Three weeks ago this past Saturday, I attended a wedding. One of Krista's good friends got married and I went as Debbie's guest. It was a beautiful autumn day and the wedding was very nice. The bride looked beautiful and Krista and the rest of the bridesmaids looked very sexy in their red strapless dresses. I wore a lovely blue dress, with a little bit of cleavage. Because this was a wedding, it was one of the few times that I'd wear a bra.
Deb picked me up and we went to the church. The ceremony was nice and the bride looked so beautiful walking down the aisle. It reminded me of my wedding day and made me a little sad. The reception was held at a local function hall. I was amazed at how many people were there. I guess that final count was one hundred twenty eight, not including the wedding party. The bride's guests were on one side, and the groom's on the other. There was a pastry table, live band and a huge dance floor.
I sat at a table with Deb, our friend Jane and four other women, all friends of Deb. All of us were in our late thirties or early forties and divorced. Later in the night Krista jokingly called it the cougar table. We sat and watched all of the rigmarole that goes with a wedding reception. The wedding party introductions, head table toasts and the ceremonial dancing that the wedding party does. Then we had a nice dinner. It was one of the best receptions that I had been to.
After dinner, the party began. The band played music from the eighties and early nineties. People were dancing and mulling around the bar. Because I didn't drive myself, I had decided that I wanted to drink, but not get drunk. Just get a light buzz on. My only concern was getting home. I knew that Deb would probably hook up with somebody. I knew other people there, so I wasn't too concerned.
Debbie mingled, as she usually does. I sat and chatted with Jane and two other women. We talked about our kids and ex-husbands, all the things divorced soccer moms talk about. At one point during the conversation the subject of sex came up. One of the other women, and attractive red head named Pam, commented about all of the cute young guys that were there. I had noticed that I hadn't seen Deb in a while. I looked around for a bit and saw her on the dance floor with this younger nerdy looking guy.
That was actually her type. Being dominant, she likes younger, somewhat naive men. He was tall, with brown hair and kind of cute. He seemed a little nervous on the dance floor but Deb would loosen him up. She had found her conquest for the night and I don't think he had a clue what he was in for. But I knew and so did Deb, he was going to get the fuck of his life. A few moments later I noticed that they stopped dancing. Deb gave me a subtle sign to meet her in the ladies room. We walked in together.
"What's up?" I asked her.
"Do you mind if I take him home with me?" she asked.
"No problem," I replied. "I can find a ride."
We looked in the mirror, fussing over ourselves as women do. There were other women in there, we were waiting until we were alone.
"He's kind of cute," I said to her. "What's his name?"
Deb replied, "Joey, he's a friend of one of the bridesmaids."
"He has no idea what he's in for later, does he?" I asked, with a smirk on my face.
"That's the fun part," Deb said laughing.
"You're going to take advantage of the poor thing?" I asked.
"Sweetie," she relied. "I'm going to fuck him into a coma."
We both laughed as we exited the ladies room. Krista looked at us and shook her head smiling. She knew her mom's deviant sexual mind was up to something. She was in no position to talk, she was all over some guy half the night. It was going to be an interesting evening a Debbie's house. She wet back to talk to Joey and I went back to my table. When I got there, I noticed a glass of red wine waiting for me.
I asked Jane where it came from and she mentioned that a man had bought it for me. Then she pointed to the other side of the room. He looked at me and raised his glass, I responded the same way and nodded my head in appreciation. Jane whispered in my ear that he was hot, though I couldn't see him very well from that distance. I continued talking with the other women and was actually starting to get bored. After about ten minutes, I saw this out stretched arm to my right. It was him.
"May I please have this dance?" he asked.
My eyes gleamed as I looked at him. There are many terms used by women to describe men. Hot, cute and sexy are popular, but I think that the best compliment you can give a man, is to call him handsome. To me, the word handsome means both attractive and manly. He was both. He was tall and big shouldered, with brown hair. He looked like he was close to my age.
I introduced myself as we walked out to the dance floor. He told me that his name was Frank and he was the groom's boss. He owned a home security company in the local area. I could tell right away that he had money, but that never matters to me. It's how a man treats me that does. He treated me like a woman. He pulled out my chair, bought my drinks and was very gentlemanly. I was getting drunker than I wanted too. When I drink too much, I get very flirtatious and somewhat slutty. I didn't want him to think that I was a lush, so I shut myself off.
After some nice conversation we back back out to the dance floor. That's when I saw Deb gesture that she was leaving. She had Joey with her as well as Krista and some guy she met. As I said earlier, it was going to be an interesting night at her house, that poor kid had no idea what he was in for.
"Damn, there goes my ride home," I said to Frank.
"No need to worry," he replied. "I can drive you home."
"Thanks Frank, but I don't want to be an inconvenience," I said.
He responded, "Not at all, it'll be my pleasure."
I was glad that he said that because I had a very strong attraction to him. It was one of the few times that I was glad that I had a bra on because my nipples were as hard as marbles. After our dance I requested one more glass of wine. As we sat and chatted, the groom came over with his new bride. Frank introduced me to her; I gave her a hug and wished them happiness. That's when I saw Frank pull an envelope out of his suit pocket and give it to the bride. He told them to enjoy their honeymoon.
We noticed that the crowd was beginning to thin out and it was getting late. I asked Frank to take me home. He took my coat check ticket, put my jacket on me and escorted me to his car. When we got there, he opened the door of a brand new beautiful Audi. I only live around three miles away from the function hall so the ride home was very short. When we got to my house, I asked him please come in. He again opened the car door and escorted me into my house.
When we got in, I offered him a drink. The only liquor that I have in my house is wine, but he turned it down. He asked me for root beer, which I have because my boys like it. I told him to get comfortable and that I was going to go upstairs and get out of this dress that I was in. I went into my bedroom and took off everything. I put on small pair of white panties, and a long sleeve baseball style shirt that belonged to my husband. It goes down below my hips and I sleep in it a lot.
When you come downstairs in my new house, you emerge in the living room. The back of my sofa is facing you. I could see Frank sitting there, waiting patiently for me to return. There is a carpet of the floor so I could be very quiet. I surprised him as I straddled his lap, put hands behind his neck and looked him in his eyes.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello there," he replied.
My nipples were like marbles, and it was very easy to see that. It was the reason that I put that particular shirt on. My eyes focused on his.
"I hope that you can stay awhile Frank," I said.
He replied, "For a little while, yes."
"Good," I said, squirming on his lap.