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Brazen.

That was the word, Maeve thought, right out of some ancient

Her smile didn't last too long, for this sky was

Maeve, wearing just panties, groaned in frustration as she

Maeve lifted her heavy tits to cool the sweat-soaked crease

Angrily, she stomped down the hall to her parents' bedroom.

As she entered the curtained bedroom, she flicked at the

"Maeve?" It was her BFF Tanya; "Have you got

"No such luck. It just went out."

"Damn it, girl, what are we going to do? I'm dying over

"Cold showers?"

"Not funny."

"The mall?"

"I can see it from my place. Power's out there, too.

"It'd be crowded." Maeve said, then paused.

"Did last week. And it's an adults-only timeslot. No

"Okay, then."

"You should wear that new bikini you bought," Tanya

"You're kidding, right?" Maeve hadn't adjusted to

"Which," Tanya snickered, "you didn't

"You never asked."

"Okay," Tanya said; and Maeve could hear

She had Maeve hooked; and both girls knew it.

"So, um, what would you be wearing?" she dodged.

"Something appropriate." Tanya dodged back.

"Well," Okay," Maeve said. "I'm too hot

"Can't. My brother took ours up to the hills to go

"That means walking like 12 blocks in this heat, Tanya."

"It's that or melt, Maeve. I'll see you there at 2,

Maeve took the bikini out of her drawer, still in the store

She peeled off her damp panties, letting them fall to the

The ties, of course, covered nothing.

At least there isn't a camel-toe, she thought,

She tried the top on next. The small triangles of cloth just

Maeve considered a fashionable pair of sandals but

Finally, she reached the shady entranceway and pushed a bill

Only then did her problems really start. From inside the

"You can't wear that here! Put something on that's

Emerging from his burrow was McGregor, the pool supervisor,

"You heard me," he said.

"What?" Maeve said, looking down at herself.

"Look, missy, I run the pool for the town. One of my

"So, you won't let me in wearing this? You won't let me

"No way." The old man shook his head.

"But I walked 12 blocks to get here!" the girl

"Should've considered the dress code first."

"What dress code? The sign just talks about showering

"Common sense, young lady."

"Please?"

"No. Not with that suit on."

The frustration boiled out of Maeve. "Fine, then. You

The girl could hear Tanya giggle behind her, but was angry

McGregor's eyes bulged in astonishment.

Maeve had never considered herself centerfold material, but

"Come on!" she shouted. "Throw me out

McGregor started to reach for her, then paused. Maeve could

"I'll have you thrown out!"

"By whom?"

McGregor paused for a second. "The lifeguards," he

"Walter?" She chuckled and swiveled her head

Walter was one of the most common topics of discussion among

Sadly for Walter, and his distaff classmates, he was

The other lifeguard was Tiffany, even smaller than Tanya;

"I'll call the police!" McGregor threatened.

"Go for it," Maeve snorted. "I think they've

Mr. McGregor looked around for support. Instead, he saw

As Maeve watched, water from the cooling spray collected on

Maeve had a sudden inspiration, something she'd read

"After all, Mr. McGregor," she beamed. "It's

"What?" the man almost screamed. "National what

"Certainly there is," Maeve grinned. "You can

Behind her, she could hear the sounds of other people

"Come on, Tanya," she snorted.

Tanya had already doffed her bikini. Pushing between the

Maeve dropped her suit and bag on a chair, stepped up onto

She was still more surprised when her head surfaced. Every

Except Walter.

With nudity breaking out all around him, Walter wasn't quite

The guy's growing panic was almost palpable.

Pretend we're on the Net, Walter, Maeve snickered to

Then she had a better idea.

Waiting until Tiffany was occupied, she slipped under the

"Cramp!" she yelled, before allowing herself to

Walter's training kicked in and he was off his perch in a

In desperation, Walter kicked them off without thinking;

"Don't panic!" he called. "You're safe! I've

Maeve smiled to herself, despite the discomfort of being

Walter reached around and pulled her to the edge, putting

In his panic, Walter let go to push her away, only to cause

Her tongue slipped inside his mouth and licked back and

"Thank you for saving me, Walter," she smiled, as

Walter's free hand left her face and wrapped around her

"But I still have a cramp, Walter," she breathed,

"The book says to massage the cramp," he said.

Without his trunks.

In public.

"It's so hot by the pool," she said, batting her

It was about as transparent as, Come up to my room and

They climbed out and Maeve managed to fake a creditable

It was an odd feeling, she thought, his strong arms carrying

Tanya gave her a wink and a quick thumbs-up, as they passed.

Passing Tiffany, Walter called to her to cover his

"Okay," he said, standing her back up and trying

Having the guy thoroughly off-balance by now, Maeve decided

"Help me, Walter!" she cried, leaning towards him.

She rolled over on her stomach. "It's my right

Walter paused. "I thought it was your left," he

Oops! She thought to herself.

"No, it's my right," she whispered, as she spread

Gallantly, the guy began to stroke her right calf. Maeve

A slight poke on her hip told her everything she needed to

"Hey!" he blurted. He tried to back away, but

Maintaining her grasp on him, Maeve rolled over and sat up,

"Walter," she murmured, "I'll let go the

Her free hand reached out, took one of his and brought it

"You're strong and sweet and really good-looking,

His eyes flipped up, to lock with hers. She released his manhood,

"Go ahead, Walter," she said, almost inaudibly.

She reached up one hand behind his neck, then took his head

She felt both his hands close on her tits, carefully

His lips touched hers, tentatively at first. She ran her

Still holding his head in both her hands, she pulled their

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn’t wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least.

We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn’t mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman’s residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.

I had never met Tante Marise, nor stayed in a chateau, draw bridge or no draw bridge. France was a very formal place in the 60’s, actually it still is, so Aunt Marise was always addressed as Tante, or Tante Marise: never, ever simply as Marise, way too sloppy for the linguistically pedantic French. Although, interestingly enough, we did use the familiar tu, rather than the more formal vous form. One of those interesting vagaries of Roman languages.

Actually Tante Marise now lived in one wing of the chateau as the place was enormous and, even in the 60’s, quite unmanageable for a single family, so it had been divided into three, still substantial, homes.

