his hands massaging the back of my knees and inner thighs. His hands moved further up, pushed aside the gusset of my pantie, and inserted a finger into my pussy. He covered me back up with the skirt so that if anyone were to show up, they would think we were just sitting at opposite ends, having a conversation. He skillfully manipulated my pussy. I had been fingered before, but Nick knew exactly what he was doing. He pushed me backwards so that I lay flat on the chair.
“Relax,” he said. “Let it all go. Just close your eyes and relax.”
I did as he said.
His finger slowly moved in and out of me, gently at first, then picking up pace. Even though I closed my eyes, I knew his eyes never left my face so he could see my every reaction. His touch was driving me into frenzy. A second finger slipped into my pussy; now I was shaking as he withdrew each finger slowly and massaged my clit before slowly going back in.
“Nick,” I called out to him in ecstasy.
“Sshh. Just relax,” he said, three fingers now inside me.
I felt my insides stretch to accommodate him, tightening around his fingers as he finger-fucked me. I lost control, my body writhing in pleasure. I had never had an orgasm with just fingers, but it seemed like Nick was determined to make his fingers do what most men needed their cock to do. If his fingers could bring me so much pleasure, I wondered what his cock would do to me. I pulled myself up, my hand clawing at the back of my gown to loosen the corset. The zipper ripped open, like I thought it might, and the cool air caressed my lower back. I was itching to get out of that dress and feel Nick’s bare flesh against mine.
Nick pushed me back one more time and placed his palms underneath my ass, lifting me up slightly. He reinserted his fingers into my pussy. His fingers reached my core and triggered a cascade of waves that caused my pussy to contract around his fingers. My whole body started trembling, and soon I was gasping in orgasm.
Nick guided me up from the chair, holding my body, which had weakened from the orgasm. We headed towards the changing room in the corner. He laid me on one of the benches inside and raised my gown’s skirts over my head – I’m sure I must have looked like an upturned umbrella. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel my lower half exposed, my legs up in the air in an open “V”.
Nick fumbled with his tux and soon was naked from the bottom down. I couldn’t see his cock from where I lay, but when I felt him entering my inner folds, I knew that he was decently endowed. At first, he fucked me slowly and tenderly, like he was making love to me. I was past the stage of slow seduction, having already achieved orgasm. I knew I was on my way to the next one, and I needed him to fuck me faster.
“Please,” I begged, arching my hips towards him in encouragement for him to fuck me even faster. Nick pounded me ferociously at the invitation. He fucked me until I was wheezing under my layers of tulle.
He was grunting and calling my name as his steady fuck built. I held on fast to the bench, careful so I didn’t tip over. I could tell he was nearing the end as his grunts turned into moans that were loud enough to get us caught. But I was enjoying the thrill of total abandonment and did not care if anyone discovered us. Nick thrust into me one more time, hitting a certain spot inside. I bucked, arching my back upward, grabbing onto the edge of my skirt as I released a scream that was soon followed by his as he exploded inside of me.
CHAPTER 5
Nick and I made it to the cabins without raising eyebrows. I wore his coat over my burst seam and pretended to be cold. To the casual onlooker, it looked as if my brother had offered me his coat to keep me warm. I still looked funny in the bridesmaid dress, no doubt, but I was happy that I’d soon be relieved of it. Once we were safely in my room, I struggled to get out to the dress.
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