A bridesmaid sets her sights on a handsome hunk in a tux and vows to have the time of her life.

My most unforgettable lay to date happened during my sister’s wedding. To be honest, it wasn’t a single quick hookup. It was more like an extended sex session that lasted a good part of the day. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain.

I’d been flirting with Luke, the best man, for most of the week leading up to the big day, and my sister made it clear: After the toasts, we were all free to do as we pleased. But I’m not sure if what I wound up doing was what she had in mind!

While the rest of the wedding party and guests filled the dance floor, Luke and I snuck off to my hotel suite.

He locked the door behind us and immediately shrugged off his tuxedo jacket and draped it over a chair. Then he wrapped me in his arms and nuzzled my neck. His fingers played with the satiny fabric of my horrid bridesmaid dress, scrunching it up around my hips.

“Careful, you can’t rip it. At least not yet,” I teased.

He unzipped the top half of my dress and laid a kiss on my shoulder before telling me, “I know. That’ll happen later tonight. But we can still have a good time now.”

Heeding my words, he eased the delicate spaghetti straps of my dress down my arms, peeling the garment away and freeing my breasts from their snug enclosure.

That left my breasts bare, sitting high above the gown’s ribbed bodice.

“Oh, yes,” he said, his voice dripping with admiration.

He held my tits in his hands and ran his thumbs over my nipples as he said, “I’ve been waiting for this all week.”

He gave my breasts a gentle squeeze, then pinched my nipples — not too hard, but enough to send a bolt of excitement straight to my pussy. I closed my eyes and arched my back, pressing my tits more firmly into his palms.

“After you sent me that naked selfie, I’ve been dreaming about getting my hands on your tits,” Luke confessed.

Next, he tweaked my nipples even harder. The sharp nip of pain that followed faded quickly, but it sparked a persistent pulse in my pussy.

I tilted my head back and let out a moan. He seemed to have the magic touch, and I couldn’t wait for him to continue exploring my eager body.

He lowered his head and swirled his tongue around one of my nipples. My knees nearly buckled, but I managed to stay upright. I grabbed hold of Luke’s biceps and gave them a squeeze, using his strong body to steady myself.

Luke nestled his face in my plentiful cleavage and then began raining kisses all over my heaving breasts.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he groaned, pushing my boobs together so their ample flesh hugged his face. “I love your breasts.”

Luke sucked one nipple into his mouth and pinched the other between his fingers, and his satisfied hum rumbled against my skin. He nipped at the turgid bud, gently scraping his teeth over the tender peak. He turned and rested his head on my breast.

“I could stay here, just like this, for the rest of the night,” he joked.

Next, he kissed a path down into the valley between my breasts and wandered south until he reached the underside of my tits, which he lavished with attention. Then he rose and trailed his lips up and over my collarbone, while his hands skimmed along my hips and ass, gliding easily over the shiny fabric of my dress.

“It doesn’t feel like you’re wearing any underwear.”

I shook my head and admitted, “I didn’t want panty lines.”

“Thank God for that.”

His hands dropped to my hips and spun me so I was facing away from him. That let me buck back against Luke and rub my ass against his swelling bulge, which made my clit pulse with impatience.

He tugged the skirt of my dress up above my ass and bent me over the back of the couch. My breasts pressed against the leather upholstery. The cool material chilled my skin and made my nipples so hard they ached.

His fingers grazed my inner thigh, catching the edge of my gash on his way up to my ass. When he reached my butt, he gave it a stinging smack.

I gasped, but Luke quickly massaged away the pain, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation in its place. He continued to explore me, the tips of his fingers brushing against my asshole and sending a shiver up my spine.

He circled my rear entrance with his finger before dipping into my cleft.

“Baby, you are so wet,” he drawled. He plunged his thumb into my pussy and pulled it out just as fast.

Seconds later, I heard a sucking noise that told me Luke was cleaning my juices off his thumb. He released a happy little hum that told me he was enjoying my flavor.

Then, he rested his hands on my hips, his fingers gently stroking my skin as he leaned down to nuzzle his face against my plush ass cheeks.

“An amazing butt to complement your incredible breasts.”

Luke took two handfuls of my cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing the most vulnerable parts of me to his gaze. Leaning in, he circled my asshole with his tongue before giving it a kiss. His thumb traced the same path that his tongue had taken, slipping and sliding as it passed over my saliva-slickened hole.

When I moaned in appreciation, he sank his thumb inside my rear passage, then he stood and bent at my side, getting as near to my ear as he could before saying, “I’ll be thinking about this when the bride and groom cut the cake later tonight.”

The sound of ripping foil preceded Luke’s condom-sheathed cock tracing my slit.

“Now, you’ll finally be mine,” he said.

Luke rubbed the head of his cock against my slit, spreading the dew that had collected between my folds.