The building was massively imposing. A classic Somme chateau with a hugely impressive double staircase to the centre section and two wings. Tante Marise lived in one of the wings and the rest had been sold off, but the land, an apple orchard, had remained in the family, largely for the private production of Calvados, which is the French word for brandy.

As I recall, in those days, you were allowed to make a certain amount of Calvados without a permit, as long as it was for private consumption, but definitely not for sale. My late lamented uncle Cyril had applied a certain French flexibility to the rules and there were stashes of this magic potion all over the farm.

The interest of the authorities had been distracted by his throwing of lavish boozing sessions with the local constables. Alas Uncle Maurice had passed away and I surmised that my board and lodging was something of a quid pro quo for helping with the harvest. I was only nineteen, so hard work didn’t worry me and besides they had one of those magnificent 60s French bicycles I could use in my spare time.

It was a Solex bicycle or something similar. It had a simple motor that you lowered with a lever onto the front tyre and no longer had to pedal. I could use it to go to the village or wherever I liked. It would never have crossed my mind to borrow the car any more than it would have crossed hers to offer it. That was not the way things happened then.

The great day came and the details of how I got to Tante Marise’s chateau are lost to the mists of time but arrive I did. My first introduction to her was of her grasping me by the shoulders, pulling me towards her and planting several kisses on each cheek, an uncommon greeting in England at the time, but very pleasant.

She was petite, with short dark hair and very square glasses. She was also younger than I expected. I never knew her age but I calculated it to be late thirties and I remember being surprised at how neat and trim her figure was, but most of all, how obvious her breasts were. They had actually contacted my chest during her enthusiastic greeting, which had been a delight.

Cyril & Marise had never had children and always enjoyed the visits from their nephews and nieces. Why it had taken so long for the English side of the family to visit is uncertain, but the recent visit was probably prompted by my impending university course studying French literature

I settled in and tried speaking French, probably with mixed success. Tante Marise herself was French, spoke pretty good English, but with that delightfully sexy French accent made famous many years later by the TV programme ‘Allo 'Allo.

However, part of the reason for my stay was to get my conversational French fluent, so she only allowed us to speak English after supper and, as no-one else on the farm spoke English, it was going to be a valuable experience.

It was a typically hot summer and Tante Marise liked to wear very light clothing, so my young eyes could hardly avert my gaze from her very obvious breasts. They were made all the more noticeable because of her habit of not wearing a bra.

This was a completely new trend at that time and usually only observed on the Riviera. Not so with Tante Marise, whenever she bent over in the orchards or the kitchen, her pendulous breasts undulated in the most delightful fashion and, I have to confess, featured heavily in my nocturnal fantasies.

Occasionally the farm foreman would come to supper and, after finishing off their meal with a glass of calvados, they would head to the 'Bureau’ to discuss business. Antoine was a giant of a man with huge hands, a great shock of white hair and a magnificent moustache, the kind you only ever see now in caricatures of French moustaches.

On these occasions I was left alone in the parlor to watch TV. French TV back in those days was much more risqué than its English equivalent and I was often treated to pictures of naked ladies, admittedly usually a rear view, but totally naked all the same.

How did the actor who was facing her cope with the pleasant distraction? He must have seen everything! And everything was beyond my wildest dreams. We must remember that this was the sixties, no internet and certainly no porn or even explicit magazines. I really can’t remember what we called female genitalia back then but it probably wasn’t as nice as my newly acquired French word, foufoune, or pussie; so I will use that.

One evening, when Tante Marise and Antoine were in the 'Bureau’ discussing business, I got so worked up by a really sexy French film, featuring a totally naked couple, that I made my way to my room to relieve the tension that the characters on screen had induced in my teenage penis or 'ma bitte’, which means ‘my dick’, as I had heard the actors calling it.

The route to my room took me past the 'Bureau’ and whatever they were discussing, it had little or nothing to do with the running of the farm.

Remember, I was only nineteen and had been at a boys’ boarding school for the last five years. I had no knowledge of sex whatsoever, except the purely mechanical process from biology lessons. The penis enters the vagina, semen flows, fertilisation takes place, et voilá, reproduction! The detail of what sex might actually be like was still a mystery and, I imagined, still several years in the future. The world was a much more naive place back then: much more.

I had never even seen a picture of a naked woman, let alone seen a real one, and my knowledge of breasts was limited to pictures in Health & Efficiency magazine, which was popular at the time.

Now, for the first time ever in my young life, I was hearing sounds that I only thought I understood. Tante Marise was using French words I hadn’t learned yet and so was Antoine! Their breathless exchanges along with the rhythmic squeaking sounds of the 'Bureau’s day couch were seriously erotic. Was this what fucking sounded like in real life? Was Antoine actually fucking Tante Marise? My, already eager, cock certainly thought so.

Just the other side of the door I could imagine Tante Marise, blouse open, those magnificent tits on display, lying back on the day couch with her legs spread wide, welcoming Antoine’s cock in her foufoune! Antoine for his part, I imagined, was clasping her naked buttocks in his giant hands as he thrust into her with rapidly mounting excitement. Fuck this was sexy!

I stayed as long as I dared, getting more and more excited with this unexpected introduction to the magic sounds of copulation. I could hear their breathing becoming more rapid, their words of encouragement getting louder, the squeaking rhythm accelerating and yes: I came in my pants!

I had hardly touched my cock but the sounds of two people actually fucking only a few feet away, combined with my boyish imagination, was more than I could stand.

I hurried to my room to inspect the damage. Wow, what a lot of cum! It had already soaked through from my pants and there was a large wet patch on the front of my trousers. What to do? I didn’t normally go to bed this early and I certainly could not go back to the parlor in these trousers.

I decided that getting into my pyjamas and going back down would be the best course of action, but first I put on clean under pants to keep my cock firmly locked up.

Back in the TV room Tante Marise reappeared after I heard her show Antoine out with a cheery,

“À la prochaine.” Or, until next time.

What? There was going to be a next time? Were they going to do it again? Anyway, she sat down beside me, made some comment about my getting ready for bed early and we watched the TV. I could not stop my mind from wandering.

She didn’t look any different! But she’d just been fucking! How could this be? She had just clearly enjoyed having Antoine thrusting between her thighs, an experience that I could only imagine, and here she sat as if nothing had happened. In fact, she seemed quite relaxed and serene, even.

