After spending five years living 1,000 miles from my family, I finally went home for my sister’s wedding.

As a groomsman, I wasn’t needed until the rehearsal the night before, and I arrived at the church as the wedding planner was pairing off the bridal party.

I’d barely taken off my coat when I was tugged into the aisle and my arm hooked through someone else’s. When I looked over, my crush from my teen years was smiling at me. A stirring in my boxers confirmed that distance hadn’t killed my attraction to Casey, but I wasn’t about to make any moves the night before my sister’s wedding.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I didn’t appreciate her presence. Being Casey’s partner for the ceremony gave me the perfect excuse to ogle the woman who’d spent so many nights haunting my dreams. We were even placed at the same table at the reception, and we decided to sit together to catch up.

Eventually, everyone else from the table left, lost to the bar and the dance floor. With the party raging around us, Casey and I were as alone as we could be in a ballroom full of people.

I thought I had the perfect opportunity to lay the groundwork for an after-hours party of our own. But I was a little disappointed when Casey turned her attention to her purse and pulled out a mirror and lip gloss. But things quickly got more interesting.

Careful to catch my eye as she touched the wand to her parted lips, Casey took her time applying the cherry-red color. The fullness of her bottom lip demanded several swipes, each one making my dick just a bit harder. After carefully tracing her Cupid’s bow, Casey finally closed up the makeup.

Twisting the cylinder between her fingers, a sly look crossed Casey’s eyes as the tube tumbled to the floor.

“Oh,” she gasped, already reaching down. “I dropped my lip gloss.”

Before I could process what was happening, Casey slipped beneath the table. Instead of grabbing the gloss and sliding back into her seat, she disappeared completely.

A light brush of Casey’s fingers against the crotch of my pants was the only warning I received before she opened the metal fastening at my waist and pulled down my zipper.

Stealing a quick look around, I was relieved to see the tables around us were empty. Everyone was either on the dance floor or at the bar on the other side of the ballroom. No one was paying attention to the solo groomsman at the dark table in the corner.

Relaxing into my seat, I pulled the tablecloth further over my lap to ensure I was covered. By that point my dick was already pushing against the soft skin of Casey’s palm. She slid her hand up and down my shaft, gently awakening all of my nerves.

When she traced her fingertip along the underside of my dick, I sucked in a breath so hard that I thought for sure someone would hear me. But the pulsing dance music drowned out any noise I made. Allowing myself to find comfort in the cover that the darkness and loud music of the ballroom provided, I tilted my head back and surrendered completely.

After Casey lulled me into a nice, calm state with the soothing strokes of her palm, she wrapped her warm, wet lips around the tip of my dick. Shocked by the sudden change, my body jolted, pitching me forward into the edge of the table.

Taking my reaction in stride, Casey smoothed her hand over my thigh, soothing the jittering nerves that made my muscles quake. Then she lowered her mouth onto me again, slowly descending my shaft until my dick tapped at the back of her throat.

After a few more exploratory strokes, Casey’s languid slide of her lips developed a distinctive rhythm. It didn’t take long for me to realize she was matching her strokes to the beat of the music. Long notes were marked by a slow and steady descent from the crown to the base while short notes heralded quick, staccato pumps that had Casey’s lips catching on the crown of my dick.

Casey suddenly released my dick from her mouth. The cool air of the room collided with my wet flesh, sending shivers down my spine. Right as Casey took mercy on me by tracing her tongue around the head of my dick, someone returned to the table.

Another groomsman took a seat across from me and offered me a quick smile and nod. Even as my heart pounded against my ribcage, I maintained my composure, carefully exuding an aura of indifference. Meanwhile I mentally begged every deity I could think of to make sure this dude didn’t extend his legs far beneath the table and discover my companion.

Casey clearly heard him join us. Though her lips never left my dick, her body shifted closer to me, nestling between my legs to avoid detection.

Thankfully, a bridesmaid appeared to save us both. She tapped the guy on the shoulder, “You promised you would dance with me to this song!”

Without another glance at me, they were gone. Perfect timing, too — two seconds later I spurted hot semen down Casey’s throat. It was incredible.

Slowly sliding me from her mouth a few seconds later, Casey licked me clean before tucking my erection back into my tuxedo pants.

