A Wedding Reception - Sex Stories

A Wedding Reception

... Wilma's feet. This brings him to just the level of her pussy. He looks up to meet her eyes with a predator-like gleam in his eye, breathing in deeply and releasing the hot air through his nose, over her covered pussy; which causes her to shiver and her nipples to harden.

Standing, once he gets a good grip on the crate, he looks down on Wilma and nods his head to the exit,"Let go and come, this put away."

Stuttering at the word choice, she asks if he meant 'let's go and get'. What she gets in return is a smile that tells her nothing, but promises of things yet to come.

The walk outside towards the large RV, in the crisp afternoon breeze, is faster than Wilma would have expected, but matching the long strides of Jamel, carried them faster than she imagined. He asks her to get the door and she follows him straight towards the back of the vehicle, through a door where she closes it behind herself and leans against it.

Looking around the room, at first glance, it's a jumbled mess of wires, music sheets, and instruments, but as she walks around and peers more closely, she realizes it's a bedroom with an organized chaos feel to it.

Speaking out loud with a curious tone, as Jamel moves and organizes the equipment from the crate, "I'm surprised that you could find a rental vehicle this big, and even more that you filled it so quickly. How did you get on the plane with all this stuff? Or did you just buy all the equipment once you landed?"

"Nah, we didn't take a ...

... plane, this is the 'tour bus' from the 'States that my brother and dad worked out of."

"What?! But Caleb, Olivia and Father-in-law said they came by plane"

"They did, I didn't. When my pops got the RV on the cargo ship, he was worried that someone would steal something off it. I saw that as a opportunity to actually be on my own for two weeks after the two years of Caleb and Olivia making kissy faces at each other, and three years of hearing them fuck nearly every night."

Wilma giggles at the thought of someone else having to live with her sister's hypersexual nature, but that only reminded her of the heat building her belly and her hardened nipples. She then decides to try out one of the things her sister's friends told her, and notices a box hanging halfway off a shelf. Reaching up on her toes, she pushes her ass out swaying it side to side, as she tries to push the box back on the shelf, only to lose her balance; unbalanced and unused to the movement, she loses her footing. Thinking she's about to fall, she tries to catch herself but a hard chest and stomach stops her fall backwards as a pair of hands grips both sides of her waist.

Jamel leans down close to Wilma's ear, pulling her ass more into his hardening pants-covered dick as Wilma lets out a quiet involuntarily moan, lifting her neck out to the side to give him more access to it.

"You should be more careful where you're stepping, can't have my minx getting herself hurt."

Wilma whimpers at the deep voice ...