Wedding Reception, a Romance
Couple meet at a wedding reception and the unexpected occurs..
Enjoy..
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The wedding was beautiful. I mean, most weddings are. The ceremony, the flowers, the vows. You look at the bride and groom and realize how young they are. All their friends, also young, full of celebration and joy.
It was my cousin’s daughter’s wedding. I went by myself. I’d been divorced for 3 years and the kids were away at school. Since it was an evening affair I decided to stay at the hotel. It gave me a chance to catch up with family from out of town before the wedding and I could have a drink or two without worrying about driving home.
Although weddings by yourself are fun. The reception can be awkward. It often seems the only single people are sitting at the children’s table. I was seated at a table with some other relatives. It was nice catching up. The meal was delicious.
The awkward part is when the dancing starts. Often you’re left sitting at the table alone, watching the festivities. I love to dance, so I envied those out on the floor.
At one point my table was empty. Everyone was on the dance floor. Even the table next to me was empty. I was beginning to feel self conscious. Off the reception hall was a balcony with a great view. I decided to get some fresh air.
It was a gorgeous warm evening. The sun was beginning to set. The balcony overlooked a lake, and behind that a wooded area. I could see the reflection of the sunset in the water.
“It’s beautiful out here.”
It was a man’s voice. I turned to look at him. I had been introduced to him earlier. I remembered thinking he wasn’t bad looking. He was in his late 40s and taller than me in heels, so I’d guess 5’11”. He had big shoulders, dark hair, slightly receding and soft blue eyes. He certainly wasn’t fat, but he was not a workout buff either.
As I checked him out I started thinking about how I looked to him. At 45, I looked good for my age. No raving beauty, but I worked out 3 times a week, usually, and kept my weight around 130. For 5’6″ that wasn’t bad. My daughter still makes me buy bikinis if we go bathing suit shopping together. I kept my brown hair at a little longer than shoulder length.
I was wearing a sleeveless light blue dress with a crew collar. It followed my body curves to the waist and then flared out. I was feeling pretty.
I remembered he was someone who worked with my cousin. A lawyer. I tried to remember his name. No luck.
“It is beautiful,” I replied. I held my hand out to reintroduce myself. “I’m sorry, I know we were introduced earlier, but with so many people around, I seem to have forgotten your name. I’m Christine.”
“Dave,” he replied.
“Hi Dave, nice to meet you,” I said.
“Nice to meet you too,” he replied. “I assume you came alone as well?”
I told him I did, that the bride was my cousin, and that my kids were away at college. He asked about my kids and we made general small talk.
He was divorced, had 1 son who worked in the city. He was older than I thought. 52.
At one point he saw a fish jump out of the water to catch an insect flying overhead. We watched as other fish did the same as the sun went down.
After a while chatting we heard the DJ start an old Sinatra standard. Dave asked me if I wanted to dance.
I said sure. I love to dance, but I didn’t want to seem overeager.
He took my arm and escorted me to the dance floor. It was sweet. So many men these days have lost the art of being gentlemen.
We stepped out on the dance floor. He took my hand in his and put the other around my waist. He kept a respectable distance. Not stiff like he was afraid I’d burn him, but close enough so I felt we were moving together.
He was a good dancer. Not Fred Astaire, but, then again, I’m no Ginger. He knew how to lead. He didn’t step on my feet. We were definitely dancing not just shuffling our feet back and forth on the floor.
As we danced we chatted. He was smart and funny. Every once in awhile he’d throw in a small off color joke, or innuendo. Nothing blatant but I still recognize flirting when it happens. I was enjoying his company, so I flirted back. It had been quite awhile since I felt dressed up and pretty and even longer since a handsome man flirted with me. I was having fun.
The dance ended and the DJ started a fast song. Dave escorted me off the floor.
“I’m too old to be jumping around the floor. I look like a giant orangutan,” he said.
I laughed. in flirt mode I said, “Too bad, I’m told I can shake my ass.”
He looked at the dance floor back at me and said “I bet that looks pretty good.”
I said it does and turned to walk back out on the balcony. As I did I turned my head, smiled at him, put my hands on my hips, and wiggled my ass at him.
“I stand corrected. That doesn’t look pretty good. That looks great.”
He followed me out to the balcony. We continued to talk. We had progressed from small talk to learning about each other’s lives. Still flirting, but a more intimate level of getting to know each other. As we talked he would touch my arm or I would touch his hand.
Another slow song played. He again asked me to dance.
This time he escorted me to the dance floor with his arm around my waist. It felt nice. He held me closer as we danced. His hand holding mine. His other hand was a bit lower on hip this time. This time I was paying more attention. My hand felt small in his. I could smell his cologne. Just the right amount of spice.
I could see the beginnings of a 5 o’clock shadow on his face. Standing this close to him I could feel his broad chest.
Most of all, I was aware of his hand on my hip. I was wearing a thin summer dress. I am sure he could feel the smoothness of my skin. I realized that if he moved his hand down one inch it would be on the side and of my panties. I thought about what I was wearing. A light blue thong. It excited me a bit that his hand was not that far from finding out I was wearing a thong.
We danced that dance. The evening was ending. The DJ played another slow song. I just stayed in his arms and we danced the next one. I could feel his hand move down my hip. It was right on the band of my panties.
I pulled a bit away from him and looked in his eyes. I then put my head on his chest. If he wanted to explore, I guess he now knew he could.
He did. His fingers traced the line of my thong. He stayed in fairly decent territory. After all this was my family and it was a wedding. I appreciated that but there was a part of me that wanted him to explore further.
The DJ played the last song. I was disappointed. I was enjoying being in Dave’s arms.
The guests were leaving. Dave asked me if I wanted a drink. I accepted. He suggested I wait on the balcony while he got the drinks. I agreed.
Now my mind jumped into overdrive. In a few minutes we would be alone, just the two of us, on the balcony. I could hear the water lapping at the shore. The hotel speakers were playing soft lobby music. What was I willing to do? How far would I let this handsome stranger go?
I could imagine him taking me to bed. It had been a long time since I’d been in bed with a man. Did I want that? Was I willing to live with myself if it turned out to be a one night stand?
Dave showed up with 2 drinks. He put them on the balcony railing. He reached out, pulled me to him, and kissed me. I liked it. I kissed back.
His hand dropped down to my hip again. This time it didn’t stay in decent territory. He traced the line of my thong all the way to where it disappeared in my ass. I moaned.
With that, his hand started to explore my ass. I felt like one hand could hold my entire ass cheek. His strong hands felt good.
They started to drift down to the hem of my dress. Then he slipped his hands under my dress. He now had them on my ass.
I pulled away a bit so I could see his face. He had a small smile on it. He didn’t move his hands and I liked where they were. I kissed him. Hard. He knew that his hands could explore and that I wanted them too.
After a few minutes he stopped kissing me, turned me around facing the railing, leaned over, and kissed my cheek. He continued to my ear lobes, my neck, my shoulders. His strong arms wrapped around me, it felt delicious.
I leaned against him. I didn’t mean to, but when I did I could feel the bulge in his pants pressed against the top of my ass. The thought of a hard cock behind me turned me on.