After A Wedding

 Returning from a wedding.

A few years ago, like most people, I went through a phase of many of my friends from school and university getting married in their early 20s. I received an invitation from one couple, Judith and Ian. I had been to the same school as Judith.

The wedding was to be held on the south coast, a long way from me so I booked myself into a B&B that was about 20 miles away from the venue. It was holiday season and it was the closest I could get for reasonable money.

On the day of the wedding, I checked into the B&B and set about getting changed into suitable clothes and then found myself having to kill time while I waited for a taxi so sat in the residents lounge. Whilst there, another blond girl walked in, obviously, like me, dressed for a wedding. We got talking and it turned out that she was going to Judith and Ian’s wedding too. Her name was Sue and we agreed to share the taxi.

The more she told me about herself, the more I remembered her from school. She was a year below me and I remember her as being very quiet and shy and generally quite ordinary. She said she remembered me as one of the chatty ones.

At the wedding everything went well and, at the meal afterwards, Sue and I shared a table with an elderly couple, George and Beryl, who it turned out lived in the same village as our B&B and offered to drive us back later. Sue and I polished off the free bottles of wine on the table.

The rest of the evening went as wedding parties generally do with lots of dancing around handbags with old school chums.

At the end of the night, about 2am, Sue and I said our goodbyes and headed with George and Beryl to their car. It turned out to be an ancient car, probably dating back to the seventies and probably the car they had used all their lives.

Sue and I got into the back seat. It was so old that there were no seatbelts and the vinyl seats felt super cold on this chilly evening, especially as Sue and I had light summery dresses on. As we pulled away, it was clear that George was a very careful driver who kept the vehicle to a steady 20mph.

Feeling sleepy, I swivelled around so that my back was against the door with one leg in the footwell and the other stretched out along the seat. We were both feeling the cold so I suggested Sue leans back into me to keep us both warm. She swivelled around and lay back against me, her head just below my chin.

I lazily threw an arm over her shoulder which, completely by accident, meant my hand came to rest on Sue’s boob.

“Mmmm,” was her reaction and she put her hand on top of mine. I instantly started to feel hot. I knew from our earlier conversations that she had only ever had one serious relationship in her life and that was a while ago. I risked a slight squeeze.

”Mmmm,” again.

I could feel a nipple harden under my palm. I pinched it gently through the fabric of her dress and bra and continued to tweak it. All the time she made no effort to stop me and kept her hand on mine.

I pulled my hand out from under hers and unfastened a couple of buttons on the front of her dress and slipped my hand in and into her bra.

“Mmmm,” the warmth of her skin, the softness of the boob and the hardness of her nipple made my pussy drip.

I continued this for quite a while and it was obvious that George and Beryl were in no hurry. I spotted a tartan blanket on the back parcel shelf and pulled it down over us.

Once covered, I risked taking things further. With my free hand, I undid more buttons on Sue’s dress. I really needed to get into her knickers. I fed my hand into the new opening in her dress, found the waist band of her knickers and pushed down through fluffy pubic bush to a very wet pair of pussy lips. My middle finger slipped inside easily.

“Mmmm,” now I can feel my panties getting so wet, I’m sure I will leave a wet patch on the seat.

I pump my finger in and out making little squishy noises which hopefully George and Beryl could not hear over the engine.

“Mmmmm,” went Sue. Now her breathing was getting much deeper. I kept going with the finger and added a second and my now soaked palm pressed against her clit.

Sue’s breathing was getting faster and I knew she would cum soon. I pressed and whispered in her ear.

“Cum for me, Sue! Let it out. Give me your cum!”

That did it. She pressed her head back into my chest as I felt her cunt muscles clamp around my fingers. She stiffened but the only sound that escaped her was a soft “Nnng.”

After she came down from her orgasm, I held her tight and lazily flicked my fingers in and out of her hole or gently flicked the hard button of her clit for the rest of the journey to our B&B, enjoying here wetness and the need that had been building in my pussy.

At the B&B, we almost fell out of the car and said our thanks and goodbyes. The B&B was quiet as we went to our rooms.

As we reached my room, I unlocked the door and dragged Sue inside. I fell backwards onto the single bed, dragging Sue with me and she landed on top of me.

“I really, REALLY need you to eat me!” I growled/whispered.

“But…”

With one hand I pushed her head down my body and with the other hand wrenched my dress up to my waist.

I kept pushing her head down until her face was level with my pussy as I pulled my thong to one side. Sue was resisting.

“But I nev…” and I cut her off with a hand on the back of her head that pressed her mouth against my eager pussy.

“Now eat me!” I urged.

I felt a few tentative licks and before I knew it Sue was lapping away at my hole like a cat on a saucer of milk.

“Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck!” was all I could say as I felt her tongue inside me.

“Suck my clit! Bite my lips!” I felt her clamp my lips between her teeth and pulled. I looked down to see her staring into my eyes with my pussy lips stretched to their limit. I could see that with her free hand she had pulled up her dress and was fingering herself. That sight was enough to tip me over the edge. I pressed here face hard into my pussy and growled as the waves of orgasm washed over me.

I wasn’t finished. I flipped her over onto her back, threw a leg over her head and lowered my dripping cunt onto her face. Now in a 69 position, I pulled her dress up, pulled her knickers to one side and buried my face in the soft, blond wet cloud of her pussy. Pulling her lips apart I tongued her slit, lapping up her juices. Her breathing told me she was close, as was I. I could cum any second so I lifted myself off her face and continued working on her cunt.

“I’m cumming!” she gasped. That was my cue to drop back down on her face. After a few flicks of her tongue I was cumming at the shame time as Sue. We held on tight together as our bodies writhed as one, throbbing and twitching together.

When we got our breath back, we lay next to each other idly fingering each other pussies while chatting. She told me that what she tried to say earlier was that she had never been with another woman before. I told her that, for a beginner, she did an excellent job.