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Unexpected Awareness at a Wedding, Part 2

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Pete and I walked from the church to the reception. I was a little quiet on the walk, and Pete noticed. He chatted away about anything but the sex we just enjoyed in the church…..well, for sure I enjoyed. It was the best sex of my life, and I was quiet not because I did not stop it, but because I could not stop thinking about how good it was. Now with the man who just gave me that greatest sex, I was walking to the reception, still just wearing my summer dress and nothing under it, exactly the way I dresses this morning for my husband’s thrill. But my husband had to go to work and Pete did not hesitate to pick up on what I was not wearing under my dress.

It was a ten minute walk for us, lots of other people just left their cars at the church and walked. Nice warm sunny summer day. Why not. The reception was in an older hotel that I had always wanted to visit, but never had the chance. Pete knew it well, growing up in that area, and used it as a topic to talk about as we walked over. Looking back, I have to say Pete was very sweet in the way he tried to get me to open up, chat, and not bring up we had just done I the church. Needless to say, we were one of the later arrivals, so we selected a table in the back in a corner. It was not a great place to see and hear the festivities at the bride and groom’s table, but we were happy just to find to space for us. In fact there was one chair at that table, but the waiter brought another and we squeezed in. The advantages of a round table, always easy to fit in extra people.

Pete and I enjoyed drinks and light lunch. Reception was nice and cheerful. Pete and I even danced a couple time, just as friends would dance. No sexual expressions, just a fun dance. Pete was not drinking alcohol, since he was driving, I was just sipping champagne, I am not a big drinker. Great conversation with other people around the table, whose attendance was changing as people got up to dance or visit other people. At one point I felt Pete’s right leg press against my left leg as he was in an animated conversation with people across the table. He gave me a look of “whoops” and I press my leg back against his in jest as if to say “this is my space buddy”. It was good fun. Whatever it was about it, it did prompts Pete to place his right hand on my left knee, and give it a gentle caress. Just like in the church, I did not stop him and I did not look at him. The right thing would be to stop him, I was happily married, but knowing that he knew how naked I was under my dress excited me…..being naked under the dress among all those people excited me, but Pete was the only one that could be sure. All day my bare breast were clad by the tidy light fabric of the dress, silhouetting each breast’s shape. It was not overly obvious, nor was it slutty. If it was, my husband would have said something when he first saw me dressed before we left the house. I am sure the pattern of the dress help hid obvious bare breast silhouetting. Pete, though, knew I had nothing on under the dress, and that made it exciting in my mind.

Pete pulled my wrap dress open under the table, gently working it over to expose my left leg from the fabric. No one could see what he was doing, It was a round table, we were sitting close, and only a wall behind us. I had no reason to stop him, except that I was married, and the excitement I felt of him exposing my left leg up to my hip, was too great for my marriage to David to stop Pete. So, without looking at Pete, I just let him pull open the dress below the tie around the waist at that table in a room full of people. My nipples were rock hard and without even looking, I knew they were pressing against the thin fabric. One guy across the table was taking peeks at my top, his interest tuned in to the points against the fabric.

Pete’s hand gently caressed my exposed left leg, gently and slowly so as not to let on to any of the others what was happening. He rubbed just my leg, never making a move high on the inside of my leg to my pussy, just rubbing my leg. Then, as I was lost in my thoughts from Pete’s touch, I hear a voice from behind me asking if I would like another drink, I turned my head to face a cute waiter, who was not looking at my face, but down. It just all surprised me, not knowing how long he was there and what he can see, I haven’t looked down yet to see Pete’s work. I stammered a “yes” for another drink and the waiter left, but not before catching anther glance down on me. It then occurred to me, as I turned to acknowledge the waiter, I did turn left in my seat a bit to look at him, and this would have brought my left leg further out from under the table cloth. I had to look down as soon as I felt I could comfortably examine the scene without making a scene, and when I did look down, I was shocked, there was my left leg completely exposed, the smooth white flesh of my skin exposed all the way up to almost my pelvic bone. Pete had pulled the left part of my wrap away from my left leg, but when I turned to address the waiter, the right part of my dress was pulled away from any cover up of my left leg. I was shocked at how much I was exposed. I was relieved that the right part of my wrap sill covered my right leg and pussy. But more than that, I was feeling a rush of erotic warmth going through my body. The flesh I was showing to Pete and to the waiter, behind that table gave me such a rush, overcoming my body with a horny wet feeling. You could not see my pussy, but it was just inches away from the edge of the fabric. And the amount of skin showing, it was almost certain that I was not wearing panties. This was when I looked at Pete for the first time, and for some reason, the look of pride over his face made me smile at him. I did not turn around facing back into the table. I did not cover up my let. I just stayed as I was, out of view of the others at the table, but turned in my seat facing Pete. I wanted Pete to see me. I was hot from how much Pete could see of me. I remember out of nowhere, I thought how much I would like to touch my own breast right now, and tweak my nipples. I don’t know what made me think that, it just came out of nowhere. I didn’t do it, there were way too many people in attendance that would see that. But I remember that thought at that moment.

