Bridesmaids Pt. 03

I woke the next morning, refreshed and, frankly in a bit of a daze. As I came to, I started to remember what had transpired the night before. A great pre-wedding party with some beautiful people and, beyond belief, not one but two hook ups, both with a gorgeous bridesmaid.

Truth was, I was sober now and was also thinking that maybe, just maybe, I might be skating on the thinnest of ice by being such a fuckabout. These thoughts were getting drowned out by the sensation that this might be a collusion and there's no way they wouldn't know about it. I hoped.

Running has always helped clear my head. I checked out the map on my phone, found a good route and headed off into the woods and hills behind the country club. The woodland tracks were firm underfoot and weaved their up hill and down dale so a swift 6 miles didn't feel too hard and I thought of getting back sweating and happy.

That's when I saw her ahead, coming in on a track at about 90 degrees to mine. I'd met her a few times and was always struck by the simply feline nature of her physique. Her African heritage shone through with high cheekbones, almond shaped eyes and what could be described as demure, lengthy eyelashes. I was pretty sure she used them to hide her true thoughts. She'd also run competitively at quite a high level. I'd once got into a quickly lost argument about times and distances, naively thinking an average man could outpace a seasoned female. Hence her body.

Proportional and efficient, lean and springy. A running singlet on top, simple running shorts on below, long, lithe legs eating the miles as she sprang up the woodland path. I don't know how, but she had one of the finest backsides you could wish for on a runner, inasmuch as it was there, it was rounded and it sat proud. Many a time I'd looked at it with a bit of longing but either common sense or fear had held me back from making a move.

I knew before that her stomach was flat, nay, even concave, her abdomen outlined elegantly, blessed with small breasts that largely lay flat as she moved efficiently, leaving competitors frustrated and behind.

She saw me as she neared the junction and slowed down as I approached. The sun was behind her, her hair pulled back and a hand on a hip. Smiling, she teased me a little about struggling but I refused to bite. I have my pace and it keeps me fit, she's on another level. I told her I was going straight on, I had about four more miles to go and she was welcome to join, if not I would see her at the wedding.

She paused, her eyelashes slowly dropped and, as her eyes opened, I could have sworn I saw a glint, of what I couldn't tell but I did wonder. Surely this wasn't some game amongst all the bridesmaids? Surely I wasn't some bagatelle or treat at their friend's wedding? Maybe they were trying to one up on each other? Who knows? Either way, so far it was turning out just great but I was conscious of the risk of this not being a collusion but an unspoken competition and, if so, there might be hell to pay. I'm going to be frank, though, I quite like the frisson of danger.

She moved seemingly effortlessly beside me, not pushing the pace, thankfully, but also reminding me that I would always get silver at best racing her. She kept up a steady stream of chatter which evinced her fitness but I didn't mind.

As we crested a hill, there as a bend in the track, taking us back down the hill and around to the club. There was a clearing at the top which had a stunning view back over the woods and from which you could see the club nestling below. She suggested a pause (note: not a rest!) and we stepped off the path and sat on a tree that was fallen and served as a useful seat.

She sat pretty close to me and as we chatted, she asked about the weekend so far and how I was enjoying it. Seeing her ask me through those feline eyelashes made me marginally guarded and I must have stumbled my answer a bit. She laughed and rocked her nearest leg from side to side and this banged into my thigh. She was asking questions and not getting clear answers so she was clearly teasing me a bit. I noticed her thigh was taking more time pushed against mine than away and I turned to her.

Our shoulders weren't far apart and she turned her upper body slightly towards me. I could see her looking at me in an amused manner and I wasn't feeling entirely comfortable. To be fair, though, when you've got a sexy young woman close to you, looking into your eyes and smiling, it's a bit natural to respond in other ways and I felt the inevitable reaction in my shorts.

I noticed those lashes close and open only slightly as her eyes dropped southward. Then they returned to meet mine and there was definitely something there, an appetite, a thrill, a challenge, a signal that I hoped wasn't my dreaming.

She leant in and suddenly I found ourselves kissing. Softly, sensuously, I felt her lips part softly and I pushed my tongue forward. Hers met it, not tentatively, but with a certainty, if not a fierceness. She was a lovely kisser and I didn't want this to end.

However, often things can and she pulled back and looked at me, a half smile on my face. Then her nearest hand reached for my thigh and she leant back in. As we kissed again, I felt her hand not stroke but march up my thigh and until I felt her hand grasping my by now very stiff member. I must have gasped slightly because she seemed to grip it more insistently and I could feel her rubbing it firmly, much to my joy.

I couldn't leave all the action to her so I reached for her chest. Like I said, not huge but there and I could feel only a singlet and a sports bra between my palm and her heat, even though I could certainly sense the latter. I reached down and found the hem of her singlet and my fingers traced their way up her taut abdomen to the underside of the bra.

She broke off the kiss, leaned back and stood up, before grabbing my hand. I wondered where this might take us but she seemed to know what she was doing. She led us both into the woods off the clearing and I noticed her looking from side to side until she spotted a wee space between the trees, with a fair amount of leaf litter on the ground.