“I love how wet you are for me,” he said.

Then he thrust his hips, entering me in one fluid motion.

“Oh, Luke. Yes!” I cried out.

I slapped my hand on the sofa. My nails scraped across the leather as I struggled to keep a grip the furniture.

Luke’s thumb had once again penetrated my asshole. He rested the other fingers of that hand atop the curve of my backside, clutching my ass like a handle. He used his hold on my body to rock me back and forth, quickly shuttling his cock in and out of my pussy.

Getting fucked in two holes at once always makes me gush like a fucking faucet. The harder Luke screwed my pussy, the tighter my asshole became. It held his thumb in a vise-like grip, holding him hostage and delivering unparalleled pleasure to me.

Very slowly, he rotated his thumb.

It was more than I could handle quietly. Unable to stop myself, I let out a moan.

Somehow I had a serious thought amid my sex-induced haze and remembered it wouldn’t be good to get caught being fucked with a guy’s thumb up my ass during my sister’s wedding reception.

I grabbed a nearby throw pillow and shoved my face into it to muffle my cries.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he muttered.

The hand Luke had hooked around my ass flexed, squeezing me inside and out and making my vision blur. The second time he did it, my knees buckled. The third time, I damn near fell headfirst onto the couch because my orgasm left me feeling like the bones in my legs had turned to jelly.

I hugged that tiny pillow tight to tamp down the volume of the expletives falling from my lips. I might have been quiet enough to keep people in the hallway from knowing what was going on, but there was no way my climax was a secret to Luke.

His palm collided with my ass cheek again, and this time, I saw stars. My skin sizzled like I was caught under a shower of sparks. Everything tingled — from the top of my head all the way down to my toes.

“God, you feel good,” he muttered as his hips picked up steam.

Luke was absolutely pounding my pussy, and my spasming cunt massaged his cock as he thrust in and out of me. He clutched my hips hard, and his movements took on a staccato quality. He drove his cock at lightning-fast speed as his orgasm hit him hard. He continued pounding into me until he’d drained himself of every last bit of come. He was like an animal.

Totally shattered, Luke collapsed on top of me, caging my body with his own against the couch.

He kissed my head, then he lifted himself up and slid his dick out of me. His fingers traced a line up my back, traveling from the dip above my ass past my shoulder blades all the way to the nape of my neck.

“You are beautful — and sexy as fuck,” he said breathlessly.

Luke helped me up and smoothed my dress down over my legs. Then he rolled the straps back up my arms and zipped me back into my dress.

After I’d straightened Luke’s boutonniere and the lapels on his jacket, he bent and kissed me again.

We snuck into the hallway and slipped back into the ballroom, one at a time. We danced on opposite ends of the floor for a bit, biding our time until we could meet up again.

Eventually, we made our way to the back of the hall and found a secluded table, tucked in a dark corner far from the dance floor. I knew we should have waited until we could escape to one of our rooms, but I couldn’t resist him once we found ourselves alone at the banquet round.

Luke took hold of my wrist and stealthily moved my hand to his lap where he rested it atop his bulge.

I kept my eyes on the dance floor to make sure no one was watching us. But the open bar had definitely kicked in, and everyone was whooping it up. They didn’t have a second to spare for the two of us off in the dimly lit corner.

Luke nodded to where my sister and her groom were dancing, surrounded by their raucous friends.

“They’re enjoying their wedding,” he said. “I want to enjoy you.”

Luke reached down, undid the fastenings on his tuxedo pants and opened the zipper. His boxers were tented like an iron pole stood beneath them. I guess, in a way one did.

I slipped my hand into the slit in his underwear and curved my fingers around his cock, knowing the floor-length tablecloth was providing us plenty of cover. Even though we had already fucked, this was the first time I was holding his shaft in my hand.

His skin was hot and as lustrous as satin. It slid easily beneath my fingertips as they danced along his shaft.

But suddenly I got a dirty idea. Using my free hand, I grabbed a small packet of butter that sat near the edge of the table. I knocked it into my lap, then I opened the foil and dipped my fingers into the softened grease.

I rubbed my butter-slick fingers over his cock, thoroughly greasing his skin, then I clasped his meat in my hand and pumped it up and down. I gave my wrist a quick twist upon reaching his cockhead, running my fingers over every inch of it before traveling back to the base of his erection. I repeated the same motion, knowing it was driving him mad.

Each time I reached the tip of his shaft, I squeezed a little bit harder, exerting pressure on his sensitive mushroom cap. The butter allowed my hand to glide along his skin even better than lotion. With its help, I was slipping and sliding on his rod with nothing to slow me down.

Before long, Luke started to lose his cool. He dug his heels into the floor and lifted his ass out of the chair.

