Wedding Preparations

The bench,  
Sat at the divide in the trail,  
Along the creek,  
Just below the houses.  
 
She was sitting there,  
On a bench,  
Leaning back,  
Morning sun on her face,  
Strawberry blond,  
In a front button dress,  
Printed with spring flowers.  
 
Relaxed,  
Left leg straight out,  
Touching the ground,  
Right curled up on the bench,  
Foot against her left knee.  
 
Several buttons undone,  
At the top,  
Would have shown,  
Cleavage,  
If she had, had any.
Did show,
Pressed against the fabric,
Tiny button nipples.
 
Several buttons undone,  
At the bottom,  
Showed,  
Creamy,  
White,  
Inner thighs,  
More than halfway,  
Above her knees.  
 
I said,  
“Good morning”.  
 
She glanced at me and smiled,  
Turned toward me a little,  
Enough to show even more,
(Not quite enough),
Of her inner thigh.  
 
I said,  
“Fresh.  
This morning,  
After the rain”.  
 
Her eyes focused on mine,  
And as she continued smiling,  
She turned toward me a little more,  
Enough to show,  
She was a natural,  
Strawberry blond.  
 
Before I could say anything more,  
With her smile now a grin,  
She said,  
“Are you,  
Enjoying the view,  
This morning?”  
 
My reply was simply,  
“Yes”.  
 
She stood,  
Said,  
“Let’s walk together”.  
 
She took the path away from the creek,  
Toward the houses.  
 
I was a couple steps,
Behind her.  
 
Narrow,
Almost child like,
Hips,
Wiggling,
Enticingly.
 
Fold of the dress,
Caught in her,
Butt crack,
Accentuating,
The wiggle.
 
She went through the gate,  
Of the house,  
To the right,  
As the path,  
Curved left.  
 
I stayed a couple steps,
Behind her,
Enjoying the view.
 
She crossed the patio,  
Entered the open French door,  
Disappeared into the house.  
 
I caught up with her.  
 
She said,  
“This will be my first time,  
You will be my first.  
If you're wiling.”  
 
My reply was simply,  
“Yes”.  
 
She undid the few buttons,  
That were still buttoned.  
 
The dress slid to the floor.  
 
She stood before me,  
Bare.  
 
Wonderfully,  
Gorgeously,  
Bare.  
 
She was,  
Beautiful.  
 
Teasingly,  
She pirouetted,  
Around,  
And around,  
Displaying,  
Herself,  
Before me.  
 
Wondering if she would laugh,  
At my no longer young,  
Never really fit body,  
With its engorged cock,  
Sticking out to the front.  
 
I kicked off my sandals,  
Pulled my shirt over my head,  
Pushed my shorts to the floor,  
And stood bare before her.  
 
She appraised me,  
Raised her arm,  
Wiggled her finger,  
Indicating I should,  
Pirouette for her.  
 
I did,  
Not nearly as gracefully,  
As she had for me.  
 
She didn’t laugh.  
 
She did lick her lips.
 
And said simply,  
“Yes”.  
 
I stepped toward her,  
Took her head gently,  
In my hands,  
And pulled her mouth to mine.  
 
As our mouths met,  
I moved my hands,  
To her shoulders,  
To her back,  
And pulled her to me.  
 
The first part of our bodies,  
To touch,  
Was my cock against her belly.  
 
Then her tiny,
Perky,
Nipples,  
Against my chest.  
 
As our bodies molded together.  
I felt her fingers,  
Curl around my cock,  
And point it downward,
Fitting it between her legs,
Then those fingers slid,  
Around to my butt.  
 
We stood there,  
Kissing,  
Hugging,  
Touching,  
Caressing,  
From mouth,  
To toes.
 
With the length,
Of my cock,
Rubbing,
Her tightly,
Closed,
Pussy.
 
She broke her mouth,  
From mine,  
Whispered,  
“The bedroom,  
My bed,  
Is over there”.  
 
I lifted her,  
Carried her,  
Through her bedroom door,  
Laid her on her bed,  
Touched her lips,  
With my finger,  
Traced down to one very hard,
Aroused nipple,  
Flicked it,  
Moved to the other equally,
Aroused nipple,  
Gently pinched it,
Twisted it a bit,
Continued tracing down her body,  
To her navel,  
Then parted her,  
Strawberry blond hair,  
And found her,  
Wet.  
 
I leaned forward,  
And repeated the journey,  
With my mouth,  
My tongue,
My teeth.  
 
Tasting her,  
Enjoying her.  
 
And with my tongue,  
In her pussy,  
Getting her ready,  
For her first time.  
 
When it was clear,  
She was on the verge,  
Of cumming,  
I leaned forward,  
And stroked between her,  
Pussy lips,  
With the tip of my cock.  
 
And pushed into her.  
 
She was,
Delightfully,
Tight.  
 
She squirmed.
 
I pushed,
Harder.  
 
Her breath caught,  
A gasp,
As,
The head of my cock,
Parted her pussy,
Entered her cunt.
 
As I slowly,  
Drove my cock,  
Into her cunt,  
She arched her body,  
Pressing herself,  
Her pussy,
Up,
Against me,
Swallowing my cock,
With her cunt,
Until it was,  
Fully within her.  
 
As tight as she was,  
The sensations I was receiving,  
As I withdrew and re-drove,  
My cock,  
Into her pussy,  
It didn’t take long,  
Her cunt began contracting,  
Her convulsing orgasm,  
Triggered me,  
My cum was deposited,  
Deep within her pussy.  
 
As I lay there on top of her,  
I continued moving,  
My cock within her cunt,  
Thoroughly enjoying the moment.  
 
She looked into my eyes,  
As she rolled her hips,  
Moving herself so that,  
My cock moved in and out,  
Of her pussy,  
Clearly enjoying the moment.  
 
She said,  
“Thank you.”  
 
I answered,  
(And I meant it!)
“It was my pleasure.”  
   
She added,  
“Mine too.
And now I know,
What to expect,
On my wedding night.”  
 
I stared at her,  
Said,  
“Wedding night?”  
 
She continued,  
Rocking her hips,  
Pressing her pussy,  
Against me,  
Sliding my cock,  
In and out of her cunt.
 
She said simply,  
“Yes,  
I'm getting married,
Next Sunday,
In the Temple."
 
"Can we do it again,  
Please?”