The sun was going down and the air was getting cool as the fairy lights above their table flicked on. Jess and Ben were sitting at a table of 8 amongst 12 other tables, all full of guests. It was Jess’ childhood best friend’s wedding – Jess hadn’t even expected to be invited, but she was glad to come have the excuse to come dress up, eat some good food, and have a night of dancing with Ben.
Ben had something different on his mind – Jess. He loved seeing her get all dressed up, wearing heels that made her legs look long and shapely, a dress hanging delicately off her shoulders and fluttering around her thighs. She was wearing bright red lipstick outlining the curves of her lips, and eyeshadow that made her eyes look an even deeper brown than normal. He couldn’t get his thoughts off of her. Sitting next to her at this table wasn’t helping things, her leg occasionally brushing against his. He longed to keep his hands under the table and just stroke her silky thighs underneath her dress.
Jess laughed, snapping Ben out of his daydream. He looked over at her, smiling, pretending to have heard whatever anecdote she had just told. She glanced at him and smiled back, putting her hand on his thigh. Ben tensed up, trying to not overreact to her touch. Jess’ eyebrows furrowed, questioning. Ben smiled at her and tried to relax, “Nothing wrong, babe.” She smiled again, squeezing his thigh lovingly. Ben swallowed, trying to calm his mind down and keep his body from reacting to her gesture. He looked across the table, trying to catch the conversation that was happening around him.
Jess kept her hand on his thigh, now softly rubbing up and down. Ben could feel his pants starting to get tight. He knew he should move her hand away, but that was the last thing in the world he wanted to do. He opened his legs slightly, letting her hand stroke his inner thigh. He watched her face – was she trying to turn him on? Her eyes didn’t say – to him it looked like she was still fully engaged in the conversation. Before he had time to wonder more, their table was called for dinner. Jess moved her hand away from him, standing up out of her seat. He followed her to the line, trying to not stare at her ass too obviously. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
Dinner passed quickly, Ben’s mind mostly moving back to more mundane things like their table’s conversation. Jess was drinking glass after glass of wine, and Ben was enjoying the way she was getting giggly. She went to start her fifth glass of wine, when a passing waiter bumped her chair and splashed wine down the front of her dress.
She gasped. “Oh, it’s okay,” she said to the profusely apologizing waiter. “At least it’s white wine!” She handed Ben a napkin. “Can you help me clean up, baby?”
He raised the napkin to start drying her dress and noticed that she was still looking him in the eye. She had the devilish look which made Ben immediately realize she had meant to tease him earlier, and this was just the next step in her game. He dried the front of her dress, lingering on her chest and running his fingers over where her dress met her porcelain skin. She smiled, her face flushing slightly as he ran his fingers over her. They both quickly snapped out of the moment and turned to face the front as the DJ announced the bride and groom’s first dance. Her hand wandered back over to his thigh, stroking higher up this time.
Jess was quick to pull Ben out onto the dance floor as soon as the music started. Her giggly drunkenness was captivating him, and he couldn’t help himself from trying to be as close to her as possible. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and was grinding herself against him as the dance floor began to get crowded. He put his hands on her lower back, and she shimmied against him until they found where they wanted to be, cupping her ass. He pulled her closer, and her head grazed his shoulder as she playfully nibbled his ear. Ben felt his pants getting tight again.
He leaned over to whisper in her ear. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”
Jess giggled, running one hand through Ben’s hair. “You just look really hot in your suit,” she said, biting her lip. Ben felt his pants grow tighter, his dick begging to be let out.
“Someone needs to learn to keep her hands to herself,” he teased, squeezing her ass and making her let out a little girlish shriek.
“I could say the same about you,” she said, moving her hand from his hair to his crotch, rubbing him softly through his pants. “And you need to learn to calm down, we’re in a public place baby.”
Ben’s cock grew at her touch, and he wanted nothing more than to let her unzip his pants and play with it. He pushed his hips closer to her, silently begging her grip to tighten and to keep stroking him. She complied, and he bit his lip, trying not to moan.
“What am I supposed to do with this hot girl in her tiny little dress right in front of me?” Ben asked, moving his hips in time with Jess’ stroking. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to bend you over one of those tables.”
Jess hummed in pleasure, her face flushing again. She opened her mouth to respond, before being interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. She turned around quickly, standing in front of Ben to hide the growing bulge in his pants. He grabbed her hips and f****d her ass against him, and she started subtly grinding her hips against him as she talked to the girl who had tapped her on the shoulder. Ben tried to listen but was too focused on the growing desire inside of him to rip all of Jess’ clothes off and take her wherever he could.
