At My Cousin's Wedding

My cousin has her own gym in a neighborhood of Athens, which I happened to cover for from time to time when she had errands to run.

The truth is, you would expect it to be interesting to see about ten sweaty bitches working themselves to death at the gym and you checking them out while pretending to read some magazine. Unfortunately, however, reality was completely different.

The mornings I happened to cover the gym, the only thing you saw was nothing but housewives with cellulite pedaling away and keeping their eyes on the clock, in case little Giorgakis got out of kindergarten and they wouldn't make it to pick him up.

My only consolation was Antonia, a 35-year-old childhood friend of my cousin who was married and had a little child too. Antonia, then, dark-haired, around 1.75, with a wild beauty on her face and an incredible ass (with handles), was my only consolation for conversation. She was a very good wife, although from what I had learned from my cousin her husband was very authoritarian and didn't let her step out of line.

Classic case of a repressed woman, married young and financially dependent on her husband. The thing she kept telling me, as if it were a heartache, was to live things when it's time, neither earlier nor later. Of course it had never crossed my mind that anything could happen with Antonia, since her behavior showed anything but that. Besides, she enveloped me with such love as if I were her child, which is perhaps why such thoughts didn't occur to me. Last Saturday my cousin got married. On Thursday, of course, the customary bed-making took place and we were all invited. And while after the feast I had struck up a conversation with a young woman from the groom's family, Thaleia, Antonia showed up in a long, form-fitting black dress, with a discreetly open cleavage and an impressive glow. Maybe it was because I saw her dressed like that for the first time and I got insanely turned on. While I continued talking to Thaleia, she came and sat near me and joined the conversation.

When we eventually ended up alone, she grabbed my cheek and said: -Sneaky one, you saw she was cute and jumped right in! I asked her how come she had come alone and she answered that her husband came to social events with her only when there was reason to worry. Of course in such a circle where everyone was known there was no such reason. The night passed without anything noteworthy and I was looking forward to Saturday coming to see her again wearing something equally exciting.

In the end, when you want something very much, really the whole universe conspires for you to achieve it, and moreover without doing strange calculations. So shortly before the ceremony, my cousin (the bride) announced to me that I, Antonia, and Thaleia from the groom's family had to go earlier to the venue where the wedding reception would be held to seat the guests in the places they had to sit. Confidentially she even told me that she had pushed for Thaleia to come and not her brother because she saw that I liked her.

So what would a reasonable person do? He would hit on Thaleia. So all the way through the drive I started flirting with Thaleia, telling her little jokes, and I figured I was well on my way to getting her phone number. Antonia, I would say, didn't talk much, but admittedly I made this observation after the fact. Arriving at the venue, Antonia ordered a bottle of wine, which the three of us drank until the first guests started arriving. That was when my eye finally left Thaleia and fell on Antonia. She was wearing a black asymmetrical skirt, somewhat breezy, with a top that left a little of her midriff exposed, and black fishnet tights.

It is superfluous to tell you that again my mind unconsciously made the most obscene thoughts about her. What Thaleia could you think of when your mind is stirred by such a charming woman. As we were seating the guests, I felt that the way she looked at me was different. Maybe it was the wine that affected me like that, but the thought that there was even one possibility she was indeed looking at me differently drove me crazy so much that I didn't stop drinking. And when finally we sat at our tables and were far apart, even though Thaleia was beside me and talking to me, it was the first time in my life I felt time freeze every time she looked at me.

As the night progressed and wine flowed abundantly, I started to relax and talk with Thaleia again. The conversation had even started to go down naughty paths and I was half-hard. So at some point, when half the guests were dancing on the dance floor, I took my glass and went and sat next to her. At her table was only a friend of hers sitting on the opposite side. She had one leg over the other and, as we watched people dance, unconsciously my elbow rested on her knee. We didn't even look at each other. It was at that moment that I felt I wasn't controlling myself. I let my elbow roll slowly toward her thigh, dragging her skirt along with it. With my other hand I made a motion and covered her leg with the tablecloth so that what I was doing wouldn't be seen.

Our eyes hadn't left the dance floor. We hadn't exchanged even a glance. It was then that the sensation from her fishnet tights was replaced by the velvety skin on her thigh. I couldn't control myself anymore, but neither could Antonia. Slowly she lowered her leg and gave me access even higher. With gentle movements, feeling the moisture of her skin from sweat, with my fingertips I touched her pussy, which was soaked, and I felt her twitch slightly. I pulled my hand back again since the song was ending and, leaning close to her ear, I told her to come to the car in five minutes.

Getting into the car, I lit a cigarette and tried to gather the remnants of my logic, in case I could understand what I had done. But on the second puff the passenger door opened and she got in. The windows were fogged and after she closed the door she pressed the lock. We hadn't exchanged even a word. I pushed my seat back and unbuttoned my pants. I pulled her toward me and moved aside her skirt, making her sit on top of me. I buried my tongue inside her mouth and we kissed so intensely that I felt I was going to come. I pulled down my pants and with my other hand I pulled her thong down from under her skirt. She was so wet that I had no difficulty getting inside her. She started moving her hips slowly and, with her eyes closed, making incomprehensible sounds, extremely arousing. I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted to come inside her.

With my other hand I pushed up her bra and began licking her nipples, which were ready to burst. Holding her thong, I felt my fingers touching her asshole. I pressed one finger against her and, as I picked up the pace, she let out a cry and came. Before I could pull out, I came too, deep inside her, a few seconds later.

We stayed like that for at least a quarter of an hour. I hadn't come out of her, and I could feel her spasms. This warmth was an incredible sensation. I loosened my tie and we had one last cigarette before I dropped her off at home. Officially, it was announced that she had felt dizzy and I had driven her myself, which is why we left suddenly.