Where it happened: Me and the Maid of Honor
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Some years ago my brother, Rick, asked me to be the best man at his wedding and, of course, I readily agreed. I had met his fiancé, Kate, several times and thought that she was a fantastic choice-very attractive, smart, and was good at almost everything she touched. I should also add that Rick was 25 at the time and I was 22 having just graduated from college, and not only single, but not even seriously seeing anyone.
The big day finally arrived and I drove a several hours to the Adirondack locale where the weekend’s festivities would be. There were many coming from out of town and the wedding guests had a block of rooms at a local Holiday Inn. I, however, being the best man, had been given the keys to a small hunting cabin about 10 miles away. It belonged to Kate’s father’s elderly uncle and while it might have been small, there was nothing about it that was rough and rural. I brought my things in, put them in its sole bedroom, and even found the bar and beer in the fridge. I took one, kicked back, but eventually looked at my watch and realized that I had to get to the rehearsal.
About an hour later I arrived at the church and met the rest of the wedding party. Most of the groomsmen I already knew and had also met two of the bridesmaids. Then I was introduced to Gretchen, Kate’s older sister and the maid of honor. Immediately I knew that there was a mutual attraction. Gretchen was 26 and had had a very short, unsuccessful marriage. It was evident that she shared many of the same genes with Kate in that she was somewhat tall, strikingly pretty face, and a great body even if her boobs were somewhat small for someone her height.
The rehearsal went off without a hitch, but there were times when I caught Gretchen checking me out, but it was OK because that was what I was doing to her. At the dinner we did not sit near one another, but still there were times when I suspected she had deliberately been trying to make eye contact with me. It had gotten late and everyone agreed that Saturday would be a full day, we said our goodbyes, and everyone left in their own direction.
I got back to the cottage, turned on the lights, and decided to make myself a nightcap. The bar was well stocked and even at my young age I had developed a liking for bourbon. About 20 minutes later I heard a car come down the gravel road, stop, and then the distinctive sound of a door closing. Moments later I heard a knock at the door and upon answering it found Gretchen standing there still dressed in the skirt with matching jacket that she had worn to the rehearsal, but also had her suitcase and clothing bag with her.
“Hi,” I said. “I couldn’t imagine who was coming out here at this hour of the night.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, but the hotel had screwed up my reservation and had no rooms left. Being in this part of upstate New York there are not many options left. The cabin is Uncle Jack’s and when I came down the lane I was surprised to see a car here.”
“Well, don’t stand out in the cold night air. You had better come in,” I said gallantly taking Gretchen’s suitcase and clothing bag from her.
“Besides we really didn’t have any time to chat and get acquainted at the rehearsal.” She came in, looked around and saw my glass of bourbon. “Wow, what I wouldn’t give for one of those about now!” exclaimed. “Would you make me one, please?”
“Sure,” I said heading for the bar. As I got out a glass and proceeded to fill it with ice, Gretchen took off the jacket to her suit. She made all the right moves doing this and her breasts, while not being overly abundant, still pressed against her blouse, the seams of her lace bra becoming most evident.
I handed Gretchen her drink, we clinked glasses, and she took a big sip. “Wow, that’s good. I really needed it, too!” she exclaimed. “Uncle Jack always had great taste and I just find this cabin so romantic.” Then she went on to tell of growing up and spending some time out here giving me some history of how her uncle built and used the cabin when he was younger. During the conversation we had moved over to the overstuffed leather couch and as she was talking I looked deep into her eyes. Then Gretchen leaned over and kissed me passionately on the lips. “I wanted to do that since you first walked into the rehearsal,” she said.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you either,” I responded.
“I know, which makes you all the more attractive. I like a man that knows what he wants,” she said unbuttoning the first two buttons on my shirt. I then did the same to her and reached inside to feel her breasts.
“Before we go any further, I do have to pee,” said Gretchen getting up the couch and taking her suitcase back to the bedroom. I sipped more of my drink in her absence wondering just how this was going to end, but kept hoping for the best. Some 10 minutes later Gretchen came out of the bathroom and returned to the sitting room wearing nothing more than a long cotton nightshirt her perky little nipples obviously showing their presence.
