First Time We Met Donna

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It was October of 2014, my husband and I were invited to the wedding of a friend of his. At the reception following the wedding is where we met her.

We entered the reception hall, scanning the tables for our name placard. While sitting at our table we noticed her. Beautiful straight shiny black hair to the middle of her back. A stunning dress covered her curvaceous athletic body.

The dress fitting perfectly to display every graceful curve, but not in a tawdry manner. Her heels accentuating her long toned legs. She approached our table and stated, “Looks like this is me.”

My husband and I were both caught in awe with her beauty. She giggled at our awkwardness and woke us from our stupor. “Hello, I’m Donna.”

I replied, “HI Donna, I’m Judy, and the guy next to me with his mouth open is my husband, Joe. “

She took her seat, I asked Joe if he could bring us a drink. We chatted a bit before Joe returned with our margaritas. She was a friend of the brides but was told she would be put at our table because they thought we would enjoy each other’s company.

To this point we were the only three at the table. I told her, “Let’s switch the name placards so you can sit next to us.”

She agreed that would be a good idea. I noticed she switched four placards. I remarked, “Oh, you are here with someone?”

She replied, “No, there was someone, but we had a falling out. I’m flying solo.”

I told her, “Not any more girl, you are with us.”

Many suitors requested she join them on the dance floor. But we were getting along famously and spent most of the night talking, dancing and drinking. My husband was a trooper and danced with us much of the night.

It was an open bar until the money that the wedding party had allotted ran out. Subsequently, Joe was kind enough to keep us topped off, much to our delight.

We were having so much fun, dancing and talking, the attention to our alcohol consumption was nonexistent. I usually have trouble with stuff like that to begin with. I find that more often than not, I do things to excess.

Before we realized it, Donna and I were in a intoxicated condition. While seated Joe offered several warnings, informing us that we may have had more than enough alcohol. Patronizing him, I placed a few loving kisses on his face while reaching and giving his crotch a little squeeze.

“I saw that, ” Donna quipped with a smile on her face.

“What, this?” As I gazed at her, then seductively grabbed him again.

She glimpsed at the empty chair next to her and declared sadly, “No fair.”

I knew she meant that she didn’t have a crotch to grab. I looked right at her and informed her, “Donna, you are more than welcome to grab my husband’s dick.”

She looked at him, eyes wide, then down at his bulge, then back up at him with glee. We all started to laugh merrily. I think she wanted to comply but lacked the confidence.

She laughed again nervously bursa eskort bayan when suddenly I grabbed her wrist and brought her hand toward Joe’s crotch. But she halted her laughter when I continued and moved her unfurled hand onto his erection.

Her hand flexed with a deliberate inspection. She said, “Nice, you’re a lucky girl.”

I knew right then she would be a whole lot of fun. I’m sure if we were sober, it never would have happened. Shortly after that incident the expression on her face changed and she asked if I would go with her to the bathroom.

We are a mess, our trek to the bathroom formidable. Meandering through the maze of tables, using the chair backs to guide our path.

Once inside the restroom she looked at me dejectedly and said, “I am so sorry, but I think that I am going to be sick.”

I told her, “It’s alright, nothing I haven’t done before.”

She stood for a second before leaning over the toilet to let go. Now uncomfortable myself, I am doing my best not to lose it while holding her hair out of the way. She recuperated, washed her face and took a minute to compose herself.

We amble back to the table, and I tell Joe, “You were right Hon, we should have listened. I think that we should leave.”

She had driven herself, and was in no condition to drive, which neither of us had considered earlier. How do we remedy this?

Our initial decision was for Joe to drive her home and deal with her car later. But I knew she would be home alone, and I was concerned for her well-being. I had the perfect solution, she should come home with us.

I detailed my proposal to her and my husband. I started off by stating, “Listen, we hit it off so well that I feel this friendship isn’t going to end tonight.” She agreed with me.

I continued, “Why don’t you come home with us. We have a guest room for you, then in the morning we can bring you back for your car. It would be more convenient for everyone.”

Even my husband agreed, that would be a amicable solution. She didn’t want to be a burden, but I insisted. We both desperately held on to Joe to get us to the car.

We are headed home, neither of us feeling well. (Hopefully my description will paint the picture for you.) Seated, we are leaning on each other. The top of her head against the side of my face. Her hands in a praying position on my upper chest. Resting her cheek on the back of her hand.

My arm around her back, I gave her a little hug, trying to comfort her. She, in return, let her top hand slide down to give a few pats of reassurance. That hand, resting almost fully on my breast, her fingers delicately placed on the bare skin of my cleavage.

My mind frenzied in thought. Did she know where her hand was? Was it accidental? Did she not care? Was it on purpose? Should I tell her that it feels delightful?

My hand, already on her side, believing we are having a moment, I started to lightly bursa merkez escort fondle the side of her chest. Her only reaction was to gently caress my cleavage. I closed my eyes and enjoyed our mutual petting till we got home.

