Chapter 32: Below the Knee

I was never going to do the below the knee shaving trick anymore. Not when occasions like this could possibly happen. My body trembled as his teeth made contact with my panties. My now very moist panties. I leaned back and cried out as his perfect teeth grabbed a hold of the crotch of my panties and pulled them down.

I watched as he slipped my panties off of my ankles and pushed them into his pocket. He undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his black tie slightly.

“I know that as soon as I saw you, I wanted to get to know you.”

“You want to get to know me, but you don’t want me to know your name?” I queried. My body trembles in anticipation of what is to come.

“No names, no questions.” He looked at me intently.

“Is that okay with you?”

“It’s okay with me, if it’s okay with you.” I

whispered, my heart thudding. I didn’t even know what I was saying. I want him to be touching me again. I'd agree to anything to get him touch me again. All I care about right now is his hands on me and not whether he tells me his name or not. That's what one night stands are for right?

“Good.” He said simply as he grabbed my legs and spread them widely, giving him room to see all of me.

“Now let me show you how I reward good girls like you.” He buried his face into my tongue and out of me. I lay there with my head on the ground and my legs spread and all I could think about was the fact that anyone could walk into the room and catch us, fornicating, on the ground. In the back of the church with my best friend wedding going on.

Though, technically we weren’t fornicating. I have to admit that the thought both scared me and turned me on. I had released my inner slut.

"Come for me baby." He cooes as he pushed his tongue further back into me while he pressed his thumb on my slit.

He whispered as he slid in and out of me with speed, his tongue feeling as thick and long as some men’s dicks. I know, I know, it’s a weird thing to think about, but he knew how to work it. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. I was pretty confident that he would be dynamite in bed.

"Oh my God!" I cried out. I can feel the organsm building up already. He could feel it too because he increased his pace with his fingers and tongue.

“Bite my shoulder.” he offered.

He growled as I started screaming. I did as he commanded and bit down on his shoulder and shirt to stop the whole church from hearing my climax. However my neck felt slightly strained so I moved back slightly. He kissed my clit before licking up my juices and moving up slightly, and I kissed his neck.

“You taste so good, like honey.” He grunted against me and I felt his fingers rubbing me gently.

“I can think of a place that’s better to do this” I say

He laughed, “We already moved once.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t meet up tonight.”

“Tonight?” I squeaked out, surprised at his suggestion and not knowing what to say. That would be it then. I’d officially ended my two years drought. I’d be having sex again. And with a hot stud. My stomach jumped for joy at the thought.

"Yes, tonight"

"Alright" I nodded. "If that's okay with you"

If foreplay can be like this, I can't wait for the whole package. A little bit of me is scared, walking off with a strabger go God knows where. I do not even know his name.

“We should go back into the church.” He grinned.

“Someone’s playing ’Here Comes the Bride’ again.”

“Yeah, we should head in.” I nodded as I

hurried towards the door.

“You go first.” He stayed where he was. “I’ll come in after you.”

“Okay.” I opened the door and hurried out of the room, my body flushed with blood from my orgasms.

Had I really just let a strange man go down on me? My brain was still in total disbelief and I Laughed to myself as I walked into the church.

I’m barely aware of the journey. I know there are touches. An elevator where we leave the mirrors fogged before we leave. His fingers brushed under the hem of my dress to touch my ass. And of course, the glorious kisses. Even if we did nothing else,I would be blown away by his lips and the way it feels like he's kissing my whole body. We’re in a hotel room now, and it’s gorgeous.

“It’s nice.” I looked around, barely breathing.

The room was huge and decorated like it was a Pottery Barn display. But I honestly

i don't care about that. I care about the fact that we’re now alone and there’s nothing stopping me from getting exactly what I want.

“Are we done with the small talk?” His arms

went around my waist and pulled me towards him.

“I didn’t know that we were—”

“Shh.” His lips touched mine gently as he

kissed me. “Let’s not waste our time talking.”

"I don’t even know your name.” I pulled away from him slightly.

“Does it matter?” He replied, his eyes light, as

his hands fell to my ass.

“I guess not.” My face burned in shame. Not

because he didn’t care about my name, but rather because I didn’t really care about him either. I'll call him Mr heady because he gives good heads. I was going to sleep with him either way. We both knew that. His tongue had been the appetizer and now I was ready for the real thing.

I push the jacket of his suit to the ground and undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing a toned and tanned chest, perfection. The shirt joins the jacket on the floor and I lean forward to use my mouth on him. I want to taste his skin. But he pulls me back.

“My turn.”

He spins me around, undoing the zipper of my dress and letting it fall to the ground. His hands skim my waist, and pull me back against his chest. I’m tiny compared to him. Even in my high heels. His cock is hard against my ass, and now I can feel just how big he is in a way I cou

ldn’t before. His hands rise to cup my breasts, and he squeezes them, making me moan.