Gretchen caught me checking her out and said, “Sorry, but I didn’t bring a robe with me, but this is far more comfortable than that suit I had had on all day.” Then she leaned over and kissed me again, but since her now liberated breasts were within reach I fondled her as I returned the kiss. I could also tell through the nightshirt that there was no panty line meaning that she was wearing nothing else. She sat back down on the couch and we began kissing again. I ran my hand up her leg eventually reaching her crotch where I twirled my fingers in her pubic hair.
“Oh, that feels good,” she said. “Don’t stop.” I worked my fingers through the hair and found her wet pussy, which told me that things were progressing and she was a willing partner. I found her vagina and my middle finger easily slipped in its now moist opening. With my thumb I gently massaged Gretchen’s clit, our lips locked in a passionate kiss as I did so.
“”The bed might be just a little more comfortable,” I suggested waiting to hear what response that would bring.
“Oh, I agree. Let’s go!” she replied as took me by the hand and led our way to the bark room of the cabin. Gretchen pulled back the bedspread as I took off my shirt and stepped out of my pants. By then Gretchen was in bed her eyes telling me to please hurry. I got into bed and moments later her hands were examining my raging erection. She was lying on her left side and wasted no time pulling my briefs off. Then she raised her right leg over me and I inserted myself deep into her.
“Do me now! Do me now!” she begged, but all of a sudden I had the terrible thought of the mess I would make if I managed to knock up my brother’s sister-in-law. What the heck was I doing?
“I want to, but am afraid to get you pregnant,” I uttered.
“I won’t happen!” she said. “Now just do me. You’re driving me crazy!”
A few long strokes and I not only fulfilled her wish, but filled her as well. We were both spent and fell asleep in one another’s arms. During the night my erection subsided and I slipped out of her. In the morning I awoke to an empty bed and the smell of coffee wafting through the cabin. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen where Gretchen stood still in her nightshirt. “It’s about time you got up, sleepy head,” she teased handing me a steaming mug. “We have to think about getting ready for the wedding.”
“Thanks for making coffee, but also thanks for last night. I really like you and you are really good in bed, too.”
“So are you, but let me shower first because it will probably take me longer to get ready.” I agreed and Gretchen went to the back of the cabin, entered the bathroom, and closed the door. Nearly 30 minutes later she came out and said, “I’m done. It’s all yours.” I gathered some clean underwear and went into the bathroom, which is when I then began to understand why she wasn’t worried about me impregnating her. On the edge of the sink was a pink plastic case, which when I opened it found a rubber dome some four inches in diameter. Then looking towards the towel rack was a douche syringe. “So this is why she wasn’t worried about getting knocked up!” I thought, “She inserted her diaphragm when she got changed. She knew exactly where this was going to end up.”
Knowing that I had to speed things up to get ready for the wedding, I took my shower and shaved. Then exiting the bathroom in just my underwear went to the bedroom where Gretchen was standing in her underwear and taking her dress out of the garment bag. Gosh, but she looked good standing there. Instantly I got an erection at the sight.
Gretchen looked at me, smiled, shook her head, and said, “It’s tempting, but not now,” as she stepped into her maid of honor gown. “Please zip me up,” she said turning her back towards me.
I zipped the back of the dress and then turned my attention to putting on my tuxedo. Meanwhile she finished detailing her makeup. Gosh, but she looked great. The gown fit her perfectly, but also nice accented her complexion and hair.
We went out to the car and drove to the hotel where to got into our limo to ride to the church. All the while the scenes of the previous night ran through my head and I was hoping that the two of us did not appear to be like two teenagers in heat. We both managed to act somewhat indifferent to each other until we got to the reception where members of the bridal party were invited to dance. Holding her close felt wonderful, but I had to be certain it didn’t feel too wonderful. Several hours later we were driven back to the hotel where we unobtrusively made our way to my car and headed back to the cabin.
We had sex several times that evening and I honestly hoped that my brother and Kate were doing it as well as Gretchen and I were. On Sunday morning we said our goodbyes and each went our separate ways. I heard from Kate that Gretchen had remarried and moved to Seattle, but I have never seen her again. Nevertheless, Rick and Kate’s wedding will always be one of those memories of a lifetime.
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