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COUSIN OF THE BRIDE

A few months ago I attended a friend’s wedding, and as I was sitting in the church waiting for the ceremony to begin, I noticed an amazing-looking woman walking up the aisle. She was a tall redhead, wearing a short black cocktail dress with a scoop neckline that showed a lot of cleavage, especially for a church service. The dress was sleeveless and had a slit up the side. I noticed her curvy body and the sway of her hips as she walked. She wore black pumps and black stockings with seams up the back, encasing her incredible legs.

As she moved past me she must have noticed that I was staring at her. At that point, whether for my benefit or not I wasn’t sure, she stopped to adjust her stocking seams, giving me a great view of her legs and a hint of garter. Then she continued up the aisle to a pew on the bride’s family’s side, glancing back at me briefly before she sat down.

She had me so flustered I was sweating. I found myself hoping that God couldn’t read my mind, because I would be damned to hell for what I was thinking just then. As I sat there I started to daydream. And then, to my great astonishment, I saw that sexy vision standing in front of me. “You like watching me, don’t you?” she asked, smiling.

I was quite startled, and could only stammer out a yes. “Would you like to see some more?” she asked. Again I stammered a yes, and as I was about to ask where, she walked away, motioning for me to follow her. Which I did.

She led me out of the church proper and into the foyer, then turned to her left and climbed the stairs to the balcony, where the organ was located. At the top, she turned to face me. I started to ask a question, but she covered my mouth lightly with one hand, while reaching around to unzip her dress with the other. Her hand dropped from my mouth, which now hung open at the sight of her as the dress fell around her feet. Along with the stockings and garter belt, she was wearing a black push-up bra with matching G-string panties.

My head was swimming as she leaned forward to blow lightly into my ear. Her hands ran down my chest to my belt, and undid it. My pants were no obstacle for her nimble fingers, and they quickly dropped to the floor. She smiled as she looked at the growing bulge in my silk boxers. Then she slid her hand through the fly and grabbed my manhood, using it to pull me toward her. It was expanding by leaps and bounds as she worked it free and caressed the shaft with both hands. She was staring into my eyes as she sank slowly, very slowly, to her knees, kneeling there at the top of the stairs, her mouth only an inch from my throbbing member. I could feel the heat of her breath as she still stared up into my eyes, and I was panting heavily in anticipation. Then, In one quick movement, she dropped her eyes and swallowed my entire treasure.

The breath exploded from my lungs, and I jerked my head back and close my eyes as ecstasy engulfed me. I was barley aware of the organ starting to play. I heard my own loud moaning, and then. . . . But the organ was louder now, and something in my subconscious was screaming at me to pay attention to it. . . .

Suddenly I was jerked back to reality. Holy shit! The organ was playing, the service was starting, and of course it was all just a daydream. But my hand had been rubbing my pleasure pouch, and I was hard as a rock. And now the bride came walking down the aisle, and everyone was standing up, but how could I possibly stand with this huge mountain in my crotch?

Somehow I made it to my feet, bending forward quite obtrusively, I’m afraid, to hide my embarrassment. I looked over at the redhead, and saw her staring at me with a smirk on her face, almost as if she knew. I stared back wide-eyed for a few seconds, then turned away quickly. The rest of the service passed very slowly, as I wondered how many other people had noticed my indiscretion.

When the service finally ended and the church began to empty out, my dream woman walked past me with a sly smile. But as I turned away, still embarrassed, I thought I saw her wink at me.

I was very impatient as I waited on the receiving line to congratulate the happy couple, because I wanted to go after her, to find out who she was at least. As I got to my friend Larry– the groom–I could see her just outside the door, talking with some people. Then I heard Larry telling me he needed a favor from me. He wanted me to take his bride’s cousin to the airport, since her plane was leaving in about an hour. I tried to tell him that there was someone I wanted to meet, but he was very insistent, saying there was no one else to do it, so I finally agreed after he promised me that he would introduce me to the woman, whoever she was, when I got back to the party. I only hoped she would still be there.

But to my surprise and delight, when Sheryl, the bride, took me to meet her cousin, it turned out she was the same woman! Sheryl introduced us and went back to her new husband, while I and the redhead–her name was Julie–headed off to my car.

As I turned out of the driveway, Julie took me aback by saying that she had noticed my dilemma as the service started. And she added, with that sly smile, that she hoped she hadn’t been the cause of it. Emboldened by her forwardness, I replied that it was indeed she who had started my daydream. That brought another smile.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get the chance to meet a little earlier,” Julie said. “But I expect to be back in a few months. So maybe we can have dinner together when I return.”

I agreed with alacrity, and found myself smiling as I drove, I was unhappy that she had to leave today, but the future looked good. I continued to glance over at her from time to time, and I liked the fact that her dress was riding up her thighs as she moved around in the seat. She noticed my glances and began to play to them, shifting her thighs so that the dress rose higher, over the tops of her stockings, until I could catch a glimpse of her panties. I could practically smell the sweet odor of her pussy.

Julie was quite open about what she was doing. She made a joke about wondering how far she could go before I swerved the car out of the lane. Then she wriggled her hips as she pulled the tight dress even higher, her hand moving to her panties. Her fingers slid under them and she moaned as she rubbed herself lightly. Now her other hand rose and began to caress her entire torso, from neck to thigh, feeling, smoothing, cupping and stroking.

