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Dancing Around the May Pole(new)

May is wedding season. I cannot
tell you how much Lo despises
the month of May for this reason.
So many of her girlfriends are
taking their vows and “settling
down,” but Lola sees it as simply settling. I happen to like the month of
May. May reminds me of Lo – for
she is May to my December. Like
it or leave it, we were invited to
a wedding in May. One of Lo’s
close girlfriends was marrying one of the guys who, prior to
meeting his bride-to-be, had a
thing for Lo. Who are we kidding?
He still has a thing for Lo. He was
one of Lo’s college friends who
was lucky enough to go for a long ride with Lo in the car late one
night. I told you that tale and so
there’s no need to reiterate it
again here. Suffice it to say that
anyone who has met Lo never
forgets her. So, early one Sunday morning Lo
and I put on our Sunday best. She
wore a slinky black dress with a
plunging neckline and also a
plunging back revealing that this
dress simply could not be worn with a bra. Underneath she wore
her little pink thong. Her heels
gave her a delightful lift and
revealed the curvaceous shape of
her instep. We got on the road early and
drove through the hilly country-
side. It was a beautiful spring
morning and all the trees were in
their first full blossoming. As we
drove along the winding back roads of the New England
landscape, Lo put her feet up on
the dashboard, hiked up her
dress, and started rubbing her
clit. “I’ve been horny since last
night. You fell asleep so early. I had to troll the posts on Craigslist
to find some guy who had his
number posted. I found one and
luckily he was able to get me off,
but it wasn’t enough. God, I’m so
fucking horny right now! How the hell am I going to be able to sit
through this God-awful
ceremony?” Her legs were up
and her panties were down
around her knees and the
oncoming cars could have a perfect view of her crotch if they
simply took notice of the
passenger area of my car. “Can I
go down on you?” she begged. “No!” I said. “These are
dangerous roads.” “Well, find a spot to pull over. I
need your cock in my mouth. Pull
it out and pull over.” I drove on till I found a part of the
road with a shoulder where I
could park. It was close to a farm
with horses running in the
fenced-in paddy. We were
surrounded by woods. Lo leaned over, unbuckled my dress pants,
unbuttoned them, unzipped them
and pulled out my hard cock. She
went down on it like an animal
swallowing its prey whole. I
pushed down on her head because I love the feel of her lips
up against my body around the
base of my cock. Her long black
hair draped over her face and felt
soft on my skin. She continued
like this for a while as she fingered her pussy. Then she
abruptly pulled off and said, “Get
out of the car.” I looked at her
puzzled. “Just do it!” I obeyed her
demand. We got out of the car and I went
over to the passenger side. She
crouched down in her heels there
on the dirt shoulder of the road
and sucked off my cock. Her
dress hung down between her legs and she pulled it up to be
able to manipulate her pussy. A
car passed. She didn’t care. After
some time she stood up and bent
over the hood of my car and
lifted up her dress from behind. She pulled down her panties and
looked over her shoulder at me.
“Fuck me.” Nothing else needed
to be said. I mounted her from
behind, pressing her torso into
the hood of the car. I began thrusting at her in the crisp cool
spring air. My breath had gotten
so hot and intense that I could see
it misting as I rapidly inhaled and
exhaled. Lo’s tits had fallen out of
the plunging neckline of her dress and were now drooping on the
hood of the car, the nipples
becoming erect from the cold of
the metal. I fucked her hard for
about a minute and she came
with a startling scream. The horses in the paddy turned and
ran. It’s like she’s a fucking force
of nature! I pulled out of her as she lay
listless on the hood of the car. It
looked like I had murdered her
or something. I went to put my
hard cock away as a car drove
by, slowing down to look at the scene of the crime. Lo slowly
peeled herself off of the hood and
put herself back together. We got
in the car and followed the
directions to the function hall. The wedding wasn’t being held in
a church or religious space. To
save money and family fighting
the couple decided to get married
in the function hall in which they
were having the reception. The place was a sprawling building on
a lush, green property with a
lake and a few gazebos. It was
lovely. We walked in and had to
pass a number of anterooms and
other function rooms in various stages of being assembled before
we found our party’s room. We
went in and waited on line with
the other guests to sign the guest
book. The bride and groom were
waiting by the guest book greeting their invitees as they
got to the front of the line. Finally
it was our turn and Lo gave a hug
and a kiss to both bride and
groom as I shook their hands and
introduced myself. Then I picked up on something that only the
groom also saw. Lo bent over the
book to write our names in it and
as she did her dress plunged
down revealing her braless
breasts hanging down within her loose-fitting dress. I was to Lo’s
right and I actually couldn’t see
this wonderful opportunity, but I
had seen how the dress fit on her
and simply from the stare of the
groom’s eyes on Lo’s chest I deduced what it was that must
have caught his eye. I couldn’t
begrudge it of him. Her breasts
are beautiful and if one is going to
show them off like that, others
are going to look. And furthermore, the poor sot was
about to enter into vows that
would, theoretically at least,
make such beauty forbidden to
him. Let the condemned man
have his last meal – a feast of his eyes upon my lovely Lo’s breast.
