The wedding dinner

She didn’t reply, with words that is. The immense strength of her arms flung me into the nearest toilet cubicle, which was thankfully quite large given the richness of this establishment. She flung the door shut and latched it. She slammed the toilet seat cover down and ordered me in shanghai-accented mandarin,
“Sit!”
I obeyed, only hoping that no one outside could have heard the racket. She straddled my lap, and gazed into my shocked eyes for a second, before forcing a kiss on my petrified lips, which I absorbed well. After awhile she got confident, and started to probe her tongue into the warmness of my mouth. On her tongue I taste the claret of many wines and champagnes wedding formalities have placed into her mouth. The soft flesh of her tongue felt good against my own, and it turned me on to think how she might be feeling the same. Her hands are curling round my back, stroking the back of my neck, starting to bring about a stain in my panties as her kisses and touches start to make me unpreparedly horny. It wasn’t until I noticed a trail of wet on the back of her dress, and touched it, realizing that it definitely wasn’t a stain from drink, when I realized that she was as equally aroused as me. Her well-defined butt received a few naughty squeezes from me, and I regretted doing them, for she had to break her mouth from mine to gasp in pleasure. But the break was worthwhile, as the next place she kissed was my neck, setting their freezing muscles on fire. I must have done something really good in order to get lucky with this beautiful lady I had only resigned myself to seeing and not touching earlier. I sighed a breath of warm air and pleasure into her face as she worked her way down towards the neckline of my dress. The closer she got to my breasts, the harder my nipples became, until the protrusion they made peaked out unabashedly for her licking pleasure. She pecked on my breasts through the cloth of my dress and though there was a physical barrier separating my flesh from her mouth, her touch burned my skin, turned hypersensitive through the tender and careful kisses of this young lady. I remembered moaning and panting loudly when she started supping on the protrusion of my nipples, and I thanked God for not bothering to wear a bra. My back arched automatically unto her sucking, and I vividly remembered that sweet pleasant smile of as she herself enjoyed the fact that I was enjoying her touch. She stood up and hitched her dress all the way up to her hips, revealing a pair of white cotton panties, and she motioned for me to remove them. With shaking hands I moved them to the sides of her waist, and trembled all the way down. As she stepped out of them, I admired the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy, already wet with desire and wondered whether I could ever make myself as neat as her. Without asking for my permission, her hand slid up my skirt and lifted it all the way until my waist, and with one swift motion lowered my underwear to my ankles. She straddled my hips, and pressed the full length of her upper body against mine. Being slightly shorter than her, I ended up with her breasts pressed up against my neck. Really quite stimulating if you’d ask me. But what really got me off was when she started rocking herself back and forth, grinding her sex against my heat. The feeling was absolutely incredible, feeling the sweat from her breasts run down my face, the hardened nipples grazing against the sensitivity of my neck. But the pants and moans that usually accompany lovemaking were absent, out of the fear we would arouse unwanted attention. It was a good thing we did, because both of us heard that door swing open in the middle of our tryst together, and we froze in our movements. The desire building up in the air was unbearable. I recognized the shoes that clacked across the marble flooring as that of my mother. If she opened the door and saw me in this position with a girl then… I rechecked the latch of the toilet door. My vagina was now aching for more lusty lovemaking, but I remained still out of fear. But it dissolved as soon as the door swung shut, and we continued our passion once more. The feeling came swiftly, building up in the well of my stomach, like a dam ready to burst and flood forth. I could feel herself leading towards a climax too; the fire in her eyes, the way she silently panted, the buck and thrash of her hips. She bent her head down and burned a kiss into my lips, and we remained locked through the feeling.
How blessed one is to have a kiss as she shares a mutual orgasm with her lover. It is a sole perfect example of the union of flesh, mind, heart, and soul. We wrapped in each other’s arms for a few seconds. But dressed and reapplied our run-down makeup, and returned to the harsh shameful festivities of the night.