About a decade ago, Mr Wanda and myself went to a friends wedding. After the meal, we went for a stroll in the grounds of the plush country hotel in which it was taking place. It was dusk.
I was wearing a strapless ballgown and Mr Wanda confided in me that it was "effecting" him! So we found a secluded spot and started to make out a bit. One thing led to another and soon I'm on my knees "treating him right". ;-)
Whilst we do get off on doing things in dangerous locations sometimes, I was keen for this to hurry along so I pulled down the strapless dress and let the girls swing free! This had the desired effect and Mr Wanda told me he wouldn't last much longer.
I got lost in the moment and made a strange decision. Mr Wanda likes to come on my chest and, wrapped up in the horniness, I decided to do that, rather than simply taking it in my mouth.
Mr Wanda came a lot! This was all well and good until, after about 10 seconds of post-bliss pride, I realized I was now covered in cum! And we were behind a hedge in the grounds of a hotel!
A quick search of my handbag revealed I had no napkins or tissues. All Mr Wanda had was a silk handkerchief (that went with his suit). We did our best with it but it wasn't very absorbent! I felt like I was simply spreading the cum around rather than mopping it up. :-(
The point came where I realized I couldn't make it any better than it was. I pulled my dress back up and we went back in to the wedding. To get to the ladies room, I had to walk through the hotel foyer and the ball room. Mr Wanda told me afterwards that the lights from the wedding band made me look like I was wearing some sort of glitter makeup on my chest!
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