The Wedding Guest ((please PM before posting))

My nephew is getting married. I put everything on hold so I could fly down for the weekend. After all, everyone loves a wedding. All the young ladies are looking their best, and the wedding itself is like an aphrodisiac. A dance or two, a glass of champagne, and they're eager to spread their legs. I'm 6'2" 250, head shaved, deep blue eyes, trimmed goatee, broad shoulders and thick, sensuous lips. I have a tailored dark grey suit on, black wing tips, a white shirt and a blood red tie.

After the ceremony, we all go to the ballroom of the hotel. I circulate, chatting with my family, congratulating the couple, keeping my eye open for the right girl for me. I meet several possibilities, girls who look at me with desire in their eyes. A few moments is usually enough to tell me they aren't what I'm looking for. They don't have the instinct, the natural impulse to please.

Dinner's already over when I finally meet her. One of the bridesmaids. She was talking to a young man, but he's turned away, laughing at some joke with his dudebros. She looks lost, forgotten.

"I just had to say, you are the prettiest bridesmaid," I whisper. It's not even a lie. She turns, and the way she looks at me tells me she's a sub waiting to happen. She's the one I've been looking for.

"Dance with me," I say, and take her hand. Does she notice that it was an order instead of a request? Does she understand why that makes her heart race? Or does she just think she's happy to dance with a handsome older gentleman? As I lead her onto the dance floor, I smile warmly, looking her in the eye. I pull her close as we start to sway. It's a slow song. It won't take long.

The wedding was over, her cousin Kathy was now married. I had been one of her bridesmaids, here sister Sarah had been the other. Sarah was blonde and slim, I on the other hand was dark-haired. Afterwards everyone had said how stunning both Sarah and I had looked, but of course everyone had been concentrating on Kathy.

The afternoon was long, once the formalities were complete it was time for photographs. After that it was lunch, and during that I gave a speech, and finally after many hours the whole party was driven back to the hotel. I arrived in the car with Sarah and as we got to the hotel and checked in I looked to see that I still had a few hours before dinner.

With the more relaxed nature of the evening I had slipped on a little blue floral-patterened sundress, a blue thong on but I went without a bra. Spaghetti straps of the dress rested on my shoulders and the blue pattern was interrupted by some lace patchwork across my midriff just under my breasts, the skirt ended mid-thigh. I left my hair and make up from the wedding as I still thought it looked pretty good.

As the night progressed there was a certain amount of mingling and a lot of repeating the same to people about who I was. In a group with another of my cousins and his friends, with a glass in my hand I was suddenly startled momentarily by the sound of a voice close to me and I whirled around and came face to face with the guy who had spoke.

I smiled at his offer of a dance and was all set to make my excuses when I felt his hand take my free hand and I felt myself being led onto the dance floor, winding through the other couples that were already there dancing. Finding a spot I smiled lookingup at him, being only 5'6" he was a good few inches taller then me as we stood face to face and started to dance.

"Are you from the brides side or the grooms?" I asked, which I had been asking every person I hadn't recognized during the day.

"The groom's," I say. "I'm an uncle. Uncle Frank. And you are...?"

As we danced, I held her close, much closer than was probably appropriate for a girl half my age. I love how small and soft her body feels, and I'm sure she can feel how strong I am. We sway and turn slowly on the dance floor, our bodies communicating, and I am surprised. She follows so well, her body naturally responding to mine, answering each movement, obedient to each step.

"You dance beautifully," I say, leaning my head down so my lips are close to her ear, my voice low. "So few women are able to let go of control enough to let a man lead them on the dance floor."

I lifted my left arm, then, holding her hand, and my right gave her hips a gentle push into a slow spin. I slipped my arm around her when she came back around, and pulled her close again, smiling at her, pleased. Then I look around the room and give her a wry smile.

"Which one of these lucky fellows is your date?"

They started to dance and as he held me I found myself almost pressed up against him. Nevertheless I moved in time with the music and with his lead just as other couples danced all around them.

"Men never want to dance," I had said just before he stepped back and for a split second I thought the dance was over, and then I was spinning on the spot. Having let out a little gasp, more in surprise then anything, I once again held both of his hands as they went back to moving in time with the music and others around them.

I shook my head at your question, "oh none of them, I came on my own," I said before adding, "though Sarah keeps trying to set me up with the Groomsmen."

The music stopped and I slipped my hands from his, "thank you for the dance," I said with a smile. "I'm going to..." I looked over and pointed in the direction of the bar, "get a drink, if you'd like one..."

As others started to leave the dance floor too I took a step towards the bar.

