew. I winked at them as I left, trying to cover my slight embarrassment. I only had carry-on luggage and headed straight to the car rental booth. 20 minutes after landing I was on my way, trying to keep myself under control until after I left my Mother's. I still had over two hours to kill until I was to meet Bev.
It took twenty minutes to get to my Mother's. It was a long twenty minutes. Once at my mother's thoughts of Bev were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind. My mother and I chatted for an hour or so before she decided to head to bed. I hopped in the shower, dressed and headed over to the Velvet Olive, a nice relaxed bar in downtown Halifax. I got there about ten minutes early and entered the bar to find Bev already there.
I didn't see her right away but I saw the group of guys around someone at the bar and knew enough to realize who it was. I made my way to the bar and ordered myself a vodka and lime. I watched the guys jockey for position around Bev while I waited for my drink. She still hadn't seen me yet so I dove into the melee until I caught her eye. I gave her a quick sign to play along and she smiled. She lived for torturing guys at bars, and I had a thought that would drive them crazy.
"Hey gorgeous" I shouted just loudly enough to be heard by Bev and the guys surrounding her, "why don't I buy you a drink and then we can go somewhere private where you can suck my cock and then I can fuck you silly?" All of the guys around her stopped talking, some looked shock, and others looked like they were going to kill me.
"Sounds good to me," Bev replied, equally as loud, "Get me a rye and ginger and I'll be waiting for you in the wagon." Even more guys looked shocked, although several still looked like they wanted to kill me. I smiled and ordered the drink and headed back to the wagon with a dozen pairs of jealous eyes focused on me. The wagon is what we referred to the small private sitting areas in the back of the bar as. They had curved ceiling over the tables, covered in velvet, which reminded us of a covered wagon.
Bev was laughing as I slide into the booth and handed her the drink. She smiled and we kissed deeply for several minutes. "Nice touch, very subtle. I actually thought a couple of those guys would kill you there for a second." She said as she caressed my leg. "So did I!" I replied as I returned the favor. We laugh for a minute or two over our antics and then got caught up on what was new and exciting in our lives. Bev's descriptions were, as always, very arousing and far more interesting than what was going on in my life at the time.