Ever the gentleman, I glanced around the hall to make sure no one was looking our way before I pulled Casey up to her seat. When she surfaced, I noted with satisfaction that although Casey’s lips were a vibrant red before she’d ducked under the table, not a trace of color remained. Her hair was tousled, too, her thick curls springing free from their pins.

My dick twitched in my pants again, ready for round two in record time.

No longer willing to wait until there was a bed available, I grabbed Casey’s hand and pulled her to the patio door, which was conveniently behind our table. The ground outside the windows was pitched, so you could see the top of the hill from the ballroom windows, but a few feet down the hill you’d become invisible.

“Every time her pussy contracted around my dick, her legs clamped around me.”

Placing my jacket on the grass, I laid Casey down out of sight of the ballroom’s plate glass windows. Eager to help, Casey rolled the skirt of her dress over her hips and ass. The only thing that stood between me and Casey’s pussy was a purple silken thong.

The thong was flimsy and thin, the material molded to her moistened pink pussy lips. Since I hadn’t yet had the privilege of exploring Casey’s body, the only thing that could have manufactured that wetness was her deep-throating my dick at the dinner table. Knowing that me fucking her mouth had gotten Casey’s cunt that wet was almost hotter than the blowjob.

Almost.

Not wanting to waste another minute before getting inside Casey, I fished out a condom I’d hidden in the jacket of my tux — just in case. Plenty of my friends had gotten lucky at weddings, so I’ve always been ready for my turn.

Before I could roll the latex onto my dick, Casey grabbed the condom from my grasp and whispered, “Let me.”

She pulled me down on top of her and rolled us until she sat on top of me, straddling my hips. Then she shimmied down my body and eased open my pants.

When my erection sprang free, Casey stroked it reverently. She ripped open the condom wrapper with her teeth and sucked the tip of the rubber between her lips. Then her mouth was on me again, slowly rolling the condom all the way down the length of my shaft.

This time I did give into my urge to groan. The ground seemed to shake beneath me. I couldn’t wait another minute to fuck this woman.

Rolling us a second time, I used my thighs to spread Casey’s legs. Grabbing her behind the knee, I hitched her leg up around my hip and positioned my dick at her entrance in one smooth move.

Casey whimpered when I pressed against her. She yanked her underwear to the side, and I eased my hips forward until my dick breached her. Then I sank inside, one blissful inch at a time.

I’d nearly hit bottom when Casey wound her legs around me and hooked her ankles at my back. She licked at my lips and whispered, “Don’t be shy. I want all of you.”

Then she flexed her legs, ramming herself against me. When there wasn’t a whisper of space left between us, Casey started to grind against me, rolling her hips so that every thrust rubbed her clit against my body.

I tried to slow the pace, to prolong our pleasure, but Casey was a woman unhinged. With her ankles locked around my waist and my dick entirely inside her, she had complete control over my body. A slight rock of her heels against my back made me buck, driving my dick even deeper inside her.

Every time her pussy contracted around my dick, her legs clamped around me as well. That meant I was limited to pulling out only an inch or so each time. The result was a series of short, hard pumps that made the tension in my body coil tighter and tighter.

When Casey’s legs couldn’t hold me any closer, her arms got in on the action as well. She lazily stroked her fingers up and down my back, digging her nails in hard whenever her pussy started to pulse.

It was all way too much, yet somehow not enough. Determined to hear my name on Casey’s lips, I began to gyrate my hips, making a few exploratory thrusts before finally finding an angle that made Casey moan on impact. Every. Single. Time.

When my own vision fogged and my balls began to tingle, Casey let out a strangled groan. An orgasm began to rock her body, forcing her to untangle her legs from around my body and drop her feet to the ground.

As her last tremors of pleasure faded, she whispered my name over and over again. Flicking her tongue against the sensitive spot beneath my earlobe, Casey whispered, “Stay with me tonight.”

It was all I needed to hear. My second orgasm was even more intense than the first. As I unleashed my come, bright splotches of color filled my vision. Dipping my head down, I closed my eyes and gave myself over completely to the sensations rolling over my body.

When there wasn’t another drop of cream left inside me, my body sagged against Casey’s. After taking a few deep breaths, I found the energy to whisper, “I’d love to.”

I’ll be visiting home a lot more often in the future.