Wedding Weekend continued

 I started to tell about Stacy’s wedding over on the other blog and it should be read first as it explains how and why I was so hot and bothered by the time of the rest of the story.

Charles wasn’t his real name but for the purposes of this story that’s what I’ll call him.

He was younger than me. Younger by a full decade but it didn’t matter to me. I had every intention of having him in my bed after the reception.

He was very nice and quite attentive. Fetching me drinks. Getting me a clean fork after I “accidentally” dropped mine. Trying hard not to look up my dress while picking up that fork even though I was making it easy for him.

And he liked to dance!

If I hadn’t already decided that I wanted him that would have done it.

I like to dance and since Kaaren’s been gone I really haven’t had many opportunities. Kaaren was a wonderful dancer and he loved doing it. A lot of men go through the motions but don’t actually love it but Kaaren really loved it.

Charles wasn’t as good a dancer as Kaaren was but you could see that he really enjoyed it.

Anyway, the night moved on and we bid farewell to the newlyweds. I gave the new groom a hug and a wink and told him I couldn’t wait to see him again.

I just loved how he blushed.

I asked Charles to escort me to my hotel room upstairs and he gallantly offered me his arm.

I was practically squirming in the elevator.

I pulled him into the room with me and before he knew what was happening I had him pressed against the wall and my tongue in his mouth.

He seemed a little nervous which made me even crazier.

I pushed him towards the bed as I fumbled with the zipper on my dress.

I was very glad that I had worn a pretty set, bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. All in black. Very sexy.

Now I want you to know that it doesn’t continue as you might expect.

He took my hand and asked me to sit down and talk for a moment.

I was kicking myself already, thinking I must have read him wrong.

Maybe he didn’t like girls. Maybe he thought I was too old for him. Maybe he had someone and wanted to remain faithful. Hey maybe he was a priest.

It turned out it was none of these..

He had, as he put it, a brush with prostate cancer and the surgery had left him impotent.

I didn’t know what to say. I told him I was sorry and that I had enjoyed our evening together.

I reached out to hug him and the hug turned into a hug and a soft kiss and then i felt him unclip my bra.

He smiled at me and told me that even though his penis didn’t work anymore that he still knew how to make love to a woman.

And I can honestly say that he certainly did.

I have had numerous lovers go down on me, men and women, and Kaaren. Charles turned out to be one of the best I’ve ever had. Almost as good as my college roommate. Almost as good as Kaaren!

And after, as I was catching my breath he brought a warm washcloth and gently cleaned me, then dried me with a soft fluffy towel.

Then he bent over and gave me a soft kiss between my legs.

He smiled at me as I lay there.

He said good night and just like that, he was gone.

It wasn’t the way I’d expected the night to end but it was wonderful.

All too soon it’s back to work but I’ll be thinking about it all day long.

Mrs K