Lynn had been looking forward to this evening wedding reception for some time. The bride and groom were good friends, and being part of the same dance club meant that this was going to be a big social event and party. Deciding on what to wear had been more of a challenge than usual. The past few months had been fairly tumultuous. She had finally severed all pretence of a relationship with her last boyfriend and immediately embarked on one brief affair, followed by another, both of which had been easily forgettable. However, they had served the purpose of cauterizing the momentary grief that she had felt. Did she want to dress for herself, to impress other women or perhaps to entice another lover? Having left herself plenty of time though she enjoyed contemplating the different dresses that she could choose from, what shoes and jewellery, and how she should wear her makeup and hair. A chilled glass of white wine certainly helped her decide who she wanted to be that evening, and with the selection process. She looked good in black, but not for a wedding, and the white dress that she recently bought was definitely out of the question. It would certainly create a stir, but she wasn’t that selfish that she’d spoil the bride’s day. After a little dithering she decided on a mid-thigh length, figure hugging navy dress, open at the back and fringed with fine gold brocade. It would go perfectly with her new strappy gold and diamante dance shoes. The glass of wine had told her to be bold and embrace whatever came her way that evening, so she had chosen accordingly. She wore a clear strapped bra, but as the dress showed off her figure particularly well, decided not to wear any panties. ‘That’s me definitely being bold,’ she thought. An emergency pair in the handbag would suffice. On the dot there came a knock at her front door, and one of her many friends was there to pick her up and give her a lift to the venue. It wasn’t a long drive, but it gave them enough opportunity to catch up on what was new, and on the current gossip. The venue for the wedding reception was a glorious country house hotel, Danesfield House, on the outskirts of Marlow. During the Second World War it had been requisitioned by the RAF as a rather glorious base for their intelligence operations, then it passed into corporate hands, but for some time now had been a luxurious hotel and spa. On this beautiful summer evening, passing through the gates and along the gravel drive showed the building off in all its splendid grandeur. Greeted at the front doors by the hotel manager the cloakrooms were pointed out, and she was directed towards the ballroom. Before going through Lynn decided to change her shoes and headed off to the cloakroom, exchanging hellos with friends and other guests on the way. Sitting down and fiddling with her shoe straps she noticed an elegant pair of red, high heeled shoes attached to two shapely legs. As her gaze travelled upwards she found a short, dark red strapless dress perfectly following the contours of an undeniably sexy body. With long, straight brown hair falling just below her shoulders she now recognised the very attractive woman standing opposite her. She’d seen her at the club recently, but hadn’t realised that she was a friend of either the groom or bride. Perhaps she was family? Finishing putting on her shoes she sat up. “Hello” she said, “I thought I recognised you. You look lovely in your dress.” “Thank you” the attractive woman replied. “It’s always a little difficult to know what to wear when I’m working. I don’t want to overdo it!” “Well you look great. What are you working on?” “I’m here to take photographs of the guests” she responded. “The bride thought that it would be a great idea to capture the moment. I’m set up in a little room off the ballroom?” “What a good idea,” enthused Lynn. “It’s amazing how Rachel can think of all these small details.” “I hope you’ll come and have a picture taken?” “Of course I will! I absolutely love to have my picture taken.” A little colour rose in the attractive woman’s cheeks. “I can see that you take a fabulous picture. If I’m not so busy perhaps you would pose for a few?” Her eyes flashed momentarily and then she picked a business card from her bag and handed it over. As Lynn took the card and looked at it her heart skipped and she felt a hollow sensation in her chest, as though she was suddenly standing on the edge of a dark precipice. She paused before replying, looking up into her eyes and smiling. “I’ll make sure that I come and find you Melissa,” she said earnestly. Melisa smiled back, picked up her handbag and walked out of the cloakroom. It wasn’t the first time that Lynn had felt that chasm of sexual excitement open when she’d spoken with an attractive woman, but it hadn’t been something that she’d allowed to develop. She wondered what a kiss would be like. ‘I must be feeling bold,’ she thought. Gathering her things she stood up and followed Melissa out of the cloakroom. There was a short queue of people waiting to enter the ballroom so she joined the end. She slowly moved forward to greet the wedding party; a kiss on the check for the parents and a hug for both the bride and the groom. Readily accepting the proffered glass of pink champagne, she took a sip, lifted her head and glided into the ballroom. There was a large wooden dance floor in the centre of the room surrounded by elegantly decorated tables, already with many people talking and laughing. Music of sorts was playing, but it was more for background, as nobody dancing