Weddings..  by Julie
 

Family weddings are a bit of a dirge, and I expect this one to be no different, especially since it is for a distant relation and I really don't know the couple very well. They are quite a bit younger than I. We'd never played as children and I am quite a bit younger than their parents so I feel a little out of my element. I am stuck in the middle. Even worse is that my date is my mother. I am attending a family wedding with my mother as my date. I feel a little bit my age. But I made my mind up before I left that even if I was going to feel out of place, I will at least look good. I love a reason to dress up.

 I select my outfit carefully. I am wearing a silver iridescent lace dress. It has spaghetti straps and is form fitting. It accents every curve and the fringe on the hemline tickles my calves as I walk. I comb my shiny blonde hair until it shimmers and carefully secure it with a pin near the back of my head. My shoulders and neck are exposed, showing my muscled back and firm arms. My outfit is primarily for me to help me feel less awkward at the family gathering. I am not prepared to answer questions as to where my husband is or how he is doing. Since our separation, I am very close mouthed about the situation. I'm in no mood to be introduced to Aunt Millie's best friend's son, the nice young man who still wears glasses taped at the nosepiece. But it is important that I look good to deflect such "helpfulness"… I hope the relatives assume that since I look so good, I must have a dozen prospects.

 The reception is exactly as I expect. The friends of the bride and groom are all vibrant exciting recent college graduates. Their area of the room takes on a fraternity party atmosphere as they celebrate with vigor. The family side of the room is rather staid, filled with family pulling out pictures of recent births and gossiping about who had the latest surgery and for what. I feel completely in between.

 That is when I notice Nina. More accurately all the men in the room notice her and I look to see whom they were watching. She stands out as she twirls with the bridesmaids on the dance floor. Obviously, she is close with all the girls, but not close enough to be relegated to the powder blue taffeta full-length highly uncomfortable bridesmaid dress. Nina instead went for all out glamour. Every eye in the room is magnetized to her. Her dark chestnut brown hair gleams under the dance lights; her sultry body is swathed in a clinging fire engine red dress. It drapes over her shoulders, dipping low on her back.

 Scornfully, my older cousin leans towards me and says, "Every wedding has the girl in the red dress. Guess that's her." I smile and repeat the advice I received long ago, "I give her credit. I was told by a very wise lady to wear it while you can. There will be a day that comes when you can never again wear something that beautiful, so you'd better grab it while you can. I think the lady in red is bold and stunning." Aghast not to have recruited me, I feel my cousin's icy stare. I just smile and watch the action.

 About ten minutes later, Nina saunters to the bar for a drink. She is surrounded by the men in the room hoping for at least a smile in their direction. The same cousin found her husband in line to be close to Nina and grumbles. I decide to keep Jimmy out of trouble and intervene. I confidently remember that I look nearly as good as Nina, if not 15 years older, and walk over to the bar. I edge close to Jimmy and whisper, "You need to take Suze her drink, she's very thirsty." Before he protests that Suze isn't drinking, I order a glass of ice water and command, "Take this to her." Then I turn to Nina and smile apologetically, "I'm sorry about that, my cousin was about to make a fool of himself and tick off his wife in the process, I hope you don't mind me sending him away." She laughs and touches my hand gently, "Men can be so silly sometimes."

 I enjoy her dazzling smile and her candor and strike up a conversation. She is a sorority sister of the bride and asks how I am related. I explain that the groom is a distant cousin, that I am the "old cousin" of the group. She looks at me quizzically and asks, "Old?" I tell her I will turn 37 the following day, and she leans in and kisses me tenderly on the cheek, saying, "I hope I look as good as you do." As our eyes meet, I realize that Nina is flirting with me. I ask when she will be following the bride down the aisle and she simply answers, "Never… I have no interest in men." I am both floored and flattered. The sexiest woman there who has the eyes of all the men riveting to her isn't even interested in them. At that moment, she works her seductive charms on me.

 I never imagine myself to be interested in another woman. I have not experimented or even been curious. But the rush of having Nina flirting with me is exciting. I am strangely aroused. Her raw sexuality transcends gender and completely lures me. Nina personifies sexual arousal.

 At this point, small talk becomes utterly ridiculous. I touch Nina's hand and state, "I like you." She nods, "You are just beautiful. Can we go somewhere to be alone?" My head is spinning and my heart thumping as I reply; "I'll meet you downstairs in about 10 minutes. I need to leave gracefully."

 I delicately extract myself from the family clutches, pleading the need to get up early the following morning. Like a smitten teen on a first date, I take the stairs two at a time to see Nina waiting for me by the doorway. She radiantly smiles and we walk to my car.

 Settling into my car, I look over at her. Her lips are dewy as she runs her tongue over them. I wonder what it will be like to kiss a woman. She reads my mind as she leans towards me. Touching my cheek and turning my face to hers at the same time, I am enveloped by her tender lips. Her skin is softer than anyone who'd ever kissed me previously and her creamy lipstick massages my lips. Such a sweet kiss and I suck into her mouth, absorbing her sensual lips and swirling my tongue around hers. I've not been kissed by a woman and find myself unable to stop. Her subtle urgency is more seductive than anything I've ever experienced with a man. My mouth is alive with a plethora of new sensations and I want to repeat each one until they are memorized.