I was indeed having trouble keeping the car in the proper lane, not wanting to take my eyes off her as her hand slipped around and unzipped her dress. Then she shrugged it down to puddle around her waist. Her strapless bra was almost transparent, and I could see her large dark nipples. She seemed lost in her passion now, unconcerned that she might be visible to people in the cars passing by. Her fingers found her nipples, twisting and pulling them through the bra. Her eyes were shut now, her head rolling around as she moaned in pleasure.

I suddenly remembered to look at the road, and had to pull the car back through two lanes to get it on course. It was a good thing there wasn’t much traffic. Still, when Julie pulled down her bra with one hand while the other searched under her panties for her love button, I knew I’d better stop before we had an accident. I pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car on the shoulder.

“God, what took you so long?” Julie moaned. “I want you now!”

I immediately dropped my hand to her panties, closed my fist around them and ripped them off her. The movement startled her, but it also turned her on. I dropped my face to her crotch and began to slurp up her juices, sliding my hands under her ass and turning her toward me for better access. I was consumed with passion, but as she wriggled and moaned I realized that there wasn’t enough room in my small car for us to do much more.

Just twenty feet from the car I could see a dense line of trees, but I didn’t see how we could conveniently get there in our present condition. Julie, however, was less inhibited. With one quick movement she opened the car door and slid out, running toward the trees while calling for me to follow. Some cars beeped as she made her nearly naked dash, but she paid no attention. Swiftly I locked the car and ran after her.

Just inside the tree line I caught her. She spun around to face me and we kissed. We kissed for a long time. When we broke I dropped to my knees and started to eat her again. Soon she was buckling at the waist with the ecstasy of me tonguing her clit. I placed my hands on her hips and turned her around to face the tree behind her. She bent over slightly and placed her hands on it for support, opening herself up to me. I began to lick the length of her slit, all the way up to her clit and back again, running my tongue over her lips and tasting her juices. Then I probed her opening with my tongue, using it like a small dick, trying to reach all the way inside her to pleasure her. I found her G-spot and licked at it, then went back to her clit, circling and nibbling it as she moaned and pushed her ass in my face to tell me she wanted more.

I liked the feeling of being in control. I kept my hands on her hips and ran my tongue over her pussy again. I moved one hand down and started to finger her, rubbing her G-spot, making her writhe. I stroked her slowly, then faster, dictating the pace of her pleasure, as she abandoned herself to the intensity of this encounter. She gasped as I placed my tongue at her asshole, probing lightly at the opening. I licked all around it, lubricating her with my saliva, and when I entered her with my tongue she gasped again, this time in ecstasy. Soon she was begging me to fuck her.

With my tongue still poking at her anus, I stroked her clit with one hand, sliding the other up over her stomach to her breasts. She was wearing only her garter belt, stockings and heels, with her dress bunched around her middle. She groaned and shuddered as I massaged her nipples. As she again pleaded with me to fuck her, I could see through the trees that a state trooper had pulled up to check our car. Thank God I’d had enough sense to turn it off and shut the doors.

Still watching the cop, I stood up behind Julie, dropped my pants and shorts, lined up my cock and slid it inside her. She moaned loudly, but not loud enough for the cop to hear. I started to pump very slowly, giving her just the head at first, moving it in and out and going deeper inch by inch. When she asked for it all I held back, and when she shoved herself back at me I pulled out. I was again in control, and it was driving her crazy.

As I pumped in and out, gradually giving her more, I slid a hand beneath her and rolled her clit with two fingers, while my other hand did the same with her nipples, pulling at them lightly. Julie was in heaven. She begged me to fuck her harder, driving her hips back into me. Suddenly she cried out that she was about to come. She was getting very noisy, and I quickly checked to make sure the trooper hadn’t noticed. But he was just getting back in his car, having, as I found out later, tagged my car as abandoned.

Julie was shuddering with the beginning of her orgasm. She could barely hold on to the tree as waves of pleasure shook her from top to bottom. Parts of her seemed to lock in place as the rest of her quivered with pleasure, until gradually the convulsions took over her whole body. It was a good thing the trooper had gone, because now she was screaming with pleasure. I couldn’t hold out anymore. I drove my dick as deep inside her as I could, holding it there for a second, then pulling out until the head was almost free, then plunging in again one last time as I spurted and spurted, filling her squirming cunt with my jism.

My legs suddenly felt weak and I slipped to the ground. I slid over to sit with my back against the tree, and Julie lowered herself slowly into my lap. We kissed passionately. Then she lay her head on my shoulder, and we rested in that position for a few minutes.

After our breathing returned to normal, I told her we’d better go if we wanted to have any chance of making her plane. I got up and dressed quickly, but Julie didn’t bother. She just walked back to the car the same way she had left it, in her garter belt, stockings and heels, her dress wrapped around her waist. I had never known a woman like her.

Back on the road she managed to pull herself together, then gave me a blowjob to thank me for the ride. When we got to the airport we found that her flight had been delayed, so she was still able to make it. We kissed passionately one more time, and she promised to call me next time she was in town.–N.K., Dallas, Texas

Apr 04, 2005 No Comments