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The Wedding Rehearsal
I had never set eyes on Tiffany until we met at the church that warm spring Friday afternoon. The participants were announced and briefly introduced as they arrived.
Just three hours later I found myself seated next to this very attractive youngish woman at a long table set for an informal a light supper at the reception centre. There were around twenty close family friends and relatives and Tiff, as she told me she preferred to be called, a long-term friend of the bride and her family, was one of the three bridesmaids. Similarly, I had been at university with the groom. The bride’s mother had insisted on a full rehearsal with the entire bridal party on the eve of the wedding. An event far more common in North America, than here in the Antipodes. Quite coincidentally neither of our partners could attend the rehearsal or the wedding itself. Mine was spending time away with her mother after the recent passing of her father. Tiff explained she was coming out of a massive argument with her boyfriend and was not anticipating he would bother to make the journey to attend.
I guessed Tiff would have been a fair bit younger than myself, probably in her late 40’s to early 50’s; more sensual than sexual, tall, with a slim body and elegant curves fitting snuggly into the summer dress she was wearing. We chatted for a while over a glass of wine as we waited for the first course to be served. All very pleasant and inconsequential; mostly about the following day’s nuptials. Inevitably there was innuendo about the bride and groom’s anticipated wedding night performance in the sack. The talk of imagining how exciting or not the sex would be, seemed to have aroused Tiff. She was drinking rather quickly, frequently topping up her glass and becoming somewhat animated.
As we were finishing the first course, completely out of the blue, she leaned towards me and whispered to say she was not wearing any panties. She had that innocent but naughty schoolgirl expression on her face. I just glanced at her and offered a rather disbelieving but nonetheless credulous smile. Suddenly she wriggled her chair closer to the table and towards mine and pulled the hanging part of the tablecloth over her lap. She sat with her legs wide apart and pulled my hand onto her knee under the tablecloth with the hem of her dress well above her knees. Tightly holding my wrist, she pulled it further up her thigh and flicked the back of my fingers across her pussy. She was distinctly one step away from being totally soaking wet. Then pushing my hand away, she gave me one of those looks which simply said – “Now do you believe me?” From that point on, the conversation turned to a whispered exchange on how her sex life with her boyfriend had become so unexcitingly boring almost to the point of non-existence and how desperate she had emerged, just gagging for it at every opportunity.
When the meal finished, we left the table to get some coffee which was a self-service arrangement from a separate area of the main bar. I had stepped outside for a few minutes to call my girlfriend and when I returned to the dining area, Tiff was standing at the corridor entry leading to the rest rooms where she fleetingly made eye contact and with a nod of the head, beckoned me to follow, quickly turning on her heels and walking down the passageway. She was out of sight when I approached the entry, so I strolled towards the rest rooms. Just a few metres down the corridor I heard her softly say “in here” and a door opened sufficiently for me to enter. The room was dark, lit only by the exit signage when one’s eyes adjusted and full of scattered furniture and hotel equipment throughout. She pushed me against the wall behind the door, kissing me with an intensity like there would be no tomorrow. I was a little surprised and responded with equal eagerness for several minutes.
Tiff certainly knew how to kiss and excite a man and I knew I was becoming extremely aroused. She grabbed hold of a loose cushion and dropped it on the floor to kneel, at the same time starting frantically to unbuckle my belt. My chinos dropped to my ankles, and taking a very firm grip around her newly discovered trophy, she proceeded to slowly massage it with both hands. She certainly knew how to handle a man’s arousal and within a few seconds had me as hard as I had could have remembered or imagined in a long while. Sucking the head of my cock like it was the last one on the planet, she rose from her knees and made me step out of my chinos which were around my ankles, side shuffling me to a nearby lounge chair.
Somewhat unceremoniously Tiff shoved me into it, and with a seamless single motion, lifted her dress around her waist, straddled herself across my legs, and simply impaled herself on my rock-hard member. She rode me like I was a bucking bull at a rodeo but I never attempted to unsaddle her. She jiggled her beautiful butt in an almost non-stop circular motion and after a short space of time, reached down and backwards cupping my balls with both hands. Within just a very few minutes thrashing and moaning, she obviously sensed I could no longer keep my load to myself and I just exploded inside her. Tiff was sweating profusely and as we sat resting; she performed the most amazing Singapore grip and held me captive for a full three to four minutes. We eventually uncoupled as my hardness waned and she looked at me very longingly, especially so I thought, for a woman I had only spoken to for the first time barely an hour or so previously.
