A few weeks back I stood as a groomsman at my college roommate’s wedding.

Though I knew most of the groomsmen, I didn’t meet any of the bridesmaids until the night before at the rehearsal dinner.

Right away, the maid of honor caught my eye. Her long, dark hair hung low on her back, brushing wide hips that gave way to a plump, perky ass.

I made my way to the bar, intent to lay the groundwork for a post-wedding tryst before any of the other asshole groomsmen could get in my way.

Of course, nothing good comes easy. I was halfway to the bar when my buddy’s grandmother caught sight of me. Intercepted by a boisterous bubby, I found myself being led away from the bar and onto the dance floor.

The bridesmaid and I shared a few flirtatious smiles throughout the night, but it wasn’t until after the ceremony the following evening that I found myself standing beside the enigmatic beauty.

I sidled up next to her at the bar, joining the other bridesmaids in taking a celebratory shot. While the rest of the crew gagged and coughed after downing their whiskey, Gia took it like a pro.

“I like a woman who can swallow,” I murmured in her ear.

“I bet you do,” she replied. Turning to face me, she asked, “What else do you like?”

Leaning back, I allowed my eyes to travel down Gia’s body slowly, taking in her face, breasts, and the hourglass dip of her waist before landing on her ass. Smirking, I responded, “Something I can sink my teeth into.”

Gia arched one thin ebony brow. “Well, we can take care of that during cocktail hour.”

Grabbing my hand, Gia turned from the bar and walked toward the hallway that opened to a small atrium where cocktail hour was well underway. But instead of making a left into the area where food was being served, Gia banged a right, heading out the frosted glass doors that led to the gardens.

The venue’s sprawling lawn became deserted after the sunset. Now the property was cast in shadows — the perfect cover for two people seeking some privacy.

We hurried down the walkway, pausing in front of a massive weeping willow that grew from the center of the garden. Making a snap decision, I pulled Gia behind the tree, hiding us from view.

Sweeping my fingers over Gia’s back, I searched for the long ribbons that secured the straps of her dress. When I finally felt the silken ties slip against the pads of my fingers, I gave them a fierce tug, watching with satisfaction as the top of Gia’s dress dropped to expose her breasts.

Placing my hands on her waist, I walked Gia backward until her butt bumped against the tree trunk. By now the bodice of her dress had fallen to her hips, leaving Gia’s entire torso exposed.

Stepping back, I allowed myself a moment to take in the sight before me. The moonlight reflected off of Gia’s skin, accentuating every dip and curve. I brushed my fingers over the slivers of shadow cast over her body, using the dark lines to trace a path along her skin.

When I reached the tips of Gia’s breasts, her nipples hard and pointed, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back with a sigh.

Never one to resist a woman with large, sensitive breasts, I continued to massage Gia’s globes, cupping her in my palm as I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples.

The harder I worked Gia’s nipples, the more she moaned and bucked beneath me. The muted glow of the moon provided all the light I needed to see that my fingers left Gia’s nipples red and swollen.

Still, Gia wanted more. She whimpered and groaned, thrusting her breasts into my hands as she begged me not to stop.

Dipping my head, I lifted one breast to my mouth, drawing her nipple between my lips and sucking.

“Yesss,” Gia groaned. She wound her fingers through my hair, pulling my head hard against her chest.

Determined to keep those sounds of pleasure coming, I dragged my teeth over one turgid bud and rolled the other between my fingers.

“More,” Gia groaned.

Locking her arms around my neck, Gia mounted me with a hop. She wound her legs around my waist and locked her ankles behind my back.

Needing a bit of assistance to keep my hands free to explore Gia’s body, I backed her up against the tree, allowing the trunk to provide the support I needed.

Leaving one hand cupped beneath Gia’s ass for support, I leaned back just enough to slip my other hand between our bodies. Though there was hardly a hair’s width between us, I quickly found Gia’s nipple with my fingertips. But instead of providing the intense pressure Gia so clearly craved, I kept my touch light, gently brushing my fingers over the hot, engorged flesh.

“Enough,” Gia groaned.

She unwrapped her legs from my waist and lowered herself to the ground, her feet landing with a soft crunch.

Gia’s next move nearly brought me to my knees. She bent over and flipped the silken skirt of her gown over her back, exposing her bare, round ass. Leaning forward, she rested her hands on the tree trunk, arching her back and holding her ass up like an offering.