We continue to kiss and probe each other's mouths with increasing fervor. I pull back and try to catch my breath. My heart pounds ferociously as I attempt to find some words. "Nina, that was the first time…" my voice trails off as she finishes my thought. "The first time you've been kissed by a woman?" As I nod slowly, our eyes never part. I continue, "I've been married for a long time and well we're having some problems now, but I never thought I'd go down this path." She smiles with an innate sense of sisterhood saying, "Who better to know what a woman needs than another woman?"

 "Let me remind you how wonderful it is to be a woman," she whispers as her hand gently reaches under my dress to touch my bare thigh. My skin jumps with desire, as suddenly I want nothing more than for this woman and I to make love. I stop thinking and begin feeling. Her manicured fingers stroke my inner thigh with increasing pressure and move higher up. My pussy lips throb, as I want her to touch me more intimately. A guttural moan escapes from deep in my throat as I clasp her hand in mine, steering her higher. Knowing I was ready for her to touch me is all the green light she needs. I also want to explore her hidden charms and snake my hand under her dress towards her pussy. Her lips are fuller than her hair more closely trimmed than mine. As I part them, the sweet flow of her nectar of desire moistens my hands. I wonder if she tastes like I do.

 Apparently she wonders the same thing as she removes her hand and pulls it up to our lips, gently separating them with her wet finger. I smell my musky juices on her finger and together we lick her cherry red nail tips. I mimic her move and remove my finger to lace my hand with hers, mixing our juices and licking each other clean.

 "Nina?" I tentatively ask, "Would you like to go some place else?" Perfectly in tune with me, she replies, "My apartment is about a mile from here. I live alone, would you like to go there?" I allow my desire to rule me. As we pull into her drive and I kiss her again, uttering breathlessly, "Thank you."

 "Follow me." I do, watching her move with the grace of a gazelle. Her beauty is stunning and I want to move in time with her. I truly believe that sensuality is not about gender at all because I've never wanted another person like I want Nina right now. We walk into her apartment and I fear losing my nerve. I am about to make love with another woman, and I am still married to a man. Intuitively, Nina assures me, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, I simply make it a goal to leave any place I am with the most beautiful woman I can. Tonight I did."

 Her charm and seduction are beyond argument. We both want exactly the same thing. I want to feel like a woman and I know she is the one to accomplish that with. We walk into her bedroom and turn on the lights. Her tall feminine bed looms before us and I feel like I am at a teenager's sleepover but with much more possibility. I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for Nina's cue. She sits behind me wrapping her legs around me and massages my shoulders. Kissing the back of my neck, her steaming breath sets me aflame.

 "Let me undress you," she says as she drops the straps from my dress, caressing my sides, working my dress down until I am naked to the waist. Her touch is unlike any touch I've ever experienced. I could not wait much longer. I ask if I can undress her as well. We face each other as I to remove her dress. My eyes study her firmer smaller breasts, mirroring my larger softer ones. Her thin hips next to my full ones, her long lean legs next to my strong muscled ones. Our separate beauty shines in completely different ways. I want to explore her the way I explore myself and learn if other women react the same ways I do. Her beauty is a work of art.

 Standing on opposite sides of the bed naked, we peel back the bedspread. I smile to myself because only two women would consider that. Snuggling together on her bed, our passion explodes. I want to bring her to a climax. I find myself acting more aggressively. I kiss her neck and travel down her body. My impatience to explore her newness shows as she grabs my shoulders firmly to stop me by her breasts. Her tan large nipples harden with arousal and I need to feel them with my lips. Grazing her nipples with my mouth, I flick my tongue over them back and forth until her nipples protrude nearly half an inch. Suddenly the opportunity to touch someone all the ways I wish to be touched was before me. I want to make love to Nina in a special girlfriend sort of way. I nip at her breasts as she moans with pleasure. I am doing something right; I think it is simply following my instincts. My hands knead her smooth flesh as I work my way down between her legs to discover her mound of womanly desire.

 Ecstatic to finally smell her musky juices, taste is mere moments away. Licking my lips hungrily, I open my mouth and seal it to her inner lips. She is so sweet I want to completely her. I know how I wanted to be orally pleased and I do the same things to her. At some point, I turn my body around so that my hips are positioned above her mouth and she darts her tongue into me as well. Time melts as our bodies writhe in sisterly pleasure. Every touch is like my own without the ability to anticipate. Like touching myself but with the mystery of not knowing what was comes next.

 I don't know how long Nina and I ate each other, it seems like we sucked and nibbled and licked for hours. We bring each other to the peak several times. She orgasms so beautifully. That is something that is like a fingerprint, no two people climax the same way. The mystery is something to behold. She holds her breath as her body involuntarily stiffens with the impending explosion. I feel her cadence and when I no longer feel her chest rising and falling and her legs began to stiffen next to my head, I know she is nearing climax. I can either quicken the pace or draw it out depending on our unspoken bond. When I climax, I pant as I get closer and wiggle away. Nina anticipates my inching away and gently holds me in place as she works her tongue more eagerly. We are awash with pleasure and basking in our climaxes when we turn face to face.