I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not this degree of blasé normality. It was just as well that I had pants on under my PJs because, try as I might, my mind kept wandering back to the scene I had just overheard. My first real encounter with sex. OK so I only overheard them having sex, but the memory was enough to give me another erection: oh the power of recovery of the teenager! As soon as possible I made my excuses and went to my room.

I took off my PJs and pants and lay down on my back, stark naked, with my second erection of the evening. I felt the breeze from the open window playing on my naked body and, as the air wafted over my cock, and armed with a hanky, I set about re-playing the scene over and over in my mind.

Her naked breasts, what were they like to touch? Her foufoune, what did it look like? Antoine’s hands on her bum as he thrust into her, what did that feel like? For him? For her? So many questions, so many vivid thoughts and then, as I continued to bring myself to orgasm, as slowly as possible, so as to prolong the enjoyment, the sensations started again and I knew I was about to cum. A few more strokes and I came, not as much as earlier, but a thoroughly good, satisfying, cum none the less.

I cannot remember how often that memory played out in my mind over the coming days, but it was not infrequent! I could hardly wait until the following week, when I hoped there would be a repeat performance. For some reason the thought of Antoine’s massive hands clutching her pert little bottom still produces a stirring all these years later.

The harvest continued in the blazing summer sun and we always returned to the chateau hot and sweaty.

At the end of the corridor was the bathroom, which contained a magnificent, if somewhat antiquated, shower. Not one of those modern contraptions but something with more taps and valves than a First World War Submarine. It may have been antiquated but it was fantastically efficient. There were four vertical spray bars, with their independent controls and a drench overhead that produced a virtual tsunami.

It was great for cooling off after a day in the orchards, turn the whole contraption on cold and walk in. COLD, yes: Freezing? Nearly: but enormously refreshing and, much to my surprise, nearly always produced an erection which, as a teenager, I freely confess, I almost never wasted when I got back to my room.

The day’s work done, and getting ready for supper, I headed for my room, stripped off and wound a towel around my waist. What happened next changed my life, quite literally. I was half way along the corridor when the bathroom door opened. There, silhouetted in the doorway, was the totally naked form of Tante Marise.

The incident, although it lasted only a few seconds, stays with me yet. Unfortunately the bathroom window was right behind the door, so a silhouette was nearly all I saw, but there was enough detail to see that girls have hair 'down there.’ Not to mention that naked, unfettered, breasts have a motion all their own.

Taken by surprise, I turned politely to avert my gaze and Tante Marise, retreated into the bathroom, only to emerge a few seconds later, modestly wrapped in a large towel. We crossed in the corridor and she muttered.

“Désolé.”

Désolé! Why was she sorry for one of the most exciting moments of my young life. My embarrassment was only compounded buy my automatic response.

“De rien!” It’s nothing!

Nothing! I had just seen my first full frontal naked female and said that it was nothing! I had been so embarrassed, I hadn’t had time to think, so I scurried into the bathroom, turned on all elements of the shower to full cold, dived in and set to work on the erection that the combined effects of the cold water and the image of a totally naked Tante Marise had produced.

We overcame our embarrassment at supper by ignoring the incident and settled down to watch TV afterwards.

Antoine had not reappeared and over a week had passed. What a disappointment! I was not going to be treated to episode two of 'Tante Marise enjoys a noisy shag.’ Oh well, the flash of her naked body had made up for it and surely one orgasm an evening should be enough for any teenager, or maybe just one more when I get back upstairs?

This particular night produced another film in the series that had so affected me the previous week. More French erotica! But this time sitting next to Tante Marise, which made my excitement much harder to conceal.

As the plot developed it was quite clear that our heroine was about to seduce her co-star. Their clothes had been shed and the obligatory rear view of a naked woman advancing on her lucky prey, filled the screen. They were clearly just about to fuck.

This was getting difficult to deal with. I had not long ago seen Tante Marise in just such a state, but from the front. The whole thing, hair and all! But sitting next to her, watching this level of sexual activity had caused a predictable response from my young 'bitte’. It is very easy to forget how little it takes to provoke an erection in the sexually inexperienced.

Just as the sex act was about to take place, Tante Marise placed her hand on my knee, leaned forwards, turned and looked into my eyes with a beguiling smile and said.

“ Un peu racé, non?” A little racy? This was torrid beyond my wildest dreams. Then she stunned me by taking my hand and placing it on her covered breast. Not another word was spoken, she just lifted my hand and put it there. OK she had on a loose dress, but no bra. My first experience of an adult female breast. I probably made a mess of it, but it was so exciting, warm, soft and pliable with that little hard bud on the end.

What is happening? I would like to say that I played expertly with it, but that would not be true. In the actual event I summoned up all my courage and slid my hand in through the opening at the front of her dress. I touched a naked breast for the first time, and lightly ran my open palm over her nipple. It is hard to imagine now, after a lifetime of sexual activity, how exciting this was. Tante Marise, meanwhile slid her hand from my knee up towards my groin.

I do not know if I was normal or not, but stories of boys first time sexual encounters lasting for ages, or even minutes, just do not ring true to me. I am fondling my first breast and Tante Marise is sliding her hand up my fully clothed thigh. It got as far as my crotch, only just lightly brushed over my cock: the tension was unbearable. I came! She must have sensed the spasm of my orgasm as she leaned forward, kissed me on the forehead and said.

“I think it is time you to go to your room.”

The next morning at breakfast I just didn’t know where to look. I had stroked Tante Marise’s naked breasts the previous evening and had orgasmed in front of her. She was totally unabashed about the incident and even teased me by asking,

“So you had the pleasant dreams, no?”

The harvest progressed in the incessant heat. Showers were taken after the hot sweaty work, but the vision of a naked Tante Marise was never repeated. More TV programmes were watched, seldom as racy as that fateful night, but some were pretty hot.

By now we had reached a comfortable arrangement. If the film got raunchy she would take my hand and place it on her breast while allowing her hand to find its way to my crotch and I had mustered enough self control not to ejaculate on the spot. To be honest, usually by bringing myself off before going to the parlor to watch TV.

On my final evening, during a film, while I was fondling her breast and getting more and more excited, she completely threw me by asking directly.

“How is it that you like to make the masturbations?” The French language can be a little direct sometimes.

