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THE WEDDING GIFT

My wife and I were invited to wedding.  It is important for this story to get the players straight.  My wife's male cousin who is thirty something would be marrying a younger woman in her early twenties.  The wedding was to be held at the groom's house, situated on a decent size piece of wooded real estate, and was quite a long trip from home.

The drive was uneventful.  Some members of the wedding party were already there, helping the bride get ready upstairs or helping with the caterers.  The bride had selected her sister (who was close in age) as her maid of honor, and several of their mutual friends would be acting as informal brides maids.  One of these women (although I almost called them "girls" by accident) was their close friend from out of town, Janie.  She was tall with long legs, a relatively short dress, plain young face with little makeup, and a small chest.  She caught my eye early.

The ceremony came off like clockwork, and we all gravitated to the buffet that was spread from kitchen through the dining room.  The alcohol flowed freely, and I took a bit more than my share.  I figured this was okay, since we were staying at a bed and breakfast nearby and not making the trip home that evening.  Any excuse in a storm.

The packed in crowd was getting to me, with the heat of the bodies and the smell of perspiration and the drinking, I decided to clear my head with some fresh air by taking a walk around the property.  There were no lights, and my vision wasn't what it was at the beginning of the evening, so I wandered around by moonlight with my arms out, feeling my way.  I didn't want to encounter a sudden tree branch or bush with thorns and hurt myself.  Suddenly my hand struck something soft.  It was Janie, the tall friend from out of town.  She too was overwhelmed by the crowd and had decided to take a walk.  My outstretched hand had accidentally bumped into her chest and it was still there.  I felt quite awkward, standing there in the dark with one hand on the small chest of a young lady I didn't know, but she helped me with the moment.  "No one pays much attention to me up there", she kidded.

Instead of removing my hand, I began to stoke her chest gently, with light, caressing squeezes.  Janie moaned softly in pleasure, as I reached  my other hand out to find her back.  I pulled her closer to me, and she came willingly.  My hand was now working its way under her skirt, and I found the expected panty hose.  Stockings and a garter belt would have caused me to lose it right there, so thank goodness.  Janie was cooperative and spread her legs slightly so I could move my hand up the inside of her thighs.  Meanwhile, she was reaching up to unbutton the back of her dress.  A few deft movements, and I removed my hand briefly so that the dress would fall away, leaving a thin camisole covering her breasts.  I could feel extended and hard nipples through the material, and they got harder at my continued touch.  Janie finally decided to make the groping mutual, and reached down to undo my belt, front button and zipper, partially freeing an already rigid shaft just peeking out over the top of my jockey shorts.

Now, what to do?  We were both horny and ready, and we were still alone, at least for the moment.  My eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, so I led Janie to a nearby tree, a stately old thing with a large trunk.  I posed her facing the trunk, and put her hands on it, the same ones that had been caressing my prick through my shorts.  I stood behind her, my pants hanging loose at my hips.  I bent down and put my hands on her shapely calves, and moved them slowly up her legs, caressing as I went.  I continued past the hem, all the way up to her waist, when I found the top of her panty hose and undies.  I pulled her panty hose and undies down in one quick motion.  She shuddered as the night air hit her exposed backside.  I let my pants fall to my knees and pushed my skivvies down to the same height.  I positioned my penis at her moist opening, hoping she would get the hint to assist.  She wiggled against me, but didn't make any move to help with the process.  I reached both hands around to her shoulders, slipping the camisole down, and then cupped her breasts in my hands with her nipples between my fingers.  I whispered in her ear, "Please put me in", and she hesitantly reached around to feel my naked penis at the door of her throbbing grotto.  Carefully, with just two fingers as if she didn't want to handle me, she manipulated the head just past the outer cunt lips.  I leaned forward to go deeper, and she cried out, but softly.  I thought I heard other people in the distance, but ignored the sounds.  She looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Be gentle, this is my first time."