We made our way back to the dining area with a respectable time and distance between us. The guests were still mingling and beginning to slowly disperse for the evening. The hotel everyone was booked at was less than five kilometres down the main road. I drove towards the hotel which took the best part of half an hour after stopping to fuel the car, taking a call from a golfing buddy, and checking in at reception. I had been in my room for no longer than 10 minutes, unpacking and seeing if there was anything worth watching on the TV when the house phone rang. Hardly a surprise for me to hear Tiffany’s voice.
She was clear and concise and had obviously shaken off the effects of her alcohol infused supper. “It was great how we connected earlier and I really do need you to take me to bed. I need to be loved; not just another quick fuck, especially tonight when one of my best friends is getting married tomorrow” Come to my room in 15 minutes; the number would have come up on your handset.
As I wandered down the corridor, I paused at the Ice maker just in case any of the other bridal guests were wandering around. The door to Tiff’s room was ajar and I pushed it open and quietly closed it behind me. The only light came from a single table lamp near the window. Tiff was standing beside it with a towelling robe loosely hanging open exposing her pubic area and much of her well-shaped breasts. She was holding in each hand a large glasses of Scotch on the rocks and offered me one as I approached.
That evening was one of the best sexual experiences of my life. We made love to a point I was beginning to think this woman was the most adventurous, sensational lover I had ever encountered. My mind raced away believing there was a connection like I had not experienced since my immature teenage imagination told me I was madly in lust with every girl in the school who ever smiled at me. We lay together totally exhausted, as she thanked me for a perfect evening which she said she would never forget; at roughly which point she fell into a deep sleep and I crept quietly away, got dressed and returned to my room.
Although we had exchanged phone numbers and spoke and messaged one another a few times, the distance between us across the metropolis made it virtually impossible to sustain any form of on-going tangible liaison, and with domestic and other social commitments, our connection just faded.
Fast forward almost four and a half years…
I had relocated across the harbour city after the pandemic and a somewhat messy break up, being fortunate enough to land a new job, which I knew was going to be demanding. I was working and playing harder than I could ever remember. Late one Friday evening I am in the reception area at my car dealership service centre showroom waiting to collect my company car from a minor recall rectification, when over the PA comes “Tiffany to the service desk please.” Now that’s not the most common of names on the Eastern seaboard and the possibility of a potential co-incidence raced through my mind…
I recognised her immediately as she hurriedly appeared through a side door and attended to two customers who had a lot of paperwork spread over the counter. I shifted around on my seat until I was in a more direct line of sight. Within a couple of minutes, she had made eye contact; a sort of double take in surprise and disbelief. I could sense the recognition but with a degree of uncertainty. Tiff dealt with them quickly and as they gathered up their papers and left, she just stared at me for several seconds, broke out in a broad soft smile, hurried out from behind the counter, ran towards me and hugged me tightly. She seemed excited, flustered, and as animated as I remembered her from the first time we met. After we took a moment to compose and draw breath, Tiff said she would have my vehicle ready for collection and delivered to reception immediately. Right on cue within five minutes the car arrived, with Tiff sitting in the passenger seat. The driver got out, held the door open and handed me the keys with a sort of expression that said “aren’t you just the lucky one”
We sat there together in a sort of awkward silence, until she pointed for me to restart the engine almost as if I had forgotten how. She asked me if I could drop her off at her apartment, explaining where she lived which surprisingly happened to be less than 15kms from where I lived, in much the same triangular distance from the dealership service centre.
