A Wedding Game by VK (Male Script)

-----------------------------Everyone in all my scripts are 18 years or older------------------------

A Wedding Game by VK
[F4M] [MF] [Romantic] [D/s] [oral] [exhibition][Audio Script] [Male Voice]

I see us at the wedding and I can't take my eyes off of you. You're wearing a flowery sundress with an uneven hem and it flows around your bare white legs like an invitation. As we enter the church, you aren't even trying to tease me, but you are. You're wearing the Roman sandals that make your calves look so edible and with the occasional glances at a creamy thigh, I am pleasantly horny. I chastely take your hand in the pews. I am on my best behavior here in the bosom of your family as interloper, foreigner and despoiler. You, on the other hand are a sprite-a mischievous nymph who makes free with her feet, and sneaks up my pant-leg almost the minute we sit. I am electrically aware of you--your scent, your warmth against me. You stare ahead at the ceremony, with a thoughtful expression touched by the whisper of a grin. I am going to have to be careful standing up.
It isn't until the reception, held in the large garden, that we are able to slip away. We find a secret bower just past the wall--a quiet place probably used by lovers forever and I pull you in and press you up against the brick.
"You've been teasing me all day," I tell you, feeling your pelvis press against me.
"I thought you liked that, master," you reply. Your hands on my face as we kiss.
"I do, when there's a payoff in the end."
"I'm your payoff," you murmur in my ear before you begin to kiss and suck there, making me nearly swoon.
My hands are up under your dress, feeling those objects of desire, stroking your thighs and sending a questing hand into your panties.
"You've been teasing yourself, too," I say. "These are soaked. Take them off."
I admit it to myself. I just want to watch you take them off and I do. Then I put them in my jacket pocket. Then I press up against you again and my hand invades you, as my mouth nibbles on your neck.
"All I'm thinking about now is having your cock in my mouth," you whisper and I thrill. It's probably not a good idea to have you walk around with our cum running down your legs today. Almost regretfully, I take my hands from inside you, eliciting a soft moan and you get to your knees. Keeping your eyes on me, you undo my fly and fish out my cock. With a deft tongue, you lick up and down the sides of my cock. Keeping your sexy gaze on me. "You should pleasure yourself, but don't come. Not yet," I tell you. I have plans for you after dinner."
Your satisfied sigh and answering 'Mmm Hmmm,' sends sweet vibration through me.
You bend to your usual careful ministration and I take in the surroundings. The day is warm and the garden has a strange, but pleasing sent. The rhythmic bobbing of your black head and the green and gold of the garden in the breeze and we are the only two people on the whole planet. You take me deep and I gasp and the whole morning of seeing you dress, being with you in the car, and all the other myriad flashes of your legs combine. I look down at your dirty knees as you service me and that's when I fill your mouth and throat.
I'm even more at peace now and I help you up and give you a sweet kiss as thanks. I get myself put away while you dust off your knees and apply fresh lipstick. "My panties?" You say.
"Don't you have spares in your purse? I want to keep these."
"Yes, master," you say and I get to watch you put a fresh pair on in our garden. I've never felt this way with a lover--such joy in watching you dress and undress-- and I like the unexpectedness of it.
I take your arm and you hug me as we walk back to the reception. One of us, completely satisfied. As for the other, I'm playing a longer game tonight and my hardcore teasing starts very soon. Very soon, indeed.

VK 2013