Hide and Slick

There I was, about to make the biggest life decision, and I couldn’t stop the flashbacks.

The way her hair looked scattered and unmade after we had finished, the way one of her boobs had slipped out while the other looked undisturbed, her eyes fluttered like she was still cumming, the way her legs shook as she came. It all kept flooding back.

She had planned things properly, there was no doubt about that. First, she caught me in the hallway, acting like she was giving me a complement, saying how I looked so good, and dusting off my clothes. Then she called me later, asking me to check my pocket-she had left me a gift. They were are panties, butterfly lace G-strings, still wet with the extra fragrance of her juices. I couldn’t have helped myself, I had brought them oh so close and taken that whiff that was the beginning of no return.

Shalewa’s ass wouldn’t leave my head after that. I kept thinking of her ass in those panties, wiggling left and right, distracting me and destroying my plans while creating new ones all in one go.

Nest, she had timed and dragged me into a broom closet. She didn’t even let me get a word in before she unbuckled my belt and had my manhood out in the air-conditioning. The cold would have made any man’s third leg shy, but not in her presence. She kissed my dick right up to life there and then swallowed the whole damn thing. I had to grip the shelf for extra stamina. She pumped me with her hands and suckled my top in the best worst way ever. I came right into her mouth and she swallowed my seeds.

When she stood to leave, I could see her juices dripping down her legs, I scooped some and tasted-it was for both our pleasures. Then she fixed herself up and slipped right out like nothing had just happened.

I was in trouble, the thought did register somewhere in my head, but my other head was properly hard and that’s where all my thinking went.

After that moment in the closet, I was on the lookout. I was the one hunting her now, and even if she found me first, I would be ready.

My best friend walked up to me, “Shola, are you good? You seem a bit lost in thought, you okay bro?” “Yh,” I replied, “It’s just a big day ahead, you know?”

James was my best guy, and he was amazed and proud that I’d be the first one of us to pull this off. Everyone always figured amongst the two of us, he’d have life by the balls and generally be more accomplished and ahead. We were both surprised I was the one branching out like this. “Don’t worry, it’s going to work out just fine, I believe in you my bro”. The rate at which that day was going, I wasn’t so sure though. Our event was set to kick off by 12, it was barely 10 yet, and lord knows I had properly sinned.

I couldn’t get her out of my head just yet though, I was still hunting… She was too.

When my turn presented itself, I didn’t snooze. I grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her into an empty room. I turned her to me so I could gauge her reaction, and all I could see was a look that said “Do your worst”. I flipped her and had her face the door, then I bunched up her gown. I could see the lines her juices had made before they dried up on her legs, it made me harder to see that she hadn’t bothered to clean them up.

I released myself from my pants then and dropped them to the ground, she still hadn’t replaced her panties and her coochie was still wet. I rubbed it a bit, and then teased her with my head before I dove in.

Bliss. Pleasure, silky warmth. Gooey, sensational things happen t to my dick then, and I just kept grunting in and out of her. Shalewa made no moves to stop me, she only parted her legs some more and reached to grab my hair. I didn’t care that I was messing up my outfit, I only cared about fucking her.

It lasted a good 20 minutes or more, but it was a quicky to me. We moved from the door to the window, the blinds were drawn- thank god, cause neither of us had that mental bandwidth. I turned her around and fucked her. Her clothes as her mouth opened wide in ecstasy. I lifted her and bounced her on my dick and her left boob slipped out of her dress then. I caught it with my mouth. She covered her mouth with my hair, the pain only made me knack her harder.

I came hard and deep into her, neither one of us caring about the consequences…

My attention was drawn back to the present by the officiator in front of us, “Do you?” He asked. “Yes, yes I do”. Then he continued to the beautiful damsel by my side “Do you, Shalewa Lawson, take Shola Adewole, to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” “Yes” my beautiful wife said.

“You may now kiss the bride”. We leaned into each other to kiss again for the millionth time that day and my wife asked me “You were thinking about earlier, weren’t you?” She had this glint in her eyes that told me I didn’t have anything to regret. “Yes baby girl, I was. And I can’t wait to have you in a closet and on our matrimonial bed again” She kissed me again then to the roar of our friends and family.