After the usual blustering and denials, she chided me by telling me that it was 'healthy to make the masturbations.’ Her openness on matters sexual left me aghast.

I eventually admitted that I did it lying on my back on my bed, with a hanky to make sure I didn’t leave a mark on the bedding.

My admission was met with one word, “Viens, which means come.”

She took my hand and stood up. I had to idea where this was leading but I had high hopes and so did my erection. We passed the Bureau, and climbed the stairs, we went past her room and along the corridor past mine, all the way to the bathroom at the end.

She opened the door and ushered me ahead of her, allowing the door to close behind us. She set the knobs and levers of the WWI Submarine which sprang into life, at which point she stood right in front of me, slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tante Marise dressed only in panties!

Dressed only in panties, but not for long. She looked up at me with that wonderful smile and lowered them to the floor. I couldn’t help staring at the luxuriant dark triangle between her legs. Triangle, breasts, triangle, face, triangle! My eyes went berserk.

“Viens, viens. Clothes off!”

I struggled to get my clothes off with any degree of finesse, and getting my pants off, over my raging erection, while under the direct gaze of Tante Marise felt, as the French say, bizarre. Then there I was naked, standing beside my first totally naked female, who was also the first person ever to see my penis erect and erect it certainly was, the tip was all but touching my navel.

“This is special.” She said, as she took me by the hand and lead me into the steaming torrent. Water cascaded everywhere as she directed a soaping operation. We soaped each other under her expert instructions. I soaped her back and felt the glorious sensation of my hands flowing over her buttocks. She returned the pleasure. I never realized how sexy it felt when your buttocks got a soapy wash.

I could hardly wait to get to her breasts, they felt completely different with the water and soap flowing freely. Her nipples felt larger and definitely harder. She also allowed my hand to wander into the luxuriant triangle between her legs.

I really had only the vaguest idea of what I would find there. Biology books are not that informative, but the biggest surprise was to find that my finger slipped easily into her foufoune, which was unexpectedly slippery and welcoming.

I was extremely careful not to touch my cock and desperately hoped she would not touch it either, or I would cum on the spot. I just wanted this to go on for as long as possible.

It could not last for ever though, and eventually she maneuvered behind me with a hand full of soap, rubbed it gently over my chest and stomach getting tantalizingly lower with each pas

In 2 parts, By D j mac 1031 - listen to the

The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it

She was 18, I was 19, but we’d known each other since we

The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I

As I said, we’d been friends for a long time, but it was

Talking about our futures, our questions of what we wanted

I’d certainly started noticing her beautiful body more

Amy was blonde, with curly shoulder length locks, now damp

Her one-piece bathing suit was modest (I’m sure her parents

She was well tanned of course; it was her pool and she spent

We’d been playing Marco Polo for awhile along with our

My hands had found Amy’s body on more than a few occasions

We’d been taking a break from the game and just floating

Most of our friends had left the pool already, getting

“You really wanna?” I asked, surprised. We’d been spending a

We weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend yet, not by any

I still remember my surprise when she kissed me right on the

Oh it was quick, and she’d been hugging and kissing lots of

“Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun, I promise,” she replied. The

I was a bit scared honestly. Both our parents would freak

We climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and took a

Our parents all seemed busy, chatting away with some of the

I didn’t think they’d notice us.

“ Okay, let’s go, lead the way I guess. You know these woods

Amy didn’t hesitate. She took my hand and led me to a little

As we got to the edge by the tree line, we both took one

We hadn’t gone very far when we came to a little clearing. A

“My brothers cleared this spot years ago; they used to have

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool I guess” I said, then, awkwardly,

She laughed. “I keep it clear here so it doesn’t get

“In case what?” I asked stupidly. God, the cluelessness of a

“In case this” she said, and suddenly she was in my arms,

I froze for a moment, but thankfully, instinct took

She broke the kiss after a few seconds, almost reluctantly. "I’ve

I smiled, hoping she couldn’t see how red my face was in the

"Wow. Well I’m, I’m glad you did Amy. That was, that

“I’m glad you liked it. Because I wanna do it again.” She

This time I made the move, pulling her gently by the waist,

She met me halfway and once again our lips connected.

We were both inexperienced, but we got the hang of it

We’d break the kiss only for a few moments to look into each

My hands up until that point had remained on her hips. Her

I decided to be a bit bolder, and slowly started moving my

My hands went back to her hips, then slowly around to her

She broke the kiss and giggled, “that tickles!”

“Sorry,” I said, lying.

“I didn’t say stop, did I?” She replied softly, then started

My hands continued rubbing her back, but now I was moving

I could feel her wriggling, trying to stand taller, and

I took her signal and went with it, sliding my hands down

“Mmm,” she moaned as she broke the kiss. “Finally. Took you

“I was trying to be a gentleman,” I joked.

“Well stop trying so hard” she shot back playfully.

“Oh yeah?“ I said in mock annoyance. "Well then,” and

What happened next happened quickly. My pull on her ass

And that’s when I realized I had a massive erection.

I felt her lower stomach lean right into it when she

She was laughing at first, then suddenly went quiet as she

Then her eyes went wide as she looked up at me.

“Is that, is that your,” Now she was the one stuttering. "Is

My face went beet red. "Yeah, um, look, sorry, I,”

“It’s  okay” she cut in. “Did I, did I hurt you?”

“No,” I replied. (it had hurt, but only a little really and

“Oh,  okay, good.” She said, biting her lip.

We stood there in awkward silence for a moment. But she

I didn’t want the moment to end. But I didn’t know how to

Amy finally broke the silence. "Is that, because of

"Yes” I managed.

She pulled away from me and I almost groaned. I didn’t want

But she only pulled back far enough to look down to see the

Her eyes again went wide. “Wow. I mean I knew they got,

I was embarrassed, yet also feeling a sense of pride, and

“Have you never seen a guys, you know, thing before?” I

“Well, no, not really. A picture in a textbook once. but it

“Hard?” I finished for her.

“Yeah,” she laughed. "I never saw a hard one, or a real

"Yeah, they’re usually smaller and soft, normally. But

“So you’re, excited, because of me?”

“Yes,” I replied, “Amy, you’re so beautiful, and I’m so

“No, not at all. I, I love it” she said, grinning widely.

“Can I, can I touch it? She stammered.