yet. She spied her driving buddy and walked over, dropped her bag and began to chat with the other guests around the table. The ballroom filled up quickly and the music changed to something recognisable and with a tempo. Feet started to tap and guests wandered on to the dance floor to dance. “You know that there is a photographer here?” her friend asked. “Before we get hot and bothered from the dancing let’s go and get our pictures taken?” And with that she took Lynn’s hand and led her to a door in the far corner of the ballroom. The makeshift photographic studio was a large, high ceilinged room, with white panelled walls but no windows. Across the far side was another door and next to that a serving hatch opening out into another room. The photographer, Melissa, was set up in one corner with box lights, laptop and portable backdrop, busily taking pictures of a couple. With a few people ahead of her in the queue it allowed Lynn to watch the photographer at work. She was clearly confident in her abilities, and with some humour was getting her subjects to relax. “Hello again” Melissa said with a big smile, as Lynn’s turn came round to be photographed. “It’s the two of you together isn’t it?” “Where and how would you like us?” Lynn giggled is response. “I think we’ll do a formal shot and then have a little bit of fun” Melissa purred, and with that she positioned them side by side for the first photograph. “Now, let’s see how else we’ll take you” she said, holding Lynn’s gaze. As she put the two women into different poses Lynn could feel Melissa’s fingers discretely stroking her body, fingertips brushing against her breast, thigh and bottom, and as Melissa did this her eyes confirmed what Lynn already knew; that this was intentional. The queue of guests wanting their pictures taken had grown, so Melissa stopped and said “Thank you ladies. I’ll be posting them up onto a web site and you’ll be able to select any of the pictures you want”. As Lynn began to walk away Melissa held her arm. “Perhaps you might come back for a few solo pictures later, when the queue has gone?” she enquired coyly. Lynn looked into her eyes and grinned a response. The flirting with Melissa had made her feel quite horny, but the desire conveyed in Melissa eyes had sent a wave of sexual anticipation deep into Lynn’s pelvis. Back in the ballroom the dancing was in full swing and the floor was jumping. Without having a chance to get another drink Lynn had been grabbed and dragged onto the floor, laughing. The reception had turned into a great party, and everyone was clearly enjoying themselves. Taking a break between dances Lynn had the opportunity to chat with other friends and guests. Whilst taking a breath she was handed another glass of champagne by a friend, Antonio. He was the same height as her in her dance shoes, with a toned body, short curly hair and bedroom blue eyes. They had been lovers more than two years previously, and just momentarily the memory of the good sex they’d had together flashed through her mind. She remembered that he was particularly good with his tongue and could make her gush when she came. They chatted for a little while. “You are looking very hot again Lynn,” said Antonio. “Come have a dance with me?” Leading her onto the floor the music changed; a kizomba track with a heavy bass beat. “Perfect!” Antonio’s voice was deep and suggestive. Standing very close together, Lynn’s arms around Antonio’s neck, they began to move slowly to the beat of the music, heads and bodies connected. And as they danced their movement became more sensual; Antonio’s thigh between Lynn’s leg, pushing against her mons and feeding the sexual sensations that she’d harboured earlier for Melissa, Lynn’s breasts brushing against his chest and her nipples responding; becoming aroused. The music changed, and they both paused in their close embrace before pulling apart and grinning at each other. “Always a pleasure Antonio,” murmured Lynn. With music playing and much laughter Lynn was very much enjoying herself. The champagne earlier, supplemented with a few vodka and cokes, were helping her relax into the evening and appreciate the attention she was getting. Flirting with Melissa and the sensual dance with Antonio both contributed to a lustful ache that she was feeling in her groin. Her attention was periodically drawn toward the door leading to the photographic studio, and for sometime now she hadn’t seen anyone going in or coming out. Feeling suddenly emboldened Lynn picked up her drink and walked slowly over to the door. Her heart began to beat a little faster, and she felt a nervous excitement in her stomach. The door was slightly ajar, so pushing it gently she walked through, the excitement descending and transforming into a sexual anticipation. The room was empty, and she felt a sudden sense of disappointment. About to turn around she then heard a gentle, breathless voice coming from the adjoining room, through the open service hatch. Her curiosity piqued, she gently closed the door behind her and tip toed across the room. Approaching the serving hatch Lynn’s view of the other room broadened out and she saw Melissa’s back. About to call out she then saw a hand run through Melissa’s hair and her head angle forwards as she kissed the man who Lynn could know see standing in front of her. It was a passionate kiss, one that Lynn knew that Antonio did well. Her curiosity holding her still, Lynn watched, fascinated, as the two lovers in the other room kissed each other. Melissa took a small step backwards and dropped