The Wedding Crasher

Kyle heard the tapping of high heels rushing toward him as he left the restroom and then the unexpected sensation of a woman’s cool hands over his eyes. “Guess who!” she whispered into his ear.

“Ummm…is it Kelly?”

She giggled. “Nope!”

“Is it Amanda?”

“Try again, sweetie.”


“Wow, you suck at this!” she said, giggling a bit louder. “It’s a good thing you’re cute…”

Kyle chuckled and put his hands in his pockets, resigned to losing the impromptu game that had been forced upon him. Sarcasm might be the best way to go at this point, he thought to himself. “Ummmm…I don’t think I know you, lady. You might have the wrong person,” he said with a teasing smile.

She giggled softly into his ear before she spoke. “Actually…you’re right. Well, about the first part. You don’t know me. Buuuuut….maybe you’d like to?? You know…just real quick, before anyone notices you’re gone.”

Kyle felt her push something into his back pocket as her right hand covered both of his eyes. Her dainty fingers felt nice against his ass. He could feel her body against him — warm, pert, and delightfully feminine. Her perfume was intoxicating…fruity and sweet. It carried a hint of nostalgia for a time long ago that he couldn’t quite pinpoint in his memory. Her voice was gentle and playful. She had his full attention as she spoke.

“What’s your name, mister?” she asked, inching her lips a little closer to his ear than before.

“I’m Kyle,” he replied.

“Hi Kyle! You can call me Katie. But that’s not my real name.”

“Ohhh? Good to meet you…Katie. Are youuuu, um…a friend of the groom or the bride?”

“Neither. Let’s just say I’m from out of town. So, here’s what’s gonna happen now, Kyle. I’m gonna walk away and you will walk back to the reception. Do not look back at me. Meet me in the groomsmen’s dressing room at 9pm with this blindfold on that I just placed in your back pocket. I’ll be there on time so you don’t have to sit there long. If you ask for my real name or any information about me, then I’m gone. Same goes if you take off your blindfold.”

“Ohhhh, wow…this just got interesting!” said Kyle, chuckling with a tinge of nervousness in his laughter.

“Do we have ourselves a deal sweetie?” she asked.

Kyle took a deep breath and sighed. “Ohhhh, I don’t know Katie. What if someone walks in on us?”

“Then they’ll see you giving the business to a beautiful woman! That hardly sounds like a problem for you.” Katie reached around him and began to massage his package. Her delicate fingers tickled and fondled his member sending waves of pleasure through his body. For a moment he forgot that he was still outside near the restrooms and had no idea if they were being watched.

“Katie! Someone’s gonna see us!”

“Shhhhhhhh, don’t worry darling. We’re still alone. Just meet me at nine and be prepared to do whatever…and I do mean…what…ever…I… say.”

He nodded. “Wow…um, ok sweetheart. You’re the boss.”

“Gooooood answer! I’ll see you at nine,” she said with a sharp smack to his ass. Don’t be late! Otherwise I’ll take this belt off of your waist and give you one hell of good spanking!”

She smacked him once again, this time hard enough to send him a few feet on his way. He placed his hands at his backside and rubbed.

“Yes, ma’am!” he said with a hiss as he looked back behind him. She was nearly gone, save for the short glimpse of her long brown hair and pastel dress as she scurried around the corner of the restroom. He checked his watch. It was was half-past seven.

“Wow,” she said softly to himself. “9 pm could not come quickly enough.”

To be continued…

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