My heart jumped. This is gonna happen? My brain screamed

"Of course,” I managed to say, “I’d, I’d love that.”

She came in closer to me again. I could smell the chlorine

Her left arm went around my hip to my back, and with her

My cock jumped immediately at her touch, and she was

“It moved!” She gasped. “Wait, it, it moves?”

“Yeah it does that,” I smiled, begging silently for her to

She burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s great! It moves!”

“Shush,” I whispered, and she tried to contain herself, finally

Her hand reached out, more boldly this time, and again my

Instead, she started gently rubbing it with the palm of her

I was enjoying it too. Not exactly the way I did it on my

“Does that, does it feel, good?” She asked shyly.

“Oh god yes, Amy. It feels amazing, so so good! Please don’t

She smiled such a beautiful smile, and continued exploring.

“I want to, I wanna see it” she said suddenly.

I felt I must be dreaming. If so, please, whatever you do,

I couldn’t even manage the words so just nodded, and she

It suddenly popped out, springing upward in all its full

She had to stifle another laugh; not a cruel one, mocking

“Wow! Holy crap!” She whispered. “It looks even bigger in

“Not painful at all, it actually feels really pleasurable, and

She grinned wickedly and took the hint, and her hand again

Now, she was using her fingers, running them up my shaft,

Suddenly she giggled again.

“What’s so funny now?” I asked, not harshly.

“I just now noticed your, what’s the word? Testicles, right?

“Yeah well that’s why we call them balls,” I laughed. "And

Her hand cupped them gently, and she looked up at me,

“You’re fine, just be gentle with them, don’t squeeze, just

She gently rubbed them for a few seconds, feeling their

“What feels better, touching your, balls, or your,?” She

“My cock?” I said, seeing how she’d react if I said it.

She flinched at the word, not used to using or hearing the

“Yeah, your, cock,” she repeated, trying out the word, then

“Your big hard cock.” Her face had that wicked grin again.

“Yeah touching my cock feels better, honestly,” I grinned

She took that as an invitation to continue.

“Tell me how to, to touch it the way, the way you like,” she

“Okay. Well,” I paused, then continued, “what you were doing

She got the hang of it pretty quickly and I let go, allowing

“It feels so warm,” she gasped, “and, I can feel your pulse

Suddenly she looked up at me. “It’s, beautiful.” She said,

I pulled her in close as we kissed, her hand never letting

I was close to cumming, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer

“Just needed a pause for a second.” I explained. Suddenly, I

“Can I,?” I stammered, as I moved my hand towards her

She bit her lip, then nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

I touched her breast gently, my hand over her suit still,

Her hand suddenly left my cock, and I looked at her, curious.

She hesitated for only a moment, then continued, exposing to

They stood, perky and oh so round, their pale pinkness a

My face must have been interesting; with my mouth agape and

“Do you like them?” She asked quietly.

“They’re beautiful. Just like you Amy,” I replied lovingly.

With my left arm still holding her close, my right hand

I went from one to the other, alternating between a gentle

“Was that  okay? I didn’t hurt you?” I asked, concerned.

“No, I’m fine, it felt good, just, sensitive,” she managed

We kissed again, and then I felt her hand return to stroking

After about another minute or two of this, her stroking my

“Amy,” I gasped, breathing heavy, “you’re going to make me,

By nutmegman -

In 1981, I was a good Jewish lad, living in a little town in

I was very, very shy while growing up. I didn t really

Carrie helped me overcome my shyness with her when we were

We would talk after school on most days.

And so it went with Howie telling me he was dying to get to

Nothing happened between them, yet. Howie had been pushing

A bit about Jewish views on fornication: Unlike Christian

A few weeks after the start of our senior year, I told

Carrie suddenly loved the idea that I was going to be alone

Sabbath Night

 Late Friday afternoon, about 5 minutes after my folks

I ordered a pizza and it was delivered. I had been cutting

The pizza was consumed and we went and watched TV. 1981 was

We watched whatever was on. I sat in my usual spot on the

I remember vividly how she told me she was on her knees in

She told me how she licked her lips to make them wet and

So she started her bawdy story again, telling me again how

 She said; What? and I listed off a few suggestions.

At that point her hand moved and bumped my dick, which was

She resumed her tale of the blowjob, saying she pulled him

Carrie said that Howie got down on the floor with her and

I was there, alone with Carrie & listening. I already

 This surprised innocent me. And she then leaned more

She scooted up & was quickly sitting in my lap, my boner

I was overwhelmed by Carrie s sweet and soft lips, the sweet

 I was worried that I was going to explode right under

The late news came on so we decided to call it a night,

But it didn t work out that way. I decided to sleep in my

She snuggled in closer and laid her head on my chest and

After a few minutes Carrie said it was so nice and comfy,

There was very little light in the room so I couldn t see

Carrie then slid down me a little until she was resting her

She slid lower and placed her hands on my rock hard dick. I

Carrie leaned over and licked the tip of my stiff

With her eyes locked on mine, she put my dick in her mouth

Carrie then lifted her head up and told me to come in her mouth

It felt like gallons. My eyes closed, my back arched, and I

Carrie looked at me, eyebrows raised and smiled again. I

This time she engulfed my cock and bobbed up and down much

 Carrie then crawled back up on me, put her

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke and wasn t

I started gently rubbing her back and butt as the shirt had

Gradually I was kneading her butt and thighs and touched

Sabbath Morning.

I awoke with the sun streaming in having no idea what time

I made some bagels and eggs and we both ate heartily. I

  Why not?  I asked; and she said; Together , to

Into the shower we went. Again the kissing started and we

I washed her, bottom to top taking special care at her

 My parents called sometime in mid-afternoon; to check

 When I hung up, I told Carrie and she smiled the

We spent the afternoon snuggled on the couch, watching TV. I

Around 7:30, Carrie said she was hot and she just took off

She positioned herself so her butt was on the edge of the

I picked up her foot and started gently rubbing the bottom

Slowly I kissed my way up her ankles to calves to under her

Now for the really scary part

By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back.

It was intoxicating. Her skin was hot to my touch, almost burning my hands, or at least that's how it felt. Her head was drooping forward and I could hear her breathing turning shallow. I slipped my hands into the back of her dress and gently slid them outward, across her quivering shoulder blades, taking the fabric along until my fingers curved around her shoulders.

