Wedding Reception Help

"I guess I can see that."

"So. Now my question."

"I did promise."

"Good. Cuz it's really personal."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh. How long has it been since you've had sex? And I mean with a real woman, not some online porn or something like that."

I looked at her a little shocked. "Uhhhhhh." I managed to get out.

"That long huh?" she asked with that crooked smile again, almost like she knew she was being naughty.

"I didn't say that."

"Okay. So how long?"

I actually had to stop and think. "Year and a half or so," I finally admitted.

"What would you say if I suggested that maybe tonight, just maybe mind you, that if you asked me later, I might say yes to such a suggestion?"

"Why? I mean I'm nothing special."

"Goodness. I've never been questioned about offering sex before, but okay. I told you I was attracted to you. I mean that. I saw where you were looking earlier. I just thought that maybe you and I might find some mutual satisfaction. If you're interested."

I nodded slowly. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you attractive."

"Good," she answered. She looked around and then scooted to the edge of the chair she was sitting in. She slipped her skirt up further, and then reached under it. The hem pulled up higher, all the way to the juncture of her legs, completely showing me the tiny white bikini panty. She reached up further under her skirt as she lifted herself slightly off the chair, her wrists pulling her skirt up until the whole side of her butt cheek showed. She pulled the tiny straps on her hips down over her butt and down her thighs as she sat back on the seat, the skirt still hiked up enough that her bare butt was sitting in the chair. She let go of the panty around her thigh and quickly worked to pull the skirt down again. The entire process took only seconds, but gave me a view of the neatly trimmed triangle of curls on her mound and a glimpse of shaved lips between her thighs. With her skirt back down and covering herself, she slid back on the seat and moved her hands to the white panties still around her thighs. She slipped them more slowly down her thighs, stopping with the panties at her knees, looking around to see who might have seen her impromptu removal of her underwear. Confident no one saw or was still looking, she bent over and slipped the panties down her legs, working them over her high heels. She straightened up and laid the tiny, almost string bikini style, panties on my lap. "I hope you enjoyed the preview. You can give those back to me in the morning, if you decide to ask me later that is."

"I don't know what to say," I said, picking up the panties and holding them under the table so I could see them without showing them off. I folded them and lifted them to my nose. I sniffed the clearly wet crotch before reaching down and carefully putting them into my pocket. "Smells like someone is already a bit excited".

She leaned towards me, her hand this time not reaching for my arm, but lower. She slid her hand into my lap and ran her palm back and forth across the bulge growing in my pants.

"I think I'm not the only one."

"You know. If you wanted to, I could take you to my motel room now," I said quietly as she stroked her hand across my hard-on.

"And spoil all the fun? We haven't had dinner or had a chance to dance yet. And you want to cut to the dessert?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Yes you did, before you thought too much about it and chickened out. But sometimes waiting is half the fun," she whispered, before pulling her hand from my lap as someone walked past. She blushed a little as he looked down at her, clearly having seen what she was doing.

Fortunately the wedding party arrived shortly after she gave me her panties. Her ankle recovered sufficiently to allow her to stand, though with some help. I held my arm around her and she leaned against me for support as we watched the wedding party come into the open tent area, one couple at a time. As my niece walked in, in her beautiful white wedding gown, I felt Charlie slide my hand down off her hip until I was holding her left cheek. She pressed her hip against mine as I squeezed her firm ass, digging my fingers into her cheek slightly. With the bride and groom making their way to the head table, she reached for my hand again, pushing it down further and then sliding it up under the hem of her skirt to place my hand on her bare cheek while we sat down, giving me a quick feel of her smooth firm butt. I certainly didn't protest her playfulness. I just hoped no one noticed.

With the bride and groom now seated, everyone made their way to the tables, our round table getting several more couples. We all tried to make small talk as we waited for our table's turn to head towards the buffet line. As we talked, I could feel Charlie's hand under the table move to my thigh, resting on it and gently stroking the inside of my thigh, her fingers slowly working up towards my crotch. I wondered if the other three couples noticed the startled look that had to be on my face as her fingers started stroking my balls through my slacks.