Oh Lo, you temptress, you sadist,
you slut! We found our way to our table
and introduced ourselves to the
motley guests with whom we
were seated – a sad
conglomeration of suburbanite
couples who must have the dreariest of sex lives. Just
imagining sex with any of them
was enough to make one’s
stomach turn. But they were all
pleasant enough and, of course,
Lo was the life of the party as well as the center of all the men’s
attention as their frustrated
girlfriends and wives looked on
with contempt. We sat through the ceremony and
people ooed and ahed and cried
and laughed and all those things
the audience is expected to do at
a wedding. During it Lo took
advantage of every opportunity to try and stroke my cock over
my pants and rub her foot up and
down my leg. Apparently she
hadn’t had enough out in the
fields. Does Lo ever have enough? After the ceremony was over,
but before the brunch was to be
served, Lo and I took full
advantage of the open, full bar.
The band played and we danced
and we stopped to refill our glasses and we danced some
more. Lo became frisky and
grabbed at my ass in front of all
the guests. She nibbled on my
earlobe, kissed my neck, put her
fingers through my hair, and, before this all got way too out of
control and far too graphic for
some of the octogenarians in the
crowd, I whispered in her ear,
“Meet me upstairs in about two
minutes.” I then discretely walked through
the labyrinth by which we had
arrived at party’s wedding,
retracing my steps up the stairs,
through the long corridor, into the
empty beer hall, back past the other function room that the girls
were preparing for a wedding
later that day, back to the
coatroom. At each new vestibule
my eyes searched with intensity,
scrutinizing the manifold possibilities: Could we fuck here?
What is the likelihood of someone
walking in? Where would we do
it and in what position?
Unfortunately my top three
choices – behind the long bar, in the coatroom, and on the lovely
white couch of the foyer, seemed
just a bit too risky. The foyer
was right out there in the open
for all to see. An attractive
prospect, but also one that could get us arrested. Behind the bar
seemed perfect, but the beer hall
was attached to the function room
where the employees were busy
little bees preparing for the party
later that night. They were walking in and out of the beer
hall carrying plants and plates
and the like. The coat room
seemed perfect – it was big,
dark, and apparently abandoned.
However, it was also right next to the main entrance of the place
and I had no idea when the next
party was to begin and if anyone
would be looking to check their
coats. I could just picture Lo and
me in there fucking like rabbits and someone saying, “Boy, boy!
My jacket.” I would extend my
left arm and grab it while my
pelvis thrust into Lo’s pussy from
behind. “Yes sir,” I would say, as
the man rushed his family away in horror! No, that would not do. So there was only one last option.
I met Lo at the top of the stairs
and I said, “Follow me.” I led her
to the bathrooms on that floor –
luckily not the one our party was
using – and escorted her into the men’s room. She stopped before
entering and said, “Are you sure
there’s no one in there?” “Yes,” I
said. “Positive. No worries.” We
went in and we went for the stall
furthest away from the door. There were only two stalls and
one urinal in ...
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