We don’t say a word to each other that night, but just looking at you from across the room during dinner makes my pulse race and sends my heart into my throat and it scares the hell out of me. I wonder if you’re feeling the same thing, because our eyes have coyly met more than once, yet you’ve made no approach. I hope it won’t be awkward when the time comes tomorrow for us to make our way up the aisle together.           

My fears are unfounded, and the wedding the following day is close to perfection. You can’t get over how vampy I look in the strapless scarlet bridesmaid dress with my glossy chestnut hair swept back and up and my lips that you so admired the day before glistening ruby red. It’s a far cry from the Pollyanna I appeared to be the day before and it makes you hot. Soon the other guys are starting to tease you over the stiffy you’ve had from standing next to me for pictures all afternoon.             

After the grand march that night we dance, and again I marvel over the heat we generate. It’s almost more than you can bear and you slip outside for some air, grabbing a flute of champagne on your way out the door. You realize the newlyweds must have rented their limo for the entire night when you spot it outside in the parking lot, the driver nowhere in sight. You wander over to it and amazingly you find that it’s not locked. You look up just in time to see me exiting the building, my eyes meet yours and wordlessly we climb into the back of the limo together.           

You are still holding the champagne, and an idea begins to form in your mind. You take a small sip and kiss me hotly, flooding the golden liquid into my mouth. You slide your hand up my thigh and discover I’m wearing a garter belt and no panties, you have a hard-on so big it almost hurts. I unbutton your tuxedo shirt while nibbling your ear and I lightly run my blood red nails across your bare, muscled chest. My dress comes off quickly and while you find the black lacy bustier I’m wearing very sexy, it’s got to come off too for what you have in mind next.           

We’re both naked now, the cool leather of the seat against our hot skin is quite a sensation, and the fact that we’ve both had more than one glass of champagne makes the atmosphere seem almost dream-like. You hold your glass next to my skin below my collarbone and tilt it slightly, the bubbly liquid flows down between my breasts, into my navel, and trickles into the small patch of dark hair below. You kneel before me and trace its path down with your hot tongue; I am tense with anticipation. You part my smooth legs and run your tongue across my sex, flicking gently at my clit. I moan with pleasure as you swirl your tongue again and again over my mound and you savor the taste of my sweet juices.           

I lay back across the seat and you fluidly rise up and mount me, I squeal in delight as your hard cock enters my silken pussy and my nails dig into your back. We move together, faster and faster, murmuring to each other “yes, oh god yes”. The air is musky with the scent of our bodies and a hint of the expensive champagne lingers. The weight of your body feels so incredible that it doesn’t take long for me to reach the edge of climax. I shudder with the intense pleasure of my orgasm as those green eyes of yours seem to pierce right through my soul and you empty your juices into me with a groan.