"So. How long have you two been together?" one of the ladies asked Charlie.

"Oh. We're not together," she answered quickly, the smile never leaving her face.

"You're not married?" the woman answered quickly.

"Could have fooled me." I heard another mumble under her breath.

"Oh. No. We just met today," Charlie answered.

"So how does your wife feel about you messing around with other women behind her back?" the one that mumbled 'the fooled me comment' asked, disapproval clearly in her voice.

"What do you mean? Neither of us are married," Charlie answered, sugar syrup practically dripping off her words. I felt Charlie squeeze my leg, apparently in satisfaction, as the woman looked back and forth between us, perplexed. "You see. I'm divorced and William is a widower," Charlie finally said after allowing the woman to stew for nearly a full minute. "You really shouldn't make judgements about things you don't know," Charlie said, looking right at her before she pushed her chair back and stood up. "Come on William. Why don't you take me someplace quiet and fuck me? I'm not sure my ankle is quite good enough to hold all my weight yet, so you might have to hold me up while we do it."

"Uhhh. Um. Sure," I answered awkwardly, standing up next to her and allowing her to wrap an arm around my waist and lean into my side. I couldn't help but notice where the woman's gaze went as I stood, the hard-on Charlie coaxed alive clearly evident in the bulge in my slacks. I could see the lady's husband out of the corner of my eye, trying to stifle a laugh, as I helped Charlie away from the table.

"Busy body," Charlie whispered to me as I helped her walk to the long line waiting for the buffet. "I hope she got an eyeful."

"Of what?"

"Your hard-on of course. You couldn't fuck me if you didn't have one, right? Anyway, I could see her looking at your hand and at mine, judging us."

"Our hands?"

She looked up at me as we stood with her leaning against me. "Honey. Did you forget that you're still wearing a wedding ring?" she asked softly.

"Oh. Yeah. Actually I sorta did. I've been wearing it for so long I feel naked without it, so I just leave it on."

"I think you also leave it on to chase away interested women, like me."

"Not on purpose," I said defensively.

"Yes. On purpose," she said. "Even if you don't know it."

"Maybe," I finally answered. "So where do you really want me to take you. Not that I'd object to taking you some place for some quick sex."

"How about the buffet line, at least for now. The other, maybe later," she said as pulled herself tighter against me in a sideways hug. She reached up and turned my face towards her with her left hand and lifted herself on one foot high enough to match the slight difference in our heights and pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me softly for several long seconds. I could feel the heat of her breath into my own mouth as I finally opened it and allowed her tongue to slip into mine briefly, moments before one of her hands slid down my chest and all the way down to my crotch. She pressed her palm against my hard-on and rubbed it gently as we continued the embrace. She finally broke the kiss after long seconds. "Mmmmmm. I might want to rethink the order of those two suggestions," she whispered.

"What was that for?" I asked as she pulled away from me and turned sideways to me again.

She grinned. "Because I wanted to, and because 'miss judgement' was watching us again."

"You're so bad," I said as I led her the few more steps to the end of the buffet line.

"Uh uh. Just naughty. If I was bad, I'd do this," she said reaching her left hand to mine. She turned herself towards me again, pressing her chest to mine as she pushed my hand down between us. I watched her face and eyes as she gently bit her lower lip, still pushing my hand down. She twisted my hand so my palm was facing her and then pulled my hand to her crotch. She pressed my palm against her mound and then pressed my fingers between her legs as far as the yellow dress would allow. "In case you didn't know, that was woman body language for I wanna fuck you," she whispered, the woman in front of us hearing Charlie couldn't help but twist her head to see who was talking to whom, turning back quickly when she realized I saw her look back at us. Charlie just giggled and stood there with my hand between her legs for several seconds.

The line slowly moved forward and Charlie turned away, moving her pussy from my hand before taking small steps with me. I was mostly letting her stand against me with her right leg cocked and relaxed, my mind lost in the thought of undressing her. We finally reached the buffet line and worked through it, each of us holding one plate and each other. I helped her hobble back to the now empty table, and went to get us some ice tea to drink. I came back and set a glass down for each of us and then sat down, Charlie almost immediately moving her chair closer to me again. I couldn't help but notice that the top two buttons of her dress were once again undone, allowing much more sexy cleavage to show.