Tiff explained she had originally planned to go for drinks with friends that evening straight from work and never took her car when she knew that was happening, but when I showed up, she canned the arrangement. We arrived at her apartment building and Tiff guided me to the visitors parking area and invited me up for a drink. Why not I thought – a great chance to catch up. She ushered me into her living area and sat me down on the lounge and I heard her go to the fridge and take out ice. She said just to give her a few minutes to freshen up. Ten minutes later she opened her bedroom door and appeared clad in a loose-fitting embroidered silk gown, holding two glasses filled to the brim with Scotch on the rocks. I could see she was totally naked under the gown and her nipples were prominently hardened.
We sat down on her bed together. Subtly, she quizzed me about Deja-vu and what I did I remember from the last occasion she held two glasses of scotch in her hands. I really was unable to think straight as I sipped at the rim of the glass.
Within a matter of two minutes, Tiff had reduced her glass to the remnants of ice only, grabbed what was left of mine, and placed it on the dresser behind her. She dropped to her knees on the carpet and started to rip at my trouser belt buckle and fly, all of which were opened within seconds as she took my now hardening shaft in her hands and wrapped her lips around it. When she finished devouring my manhood, in one seamless movement Tiff was straddled across my groin and she had me effortlessly captured deep inside her velvet-smooth love tunnel. “Captured” probably wasn’t quite the right word; more appropriately think “incarcerated”, casually mentioning she had recently met with her very close Singaporean girlfriend who gave her a few updated techniques and exercises to enhance her “grip” on such opportunities.
That evening we ordered a takeaway meal delivery and spent the next few hours catching up on our respective lives since we last encountered one another on the evening of the wedding rehearsal. Tiff invited me to stay the night, and we slept like babies until dawn when she entertained me, amongst other things, to an amazingly gripping display of captivity, from which I had doubts I was ever wanting to be released.
Another few months on, Tiff and I have established an almost regular Friday night ritualistic date, which alternates between our two apartments. There is now a lace embroidered black negligee hanging in a corner of my wardrobe, The scotch on the rocks, the ensuing routine of oral pleasure, the subsequent impalement and incarceration are becoming a regular, if not legendary but very private and enjoyable way to finish up a stressful working week.
That particular Friday, some four months earlier, when I had taken the car to the dealership was my last weekend in that vehicle. It was leased through my company and a replacement through a different dealership had been organised for the middle of the following week.
Timing is so consequential when sometimes things are meant to be, and sometimes not!!
Just three hours later I found myself seated next to this very attractive youngish woman at a long table set for an informal a light supper at the reception centre. There were around twenty close family friends and relatives and Tiff, as she told me she preferred to be called, a long-term friend of the bride and her family, was one of the three bridesmaids. Similarly, I had been at university with the groom. The bride’s mother had insisted on a full rehearsal with the entire bridal party on the eve of the wedding. An event far more common in North America, than here in the Antipodes. Quite coincidentally neither of our partners could attend the rehearsal or the wedding itself. Mine was spending time away with her mother after the recent passing of her father. Tiff explained she was coming out of a massive argument with her boyfriend and was not anticipating he would bother to make the journey to attend.
I guessed Tiff would have been a fair bit younger than myself, probably in her late 40’s to early 50’s; more sensual than sexual, tall, with a slim body and elegant curves fitting snuggly into the summer dress she was wearing. We chatted for a while over a glass of wine as we waited for the first course to be served. All very pleasant and inconsequential; mostly about the following day’s nuptials. Inevitably there was innuendo about the bride and groom’s anticipated wedding night performance in the sack. The talk of imagining how exciting or not the sex would be, seemed to have aroused Tiff. She was drinking rather quickly, frequently topping up her glass and becoming somewhat animated.
As we were finishing the first course, completely out of the blue, she leaned towards me and whispered to say she was not wearing any panties. She had that innocent but naughty schoolgirl expression on her face. I just glanced at her and offered a rather disbelieving but nonetheless credulous smile. Suddenly she wriggled her chair closer to the table and towards mine and pulled the hanging part of the tablecloth over her lap. She sat with her legs wide apart and pulled my hand onto her knee under the tablecloth with the hem of her dress well above her knees. Tightly holding my wrist, she pulled it further up her thigh and flicked the back of my fingers across her pussy. She was distinctly one step away from being totally soaking wet. Then pushing my hand away, she gave me one of those looks which simply said – “Now do you believe me?” From that point on, the conversation turned to a whispered exchange on how her sex life with her boyfriend had become so unexcitingly boring almost to the point of non-existence and how desperate she had emerged, just gagging for it at every opportunity.