Sensing I didn’t have much time before the big explosion, I snagged a stray napkin off the table and immediately used it to capture the load Luke jettisoned into my hand.

“If we were alone, I would’ve taken that in my mouth,” I whispered.

“The night is young,” he replied with a wink that made my pussy quiver.

After we cleaned ourselves up, we made separate trips to the bar and mingled with other guests. We didn’t see each other again until it was time take our leave.

Luke pressed the plastic key card for his hotel room into my hand and said, “Meet me there as soon as you can.”

I bid my sister and her new husband goodnight and booked it to Luke’s room on the second floor.

Our earlier encounters had merely whet my appetite, and now I was hungry for the main course.

Upon entering Luke’s room, I heard the shower running.

“I’m in here!” he called out.

I kicked off my shoes and opened the bathroom door, allowing the steam to escape like rolling fog. It took me a moment to spot Luke’s frame on the other side of the glass shower door.

Water sluiced over his body, running in rivulets along the cuts and grooves of his sculpted muscles.

He opened the shower door and reached out an arm, gesturing for me to  turn around and face away from him.

“Let’s get you out of that god-awful gown,” he said, dragging down my zipper. When it reached the bottom of its track, he gave either end a tug, tearing the dress straight down its seam.

“Now you never have to wear it again,” he said with a laugh.

Suddenly naked, I turned toward Luke and wound my arms around his neck.

“My hero,” I said with a smile.

I joined him under the water. Finally, we were standing skin-to-skin with no confining formal wear between us.

I hooked my leg over his hip and leaned forward, allowing my clit to press against his muscular thigh. Then I kissed him as if I were a sailor on leave. It was a long, deep, desperately probing kind of kiss. The type you give when you find yourself so hopelessly lost in someone that you know you’ll never find your way back to the person you were before.

Luke mirrored my enthusiasm. His hands moved quickly over my body, almost like he couldn’t decide what part to touch first. A quick visit to my hip, a side trip to my ass and a brief detour to my breasts were all stops on his grand tour.

He dipped into the crevice between my ass cheeks, brushing his fingers over my puckered hole before wandering even farther and nudging my slit.

“Have you been this wet all night?”

I nodded.

“God, you’re amazing,” he sighed.

He grabbed my ass cheeks, lifting me up, and I looped my legs around his waist as he backed me against the wall.

The wet tile was slick on my back. I briefly slid against the wall, forcing Luke to hold me even tighter to steady me.

“Do you mind if I go bareback this time?” he asked, sounding desperate.

I shook my head and told him, “Go ahead. I want to feel you. All of you.”

He reached between our bodies, took his erection in his fist and guided it to my streaming snatch. Its flared head bumped against my pussy lips, as if politely asking for permission to enter before sliding in.

“Oh, Luke,” I moaned.

In no time, his cock was buried to the hilt inside me. My cunt quivered around him, drawing him even further into my depths.

Water flowed over our bodies. It dripped in between us, lubricating our skin.

Already, I found myself falling into a state of unmitigated bliss. Though we’d only known each other for a few days, there was a frenetic energy that surged between us. Together, our bodies could work magic.

Luke pressed me into the wall as he pistoned his cock into my pussy. If I angled my hips just right, he rubbed my G-spot with every thrust.

When I tensed my thighs and flexed my hips, I could bounce myself on his dick. Now it was my turn to set the pace for our fuck session.

I pulled my hips up as high as I could without pulling Luke’s cock from my cunt completely, then I slammed our bodies together again, swallowing him up in one swift motion.

“Oh, fuck,” he shouted.

He hitched his hips, fucking me hard and fast. He was unstoppable.

“You like this,” he grunted.

“Yes. Yes!”

“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned.

He hammered his cock into my pussy, fucking me with such force that my ass slapped loudly against the wet wall.

“Oh, Luke,” I screamed.

My fingernails dug into Luke’s broad, muscular shoulders — no doubt leaving tiny red dents behind.

He leaned down and placed a kiss at the center of my cleavage, then he trailed his lips up along my neck, stopping just beneath my earlobe. All of that attention to my sensitive flesh had my pussy flowing like a fountain.

I writhed against his strong body, caught between 200 pounds of hot, muscular man and the shower wall.

Luke started corkscrewing his hips, adding an extra dimension to our fucking, and I almost lost my damn mind. His pounding cockhead hit the most sensitive spots inside me just right, and his relentless hammering triggered my second mind-bending orgasm of the evening.

Luke followed close behind. Within seconds, I felt the hot rush of his come filling my core.

When we finally caught our breath, we carefully parted and Luke made sure I was steady on my feet. He laid a soft, sweet kiss on my lips and grabbed a towel off the warming rack. He bundled me up before snagging a towel for himself. Then he led me to the bed, where we fucked for the rest of the night — and some of the morning, too!