"You like being close to me?"

"I like being close enough that we can reach each other under the table, unless of course you have an aversion to touching and being touched?"

"Um. No. I have no such aversions."

"Good. Because after you finish eating, I wanna feel your hand where it was before, only under the dress this time," she said with a grin. "I hope you don't mind the suggestions, you seem a little slow on the take-up."

"A little slow on the take-up?"

She grinned. "You could have easily slid your hand under my skirt when we were over there. Since you already know I don't have any panties on, you could have been touching my bare pussy the whole time."

"Oh geez," I mumbled. "I guess I didn't think of that."

"Not the kind of thing your wife would have done?"

"I'd have gotten slapped in a tender place if I tried to do something like that. At least in the last twenty years. Maybe before that I could have gotten away with it."

"Well. Let this be a lesson. Not all women are like your wife. Some of us might LIKE something like that."

"Yes ma'am," I answered quietly. We were almost done eating before the other couples returned, with the exception of the one that Charlie insulted. They apparently chose to find another table.

"I'd like to apologize for Amanda," one of the ladies said to Charlie. "She can be a bit judgmental."

"What you mean to say is that she can be a stuck up bitch," Charlie answered her.

"Yeah. Pretty much. But just between the two of us, she deserved every bit of what you gave her," the woman responded with a grin. "Oh! Time for the speeches!" she said twisting in the seat around to see the head table as the maid of honor stood up.

As soon as I moved my hand from the table, Charlie was pulling it down to her lap. She pressed my palm against her stocking covered thigh and then slid it slowly up her leg until I felt my wrist pushing her skirt up. I could feel the lacy top of her stocking and then the smooth soft skin of her inner thigh. I could feel the softness of her pussy lips against my finger as she slid her hand to my wrist, pulling me tighter to her pussy. I could see her stifle a little gasp and try and keep a straight face as I wiggled my finger and worked it between her soft wet lips. She let go of my wrist and slipped her hand to my lap, leaving mine between her legs, my finger gently stroking back and forth, the side of my finger gently brushing her clit.

Her hand grasped my dick through my slacks for several moments before I felt her fingers start to fumble with my zipper. It took her almost the entire speech by the best man, but she managed to work my zipper down. I felt her fingers slip into the now open fly of my pants, only my briefs between her fingers and my dick. I could feel her fingers fumbling to try and get into my briefs but failing. Finally, she pulled her hand from my pants and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Take me to the bathroom."

I pulled my hand from between her legs and quickly zipped myself up before standing up and helping her from the chair. She wrapped her arm around me and we started walking toward the building that housed the bathrooms, her body pressing tightly against mine with each step. I saw my sister raise her eyebrows as she saw me walking with Charlie, to which I just shrugged. After we got off the grass onto the sidewalk she was able to walk a bit more normally, our pace picking up significantly. I opened the door and we walked into the large meeting room, spotting the bathrooms in the far corner. I wondered if she really needed as much help as she seemed to want, but I wasn't going to argue. I led her to the ladies' room entrance, but she steered me instead toward the family bathroom located between the men's and women's bathroom entrances. I opened the door and helped her inside and then stepped back to go back out.

"Where are you going?" she asked as I turned to leave.

"To wait outside."

"What a goof," she said as she started to unbutton the front of her dress. "Well, come on. We can't take all day."

"Um. Sure. Just what are we doing?"

"Taking off things that are making it difficult to play," she said. "You do want me to take my bra off, don't you?"

"Well...Yeah."

"And I sure as hell want you to take your briefs off, so why not do it together? Who knows what might happen if we're naked?" she said with a grin.

"Sure," I said, bending over to undo my shoes. By the time I had my laces undone and my shoes off, she was standing in nothing but her stockings and heels. "Damn!" I whispered as I looked at her soft brown body. Her breasts were definitely on the larger side of nice, each one hanging slightly like a large teardrop on her chest. Her areola covered a significant part of each breast, with a large hard nipple protruding from the center. Her mound was covered with black curls, trimmed in a triangle, pointing down at her shaved lips. Her dark brown outer lips framed soft, protruding inner lips that were almost as black as her curly pubic hair.

