Our Wedding

Sometimes people ask me “So, who’s the man in your relationship?” This question, though understandable, shows a complete ignorance of lesbian relationships. We’re two girls…why on earth should one of us take the role of a man? Oh, I know there are relationships out there where one of the women is, and I can’t tell you how much I hate this term, ‘butch’, but that’s not us. A worse term is ‘Bull Dyke’. (shudder). Emily and I couldn’t be more feminine. 

And so, we have to decide what to wear on the day, where the reception will be, and where to spend our wedding night. In the next town there is a wedding outfitters, and the woman working in the shop is in the wrong job. The moment she realised we weren’t a bride and her best friend, but two girls marrying each other, her nose wrinkled and she couldn’t have been more rude. 

Now, I’m the definition of easy-going. I’ll get on with anyone, but there is a line, and it’s not wise to cross it. We had put up with “Oh, so it’s not a proper wedding then?” and had steadily progressed through snide, snarky little comments and finally arrived at “well, I don’t suppose you people will want to spend much….after all, it’s not as if it’s going to be in a church, is it?” At this point, I fished into my purse and pulled out my platinum Amex card. I looked her in the eyes and smiled before saying sweetly, “Now, you listen here to me, you sanctimonious, judgmental, sour-faced little bitch, if I so chose, I could buy your fucking company with the change that’s in my arse pocket. Now, off you pop and get me your manager.” 

Said manager and I had a free and frank exchange of views. He was mortified that we’d been spoken to like that, and a bottle of champagne appeared (a good one too) and Emily and I spent the afternoon trying on dresses before deciding on a matched pair. 

On the drive home, I was still rattled about this miserable cunt in the shop. “If I so chose, I could buy your fucking company….hmmmm…hold that thought.” 

One call we had to make was a stopover hotel that we have booked for our wedding night. There is a gorgeous place on the outskirts of the town that I have always wanted to stay at. It’s five star all the way, and boasts a couple of Michelin Stars too. I half turned to Em and said, “Hey, how about we book in now…today…stay a couple of nights…just to try it out? She seemed very excited about this and we went on a tour of the place. The duty manager, a nice polite young man, showed us round, and oh….it was beautiful when the penny dropped and he realised we were two lesbians, and we’d be having sex in their bridal suite! I could almost hear his brain screaming, “Can I watch?” 

There’s a swimming pool, a spa, sauna, massage, everything you’d expect from a place like this. We won’t be able to enjoy all the hotel’s facilities on our wedding night…we have other intentions….and we are leaving the following morning. 

The hospitality industry is struggling to get back on its feet. There are deals to be had, and late availability offers are everywhere. I didn’t want the wedding suite for this stay…I wanted to reserve that for the special night itself, but we did book another suite….lounge, bedroom, bathroom…and yes, I’m getting to the action now…promise… and room service. 

And now, my confession. Bless me, reader, for I have sinned. We spent a good hour in the vast jacuzzi bath, and I delighted in turning Emily on in every way I knew how. We got out, and my fiancé was certain we were about to have sex….and I did nothing to disabuse her of that thought. But I made no move towards fulfilling her expectations. 

By now, it was around 8:00pm, and we were both hungry. I decided that we would indulge ourselves with room service. So, each of us wearing nothing but those huge complimentary fluffy towelling dressing gowns, looked through the menu. In a place like this, everything is available via room service….even stuff that would normally be cooked tableside. We chose a couple of dishes each, and while we waited, I went back to seducing my fiancé. You see….I had a plan. 

In the ‘lounge’ part of our suite, there was a couch the size of a small airport. I slowly undid her robe, pulling the towelling belt through its loops and off, then I removed my belt too. There’s one thing better than being naked, and that’s being almost naked. Her robe fell open down the front revealing her gorgeous body, and causing me to ooze wetness. Fuck, I adore this girl. We stood, kissed, indulged in a little bum squeezing, and even a little pussy (yuck…horrid word) rubbing, before I turned her around……and using the belt tied her hands behind her. 

Emily loves bondage games…in fact I rather think it’s her favourite form of sex. I turned her back facing me and sat her back on this couch. In front of it was a table. Using the belt from my dressing gown and a spare I had found in the bathroom, I was able to secure Emily’s feet to the legs of the table. Now she couldn’t move. I sat beside her and kissed her, letting my hands robe all over her body. At one point, I had her robe completely spread wide and enjoyed some very delightful nipple sucking while my fingers were buried deep inside her. 

I made certain that the copious wetness flowing from her coated her cunt lips and her mound, until they were shiny with her own wetness……and then room service arrived. I got up, carefully arranged Emily’s robe so that it almost covered her tits, and left her tummy and mound on show, and called a confident “Come in.” 

Emily wriggled, but couldn’t do anything about covering her modesty. The door opened and a girl came in with a food trolley. Bear in mind that while I was free to move, my robe was open at the front too. 

There are so many young girls who work, for next to nothing, in hotels. Usually from Romania, or some other such place, they work here, and boy, do they earn their money. This girl was mid 20s, and she glanced first at me and then Emily as she took in the sight before her. It took a few seconds for her to realise Emily’s ankles were tied, and when she did realise, it obviously clicked in her brain that we were going to have sex. She instantly blushed and her pupils dilated. 

I’ve stayed in many hotels in my life, and I often wonder about the girls (particularly the girls) who work there. They must be used to walking in on men wanking off, and I am quite sure it’s a common thing to be offered money to ‘help’. Maybe some like it? I mean, if the guy concerned isn’t a complete creep, why not accept £100 or whatever for a quick fuck? I’m sure some do. I’m told that the hotel concierge can arrange ‘company’ in return for a tip, and so what if that company comes from willing members of staff? 

