A Wedding Celebration

There are social occasions one looks forward to, others undertaken reluctantly. This wedding thinks Adam, looking around the room, without doubt, belongs firmly in the latter category. Vows exchanged, an excruciating best man's speech endured, the guests are now gathered in a hotel function room

Adam is sitting at a large rectangular table on the outer, possibly reflecting its occupants' low rank in the social pecking order. Everyone else appears well acquainted, chatting animatedly - house prices, school ratings, celebrity gossip. All unremittingly tedious, either completely self-absorbed or deliberately excluding him and the woman of colour sat opposite. Who looks up and favours Adam with a bright smile. She is, it belatedly dawns upon him, strikingly beautiful.

"My name's Cora. Do you know any of these people?"

"Adam, pleased to meet you. A surprise invitation from the groom, I haven't seen him since university Thought I'd attend and renew some old connections. Looking at this lot," he gestures at the throng, "I've changed my mind. How about you?"

"Similar story, I knew the bride vaguely at college. Christ, they've spent the GDP of a small African country on this bash and still managed to avoid any hint of good taste. So bored, I nearly lost the will to live during the speeches. What happens next?"

"At a guess, an unwise alcohol intake and some of the worst dancing you'll ever witness. If we're particularly unlucky the groom will sing Mustang Sally."

"Please God no," responds Cora fervently, "such a cliche. Want anything at the bar," she continues, "this wine is only fit for stripping paint. I'm getting a G&T."

"No, I'm fine," replies Adam, enjoying the sight of her delicious derriere sashaying sexily across the floor. Returning to the table, Cora solicitously refills his water glass, leaning over to reveal an enticing cleavage; almost as if it were a deliberate come on...

A conclusion unambiguously confirmed shortly afterwards when, kicking off a shoe, Cora slowly and sensuously slides a foot up his leg, painted toenails nestling against the straining bulge in his trousers. Tempting and teasing, the salacious look in her eyes is unambiguous. At which point the band takes to the stage, joined by the drunk and fearsomely off-key groom, unwisely attempting a rendition of - you guessed it - Mustang Sally.

"No, please, I can't endure this," whispers Cora urgently, "let's escape to my room." She slides across a napkin with the number scrawled on it in lipstick. "Give me a couple of minutes start and then follow." Instead, Adam waits a scant few seconds before heading towards the hotel lobby. Their erstwhile dining companions, shouting and singing along, don't even notice the pair depart.

Taking a lift to the sixth floor, resisting the urge to run down the corridor, he eagerly enters the room to discover Cora draped decorously across the bed, displaying a come-hither expression and a large amount of leg and bosom. The wicked minx tosses something in his direction and Adam instinctively ducks, bending to retrieve a crumpled pair of panties.

"Thought it'd save time," Cora declares boldly, rising to wind her lithe form sensuously around him. They kiss passionately, hands avidly exploring each other's bodies, mutual arousal unleashed.

"Christ, I want you," she declares urgently.

"All in good time," responds Adam, calmly.

"Playing hard to get?" Cora looks at him archly. "Perhaps you can't cope with a sexually assertive female?"

"A woman who knows what she wants is a wonderful thing," replies Adam, "however it seems I'm being tested. It's not self-determination but provocation I need to deal with."

"And how do you propose to do that?" Cora challenges.

"Like this," answers Adam, sitting on the bed and flipping Cora face down across his knee.

"Oooh, I like a man who takes charge, I suppose you think you're going to spank me?"

"I'm absolutely certain I'm going to spank you," he confirms, raising her dress to reveal the perfect peach of a posterior he's spent the last hour anticipating.

"I know I can be a lot to deal with" concedes Cora, " often headstrong and naughty. Maybe I do deserve to get my bottom smacked?"

