A Wedding Reception - Sex Stories

A Wedding Reception

... that shows off his slick shoulders. All the while, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off the athletic muscled forearms; Wilma's eyes traveling up his arm to his shirt which barely contain his biceps that makes her breath hitch.

Breaking out of her stupor, she realizes the fact that all the people in the group, especially Jamel, are watching her. As she passes the group of heavy lifters Wilma lets herself break into a stupidly happy smile at the fact that Jamel seems to be trying to rip her out of her clothes with just his eyes before settling into a cool neutral expression, making sure to keep her feet steady as she does her best impression of a supermodel strut, only to nearly trip over some wires in the doorway. Blushing heavily at the slight fuck-up in front of the man she's trying to woo she quick moves towards family and friends she knows to help set up the venue hall for tonight.

For the next few hours, Wilma is a whirlwind of activity-- pulling up streamers; organizing seating arrangements; occasionally chasing off an aunt and uncle who want to get a taste of the beer before everyone else, talking with family members who, like her, decided to come a bit earlier to help with the venue to make sure everything was perfect for the new husband and wife.

All the while, she's done her best to brush past Jamel's front with her ass, pulling at her party dress to have it really tightened against her curves in a faux notion of trying to get cool air in, as he ...

... talks to someone he knows, bending over at her waist to pick something up whenever Jamel was behind her to catch his eye and hint at the fact that she doesn't have a panty line; crouching down a bit farther than necessary, whenever he was in sight so he would could look down her C-cupped cleavage; smiling slightly at the hungry look he gives her when we he believes she can't see him.

As the preparation is winding down and the only things that need moving are the more strenuous activities, she finally finds a chance to sit and rest, she locates a nearly full table with a couple of her sister's friends, who wave her towards the free seat. Thanking them as she sits, they begin to make small talk about random things-- how nice the wedding ceremony was; wondering about the music, the groom and his band will be playing; comparing dresses; how the food tonight will be perfect as one of them had hired the catering company before.

Though, as they continue to talk, Wilma felt that they were dancing around the topic they really wanted to discuss.

One of them seemly both annoyed at the hemming and hawing and excited at the prospect of gossip bursts out, "You've been playful provoking someone this entire afternoon who is? Who's the person who's got Olivia's ever-so-focused little sister so excited?"

Heavily blushing, Wilma stutters out a couple half-spoken denials, but the grins and giggling stop her and she goes into how she wants to captivate her certain man and how she had ...