The conversations continued, and at one point when Pete leaned in to hear what he missed of something I said, I felt his left hand along my right leg, brushing the dress off my leg, feeling the fabric move along to my high thigh. Again, I should have stopped him. But I did not move, I did not react, I did not look at him or look down at myself to see how much was exposed. I stared at the people across the table, continued the conversation and enjoyed the feeling of the cool air on my bare skin. When I saw the waiter returning, my only movement was to turn a little further left in my chair while leaving my right leg in place. I still did not look down to see what was being exposed, I just graciously took my drink and drank in the look on his face as he looked down at me. He took one final parting look at me as he was walking away, by looking over Pete’s shoulder. I took a drink, intentionally spilling a little on my dress. Taking my napkin, looking down to wipe the champagne spill off my dress, I was able to look down at myself, and I saw my left leg fully exposed, the right leg fully exposed, and peeking out from the remaining wrap of the dress below the waist was my smooth, bare and moist pussy. I – could – not – believe it. I was sitting there, almost naked from the waist down for Pete to see and for a waiter to see. I remember being so turned on, my first gut reaction in my mind was to spread my legs wider, arch my back and tuck my hips, and thus spread my pussy wide open for Pete to look at. But reason still held control of my actions, and instead I closed my legs up a little and turned facing the table. I tried to deal with my excitement for a few minutes, but I was just too turned on. I was easterly turned on. I remember how wet and aching my pussy was. I could not ignore it. Pulling my dress together under the table, I excused myself to use the bathroom. I had to finger myself….I HAD TO FINGER MYSELF. That was how hot I was from my exposure. As I was standing, Pete said to use the bathrooms downstairs, that with the stone walls of the basement, they built a private dining area and it had a nice grotto look to it. Even though I just did not care what the bathrooms looked or where they were, I still replied I did not know this hotel had a basement. Pete got up and said he will show me. We walked out of the reception, the only words Pete said to me was “your nipples are really hard under your dress”. My body just went further. I was walking through a room full of people, and Pete tells me my nipples are protruding so much that they are just standing out under the light fabric for all to notice.

Pete guides me through the hotel reception area, down a ramp into a basement. He was right, it was like a grotto down there. The old stone foundation exposed, nice lighting, and there across the bathrooms, before you head down a hallway to the kitchen, was a private dining room. It had two rock walls, one finished wall (for the hallway) and one wall of glass with a glass door. It would have been beautiful, except the table was covered with stacked linen and other items. It looked like it was being used for some sort of storage at the moment. It had folded towels, sheets, table cloths, boxes, and stuff sitting on top of this table. It was a shame to see if for the first time like this. Pete and I walked in to look at the room and handmade cabinets. Plenty of light came through the glass wall that we did not turn on the lights. When we reached the far end of the table, Pete turned me around and gave me a deep loving kiss. I just melted and kissed him back. We only broke our kiss just long enough for Pete to untie my dress so it would open on the front and he could slid his hands under and feel my entire naked body as we continued our kiss. I did not know where this was going but I was going with it completely.

When I first felt Pete’s hand on my pussy, I moaned, openly and vocally. I spread my legs as I felt his finger press in my wet fold. I remember moving my pelvis forward to press my pussy into his hand. Our kiss broke, and his other hand went to my exposed breast, rubbing and gently pinching my nipples. I just stood there, half naked, letting him take my body the way it was feeling so good. A couple times we heard voices from the hall way, my back was to the glass wall, it was mostly dark in the room, and my exposed body was only facing Pete. He would look over my shoulder to check that we were not caught, but he never stopped fingering my pussy and rubbing my breast. At some time during this I dawned on me that we just had sex not a couple hour ago, in a school room, and now, somehow Pete has made me even hotter and wetter and if he does not do something soon to me, I will start begging him to fuck me. What was different about this time was I was not shy about his cock. At first I rubbed it though his pants, then I simply opened them up, reached down under his under pants and grabbed a handful of hard smooth ridged cock. When I made him moan, I locked my lips against his, and we continued to finger, stroke, rub, caress…whatever you want to call it, we were in a erotic locked make out session.