“Prove you’re the Best Man,” she murmured. “Spank me.”

My dick twitched within the confining fabric of my boxer briefs.

Gia’s lush ass was lifted high, making her rounded cheeks look like rolling hills. I traced her curves using the tip of my finger — up and down into her crevice, then up and down again like a roller coaster that promised a screaming good time.

Growing impatient, Gia shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing her cheeks to ripple and shake.

It was a distracting scene, one that had my erection pressing against the hidden fly of my tuxedo pants, demanding to be allowed out to join the fun.

I placed a steadying palm on Gia’s ass cheek and bent over so that my lips brushed her ear. “Shaking your ass in my face isn’t going to make me move any faster,” I warned.

Though Gia didn’t verbally confirm that she heard me, she did stop shaking.

Satisfied, I stroked my palm over her cheek, warming the skin to a pretty shade of pink. After I was done with one cheek I moved to the other, stroking her skin until my hand grew hot.

Not ready to pull away, I gave her ass a squeeze, enjoying the way my fingertips sank into her softness. Finally, I bent my head and laid a kiss on her cheek, followed by a quick little bite — she did say she had something to sink my teeth into, after all.

Ready to see Gia’s ass shake on my own terms, I decided it was time for that spanking she’d requested. Thinking I would start out slowly, I lifted my hand a few inches and laid a light tap on her cheek, producing a ripple effect similar to a stone landing in a lake.

“Mmm, more,” she moaned.

Happy to oblige, I rained a series of light smacks on both cheeks. Rather than commit to a pattern, I picked a new place for my hand to land each time, enjoying the little gasps of surprise that came from Gia after every slap.

Gia’s cries of pleasure pushed me to bring my hand down harder each time. It didn’t hurt that every time my hand connected with Gia’s ass, her cheeks would jiggle. God, how I loved how Gia’s ass jiggled. I’d slap her seven ways to Sunday just to see that ass shake.

Even when her skin turned from light pink to red, Gia still wanted more — and so did I.

Spurred by impatience, I tore at the clasp that kept my pants closed, tugging at the waistband until the zipper gave way as well. Then I let the pants fall around my ankles, not giving a shit if they became covered in dirt.

There was no need to remove my boxers; my hard cock had already sprung free. Reaching into my tuxedo jacket, I pulled out a condom and tore the packet open with my teeth. Placing one hand on Gia’s ass to brace myself, I used the other to roll the condom down my shaft.

Protection in place, there was nothing holding me back now. I plowed into Gia, enjoying how her walls hugged my dick before relaxing, opening up so that I could bury myself to the hilt. 

Placing one hand on either hip, I curled my fingers into Gia, holding on as I pistoned into her. Wanting to feel Gia grow tight like when I first slid inside her, I laid another hard slap on her ass.

I’m not sure what was louder: the crack of my hand connecting with Gia’s skin or the pleasure-drunk scream that ripped from her chest.

That did it. I was unhinged, absolutely consumed with a need to come inside Gia’s tight pussy.

I slid one hand around to Gia’s front and slipped between her thighs, seeking out her clit to make her come apart. Pressing the pads of my fingers to the little button, I used the natural juices collecting between Gia’s legs to aid in my massage. The more I rubbed, the tighter Gia’s pussy became, her walls rippling and spasming over my shaft.

A sweat broke on my brow and my balls grew tight. Gritting my teeth, I pumped into Gia harder, making her ass press flush against my pelvis with every thrust.

I was close now, careening toward the finish with Gia by my side. Knowing I wouldn’t last much longer, I landed one final slap on Gia’s ass.

Gia’s back arched, her body tight as a bow. Her pussy grew tight as a vise, but the hot fluid pouring from her core ensured that I could slide in and out with ease.

As the aftershocks of Gia’s orgasm rolled over my dick, I abandoned what little self-control I had left, pounding into her pussy until my come shot into the condom in long, hot spurts.

Panting and exhausted, I pulled Gia to my chest and turned to the tree, slumping against its trunk for support.

Gia turned in my arms and gave me a quick kiss. Already steady on her feet, she backed away and straightened her dress.

“Come find me if you’re feeling hungry again,” she said with a wink.

Then she crossed the lawn and went back inside alone, which was just as well. Staying apart in public made it much less suspicious when we disappeared to the bridal suite later that night.