Oh my god, a virgin.  Taking a virgin from behind in the backyard of my wife's cousins house.  My adrenaline was pumping and I strained to keep it under control.  I wanted to fuck her out of her shoes, but at the same time I didn't want to hurt her or scare her, or draw attention to us.  I began a slow rocking motion, just within the fraction of an inch I had penetrated.  Janie began to loosen up and move with me.  My continuing massage of her breasts and nipples didn't hurt any, either.  Pretty soon, Janie and I were in serious motion, and she was leaning backward against me, as my penetration increased slightly.  I reached a blockage so I knew we had reached the "never go back" point.  I asked Janie if she wanted to go through with it.  She sighed, and then asked if I would mind if we finished another way.  With that, she pulled forward to dislodge me, then turned around and squatted in front of me, taking my stiff rod in her mouth.  She didn't take much in her mouth, but by that time I was so aroused that a simple touch would have triggered me.  With a great heave accompanied by a great suck, Janie took my load in her mouth, with just a little runoff dropping on the folds of her dress.  She stood up and I kissed her square on the mouth for the first time, tasting myself on her lips.  We straightened out our clothing just as some others from the house came walking over.  Janie headed for the bathroom to care for the "spot" on her dress, and I went to get another drink to cool off.  I wrote the experience off as an accident and one-time liaison, but I was wrong.

Janie and I exchanged glances periodically for the rest of the evening.  When it was time to go, I learned that Janie was staying at the same bed and breakfast as my wife and I were.  Drivers and riders were assigned, and Janie had made sure she would be driving in my car.  The people we had chauffeured to the party sat in the back set, and Janie rode up front, sitting between me and my wife.  It was difficult to think straight, partially because of the liquor and partially because Janie's thigh was squashed up against mine.  Good thing my wife drove or we never would have made it there in one piece.  Janie's smell and the pressure of her body got me stiff again, and I'm sure she noticed.

I helped unpack the car, and the hostess showed us to our rooms.  My wife and I had a miniature suite, which meant a larger room with a private bath.  Janie was down the hall on the same floor, sharing a room with one of her friends.  My wife strode into our bathroom to take a bath, so I excused myself to the bathroom down the hall for a shower. It really wasn't polite of me, since others had to share one bath while my wife and I had a private facility, but I wasn't thinking straight, and was still partially aroused, and thought the shower would clear my head in more ways than one.  I tossed my clothes in a pile on the floor and stepped into the shower stall.  The water felt good on my body, and my thoughts returned to my secret encounter with Janie in the dark behind the house.  Just the though of how she felt kept me at half attention, despite the increasing coolness of the water.

I felt a draft as the door to the shared bathroom opened and shut.  I tried to announce my presence in the bathroom, as if the running water wasn't notice enough.  The curtain was pulled back, and Janie stepped in, buck naked.  For the first time, I saw her tall thin body and her small arrow-tipped breasts.  I went to full attention in an instant, and she was pleased, given the grin on her face.  She stepped close to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me with gusto.  I didn't believe it, but I got even harder.  The feeling of her nipples on my chest and her smooth body against mine with the water as lubrication was amazing.

I held her around the waist, and then her buttox, and then she was on her tiptoes with her legs spread and I was crouching just a little, placing my penis back at her opening.  This time she needed no coaching.  With full hand, she grabbed my penis and literally pushed it into her pussy.  I guessed that she had changed her mind, from the enthusiasm she was bringing to the party.  She was still moist from our last meeting, and she writhed against me to increase the depth.  I pushed back, but I can't tell you that I felt it when her hymen was broken.  A few spots of red that washed down the drain were the only evidence.  I shot a load straight up her cunt, and the fit was so tight none of it dripped out, at least while we were standing.  We separated and used the shower to wash off the sex juices.  Okay, so I washed her and she washed me, and we got a little excited again as we took care of all of the strategic places.  By now, the water was approaching freezing, which prevented another erection.  Cleaned off and cooled down, Janie wrapped her towel around her and left the room.  I waited a moment, checked for all clear, and then I returned to my room, wife still soaking in our tub.

I don't expect I'll ever see Janie again, let alone make it with her again.  I just thank my lucky stars that the bride and groom weren't the only ones to consummate a relationship that weekend, even if our relationship ended with the weekend.

An Original H M Tale