Joe helped us from the car and before we got to the door, Donna bent over to heave again. My stomach turned and I thought I was going to lose it as well.

Joe told Donna, “It will be ok. Just stay there, I’ll be right back.”

He took me in the house, sat me down on the couch and went back out for her. Guiding her past me through the house, she’s repeating, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

While passing he stated, “I’m going to take her to the bathroom. Will you be alright for a minute?”

I said, “Yes.”

Sitting with my eyes closed, waiting for his return, I hear what sounds like the shower start. Perplexed I get up to investigate. Entering the bathroom, I found her on her knees praying to the porcelain god.

Joe is leaning into the shower adjusting the shower heads and temperature. I tell him, “Honey, I’m not feeling very good.”

He tells me, “I didn’t think you were.”

I asked, “What are you doing?”

He says, “Well, this isn’t going to fix drunk, but I found sitting under a warm shower very relaxing, and it may help you sleep.”

He helped me take my clothes off and assisted me into the shower. It is a large glass shower with a rain fixture on the ceiling and two shower heads, arranged to blanket us in water.

He returned to Donna, who was seated on the floor next to the toilet and asked, “Are you doing better?”

With a frown she replied, “I think so.”

He tells her, “Let me help you into the shower.”

She didn’t say a thing. Just leaned forward letting him unzips the back of her dress and unhook her bra. He helped her pull her arms out allowing both articles of clothes to fall to her legs.

She turned and looked at him but didn’t utter a word. Helping her to stand, her dress fell to her feet. She leaned on his back as he bent and slid her panties to the floor and helped her step out of them.

As he brought her to the shower, I scrutinized her body wondering if could find a flaw. Her physique was magnificent. A perfect set of firm boobs rocked her toned, athletic frame.

Her erogenous zone shaved clean as a whistle.

She slumped on the floor next to me. We looked at each other shaking our heads in shame. He told us, “I will be right here, lying in bed, watching tv. If you need anything let me know.

Not sure how long we were in there. A good half hour I would guess. Eventually Joe came back with just his boxers on and asked how we were doing. We told him we had enough and wanted to lay down now.

He helped Donna from the shower. She stood with her head lowered and eyes closed. Doing the best he could to dry her long hair without further agitation to her already bursa sınırsız escort bayan spinning head.

It was captivating to watch him as he cautiously toweled her body from head to toe.

He efficiently dried her chest and between her legs and ass cheeks without lingering. Then he laid her hair into the towel and wrapped the towel around her head. He guided her to the bed, then came back and did the same for me.

He helped me to the bed. I pulled at his boxers. I wanted him so bad. He told me I was in no shape to fool around. To just go to sleep, there’s time for that later. I knew he was right. He said he would sleep in the other room and would leave the light on in case we needed to get up.

I looked at Donna, she was lightly rubbing her stomach. I asked if she was going to be ok. She nodded ever so slightly, then rubbed my leg. I put my hand gently on her stomach and lightly rubbed it trying to comfort her. Not sure if she moved it because that didn’t feel good. Or if she moved my hand to her chest because that felt better.

I started lightly playing with her breast. She barley opened her eyes and looked at me. Gave a little smile and passed out. I continued to fondle her till I fell asleep. The next thing I see is Joe standing over us with a tray of toast and coffee. Asking, ” How are my girls this morning?”

He put the plates and coffee on the night stands next to us and went back about his business. We were not ready to get up and just laid there talking. I asked her, “So, do you remember what happened last night?”

She said, “Most of it.”

I asked if she was ok with what happened. She said, “You mean Joe undressing her?”

I said, “That and us touching.”

She told me, “Joe was wonderful, and the touching was very soothing and helped take my mind off feeling sick.”

I told her, “That’s good cause I enjoyed you caressing my chest, and even more, I enjoyed fondling yours.

Before we knew it, we were laying there, eyes closed, lightly playing with each other’s tits. Joe walks in and says, looks like you’re feeling a little better. We just giggled. We spent the better part of the day in bed, talking and touching.

Neither of us reaching into our pelvic area. I know I didn’t feel well enough to go that far. Finally, we decided it was time to get up and move around. Joe brought us sweatpants and sweatshirts to wear. Donna was not shy. With Joe in the room, we got out of bed and dressed.

We sat on the couch and watched tv for a while. She thanked him for being so nice and taking care of her. She said, “If there is anything I could ever do to repay you, let me know.”

Jokingly he said, “Anything?”

She said, “Well, almost anything.”

Now in my nefarious mind, I already had lascivious plans for the two of us. I knew we would be seeing much more of each other, in every sense of the word. And I could tell our personality were comparable.

So, when she said, “Almost anything”, I spoke up and said, “Yes Joe, give it time, she will be doing anything you want.”

She just looked at me with a big smile on her face.

Later we took her back for her car. Exchanged phone numbers and made plans for next weekend. That was the start of best friends, and more.

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