Her dress began to fall with a gentle rustle, to bunch up around her waist. I heard myself moan aloud as I looked at her bare back, and my hands skimmed back down her flawless skin, to settle at her sides. Goosebumps suddenly emerged across her entire torso.

She gave a little cry and her head went up and fell back, and I couldn't resist: I pressed my lips to her exposed neck again and she writhed against me, gasping as she reached back and grabbed at me, whatever part of me she could get her hands on. My hands slipped lower, to her bare hips and pulled her back against me, and then swept upward across her stomach to cup her full breasts.

Her hands covered mine as I kneaded the soft flesh within her bra. Looking down over her shoulder I had a perfect view of her creamy breasts, and the way the soft skin yielded and gave in to my touch, and the way she moaned when my thumbs grazed over her now-hard protruding nipples, which were trying to poke clean through the thin fabric, my boxers were getting tighter and I was fighting to keep from just throwing her to the floor and screwing her brains out.

"That's really nice," she whispered, turning her face to kiss my cheek. I tore my eyes from the enchanting swell of her breasts and kissed her again, this time our tongues going straight in and caressing each other, and my fingers accidently discovered the front clasp of her bra and it gave way.

She gasped into my mouth, and I groaned and nearly fell to the floor as I felt the warm, soft, yielding flesh drop into my bare hands for the first time. Her nipples were hard and pointy under my thumbs, making her shiver as I tweaked them, and my cock was straining dangerously in my shorts, and all of a sudden I tore myself away and stepped back.

She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and turned to face me. There was confusion in her eyes, her hair was wildly askew and her hands impulsively covered her heaving globes.

"What's wrong, Josh?" she breathed unevenly, with a slight frown. She blushed as she glanced down at herself, her dress wantonly bunched at her lovely waist.

I gulped hard. "Nothing," I managed to get out. "But if we don't slow down, we'll never make it into the shower." She gave a breathless little laugh, and I grinned back, then let my eyes rove over her body, brazenly, obviously, willing her to feel my burning desire for her.

Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Her long dark hair was a frame for a face that was pale and lovely, slender, with finely formed features that to me were just perfect. Her neck was slender and delicate, curving out into exquisite shoulders, with the most beautiful pearlescent breasts I had ever seen, and the only real ones at that, swelling from her chest. She dropped her hands as she saw my eyes gazing over her, and with a very pretty blush she showed me her charms, and I was enraptured. They were full, and round and perky, and as I had already experienced, they filled my hands to overflowing, and I have fairly large hands. Her pink nipples stood proudly, belying the shrinking shyness that seemed to overtake her, just begging to be kissed and suckled, with the darker area, the areola I think? about the size of a quarter-dollar, they were utterly perfect. Her nipples saluted slightly upward.

It took some effort to look away from them and continue my visual feast, but I was rewarded with the most beautiful, flat abdomen and finely sculpted hips, just flaring out from her slender waist before disappearing into the tangled white satin that still clung to her womanly hips, and the top of her lacy black panties, peeking sensually out, and providing an awesome contrast to her pearly skin.

I glanced back up at her face. She was blushing and biting her bottom lip, and there was an unmistakable fire in her eyes, a desire that was consuming her core. That's how she expressed it to me later, at the time I could only marvel at the beauty of her flushed face and lovely young body.

But we had to keep going, couldn't spend the night there in the bathroom. I took a deep breath to steady myself.

It didn't steady my nerves.

So, I just stepped back a few feet & took another breath; and without stopping to think about it, shoved my boxers straight down to the floor. My rod sprang back upward as the elastic cleared the tip. As I stepped out of the boxers, my stiff manhood stiffly swayed a bit.

Now it was my turn to get warm in the face, but Sara gasped and her hand went to her mouth again. She was blushing furiously and staring at my groin, more accurately, at the very erect part of me that was protruding from my groin.

"Oh my," I heard her murmur. "Is that, um, will that fit?"

Now, like I said, I'm an average guy, so I don't think I would have had anything to be ashamed of anyway; but the way she said that, I felt like I was a heck of a lot bigger. I couldn't help giving a smug grin at her tone.

"Sure it will, you'll see," I assured her. "You'll get bigger too, remember?"

Her eyes were still a bit wide as she looked back at me, and I gestured toward her waist. "Your turn," I said hoarsely.

She blushed again. "Um, okay."

How I love this woman!

Hesitantly, her hands went to her waist and poised, thumbs sliding in between flesh and fabric. She looked down, and her breath turned shallow again, and then she pulled her dress and panties down together with a sharp exhale.

Her hands covered her crotch as she straightened back up, her legs were absolutely gorgeous. I can't tell you how many times I had thought about those glorious legs, imagined them bare past what her shorts ever revealed, imagined them wrapped around me, the silky smoothness, the intense warmth they would radiate. Is that lust? Maybe; but at some point I am allowed to lust for my wife, right?

Sara was struggling to put her previous life of abstinence behind her, in that bathroom. But she needed guidance.

"Hands by your sides, my love," I said, my voice lower and shakier than I intended. She looked at me with a mix of shyness and lust, and her hands drifted away from her sex and left her open to my gaze.

My mouth fell open a little and my breath went out of me in a rush. She was so utterly lovely there, her lips swollen and pink, completely bare, and glistening slightly. Her breath was coming hard and fast, and when I glanced at her face, her head was up and slightly back, almost like she was trying to look defiant, but my eyes instantly went back to her womanhood.

"You shaved?" I muttered; the only semi-coherent thought left in my brain. She nodded breathlessly.

"Waxed. My mother taught me." A fleeting look of concern crossed her lovely face. "You like it, right?"

I walked the few feet back to her and took her face in my hands. "I love it," I whispered, and kissed her deeply. She moaned and leaned into me, her hands caressing my back, and I felt the heat and softness of her breasts rolling against my chest.

We disconnected with a sigh, and I held her eyes with my own as I stepped back. Silently, I raised one finger and twirled it around indicating I wanted her to spin. A shy smile crept over her lips and she slowly and coyly turned around, watching me over her shoulder as my eyes feasted on her nakedness.

And as for her arse, if you took sexy and mixed it with adorable, and gave it a playful bit of jiggle, you might have some idea of the incredible beauty I was treated to. Her arse was firm and round, and just the right size. The cheeks bounced perkily as she gave a little wiggle, and I looked back up at her and we laughed.