I nodded towards the bar, but as she took a step, I took two, and put my arm around her waist. I walked her to the bar. It was a bit crowded, so I let her belly up against the bar, and I stood behind her. My hands rested on the bar on either side of her, almost caging her in. I didn't press against her, but our bodies were close, and I let my cheek brush against her hair and inhaled. Then I lowered my head further, finding her ear.

"You smell delightful," I whisper, so softly she can barely hear, even with my lips brushing against her ear.

I raise my hand, then, catching the bartender's attention, and straighten up to give our order.

"Scotch, neat," I say. "And whatever the lady's having."

"You don't want one of those boys," I say, softly in your ear. "I doubt any of them knows the first thing about what a girl like you needs."

Stepped up to the bar leaning against it as I felt him step up behind me, not pushing me into the bar but enough to feel his chest against my back and I saw his hands grip the bar either side of me before he raised one hand to the server.

"Gin sour," I said to the server as I half turned standing at the spot to glance back at him with a smile, "thank you, I said to him for the compliment on my hair.

As the two drinks were set in front of me I took hold of his handing it to him before I reached for my own glass and raising it, "cheers," I said looking up at him clinking my glass against his.

I turned around fully, my back against the bar as I held my glass against me, and do you know what a girl like me needs?" I asked with a smile adding, "half the time I don't even know myself."

I smile. She doesn’t seem to mind me boxing her in. We clink glasses and sip, and she faces me, so close, we’re almost touching.

“I know what you need,” I say. I keep my voice low, but there is no doubt, I am sure of this one. “Half the time, you know, too. The other half you’re just trying to convince yourself it isn’t true.”

He reached out, touched her cheek, and then let his fingers slide back to the base of her skull, where her elegant hairstyle flowed down. He gathered a handful of hair and made a fist, pulling her head back just a little. He leaned down, almost kissing her.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to surrender,” he whispered, his breath hot on her lips. “I know you’re a strong, independent woman, but you don’t have to be in the bedroom.”

I found myself smiling as he said"I know what you need" as I thought to myself 'yes they all say that'.

My eyes turned and glanced towards the hand and fingers as I felt them touching at my skin. Looking back up to him, my drink still in hand I felt his hand move back and run through my hair.

I wasn't quite expecting the grab of hair as I gasped and instantly looked from side to side as others around us glanced over and I felt his breath close to me as his face got so close I even thought and expected for a second a kiss.

Still I smiled more as I looked up at him reaching up and tapping his hand as I felt my hair release I moved my head back forward smiling at the others around them who were looking over in our direction. "You know you seem to think you know a lot about me when you didn't even know me 10 minutes ago."

Sipping on my drink, still leaning up against the bar as others brushed to either side of me to get there own drinks.

I shrug my shoulders.

"You're right," I say with a smile. "I can admit when I'm wrong. I don't know the first thing about you. These are your friends and family. I'll take my drink and leave you to enjoy their company." I pick up my drink and take a sip, opening your way out. Then I stop.

"But if you find yourself wondering why people who've known you your whole life don't get you, and some old dude who never set eyes on you before now does, come find me."

Even as he moved I didn't, back against the bar, as he still held onto the bar with his free hand while he drank as I did too. "Oh I'm not too worried about people not getting me," I said glancing around, "not even sure I want them to get me," I added with a smile, "more fun this way...don't you think?"

I asked looking up at him holding my drink against me still smiling.

"But you certainly are not the first to pull my hair." I said as I raised my glass back to my lips, drinking as I still kept eye contact with him.

"So, you like having your hair pulled," I say. I reach up and give it a teasing tug. "I wonder what else mystery girl likes. Do you like being pinned?"

He leaned towards her, pressing his body against hers, pushing her back against the bar.

Holding my drink against my chest I offered a slight smile as I felt his hand and fingers back in my hair, nodding before I spoke, "yes, I mean not all the time, but when it happens, yes I do like it." I said looking into his eyes as I spoke.

As he leaned in I quickly moved my drink to the side just moments before I felt myself being pushed back, I felt the hardness of the bar at my back, the softerness of his body against my front. I could feel him breathing he was so close. I could smel his cologne and I took a long deep breath before nodding a second time, "you mean like being pushed up against the back of a door the moment after you walk in a room, or against a tiled wall in the shower, and one time there was even a window, but the shock of the coldness made me scream in surprise," I said with a laugh as I studied his face. "As with the hair pulling, not all the time, but I do like it when it happens."

I leaned back far enough to create some space between myself and him, turning to the side slightly so I had enough room to take a sip of my drink before I turned back and closed the gap once more. "What do you want to do with a girl like me on a night like tonight?" I asked raiding my eyebrows slightly, questioning.