"Your bare bottom," points out Adam, "and I wasn't seeking permission." The word becomes the deed, and he determinedly hand-spanks Cora's firm globes, ignoring her token yelps of protest as she squirms, across his lap. Several minutes later, palm starting to smart, he instead switches to stroking and squeezing the gloriously silky skin of Cora's heat-radiating rear. Her purrs of pleasure increase in timbre as Adam dexterously transfers his attention to the damply glistening delights at the apex of her thighs, urging a probing finger between dewy love lips.

"Mmm..." Such sweet surrender, Cora slips into a blissful submissive reverie, only to be abruptly jolted back to reality when he abruptly resumes her chastisement, each ringing slap causing Cora to kick her feet, hands scrabbling at the sofa cushions.

"You deserve this, don't you?" Adam's tone is strict.

"Yes, but enough now!" Cora jumps up and looks ruefully at her glowing buttock cheeks. "You should've stopped sooner; marks show on white girls but are hard to see on my dark skin; you almost went too far. I want to be ravished, not punished." Sulkily she massages her stinging moons.

"Then we'd better do something about that," replies Adam, decisively pulling her towards him

"Don't crease the dress," she cautions as it slides to the floor, leaving Cora clad in only high heels and jewellery. Exhibiting what Adam is discovering to be a characteristic sense of fun, she dons her wedding hat to complete the titillating ensemble, twirling to ensure he gets an enthrallingly intimate view. With a determined expression, she pushes Adam back onto the sofa and frees his straining erection.

"Well endowed," Cora observes with evident approval. She straddles him cowgirl style, circling the base of his manhood with cool fingers. Slowly lowers her shaven pussy onto his rigid rod and guides him into her tight, wet haven. Cora's hands hold back her raven hair, a blissful expression on her face as she slides up and down his slippery pole. She leans back and rotates her hips, skilfully riding his cock, hat and shoes lost amid their mutual fervour and now fully naked, breasts prominent and nipples engorged. Adam pulls her closer, liberates her arousal-swollen tits and applies his mouth and tongue to each in turn. The exquisite combination of squeezed super-sensitive boobs and his lustily thrusting cock tips Cora over the edge, and she orgasms noisily, her entire body vibrating, lost in the moment.

"Fuck, yeah, don't stop." Eyes closed; she is determined to extract every ounce of sexual pleasure from this erotic encounter. With superhuman self-control, Adam manages to resist coming and instead pushes Cora onto her back, parts her thighs and resumes shafting her warm, slick pussy. Their eyes meet and look down, transfixed at the sight of Adam's thick cock penetrating her sopping sex. For Cora the intense sensations are almost unendurable, she groans in distress when all except the tip of his throbbing member is withdrawn, then shudders ecstatically as he thrusts back into her velvet pussy.

"Time you had a proper fucking," he growls, increasing the pace.

"Yes, do it to me," she moans. Feeling her second orgasm, driven inexorably peak, Cora grabs Adam's shoulders and wraps her ankles around his waist, determined they'll climax together. "Go on," she gasps, "Come inside me." Cora tilts her pelvis, pressing him harder against her engorged clit, internal muscles gripping his rod tightly until Adam can hold back no longer and both come at the same time in a gloriously abandoned crescendo.

Sometime later, dazed and sated they carefully untangle themselves and retrieve their clothes, Cora still trembling with excitement, Adam's jizz leaking down her thighs.

"Amazing," says her husband, breaking the silence as they shower together, "whose wedding was that anyway?"

"No idea," replies his wife. "The room key was on the table by the person sitting next to me."

"What do you fancy for our next sexy escapade?" asks Adam.

"Something with an even bigger risk of being discovered," answers Cora without hesitation.

"The posh people who own that big place up the road from our house are having a garden party in their grounds next weekend," muses Adam thoughtfully. "We could gate-crash, grab a drink, then head into the woods behind the house and do it en plein air."

"A risky al fresco dalliance could work," Cora agrees, already intrigued by the prospect, "I feel a wicked exhibitionist phase coming on, the sense of jeopardy is so thrilling."

"Very bad behaviour, I'll have to cut a switch and whip you."

"Might have to tie me to a tree first."

The incorrigible duo set to planning their next escapade.