She stepped over to me, carefully keeping most of her weight on her left foot, as she reached for my belt. I moved my hands aside and let her undo my belt and the front of my pants, letting them slide down my legs. She reached for the elastic band of my briefs and pushed then down as far as she could without bending too far, my hard dick popping out into the open. "Normally I'd get on my knees and suck a dick as sexy as that one, but I don't think we have time for that. We might have time for a little something else, if you hurry up and take your pants off."

"Yeah. Sure," I agreed, stepping out of my slacks and pushing my briefs down and off, leaving me standing in just socks, my short sleeved dress shirt and my tie. She grinned at me and turned around in front of the toilet. She put the seat down and bent over, using it as a support, pushing her bare ass out at me, her pussy beckoning me between her slightly spread legs. "I hope you don't think I fuck every woman I take on a first date," I said softly as I stepped behind her, my raging hard-on begging me to push it into her.

"Hope you don't think I let every man fuck me on the first date," she answered with a grin, looking back at me as I rubbed my engorged head up and down her wet slit. "Ohhhhhhhh fuck," she moaned softly as I pressed my head into her just a little way. "Don't stop. All the way in," she gasped as I started to rock my hips, pushing my dick into her a little ways and then pulling back to let her lubricating juices cover her lips again before pressing forward again. It took over a dozen strokes to work me fully into her depths, her surprisingly tight pussy grasping at my dick as I pushed it in and out of her.

"Oh damn. I can't do this very much. It's gonna make me come," I groaned, feeling my climax already building incredibly quickly.

"That's what happens when you haven't had it for a while," she said, pushing herself upright and pulling off my dick. She turned herself around and sat on the toilet lid, reaching for my cock and pulling it towards her. "If you don't mind, I'll wait to take it there. I don't want to be leaking down my legs while we're dancing," she said as she leaned towards me and engulfed my head with her hot mouth.

"Oh shit," I groaned as she started to stroke her face on and off my shaft, one of her hands following along with her mouth. Her other hand moved to her chest, cupping and squeezing one of her large soft looking tits. I reached both hands down, replacing her hand on her left breast and cupping the right. She bounced her face on and off my cock, over and over again, while I teased her tits and nipples, my climax growing at an alarming pace. "God. Gonna come," I groaned softly, hoping no one standing outside could hear the wet slurping of her sucking me.

"Do it. We don't have much time," she said as she pulled her mouth off me to catch her breath. She leaned herself back towards me and engulfed my dick again, her other hand cupping my balls and coaxing me towards climax with her fingers and mouth.

"Oh shit," I grunted as my body bucked moments later, a surge of cum lancing into her mouth. Over and over I jerked, my body spasming and pumping shot after shot into her mouth. I stood there, twitching for long seconds before she pulled her mouth off my softening cock. She looked up at me and grinned, opening her mouth for me to see the copious load of cum that I'd emptied into her. She closed her mouth, swallowing down the load before opening again to show me it was gone.

"Now you owe me one," she said as she reached for her dress. "But not here. We don't want to get caught like this, do we?"

"Um. No," I agreed as she started pulling on her dress, her bra still laying on the sink. She buttoned up her dress while I pulled my slacks on, leaving my briefs off, which I think is what she originally wanted in the first place. I pulled my shoes on and stood up, holding my briefs. "What do we do with these?"

She took them from me, holding them and her bra. With a grin she tossed them both in the trash can. "Tomorrow you can buy me a new bra and I'll buy you some new underwear."

"Oh?"

She paused a second. "You ARE planning on inviting me to sleep with you tonight, aren't you?"

"Without question," I answered.

"Good. I'd hate to think that you were going to be one and done," she said with a giggle. She unlocked the door and waited for me to step next to her again. We slipped our arms around each other so I could take some of her weight, and opened the door. We hadn't gone completely unnoticed. A young woman was standing at the door, waiting for her turn, a young child standing next to her. "Sorry," Charlie said as we stepped out.