I attended a wedding reception with my boyfriend who was a fraternity brother of the groom. The event was at the home of the bride’s parents in an exclusive neighborhood in upstate New York. It was fascinating to move among all these polite and well-dressed people. I come from a much more earthy part of town.

We slowly walked down the receiving line as introductions were made and hands were shaken. I’d never remember all those names and faces.

I remember thinking to myself how beautiful the bride was — all blonde in satin and lace. When we were introduced and shook hands, electricity sparked. She and I were both a little shaken by the experience. If the tremor that went through my body was the same as touched hers, I knew I had to act on it. Looking her directly in the eyes, I thanked her for being invited. She said she hoped to talk to me later during the reception.

Sure enough about thirty minutes later as I was stepping away from the champagne fountain, she approached me. I told her that her parent’s home was beautiful. She said that she had to go freshen up and would I like to see the upstairs as she did so. I walked up the stairs with her making small talk.

She led me to her bedroom and locked the door behind us. I was all over her in a flash. I took that pretty blonde head between my hands and pushed my tongue down her throat. She moaned in ecstasy, she had been just as hot for me as I had for her. As she spread her legs, I reached down and under all that satin and lace and found her pussy. I rubbed her hard as she screwed her ass against the door. I put my hand inside those little lace panties and made contact with her hot flesh. The panties held my hand in place as I finger-fucked her to an orgasm. My tongue was still ravishing her mouth as she came, and she wasn’t being passive at all, as she came she grabbed my breasts through the material of my blouse and started to aggressively massage them with both hands. Yes, this was really feeling good.