It was totally cliche, I know, but as I pushed Sabrina back into the cloakroom all I could think about was tasting her sweet pussy. As she dug her nails into my shoulders, I could tell that she was more than ready to ride my tongue to pleasureland.

The wedding reception was, as most tend to be during this season, overdone in terms of the thematic touches, underwhelming in terms of the drinks and food, and populated by an overwhelming sense of quiet desperation. So I had settled in with the simple plan of making it through the night on a slow buzz of cheap scotch and a total avoidance of the usual assortment of bad music and drunken dance partners.

Until Sabrina came into the room wearing the sexiest summer dress I have ever seen. A college friend of the bride, she was totally out of place, from her long, tanned legs to the sexy sandals and the perfectly fitted outfit that showed off every amazing asset she had. I could not take my eyes off of her, and I could feel the radar of every wife or girlfriend in the place go off as they realized their men were gawking like morons as Sabrina strolled casually to the bar. I felt my cock twitch to life, as if letting me know that this evening might not be a waste after all.

After two glasses of really bad champagne but some very sparkling conversation, and I had Sabrina on the dance floor, pulled close. The twitching of my cock had given way to full-blown hardness by now, and she knew it. Trying to play cool around her was a ridiculous plan. The woman was the embodiment of sex, from the softness of her skin to the scent of her hair and the attention to details that were all on showcase on this humid summer night. Her nails were flawless, her tan was just the right balance of natural and nurtured, and her lips… I had already imagined them wrapped around the shaft of my cock. But as the music slowed down, Sabrina slid effortlessly into my arms, letting her nails dig gently into my shoulders as a kind of promise (or warning, I wondered). “I hate these things,” she said softly. “All the men wishing they could bang a bridesmaid, and all the women hoping to get something more than a wham-bam drunken lay in the hotel room before tucking hubby in for the night.”

I laughed. “So educate me,” I teased. “What does every woman in this place really want tonight, other than to avoid the wet spot after premature Charlie rolls over and starts snoring?”

Sabrina’s eyes sparkled, and those amazing lips curled into a smile that made my cock throb. “Seriously,” she purred, “they want hubby to go down on her like he used to when they were dating. She wants to fuck his face and make it all about herself, for a change.” With that, she pulled me close, letting her lips trace the muscles in my neck as her fingers dug into my back.

Pushing Sabrina to to the back wall of the cloakroom, I kissed her hard and deep as my fingers lifted her dress over her hips. Her perfectly manicure fingers slid her silk panties off just as quickly, and she kicked them away as if making a point. Wrapping her fingers in my hair, she pulled my head back, her eyes dancing now with playfulness and desire. Her message was clear. I dropped quickly to my knees, letting my strong hands slide down her body to the most amazing hips I have ever felt. My hands cupped them, and I felt her legs shift wider for me, letting the scent of her freshly shaved pussy to tease my senses.

My tongue darted and curled, and Sabrina moaned lightly. Reaching for a coat rack for balance, she braced herself as I went to work flicking my tongue, savoring her wetness. I worked slowly, tracing the inside of her soft thighs to her open pussy lips, letting my tongue tease her open. I could already feel the warmth as her clit, swollen and ripe, begged for some attention. Sabrina’s wetness was spectacular, and I drank deeply, feeling her sweetness on my chin and lips. I let my fingers slide off her hips, and slowly traced the contours of her tight ass, venturing so far as to rim her asshole. She reacted, moaning deeply as my fingertip teased her hole. I made a mental note. Another time.

Turning my attention back to her succulent pussy, I turned up the intensity as the tip of my tongue slowly circled her clit. I felt her gasp, her legs spreading wider, her hips moving forward. I worked her clit, sucking slowly, then let my tongue slide deeper into her wetness, my fingers grabbing her hips again and pulling her toward me. Balancing herself, and getting more and more vocal as my tongue worked its magic, Sabrina lifted herself, wrapping her long legs around my neck and shoulders. As I let the edge of my teeth slide along the curve of her clit, Sabrina went wild, grinding herself onto my face and driving my tongue deeper and deeper into her wetness. I could hear her moans as I worked my tongue harder, driving deeply as she literally slammed her pussy onto my face.

Sabrina’s legs tightened suddenly on my shoulders, and she thrust forward as I felt the shudder begin. My tongue curled inside her, as my fingertip slid playfully along the crack of her sweet ass. She stifled a scream, and her juices flowed down my chin. Those amazingly soft thighs turned to steel as her climax came on wave upon wave, and she squeezed my shoulders like a vise. I flicked my tongue once more, and she released. I drank deeply, the taste of Sabrina feeding me.  She thrust once more, then I felt her grip loosen.

Leaning back against the wall, surrounded by cheap coats and the dull thumping of bad wedding music, Sabrina looped her legs across my lap and kissed me gently, clearly aware of the massive hard-on rubbing against her leg. “I am in town for the weekend,” she smiled, “in case you don’t have any plans.”

To be continued…