The other girl soon left, and Jess spun back around to face Ben. Her hand quickly returned to his bulge. Ben stared at her, imagining her perfect red lips wrapped around his cock. No one would notice if they slipped off to the bathroom, would they? She was so talented with her tongue she would be able to relieve him quickly enough that no one would even care that they were gone, right? Then he thought about the little black thong he knew was the only thing she was wearing underneath her dress, and he knew her mouth wouldn’t completely satisfy him. He needed to cum deep inside her and satisfy her as much as himself. His cock was aching for her, he knew he needed to do something soon.
The way she was looking at him, he knew she was feeling the same way. He couldn’t take her into the bathroom, there were too many people there that knew them and would love to interrupt. He would have to take her back out to their car. He grabbed her hand, leading her off the dance floor.
“Where are we going, babe?” Jess asked, hardy able to keep up with Ben’s hurried pace.
“You got me all worked up, now you need to fix it,” he said, his cock throbbing underneath his pants. Jess giggled with joy and quickened her steps. They approached the car, and Jess rummaged through her purse, looking for the keys. “No time for that,” Ben growled, putting his hand on Jess’ shoulder. He bent her down over the hood of the car, and lifted up her skirt. Her lacy black thong was completely soaked through. He quickly unzipped his pants, moaning in relief as his cock sprung out. He guided it toward her dripping pussy, and slowly pushed it against her slit. It slid in effortlessly, making him moan again. His hands went to her hips as he started thrusting deeply into her, her pussy gushing around him. Jess moaned as he f****d his cock deeper and deeper into her, finally getting what he had been craving all night.
Ben felt Jess’ legs start to shake as she got closer to orgasm. He sped up, wanting so badly to feel her pussy contract around him. “Yes, baby, yes!” She screamed, her pussy getting even more wet as she came.
Ben could feel the tension building in his cock, he was ready to unload into her gorgeous pussy. He moaned as he thrust his cock all the way inside her, filling her with his cum. He could already feel it gushing around his cock, and as he slowly pulled out it dripped out of her soaked pussy. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, cock still craving her. He picked up her purse from where it had fallen to the ground, fished out the keys, and unlocked the car. He opened the door to the backseat and got in, Jess following right after and straddling him.
She lifted her skirt and guided his cock right back into her already full slit. She started grinding her hips against his, and he groaned as her legs tightened. He unzipped the back of her dress and let her perfect tits out, his mouth quickly taking its place on her nipple, sucking it as she kept grinding against his cock. Her hands tangled in his hair, forcing him closer to him and making him suck even harder on her perky breast. He could feel her legs tightening even more and he could tell she was getting close to another orgasm. He started thrusting his hips in time with her movement, making her gasp. Keeping his mouth on her nipple, he put his hands on her hips, forcing her to take the entire length of his cock with every thrust. Her hands tightened in his hair and she screamed, legs shaking as she came. He couldn’t resist her pussy massaging his cock, and he groaned as he filled her with his cum again. She kept grinding her hips against him, trying to milk every drop from his pulsing cock. He moaned as his cock kept pumping, responding to the perfect feeling of her pussy enveloping it.
Jess slowly climbed off him, his cum dripping out of her pussy down her thigh. She zipped up her dress and brushed her skirt back down over her thighs. Ben’s cock was still rock hard, but she was clearly tired out by their vigorous fucking. He tilted his head back and sighed in relief. He could’ve gone all night, but that would be enough to satisfy him until they got home later. Jess glanced over at him, noticing his cock still sticking straight into the air.
“Do you want more?” She asked, eyes not leaving his cock.
“I’m satisfied, baby. I know you’re tired.”
“Not too tired for this,” she said, quickly bending her head over and taking his cock into her mouth. Ben moaned in pleasure, bucking his hips and tangling his hands in her hair. He was so sensitive that her tongue felt even better than normal, and nothing could look better than her red lips wrapped around him like they were. Her brown eyes looked up at him, cock buried deep in her mouth, and he gasped as he felt his cock start to pulse again, filling her mouth with more cum than he thought possible. She sucked every last drop from him before lifting her head, lipstick slightly smeared but eyes looking triumphant.
Ben let his head drop back against the headrest. “I don’t know if I can walk after that, babe.”
She giggled. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to be walking funny after that.”
Ben smiled, reaching a hand out to stroke her hair. “You’re the one who started this, babe. Running your hand all over my thigh, you knew I would get worked up.”
“I know, and this is exactly what I wanted,” she said with a sly grin.
“I’m glad I could be of service,” Ben said, pulling his pants back on. “Now let’s get back to dancing.”