Then I nodded toward the tub. "Will you do the honors, my lady?" I asked chivalrously, and she giggled breathily and stepped over to the tub faucet. She bent, perhaps a little more than strictly necessary, and turned on the tap while I gaped at the cleft between her arse cheeks. Her cunt peeped out coyly, the damp lips pressed together by her thighs, and seeing me watching, she gave another playful wiggle.

My mind was still trying to process the fact that I was alone with a naked girl, and that she was mine. The blood was charging through my veins and throbbing in my manhood. She looked so soft and smooth all over, so delectably good. Her nipples were begging my affections.

Once the water was warm enough, she stepped into the spray, with gentle a sigh as the water cascaded down her body.

"Aren't you going to join me, my lord, please?" she said, with another shy blush. I love her ability to blush.

And I didn't wait to be asked again. I stepped down into the tub with her and gathered her wet, slippery, nubile body into my arms. Our lips met again under the showerhead, and we made out with reckless abandon. My hands stroked all over her back and sides, teasing the flanks of her breasts, and she moaned into my mouth as her lips writhed and her tongue danced with mine. Her hands swept down to grab my arse, and my cock stiffened as it was caught between our heaving bodies.

I leaned her backwards a little, pressing my lips hard against hers, and caught her tongue between my teeth. She whimpered as I bit down just a little and her hands came up to cup my face. My arm went around her to support her, and the other hand found a wet and squishy breast, and squeezed. She jumped and her head fell back with a laugh, and I took the opportunity to devour her sweet neck while the hot nipple yielded in my grasp.

Then, and I'm not exactly sure how, she was sliding to her knees in front of me and came face to face with my manhood, erect and proud and very happy to see her. She blushed again, looking for all the world like a lovely water nymph, with her hair hanging wet across her shoulders and her lips, kiss-swollen and parted. She looked up at me from under her eyelashes and whispered, "Can I touch it?"

Just hearing her say that, made the member in question twitch and she jumped a little, I should mention that Sara is rather easily startled, and this situation was so new and all, yeah. Back to the story.

I could only nod, and the anticipation made my head feel light. My breath was coming in shallow gasps, and I braced myself against the warm stone wall as her delicate little fingers stroked across my shaft.

It was heaven. I closed my eyes and moaned, tilting my head back in the shower, and almost jumped out of my skin when something very wet and very warm and very alive suddenly engulfed my cock head. My eyes flew open and there she was, naked, soaking wet, kneeling before me with her pretty lips wrapped around my shaft and her big, lovely eyes staring straight into mine.

"Oh baby," I moaned, my hand coming to rest behind her head as she started to bob. "That's incredible, don't stop,"

Her mouth was snug, and her tongue was playing wicked, wicked games with the underside of my cock. Then there was a sucking sensation, and things got tighter and slicker and I watched as almost my whole cock disappeared into that beautiful mouth. She was sucking hard, and I threw my head back and groaned again as I felt her swallow, repeatedly, the contractions rippling down my shaft in exquisite torture.

Then she hummed.

And I lost it.

The whole world exploded in brilliant waves of pleasure and I could only grunt as my hips jerked, spewing my pent-up cum deep into her willing throat. I cried out, writhing in ecstasy, how can I possibly describe the sensations? Never had I felt anything like this; and she kept faithfully sucking until I came back down to earth, lightheaded and braced against the shower wall,

I heaved a deep, shuddering breath and opened my eyes. She was still kneeling in front of me, my spent cock dangling near her lips, and she looked very happy with herself. She smiled and opened her mouth, and I gasped wh

A tale of a terrifying wedding night.

By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm the palpitations that were pounding through my veins. I was standing on the edge of a mountain, nothing but vast open space around me for miles. The height wasn't helping me relax, and for the hundredth time I silently asked myself why on earth I had wanted to get married on a mountain?

Then I saw her, veiled and gowned in white, gracefully descending the stairs towards me, and the world was made anew.

Okay, let me back up a bit and start at the beginning.

My name is Josh, and I am, well, let's just say I'm an average guy, reasonably good-looking and very solidly walking a middle path through life. Which is as much as to say I haven't got a lot of money, but I am not hurting either, and I'm certainly no heartthrob but I ain't ugly. I'm the kind of guy that likes to be in the middle of things, without being the guy out in front of everything.

Now that that is comfortably out of the way, let me present the real reason I wrote all this down, and the reason 90% of you are reading it: my wife.

Odd, how small a word that is: wife. And yet, it holds so much meaning,

·         She's my lover.

·         My companion.

·         My homemaker and helpmate.

·         My everlasting.

·         My forever and ever, amen.

Not to belabor a dead cliché here, but she is also the kindest, warmest, sweetest, prettiest and funniest woman in the whole world to me. I've never known anyone like her, and to be honest I have no idea why she would want to share the world with me, but I sure ain't complaining.

We met a couple years ago, courtesy of some mutual friends at a religious convention we both happened to be attending. She was engaged at the time, or at least was going to be, to some guy she had known for years, but from the moment I first saw her, well, let me just tell you about what happened.

I was travelling with a group of friends and family, and we had come from a couple states away to attend this convention. It was a weekend-long affair, and we had, of course, gotten a late start, so it was a couple hours into the meetings that we finally arrived at the event center. But that turned out to be the best thing that had happened to me up to that time, because the way the event was set up, after every couple hours they would have a short bit of live music, kinda like an intermission, while everybody got up and stretched their legs.

So right as we were coming in the back of the conference room, where it was kept kind of dark, the music was starting at the front, on a bright stage.

And there, standing alone in the brilliance of the floodlights, was Sara.

I didn't know her; I had never seen her before, and if she hadn't been there, at that moment, I probably never would have. But there she was, standing tall in a flowing black evening gown, a beautiful violin tucked under her chin. Her eyes were shining, and her bow was moving gracefully across the strings, and what I heard, the music that she coaxed from that violin, I have never heard anything so beautiful in all my life.

To be honest I had never really been into music that much: I'm more of a writer and artist than musician. Certainly never been too keen on the violin.

