Slutty Bridesmaid Sneaks Away for Quick Wedding Blowjob

Title: Slutty Bridesmaid Sneaks Away for Quick Wedding Blowjob
Keywords: bridesmaid, wedding dress, amateur blowjob, POV blowjob, college girl, quickie, homemade, blowjob swallow, 18 years old, slutty bridesmaid, wedding fuck, passionate oral, amateur college, tinder hookup vibe
Story
The reception hall was loud with music and drunk laughter. I stood near the open bar, nursing a warm beer, watching everyone dance in their formal clothes. My cousin’s wedding had been long and boring, but at least the open bar was free.
That’s when I noticed her.
Sarah was one of the bridesmaids, a 19-year-old college sophomore with messy dark hair pinned up in a half-fallen updo. Her light purple bridesmaid dress hugged her tits and flared at the hips. The hem was already riding up from dancing. She kept glancing my way, biting her lip, then looking away like she was trying not to get caught.
We’d matched on Tinder two weeks ago but never met because of the wedding chaos. Now here she was in real life, looking even sluttier than her photos.
During a slow song, she finally walked over, drink in hand.
“Hey… you’re the cousin, right?” she asked, voice a little too loud from the alcohol.
“Yeah. You’re Sarah, the bridesmaid who kept texting me dirty shit at 2 a.m.,” I grinned.
She laughed and rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed. “Shut up. Someone might hear.”
We chatted for a minute, both of us pretending we weren’t checking each other out. Then she leaned in close, her breath smelling like vodka cranberry.
“The bride’s doing pictures upstairs. No one’s paying attention. Come with me for a second?”
My cock twitched. I nodded.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the side door into the dimly lit hallway of the venue. Her heels clicked fast on the tile as we hurried past the bathrooms. She pushed open a door to a small storage room filled with extra chairs and folded tablecloths. The smell of old wood and faint cleaning spray hit us.
Sarah closed the door behind us and locked it with a soft click. The music from the hall became muffled.
“Fuck, I’ve been horny since I saw you in that suit,” she whispered, already dropping to her knees on the thin carpet.
Her purple dress bunched up around her thighs as she looked up at me with glassy, eager eyes. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was already half-hard from the adrenaline.
Sarah didn’t waste time. She wrapped her soft hand around the base and gave the head a slow, wet lick, tasting the precum that had leaked out.
“Mmm… you’re big,” she murmured, then opened her mouth and took me in.
The warmth hit me instantly. Her lips slid down my shaft, tongue pressing flat against the underside. She bobbed her head, taking more with each stroke, her messy updo bouncing. Saliva started dripping down my balls as she got sloppy.
“Shit, Sarah… just like that,” I groaned quietly, putting one hand on the back of her head.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. “Be quiet or someone will hear us,” she giggled, then dove back down, sucking harder.
The sounds were filthy — wet slurping, her soft gagging when she tried to take me deeper, the faint creak of her knees on the floor. Her bridesmaid dress was getting wrinkled, one strap slipping off her shoulder, showing the top of her lacy black bra.
I could hear distant laughter from the reception hall. It made everything hotter — knowing we could get caught any second.
Sarah worked me like she was starving for it. She jerked the base with her hand while sucking the head, swirling her tongue around the tip every time she came up. Her eyes watered a little but she kept going, moaning softly around my cock.
“You gonna swallow?” I asked, breathing heavy.
She nodded without taking me out of her mouth, humming “mm-hmm” that vibrated through my shaft.
My hips started moving on their own, fucking her mouth in short thrusts. She took it, relaxing her throat, letting me push deeper until her nose almost touched my stomach.
“Fuck… I’m close,” I warned.
Sarah doubled down, sucking faster, her hand pumping what her mouth couldn’t reach. The pressure built fast.
I grabbed her hair tighter and came hard, groaning through clenched teeth as thick ropes of cum shot into her mouth. She kept sucking through it, swallowing every drop like a good little slut. A tiny bit leaked from the corner of her lips and she wiped it with her finger, then licked it clean.
She sat back on her heels, breathing heavy, lips shiny and swollen. Her makeup was a little smeared, hair even messier now.
“God damn,” she laughed quietly, standing up and fixing her dress. “That was hot.”
I tucked my cock back into my pants while she checked herself in her phone camera, wiping the corner of her mouth.
“We should get back before someone notices we’re both gone,” I said.
Sarah smirked, still flushed. “Yeah… but text me later. Maybe after the wedding we can do more than just a quick blowjob.”
She unlocked the door and peeked out, then slipped back into the hallway like nothing happened. I waited a minute before following, heart still pounding.
Back in the reception hall, the music was still blasting and no one seemed to have missed us. Sarah was already back with the other bridesmaids, laughing and dancing, her purple dress looking only slightly more wrinkled than before.
I grabbed another beer and watched her from across the room, tasting the memory of her mouth on my cock every time I took a sip.
Just another normal wedding… with one very slutty bridesmaid who knew exactly how to make it unforgettable.