When the meal finished, we left the table to get some coffee which was a self-service arrangement from a separate area of the main bar. I had stepped outside for a few minutes to call my girlfriend and when I returned to the dining area, Tiff was standing at the corridor entry leading to the rest rooms where she fleetingly made eye contact and with a nod of the head, beckoned me to follow, quickly turning on her heels and walking down the passageway. She was out of sight when I approached the entry, so I strolled towards the rest rooms. Just a few metres down the corridor I heard her softly say “in here” and a door opened sufficiently for me to enter. The room was dark, lit only by the exit signage when one’s eyes adjusted and full of scattered furniture and hotel equipment throughout. She pushed me against the wall behind the door, kissing me with an intensity like there would be no tomorrow. I was a little surprised and responded with equal eagerness for several minutes.
Tiff certainly knew how to kiss and excite a man and I knew I was becoming extremely aroused. She grabbed hold of a loose cushion and dropped it on the floor to kneel, at the same time starting frantically to unbuckle my belt. My chinos dropped to my ankles, and taking a very firm grip around her newly discovered trophy, she proceeded to slowly massage it with both hands. She certainly knew how to handle a man’s arousal and within a few seconds had me as hard as I had could have remembered or imagined in a long while. Sucking the head of my cock like it was the last one on the planet, she rose from her knees and made me step out of my chinos which were around my ankles, side shuffling me to a nearby lounge chair.
Somewhat unceremoniously Tiff shoved me into it, and with a seamless single motion, lifted her dress around her waist, straddled herself across my legs, and simply impaled herself on my rock-hard member. She rode me like I was a bucking bull at a rodeo but I never attempted to unsaddle her. She jiggled her beautiful butt in an almost non-stop circular motion and after a short space of time, reached down and backwards cupping my balls with both hands. Within just a very few minutes thrashing and moaning, she obviously sensed I could no longer keep my load to myself and I just exploded inside her. Tiff was sweating profusely and as we sat resting; she performed the most amazing Singapore grip and held me captive for a full three to four minutes. We eventually uncoupled as my hardness waned and she looked at me very longingly, especially so I thought, for a woman I had only spoken to for the first time barely an hour or so previously.
We made our way back to the dining area with a respectable time and distance between us. The guests were still mingling and beginning to slowly disperse for the evening. The hotel everyone was booked at was less than five kilometres down the main road. I drove towards the hotel which took the best part of half an hour after stopping to fuel the car, taking a call from a golfing buddy, and checking in at reception. I had been in my room for no longer than 10 minutes, unpacking and seeing if there was anything worth watching on the TV when the house phone rang. Hardly a surprise for me to hear Tiffany’s voice.
She was clear and concise and had obviously shaken off the effects of her alcohol infused supper. “It was great how we connected earlier and I really do need you to take me to bed. I need to be loved; not just another quick fuck, especially tonight when one of my best friends is getting married tomorrow” Come to my room in 15 minutes; the number would have come up on your handset.
As I wandered down the corridor, I paused at the Ice maker just in case any of the other bridal guests were wandering around. The door to Tiff’s room was ajar and I pushed it open and quietly closed it behind me. The only light came from a single table lamp near the window. Tiff was standing beside it with a towelling robe loosely hanging open exposing her pubic area and much of her well-shaped breasts. She was holding in each hand a large glasses of Scotch on the rocks and offered me one as I approached.
That evening was one of the best sexual experiences of my life. We made love to a point I was beginning to think this woman was the most adventurous, sensational lover I had ever encountered. My mind raced away believing there was a connection like I had not experienced since my immature teenage imagination told me I was madly in lust with every girl in the school who ever smiled at me. We lay together totally exhausted, as she thanked me for a perfect evening which she said she would never forget; at roughly which point she fell into a deep sleep and I crept quietly away, got dressed and returned to my room.
Although we had exchanged phone numbers and spoke and messaged one another a few times, the distance between us across the metropolis made it virtually impossible to sustain any form of on-going tangible liaison, and with domestic and other social commitments, our connection just faded.
