fanzee1
A DAYFATHER
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Weddings can be very sexy. Especially if the couple celebrating is young and attractive. They will tend to have young and attractive friends and family. This means lots of young people in formal wear, looking their best, feeling good because it's a happy time, doing a lot of dancing and getting to know one another AND participating in ritual after ritual that celebrate fertility, life renewal, the union between man and woman, etc. Anyway, you get the picture. Is it any wonder new romances often sprout from weddings?
This story is based on an experience i almost had not too long ago.
Ron and Mike work together in Chicago. Mike is getting married to a girl named tiffany, whom he went to college with back on the east coast. She's actually from california, however, and her family still lives there. So the wedding will be in tiffany's hometown. All of their friends and family fly from around the world to california for a summer wedding, including Ron, who is one of the groomsmen.
On bachelor night the groomsmen meet, have a few drinks and talk to get to know each other at a ball game. Everyone hits it off despite Mike being the only mutual friend they all have. They then take the strait-laced mike out to a strip club where they get him good and sloshed for possibly the first time in his life. They also get him, and themselves, quite a few lap dances. Most of them from two strippers in particular, one cute blonde cowgirl type, kind of short and full of curves; one tall, leggy brunette who makes enough money from the group to finance a sports car.
Two days later the wedding takes place. Then everyone retires to the wedding party's hotel for the reception. Once there, Ron is delighted to see that Joe has arrived and is seated at his table. Joe was a former co-worker who has moved out west. He's there with an incredibly hot date, an italian gal named bianca, slim with classic dark features and long dark brown hair and a mouth that curls into a sexy smile. When Joes slips away to the open bar, Ron joins him there and congratulates him on his "gorgeous" girlfriend.
"Oh, she's not my girlfriend," Joe says. "She's just a friend of mine from college who lives down here. I'm not seeing anyone right now, so i needed a date."
The green light is on, Ron thinks. He approaches her, offers to "buy" her a drink and escorts her to the dance floor, where they both proceed to cut loose. His hands slide easily over the lacy brown material of her mini-dress as it clings to her hips, which never stop swaying as she turns, whirls and grinds against him on the dance floor through number after number. Her lips curled into that slightly wicked grin and her mischievous giggle accompanying every tune.
...So that's the set up. Ron's luxury suite at the hotel overlooking the cliffs is a mere 100 feet or so from the dance floor at the reception, where he and Bianca are dancing. In the story, they would sneak away there after a long slow dance and have an experience they will both remember forever, carefully returning separately to the reception to find that no one knows what they just did.
Sound like fun?
This story is based on an experience i almost had not too long ago.
Ron and Mike work together in Chicago. Mike is getting married to a girl named tiffany, whom he went to college with back on the east coast. She's actually from california, however, and her family still lives there. So the wedding will be in tiffany's hometown. All of their friends and family fly from around the world to california for a summer wedding, including Ron, who is one of the groomsmen.
On bachelor night the groomsmen meet, have a few drinks and talk to get to know each other at a ball game. Everyone hits it off despite Mike being the only mutual friend they all have. They then take the strait-laced mike out to a strip club where they get him good and sloshed for possibly the first time in his life. They also get him, and themselves, quite a few lap dances. Most of them from two strippers in particular, one cute blonde cowgirl type, kind of short and full of curves; one tall, leggy brunette who makes enough money from the group to finance a sports car.
Two days later the wedding takes place. Then everyone retires to the wedding party's hotel for the reception. Once there, Ron is delighted to see that Joe has arrived and is seated at his table. Joe was a former co-worker who has moved out west. He's there with an incredibly hot date, an italian gal named bianca, slim with classic dark features and long dark brown hair and a mouth that curls into a sexy smile. When Joes slips away to the open bar, Ron joins him there and congratulates him on his "gorgeous" girlfriend.
"Oh, she's not my girlfriend," Joe says. "She's just a friend of mine from college who lives down here. I'm not seeing anyone right now, so i needed a date."
The green light is on, Ron thinks. He approaches her, offers to "buy" her a drink and escorts her to the dance floor, where they both proceed to cut loose. His hands slide easily over the lacy brown material of her mini-dress as it clings to her hips, which never stop swaying as she turns, whirls and grinds against him on the dance floor through number after number. Her lips curled into that slightly wicked grin and her mischievous giggle accompanying every tune.
...So that's the set up. Ron's luxury suite at the hotel overlooking the cliffs is a mere 100 feet or so from the dance floor at the reception, where he and Bianca are dancing. In the story, they would sneak away there after a long slow dance and have an experience they will both remember forever, carefully returning separately to the reception to find that no one knows what they just did.
Sound like fun?
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