"I might want to bend you over the railing of the balcony in my room, and see if you're a screamer," I whisper in your ear. "Or maybe I want to take a walk down by the lake and go skinny dipping and then try to keep each other warm in the bushes. Or am I in the mood to strip you slowly and tease and titillate every inch of your body, until you are begging for... well, whatever you beg for. But you've done all that before." I wave the thought away, dismissively.

I push away, taking my weight off you. I smile, and look at you closely.

"What I would like you to do, but only if you're so inclined, is to whisper in my ear one thing that you haven't done."

I smiled softly at each of his suggestions as he listed them and when he said I'd done them all before I gave a gentle nod, "well never skinny dipping, but I've no desire to do that tonight," I said with a smile.

As he pushed himself back from me I brought my drink back to my lips, sipping on it before holding it against me, and after taking a second sip of my drink I moved away from the bar and leaned into him, "one thing I've never done," I said a paused, "is go to your hotel bedroom." I added and leaned back smiling as I finished my drink, turning back to put the empty glass on the bar behind me.

"No, you haven't been to my hotel room," I say, smiling. "Tempting and slippery. You're good. Would you like to come to my room?"

Smiled as I turned back to him looking up at him, "thought you were never going to ask," I said a I glanced back behind me looking for and waving at the bartender, "do you want another drink to take with us?" I asked turning back around as the bartender walked over and ordering a gin sour.

"A drink to take with us where?," he says, smiling. "You haven't answered my question, and I haven't invited you anywhere."

I held the fresh drink in my hand sipping on it and laughed, "oh sorry, I thought when you said 'would you like to come to my room' you were actually like asking me." I took another sip of my drink and smiled, "sorry my mistake, getting ahead of myself there for a second."

"No need to be sorry," I say. "I'm flattered, really, but I was just asking if you wanted to."
"You got me, I admit that." I chuckle and gesture to you, admiringly. "You get full points. You answered the question I asked, without actually telling me what I wanted to know. It was well done. You're cute enough that I'll hang around and BS with you, but if we're just going to BS each other, we can do that right here at the bar. So, tell me something that you haven't done. Another scotch, please," I add, looking past you to the bartender.

I waited as you got your new drink, "so you wanted to know if I wanted to go to your room and when I said I did you were just only asking if I would, but don't actually want me too." I said more to myself then anyone, trying to make sense of his words.

"Ok, never mind," I said shaking my head slightly as I took a sip of my drink, "something I've never done...hmm...well I've never had group sex, never more then one partner at a time." I admitted, looking at him, "I mean you were after something more intimate then I've never been parachuting, right," I joked, laughing.

"I was wondering if you're capable of something more intimate than parachuting," I said. "I enjoy intimacy. I like connecting with a woman on a personal level before getting physical with her. But I also sometimes enjoy fucking a hot bitch for the giggles, so we can skip the conversation if you'd prefer."

I offer her you arm and nod towards the elevator.

"Oh I definitely am, and there's no way I would ever jump out of an airplane." I joked as with one hand I took hold of my drink, while my other hand gently gripped on to his arm. "Everyone enjoys intimacy I think," I said as we walked.

The wedding reception behind us, we passed a few other guests who were coming back from the restroom and heading back to the reception as we crossed across the hotel hallway and approaching the bank of elevators I let go of his arm to reach out and press the call button. The doors to the elevator opening I stepped into the elevator walking in and leaning against the back wall, not knowing the floor we were heading too I left it to him to press the floor.

"Oh I also have never done it in an elevator," I said all of a sudden as he walked in behind me.

I push the button for the 9th floor, and as the elevator doors close, I slide my hand under your dress, cupping your mound through your panties.

"One has to be careful," I say. "Most elevators have security cameras in them." I look back over my shoulder at the black dome in the ceiling where the camera is mounted. Then I reach out and push the stop button.

"It might not be on," I say. "There might not be anyone watching. Or they might enjoy the show enough not to interrupt."

"Well let's not find out tonight," I said, reaching out and pressing the already illuminated 9 button and the elevator started moving once more, but leaving his hand where it was, under my dress and between my legs.

Looking up at him as I stood there, back against the elevator, breathing harder as I felt his hand my chest rising and falling heavily. Reaching my own hand down, my arm brushing against his as my hand felt for and pressed against the front of his pants. I could feel the outline of him, and my fingers traced the length back and forth until the elevator slowed to a stop as it reached the 9th floor.

My hand dropping back down by my side as the elevator made a 'ding' sound as the doors opened.

"Chicken," I say, laughing. I keep stroking you through your skirt when the doors open, smiling at you, and only when the door starts to slide closed to I withdraw my hand and hit the open door button again.

"Room 95," I say, and wait for you to get off.

Of the elevator.