Anyway, this girl stood there staring at us, and I wondered what was going on between her legs. I tipped her, and flopped on the couch next to Emily, and slipped my hand under Emily’s robe and cupped her left boob in my right hand. I also made sure Emily’s vagina was more clearly displayed. The girl stood there seemingly hypnotised, like a rabbit in the headlights, so I let my hand track down Emily’s tummy until one finger disappeared between Emily’s pussy lips. 

Then I fucked it all up by saying, “You can watch, if you like.” She took it that I wanted her to leave, when what I really meant was “please…stay and watch us.” The girl spluttered an apology  and quickly left. That will teach me to say something Miss Brain hasn’t authorised first.

I untied Emily and we ate. Emily said, “You deliberately exposed me to a complete stranger. It could have been a man who walked in.” Indeed it could. Since there would have been no fucking…well…not of Emily, anyway, would that have mattered? 

I said, “I wonder what that girl is doing right now. She was obviously aroused. Did you see her pupils dilate….and how much she coloured up? I’ll bet anything that she is sitting on a lavatory somewhere, her panties round her ankles, touching herself, thinks of me touching you.”

I have known Emily wetter, but not often. The sex we had (on the floor) was…..rabid? Yes, that seems like a good word. ‘Frantic’ is another. We were all over each other, and it was glorious. The enforced pause in the proceedings to eat before sex merely got us both more horny. 

The next morning, after breakfast, we went to the pool. There was just us and the fitness centre staff. After a swim (Emily is amazingly fast in the water) I suggested a massage. Emily hasn’t had a massage before and was a little hesitant. I assured her that this isn’t a sexual massage….it’s just a massage….but she has no frame of reference for that. The staff arranged two couches next to each other in a curtained off area, and we both had female masseuses. The atmosphere was warm and relaxed, and as we were both clad only in towels at this point, I knew there would be a slow, tantalising reveal of my lover’s body. 

But I also found something else. At one point, there was only a folded towel covering Emily’s bum. I just happened to turn my head (we were both lying on our tummies) and watched as the masseuses finished off on her back and slowly ran her hands up Emily’s legs, disappearing under the towel. No, it was nowhere near her sex, but it looked so erotic. It was also the first time I’ve seen another girl touch her….and it aroused me so fast. I watched in awe as each stroke started at her feet travelled slowly up her legs and disappeared under the towel. My heart rate increased, and my mouth became dry. My brain was screaming “Touch her….just touch her….she wants you to.” Emily turned to face me and I saw it in an instant. She was as aroused as I was. 

After the massage, they wrapped us up in towels and told us to rest for half an hour before taking a shower, and to drink plenty of water for the rest of the day. Left alone, for a while we didn’t speak, but then I couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Watching her touch you was the most erotic experience of my life.” Emily replied with “I really wanted her to…you know….touch me properly. I loved watching you getting touched too.” I didn’t tell Emily, but the girl massaging me had gone what some may consider a bit too far. She had brushed lightly against my vulva…and more than once. Not enough to be classed as masturbating me, but also too often for it to be accidental. 

We showered, and then went into the sauna. It’s a large one and we didn’t stay in it long. Instead, I introduced Emily to something new…the steam room. You can’t see across these places….and anyway, Emily wears glasses. Wrapped in only our towels, I guided us to the furthest corner and sat with my back against where the two walls join. I pulled Emily back to sit on my lap, simultaneously losing my towel and opening hers. A little wriggle or two and we were both naked. Em was a little agitated…she isn’t used to sex in public yet, although I know she enjoys the excitement of it. “What if someone comes in?” I replied with “We will hear the door opening.” She relaxed sitting on my lap and let my hands explore her hot, sweating body. Soon, I had two fingers buried inside her and was kissing her neck while whispering obscenities into her ear. 

And then, something really surprising. I thought she would cum just by letting me do what I was doing, but as if she had been electrocuted, she suddenly leapt from my lap, grabbed both towels and threw them a little way along the bench. She then stood on the benches, and straddled my face. I knew what was coming. Somehow….I just knew. Oh licking her clit…well…obviously. My tongue and her clit fit together so beautifully, and I’m getting some muscle memory now. I know just how she likes me to lick that sensitive little sex bean of hers. And so I began that ballet that would lead her to orgasm. 

But then, I felt a trickle on my chest. A slow, steady trickle. This is the first time that Emily has done this outside the safety of somewhere private. It ran down between my boobs, over my tummy and then, as if laser-guided, right over my engorged clit. There was no need for anything else. No need for me to push a wet finger insider her cunt or her bum, I knew she was seconds away from and orgasm, and I also know that I was far more aroused by watching another girl (almost) finger her, that I was aware of. I knew the image of Emily standing over me like this, in a very dominant position, and her steady stream of pee running over my clit would do it…and it did. She held off until I had cum before submitting to her own body’s demands. 

Some time later, we walked out of the steam room and had another shower. 

We booked to stay for four days starting with our wedding night. My parents have arranged (and paid for, bless them) a private jet that will take us on a sort of Grand Tour. Paris. Rome, Venice, Florence, and a few other places, along with some tours….Vesuvius, Pompei, Herculaneum, the Colosseum. It’s going to be divinely romantic. I’m looking forward to it apart from the flying. I’m one of those people who can’t understand how several tons of metal plus people can stay in the air. Also, there are no road signs up there so how do they work out where they’re going…and Miss other aircraft too. No, I’m a nervous flyer…and always will be. 

So, April, then. Can’t wait. 

PS… telling that snarky bitch I could buy her company has got me thinking….I enjoyed owing my chain of coffee shops…and made good money out of running them and a very tidy sum  when I sold the business. Maybe that’s what I’ll do…become an entrepreneur..buy, develop and sell businesses. Maybe I WILL buy the three premises that house this wedding boutique. If I do…I wonder what my first act as boss should be?