The Bridesmaid Part 3 (CONCLUSION) NSFW

I climbed on top of her and we began kissing again – probing, delicate, small kisses along each other’s mouths and chins. I stroked her face, the back of her neck and run my fingers along the smooth curves of her shoulders. I liked feeling her soft lips against my skin; it made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. At one point she stopped to ask me if I liked what she was doing and I replied in the affirmative. Continue reading “The Bridesmaid Part 3 (CONCLUSION) NSFW”

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The Bridesmaid Part 2

She instinctively pulled the hem down as the barman approached and asked if she wanted another drink. She waved him away with a polite “no thanks”.

‘Hello again,’ I said, sidling up next to her and sitting on the bar stool next to her. She hadn’t heard me approach but blushed again when she spotted me, turning towards me and presenting the full view of the stretched thigh. I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek in greeting. She responded in kind; I caught a scent of a sweet and delicate perfume. Continue reading “The Bridesmaid Part 2”

The Bridesmaid Part 1

Now, I’ve never been one for chasing the bridesmaids at a wedding for the hope of a quick fuck, but let me tell you about the time that actually happened to me. I was invited to the evening reception of some old university friends. The happy couple were pleased to see me; it had been a few years. But I felt proud and honoured to have been invited at all. Continue reading “The Bridesmaid Part 1”