But that day, as those trembling chords wafted enticingly and poignantly across the room, I stood, transfixed, unmoving and unable to move. All around me the music swayed and danced, slowly, and on the stage she slowly swayed with it, her eyes now shut and utter peace upon her brow. I cannot tell you how long the piece lasted; but I stood there for a thousand years, like in Tolkien’s fantasy novel, when Beren first saw Luthien; and I knew.

I knew I had laid eyes upon the one, the only one.

And then, as the music came to an end and the spell was broken, my fledgling hope was dashed upon the rocks. No sooner had the crowd begun to applaud than a tall handsome guy sprang up onto the stage and caught her in his arms, laughing and swinging her around in a circle. I can still hear the silver tinkle of her laughter, surprised and delighted, and see the radiant smile on her face, and then all at once he was down on one knee before her, she had clapped both hands to her mouth, and the crowd was going wild as he presented her with a ring.

You ever had that experience where you are dreaming something wonderful, something that you want with all your heart, is just about to happen and you cannot possibly wait one more second, and then you wake up? And no matter how hard you try you just can't get back to sleep? Well, that's what happened to me. I felt strangely hollow, like a part of me I didn't even know existed had suddenly been taken away from me.

The remainder of that weekend was, well, a bit strange. I met her and was introduced, we shared some laughs and stories, and I found out she actually lived in the same city that I did. Ironic, no? Travelling all that way to find what was at home the whole time. I found out that I loved the violin, and she was keenly interested in my art, and after the convention was over we kept in touch, more or less, simply as friends.

The rest of the story is actually quite complicated and rather boring to be honest; it wound up not working out for them, he moved to another state and she stayed, we got a bit closer and became better friends, yadda yadda yadda. She went through some hard times, I went through some hard times, we helped each other out, and for about a year I just never could find the right time to tell her how I felt.

Then my Mom fell sick and passed on rather suddenly. And without dwelling too much on the pain of that time, let me just say that when she reached out to me in a moment of desperate loneliness, I blurted it all out to her, what I felt about her and me; and ran.

I know, I know, dumb move, but no one had ever accused me of being smart anyway.

Turns out, she had actually grown very fond of me too, and didn't previously think I was all that into her, which I guess tells you all you need to know about my communication skills. But the upshot was that we decided to give courtship a go, and see what happened. She was a bit hesitant at first, having already once courted with a guy, but they hadn't ever been really serious and I think she felt more certainty this time.

I knew immediately.

But it wasn't till around six months ago that I thought she might be ready.

There's a State Park in northern Georgia, a small mountain called Fort Mountain, that my family and I had always enjoyed going to, with lots of trails, cabins, a lake to swim in and some of the most breathtaking views in the South. Sara and I shared a love of the mountains, and frequently she and her folks had come down there too, sort of double-teaming our family outings. We also shared a love of figure skating, oddly enough; but where my appreciation for it was purely as a spectator, she had actually done a bit of skating herself, as an adolescent, and if I may say so was very good at it.

But I digress. Along one of the trails at Fort Mountain, there is a wooden deck that juts out over the edge of the ridge, giving you a magnificent panorama. But to make it even better, the way the trail winds up to it you can't really see what is waiting for you until you actually get to the platform, and then it just spreads out before you, like a map hurled from the hand of a giant.

For a fleeting moment, it makes you feel like you are flying.

Call me a romantic fool, but I had long decided that whenever I got married, it would be here. And so, on a chilly day six months ago, I sprung the question.

I had a little help from her younger sister, who I swore to secrecy and took into my confidence, because I wanted to make this moment as special as I could. Our families were both there, about a dozen of us altogether, and her parents were going to Florida for a vacation the next week, so I figured this would be the best time for what I had in mind.

I managed to get her sister on ahead of the rest of us, on the pretense of going to get some good pictures of all of us coming up on the overlook, and then, by a combination of cunning and blind luck, got myself and Sara to the front of the party.

No matter how many times you go there, the view is always just as breathtaking; but this time, I scarcely even saw it. My heart was pounding like I'd just run a marathon, and I was literally breaking into a sweat despite the chill, that's how nervous I was.

Sara didn't suspect a thing. She moved down the last flight of stone steps to the platform, looking out at the view with the usual wide-eyed expression that it always causes, and I had managed it so that we were able to get to the railing where her sister was before the others had quite reached the deck itself.

I knelt, silently, looking up at Sara as she looked out over the valley. The wind blew her dark hair back away from her lovely face, raising a flush on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes and sighed, apparently never dreaming what I was about to do. Her sister was grinning from ear to ear, snapping away with the camera.

I actually had to swallow, twice, before I could make the words come out, and then, just as I was about to speak, we heard a gasp from our folks, who had just seen us. Sara turned, and her eyes went wide as she looked down at me, wide and filling suddenly with tears. She put her hand to her mouth, and every dang word of the pretty little speech I had planned went right out of my head.

So, I improvised.

"Will you marry me?"

And the next thing I knew, her arms were around my neck and she was sobbing in my ear.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! Oh, Josh I love you! I love you!"

It was only the wind, of course, that made my eyes start running. I mean, it was chilly, right? And then I was on my feet fumbling with the ring and she was laughing and crying at the same time, and her sister's grin was gonna split her face in two and our families were crowding around and hugs and kisses were flying. My Dad thumped me on the back, and I asked her's formally if I could marry his daughter, I mean I would have, if he hadn't grabbed me in the same kind of hug that her mom was giving her.

And when I asked her when she wanted to be married, she said she wanted to leave it up to me; so, like a genius, I said, "Let's do it right here, in June."

Which brings me right up to now, waiting for her to join me on the deck. I glanced around, for the thousandth time, at the little party of us: my younger siblings (I'm 26, and oldest in a large family), her Mom and sister, a few friends and a photographer.

Oh yes, and my Dad, who was actually going to perform the ceremony. I forgot to mention that he was a preacher himself, and very striking in his black suit.

It was a beautiful, sunny day in late spring. The sky was clear and blue and so very vast; all around the overlook the woods murmured and swayed in the balmy breeze, birdsongs drifted plaintively and the whole world buzzed with life and vitality. I reached up and fidgeted with the collar of my tux, they always make these things too stiff. Like I said before, I felt like I was running hard while standing still, and the height and the sheer vastness of the incredible view, wasn't helping. My best man, Jake, who was also my best friend, smirked a