She looked at me and pulled me towards it, before squatting down and pulling me down beside her. Soon we were lying, entwined, on the forest floor. She was underneath me, I was pushing a thigh between hers and I could feel her pushing her groin back at me. Our kissing was getting more intense and I wasn't averse to the sensations I was feeling. Judging by her increased breathing, soft moans and the urgency to her motions, she was clearly mirroring my feelings.

She gently rolled me back onto my back and then sat up, pulling her top and bra off in one easy motion. Now I'd described her breasts as flat and not too big. I'd say some credit should go to sports bra designers because these were lovely. Pert, round, more than flat, perfectly shaped and the nipple sat proud and pointing slightly upwards. Her nipples were magnificent, too, more like arrow heads than fried eggs. I couldn't resist so reached up to cup a breast and roll the nipple between my fingers. She looked down at me and purred, before lowering herself to kiss me more.

I felt her legs straddle me and she was grinding herself into my stiffness. I reached down with my other hand and grabbed her arse. Boy, it was round and firm. I'm pretty sure when the English Premier League go out to play, the soccer ball is as firm as her backside. It was incredible.

Her hand reached down between us and slid into my shorts. My cock met her hand and I involuntarily pumped upwards as she grasped it. I needed this and it felt like she did too. She then released my cock, shuffled atop me and I felt her shorts being shucked down her thighs. I now was still in my running gear, her just her shoes. I grabbed her arse with both hands and started to maneuver her up my body. I wanted to taste this specimen of athletic perfection.

She giggled as I pulled her up and felt her wetness on my chest. Soon I was crowned by her very being as she lowered her sex onto my hungry mouth. I started to lap lengthwise along her slit, my tongue flat and her still being able to control the intensity. As she increased her pressure on me, I started to probe and explore with my tongue. She was grinding onto me and I was grasping her upper thighs to hold on. I reached round to her front with a hand and my thumb circled her swollen clit. She pushed against it as my tongue increased its pace.

Soon there was quite a furious effort from both of us and I felt her starting to rise on her knees and drive herself down onto my outstretched tongue. My thumb stayed busy on her clit and pretty soon she was squashing my face and grinding hard. I could vaguely hear her moans and then she grabbed my hair, pulled my face firmly into her and shook against me. I felt her orgasm wash over her and her whole body seemed to shudder with enjoyment.

I slowed my tongue immediately and pulled my thumb away, leaving my tongue lying out in case she wasn't too sensitive and needed some more. Very much driven by her wishes, she rested against my tongue and seemed to shake a little with a few after tremors.

Her head had dropped and I could see her eyes were closed but she soon opened those delectable eyelashes and smiled as she shuffled down my body. She reached behind and gently lifted the waistband of my shorts and then tried to push them down. I helped and my shorts waited around my thighs as she grasped my swollen member. She lifted her hips and I felt the wetness of her as she guided my cock to her entrance.

I felt the opening on the end of my cock and I twitched in anticipation. She softly lowered herself onto me and shook her hips a couple of times as I bottomed out in her. The warmth and wetness were delectable and I could feel her walls gripping me as she started to move. Up and down she rocked and I tried to match her pace.

I reached up with one hand and cupped a breast, her leaning back all the while, with a hand on my thigh. My other hand couldn't resist and grasped her arse which was rippling as she moved. My hand was holding it, my fingers deep in her crack. As she moved back and forth, I felt more of her than before and the tip of one of my fingers started to graze her rosebud. I was feeling particularly bold so I decided to push a bit further and reached to make sure my finger was fully on her other opening.

She wasn't stopping me and seemed to be grinding in a manner that increased the pressure. Her crack was slick from her juices and I circled her hole with the increased lubrication before pressing a bit more firmly. The end of my finger popped in and I felt it sink to the first knuckle. This didn't seem to faze her, in fact it seemed to entice her as I felt her rocking move so that my cock was sinking in and my finger was being forced in on the other part of the stroke. I could feel my cock through her inner walls and it certainly was making best efforts to bury itself repeatedly and earnestly.

She was panting and making moans with every stroke and I felt her arse push back really hard against my finger before she buried my cock deep within. Her thighs gripped me hard and I felt her shudder and shake, with a drawn out moan coming from her thrown back head. Her nipple was stiff between my fingers and I felt her innards squeeze me hard. This tipped me over the edge and I felt my balls start to tingle. I thrust upwards against her, lifting my arse from the ground and she leant forward to balance herself on my chest with her hands. She pushed against me, me against her and I felt the cum rushing up my cock.

I was amazed but a few spurts flowed out with some force, making my cock twitch hard and filling her with my seed. She was purring again as I felt the warmth of my cum bathe her inner walls, sensing the vibrations of my cock from my arse sunken finger.

We were both breathing pretty hard by now but we were grinning at each other as it started to subside. She lifted herself softly off me and I gently pulled my finger out.

She lay on me for a few minutes, me idly stroking her back, still in awe at the athleticism of her physique, before she looked up and reminded me we had some commitments to get to that day. We stood up and I passed her her clothes after pulling my shorts up.

She told me that this was one of the best runs she'd ever been on and that it should definitely be repeated, as she felt there was so much further we could travel. She then winked at me and said the running was entirely optional.

I was in a bit of a daze, a state that wasn't to end until the weekend was fully over but I was rolling with the situation and certainly not trying to impede it.

The weekend hadn't finished by any means.