Over the weekend I went to one of my extended family member’s weddings. Weddings are a great excuse to dress up and hook up with someone that you never have to see again if you don’t want to. They picked this gorgeous spot on the coast overlooking the ocean, and I knew that it was going to be a perfect weekend to set my sights on someone.

The Friday night that I was there I went to the welcoming cocktail hour and dinner. Everyone was in a great mood, like they always are at weddings, and there were a ton of people there from the groom’s side that I didn’t know. I picked up a glass of white wine and made a couple of rounds around the room, saying ‘hi’ to the family members that I haven’t seen in years and trying not to roll my eyes at the older relatives who talked about things that happened when I was two years old like I could remember that.

I managed to escape out to the balcony where the younger people were hanging out. There was a group of groomsmen smoking together towards one side, and I knew that was exactly where I needed to be.

There was one guy who caught my eye more than anyone else. He was taller than the others, with a straight brow and jaw that made him pretty eyes on the eyes. Below that were his broad shoulders and chest that tapered down into his hips and whatever he had between his legs, which I desperately needed to find out.

I had been horny the whole ride up to the wedding, and being around a bunch of hot guy all dressed up wasn’t helping. I knew I needed cock soon or I was going to explode, and this guy seemed like the perfect target. I could feel him watching me after he noticed me on the balcony, and after a while of that I made my way over to him.

After talking to him and some of the others for a few minutes I learned that he was the best man. Hooking up with the best man at a wedding was definitely on my bucket list. I suggested that the two of us head down to the beach to smoke a joint together and he was very eager to take me up on that. We found our way to the stone staircase outside of the wedding venue that lead down to the sandy beach.

The sun was setting over the water, and the colors were splashing over the waves and the sand. It was a stunning place for a venue, and an absolutely perfect place to see what this guy was packing.

Once we were down on the beach he grabbed my hand and spun me around, pressing me up against the trunk of one of the trees lining the sand. He kissed me, hard, and twisted his hand through the hair that I had spent so much time getting perfectly styled. He pulled my head this way and that with my hair to angle it however he wanted, and used his free hand to bunch the fabric of my dress up.

He reached down and rubbed my pussy over my panties. His fingers were definitely going to be sticky after that because I was starting to drip from how turned on I was. I moaned into his ear and he laughed at me! “Just a little rubbing over your panties and you’re this excited? I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when I’m fucking you. I bet you sound like a slut.”

He mouthed his way down my jaw and over my collarbone until he was nosing at my tits that were barely contained by my dress. At the same time he pulled my panties to the side and ran one finger down my slit to collect the wetness there, then started to rub circles into my clit. That feeling alone made my knees buckle and he had to let go of my hair to catch me.

“Oh yeah, you’re ready, you don’t even need me to do anything. I can just slide my dick in there like it’s nothing.”

He unbuttoned his dress pants and pulled his hard cock out. It was big, and it was throbbing like it needed to be inside of my tight pussy immediately. I spread my legs and leaned further back against the tree trunk, and he positioned the tip of his cock head against my soaking wet hole. I whined and thrust my hips down so that his head sank into me. We both moaned at the sensation, and I grabbed his shoulders and leaned in, “Please fuck me. I need it.”

He pulled back, grinned at me, and then slammed the rest of his dick inside me. I gasped and clung to him tighter, just holding on for dear life while he fucked me. He went right back to rubbing my clit as soon as his cock was fucking in and out of me at a quick pace. His cock was hitting all the right spots inside of me, stretching my little pussy out with his size and girth.

He pressed me fully against the tree behind me with his body and pistoned in and out of me, slamming hard enough that the fronds of the palm were shaking. I had to hide my moans and cries in his shoulder, because we could hear the sounds of the party drifting down from the balcony above us. His hand in between our bodies was thumbing my clit in the perfect way, and he changed his angle a little bit and hit a spot that sent me flying over the cliff of my orgasm.

I tensed and shook against him, and he kept fucking into me as hard and deep as he could before he froze and shot his load deep inside of me. He groaned and spent a few seconds with his head against my chest, panting, before he pulled out. We tried to clean ourselves up a bit, brushing sand off of our legs and readjusting our clothes.

There was nothing that I could do about my hair though. I had spent an hour curling and twisting it to perfection, and it was ruined. Worth it, though!