 "Nina, this is magical, how on earth did you ever know?"

 "When I saw you, I sensed your smoldering passion. Why would a woman come to a wedding dressed to the nines to sit with a bunch of old aunts and uncles? You had more to offer and I could see that. When you came over to rescue your cousin, I thought to myself, he's not the one needing to be rescued. I wanted you to notice me because beauty finds beauty. I'm glad we found each other this evening."

I wrap my arms around Nina and we drift off to sleep. There is more to our story, but that is for another time. Let's just end this one by saying; I'll never again consider that wedding a dirge. I couldn't be happier I went.

Sarah had just got home from work, it had been a long hard day and her feet ached, as she got in the door, she kicked her heels off she had been on her feet too much today, she drops her bag by her shoes before going to the kitchen to get a glass of juice from the fridge.

For a change as Steve isn’t home yet she decides to have a soak in the bath and try ease her aching feet before cooking dinner, going upstairs and grabbing a big fluffy towel from the airing cupboard she heads into the bathroom, she puts the towel on the heated towel rail, then starts running the bath pouring some mango bath oil under the tap as it runs.

Once the bath is ready, Sarah starts to undress unfastening her blouse buttons slipping it off followed by her lacy bra placing them on the closed toilet seat then slips her skirt off followed by her stocking hold ups and lacy knickers placing them with the rest of the clothes before getting into the bath and sinking down into the hot mango scented oiled water, the warmth of the water the aroma too helping to soothe her feet and make her relaxed she closes her eyes.

Whilst Sarah’s relaxing Steve gets home from work, also having had a long hard day he notices Sarah’s shoes just inside the front door so knows she’s home already, he walks through to the kitchen expecting to find her there cooking their dinner as she usually is, but she isn’t there! He gets himself a cold can of coke from the fridge opens it and pours it into a glass from the sink drainer before going to find Sarah and get the kiss and cuddle he’d been looking forward to all day.

 He soon realises Sarah isn’t down stairs so he makes his way up the stairs, as he reaches the top stair he notices the bathroom light on, pushing on the slightly ajar door opening it a little more he peeks round the door seeing Sarah laying in the bath relaxing eyes closed, Steve eyes her slender body, her long smooth legs, her shapely firm breasts, as he stands silently just by the door way.

Steve steps into the bathroom, leans over and puts his glass down on the bath edge the clink of the glass on the ceramic bath disturbing Sarah she suddenly opens her eyes and smiles, Steve leans down and kisses Sarah’s smiling lips, as his lips lock to hers, he trails a hand gently down her face down to a nipple that’s  just above the water level, he catches the nipple between his finger and thumb rolling it  between them, the kiss ends and Steve leans over picking up the nearby soap clasping the soap tightly in his hand he slides it slowly down her body, gently rubbing it over her breasts dipping the soap in the water  then back up over her breasts, he then trails the soap further down her body  sliding it down between Sarah’s legs rubbing the soap gently  intimately between her legs Sarah responding with soft moans of  pleasure,  she brings her legs up making it easier access for Steve to continue  gently soaping her there, Steve smiles  and trails the soap  once more  down between her legs, he stops pauses a  minute then  the soap bobs to the surface of the water, Sarah  looks at Steve with a slight  like of disappointment  as the soap floats to the water surface.

Steve stands straight slipping his t shirt off, then unfastening his jeans letting them fall to the floor stepping out of them, now in just his white CK boxers his excitement beneath very evident, taking Sarah’s hand he urges her to stand up as she stands he lifts her out of the bath placing her gently down on her feet before him, he picks up the heated warm towel wraps it around Sarah gently patting her dry a  little before picking her up  and carrying her carefully to the bedroom Sarah smiling at Steve noticing his obvious excitement against her as he carries her through.

He sets Sarah down on the bed gently laying her down he gently towels her dry some more, deliberately caressing her teasing her as he dries her, leaning down and flicking his tongue across each nipple in turn planting little kisses on her body as he works the towel downwards.

Steve pauses and slips his boxers off then climbs on the bed next to Sarah, climbing a top of her as she lays on her back, their lips meet again locking together they start to passionately kiss his hardness pressing against her, she freely parts her legs, his hard shaft now nudging at her opening Steve moves his lips from hers as his hard shaft enters her, he lets out a moan of pleasure as he starts rocking his body slowly, each time his thrust getting deeper longer, both moaning and breathing getting more heavier as their bodies rub and grind against each other, each of his strokes getting harder deeper, faster, Sarah  trembles as the excitement gets too much, those waves of  pleasure getting closer to the edge, feeling Sarah tremble knowing she is close is just too much  for Steve and he moans deep as he  thrusts hard releasing himself  releasing the pleasure, Sarah also moaning as  she climaxes Steve withdrawing himself before laying next to Sarah and having an hours nap together  cuddled up in each others arms nothing mattering but them being together and close.