Thankfully, Pete, pulled away, he looked over what was on the table, grabbed a sheet and laid it out on the floor where the table was between the glass wall and us. Then he grabbed a pile of towels and laid it on the sheet. He moved my down on the sheet, directed me to lay on my stomach with the pile of towels under my pelvis. Laying in this positon, I felt him fold the bottom of my dress up over my back, my bare ass exposed to him. I felt his hand on my pussy. He fingered me from behind with my ass up in the air. I stretched my arm out in front of me. Pressing my body back against his hand. I spread my legs as wide as they would go. I grunted, I was breathing hard. I started talking dirty to him in a low voice that he may not have even been able to hear. Then his touch left me, briefly. When it returned, I felt his body on top of mine, his cock against my pussy, and as wet as my pussy was and as wide as my legs were, his ridged ahrd cock slide right in. When he was deep in my pussy, leaned to my head and whispered that he was naked and he wanted me naked. I felt and helped him remove my arms from my dress until I was laying under him, his cock deep in my pussy completely naked under his naked body. We were not making love. It was a hard passionate fuck. With the heaving breathing, grunting, slamming of his pelvis into my ass, his cock deeper and deeper in my aching pussy, spreading my legs ever more wide, his hands pinching my nipples, naked on the floor of this unused dining room with a wall of glass, my dirty talk spilling out of my mouth in soft whispers…..it was a hot fuck.

Like before, I do not know if it was multiple orgasms or one continuous orgasm, but my body started to cum. I remember looking to my left and from under the table through the legs of the chairs, seeing a person(s) walking by. Pete move my body where my ass was higher but my chest still against the floor as I watched these people on the other side of the hallway. As Pete continued to fuck me, I found myself whispering “watch me, watch me, watch me” as I watched the people in the hallway. They started to look into the dining room. Their faces pressed against the glass. They never even tried the door. Pete saw them too, and slowed way down, with his cock deep in my pussy, just grinding into me as he waited for those people to move. I don’t know what Pete would have done if they came in, I know I would not have move, and I would not have stopped the fucking. In my mind I wanted them to watch us. Pete placed his hands under me, taking a breast in each one, kneading them as they ached for his touch. His face close to mine, also facing the glass wall and people on the other side. He started to whisper “I think they can see us….I think they see my cock in your pussy……I think they are looking at your naked body”. Thinking of it now, no they did not act like they could see us, but at that moment, what Pete was saying as I looked at those people through the chair legs, feeling Pete grind fuck me from top, it put me over the edge like I have never been before. My body starting shaking from my orgasm.

When the people moved on, Pete grabbed my hips, moved my legs together, his legs on either side of mine, and just started fucking me. My chest and face still on the floor, Pete’s hands on my hips. This was now the best fuck of my life. Soon, he came, we both collapsed. We took a little time laying naked together to catch our breath. Then, we dressed, snuck out of the room (we did leave the towels an sheets on the floor so the hotel would know that they needed to go in the laundry) and each went into the proper bathroom to clean up. Pete was waiting for me when I stepped out of the bathroom. We have each other a little hug and small kiss. Looked each other over, see that we looked respectable, and made our way back to the reception. There, we said our good byes, and walked back to the car. The drive home was quiet. I fell asleep. Pete dropped me off, David was still not home, and walked me in. We exchanged a deep wet passionate kiss, but I did not have the energy for more sex, especially not in David & my home. Good friend to the end, Pete left in good spirits, to go home and take a nap.

I showered, and then fell asleep on the couch in front of the TV. David came home tired. We snuggled, watched TV, and then went to bed. Sunday, we spent the day together, just the two of us, having fun. In the long run though, our marriage did not last and it was my fault. That wedding reception, I got a taste of taboo sex, sex in public spaces, and I loved it. Counselling for us, and counselling for just me could not take me away from the pleasure of that naughty sex and how hot it made me feel. David and I divorced and we both moved on. He has remarried, I have not. I could marry, I am still very fit and attractive, stable in life as well, but I broke David’s heart with my new found desires and I don’t want to hurt another person the same way. I love erotic sex: outdoors, voyeurism, exhibitions, multiple partners, ect. I don’t know why this has suddenly become a part of my life, but it did, and it gives me great pleasure. If you meet me, I do not come across as a slut. I am an interesting person, a professional in my field. But if you know how to push my buttons, you will release a sexual spirit in me that will give us both great pleasure. I hope you enjoyed this. I was told I should express how my life changed in words by my therapist, and placing this story on this web site made sense to me.

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