Fast forward almost four and a half years…
I had relocated across the harbour city after the pandemic and a somewhat messy break up, being fortunate enough to land a new job, which I knew was going to be demanding. I was working and playing harder than I could ever remember. Late one Friday evening I am in the reception area at my car dealership service centre showroom waiting to collect my company car from a minor recall rectification, when over the PA comes “Tiffany to the service desk please.” Now that’s not the most common of names on the Eastern seaboard and the possibility of a potential co-incidence raced through my mind…
I recognised her immediately as she hurriedly appeared through a side door and attended to two customers who had a lot of paperwork spread over the counter. I shifted around on my seat until I was in a more direct line of sight. Within a couple of minutes, she had made eye contact; a sort of double take in surprise and disbelief. I could sense the recognition but with a degree of uncertainty. Tiff dealt with them quickly and as they gathered up their papers and left, she just stared at me for several seconds, broke out in a broad soft smile, hurried out from behind the counter, ran towards me and hugged me tightly. She seemed excited, flustered, and as animated as I remembered her from the first time we met. After we took a moment to compose and draw breath, Tiff said she would have my vehicle ready for collection and delivered to reception immediately. Right on cue within five minutes the car arrived, with Tiff sitting in the passenger seat. The driver got out, held the door open and handed me the keys with a sort of expression that said “aren’t you just the lucky one”
We sat there together in a sort of awkward silence, until she pointed for me to restart the engine almost as if I had forgotten how. She asked me if I could drop her off at her apartment, explaining where she lived which surprisingly happened to be less than 15kms from where I lived, in much the same triangular distance from the dealership service centre.
Tiff explained she had originally planned to go for drinks with friends that evening straight from work and never took her car when she knew that was happening, but when I showed up, she canned the arrangement. We arrived at her apartment building and Tiff guided me to the visitors parking area and invited me up for a drink. Why not I thought – a great chance to catch up. She ushered me into her living area and sat me down on the lounge and I heard her go to the fridge and take out ice. She said just to give her a few minutes to freshen up. Ten minutes later she opened her bedroom door and appeared clad in a loose-fitting embroidered silk gown, holding two glasses filled to the brim with Scotch on the rocks. I could see she was totally naked under the gown and her nipples were prominently hardened.
We sat down on her bed together. Subtly, she quizzed me about Deja-vu and what I did I remember from the last occasion she held two glasses of scotch in her hands. I really was unable to think straight as I sipped at the rim of the glass.
Within a matter of two minutes, Tiff had reduced her glass to the remnants of ice only, grabbed what was left of mine, and placed it on the dresser behind her. She dropped to her knees on the carpet and started to rip at my trouser belt buckle and fly, all of which were opened within seconds as she took my now hardening shaft in her hands and wrapped her lips around it. When she finished devouring my manhood, in one seamless movement Tiff was straddled across my groin and she had me effortlessly captured deep inside her velvet-smooth love tunnel. “Captured” probably wasn’t quite the right word; more appropriately think “incarcerated”, casually mentioning she had recently met with her very close Singaporean girlfriend who gave her a few updated techniques and exercises to enhance her “grip” on such opportunities.
That evening we ordered a takeaway meal delivery and spent the next few hours catching up on our respective lives since we last encountered one another on the evening of the wedding rehearsal. Tiff invited me to stay the night, and we slept like babies until dawn when she entertained me, amongst other things, to an amazingly gripping display of captivity, from which I had doubts I was ever wanting to be released.
Another few months on, Tiff and I have established an almost regular Friday night ritualistic date, which alternates between our two apartments. There is now a lace embroidered black negligee hanging in a corner of my wardrobe, The scotch on the rocks, the ensuing routine of oral pleasure, the subsequent impalement and incarceration are becoming a regular, if not legendary but very private and enjoyable way to finish up a stressful working week.
That particular Friday, some four months earlier, when I had taken the car to the dealership was my last weekend in that vehicle. It was leased through my company and a replacement through a different dealership had been organised for the middle of the following week.
Timing is so consequential when sometimes things are meant to be, and sometimes not!!
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