to her knees. Her hands undoing the belt of Antonio’s trousers, the clasp and then the fly, she hooked her fingers into the hem and pulled down, taking his pants with them. Hard and clearly aroused Antonio’s cock sprang forward. He murmured something, but Lynn could clearly see the raw sexual desire on his face. She watched as Melissa put out her tongue and began to lick his glans. Then, slowly she took him into her mouth and began to rhythmically move her head backwards and forwards. As Lynn took in the unfolding encounter she felt herself becoming increasingly aroused. Watching these two together, whom individually she’d had sexual fantasises about, was incredibly stimulating and erotic. Almost unconsciously she felt her fingers running down her own body, fingertips’ tracing a path over her hips and down onto her thighs. And as she slowly brought her fingers back up her body she opened her stance and brushed them over the mound of her pussy, through the fabric of the dress. Next door Antonio had stood Melissa up and was unzipping her short, dark red strapless dress. He allowed it to fall to her waist and as he did so her firm shapely breast were released. He bent his head forward and flicked his tongue over each nipple in turn. Bending down he then slipped the dress off Melissa’s hips and down her legs, revealing a tiny red thong. Standing up he directed her a few steps back across the room to a chair and gently pushed her down into it. Opening out her legs he knelt down and ran his fingers up her thighs, took hold of the tiny red thong and pulled it off. Lynn could see that Melissa had a pretty, clean, shaved pussy, before Antonio lowered his head and began to tease her with his tongue. As he worked on her she stroked her own breasts and pinched nipples. Running her fingers back down her thighs Lynn now brought them back up, catching the hem of her dress and pulling this up to her waist, exposing her wanting pussy. She could sense how wet she had become from watching the pair in the other room. Lowering her right hand she pushed the fingers against her pussy lips and gasped at the moist sensation. Slowly she began to masturbate; her fingers working her labia and clit. She looked up to see Melissa watching her, an impish smirk spreading across her pretty face. Lynn was held by Melissa’s gaze, her own fingers teasing her pussy whilst Antonio teased Melissa’s with his tongue. Without breaking eye contact with Lynn, Melissa gently pushed Antonio’s head away. He slowly stood up and moved to one side. As he did so Melissa took one of her hands from her breast and ran in down her stomach to her sex, and like Lynn, began to pleasure herself, all the while holding Lynn in her gaze. Lynn was aware of the door next to the serving hatch slowly opening, and felt a hand stroke her arm and gently hold her elbow. “Come!” Antonio quietly commanded, and led her through the doorway and across the room to the where Melissa had been sitting in the chair. She was now standing, and took a step forward in front of Lynn. Lifting a hand she ran this around the back of Lynn’s neck, pulling her forward and kissing her full on the lips, parting them with her tongue and darting into her mouth. Antonio had stood close behind Lynn and stroked his fingers up the back of her legs and across her buttocks. With his hands on her hips he pulled her against his body, and Lynn could feel his hard cock against her back. Taking her skirt in both hands he lifted in up over her head, and as he did so Melissa knelt down, kissed the top of Lynn’s pussy and brushed her fingers against her pussy lips, parting them and feeling Lynn’s juices. Antonio unclasped Lynn’s bra and slipped it off each shoulder, and now she was entirely naked, standing between the two of them. Melissa stood and took Lynn’s hands, turned her around so that her back was to the chair and asked her to sit. In front of Lynn, she knelt down, placed her hand on each knee and pushed Lynn’s legs apart. As she lowered her mouth towards her waiting pussy Lynn could feel her warm breath, before the exquisite sensation of Melissa’s tongue finding her clit made her gasp. Going to stand to one side of the chair Antonio bent over and began to flick his tongue over Lynn’s nipples, sucking and biting as each one became as hard as iron. Melissa’s tongue began to build the erotic tension in Lynn. Antonio left the side of the chair and knelt down behind Melissa. Lynn could see his erect, angry manhood entering Melissa’s pussy, and as he slid his length into her she lifted her head and inhaled sharply. He began to fuck her whilst she sucked and licked Lynn’s pussy. Melissa ran a hand down the inside of Lynn’s thigh and pushed one finger into her pussy, then two, and begin to stroke her; in and out, massaging Lynn’s g-spot as Melissa’s tongue continued to savage her clit. The visual stimulation from Melissa being fucked whist orally pleasuring Lynn was overwhelming, and Lynn felt herself reaching a tremendous climax; her pussy juices gushing over Melissa’s waiting, open mouth. Antonio took his cock out of Melissa’s dripping pussy and they both stood up. Helping Lynn to her feet, her legs a little shaky from the powerful orgasm, he then sat down in the chair, his hips forward and his stiff, powerful cock resting against his belly. Holding Lynn’s hips he then lowered her onto his lap, her back to his chest, and guided his cock into her engorged, wet cunt. Gently rocking his hips Lynn could feel him filling her up. Arching her back his hands found her breasts and he grasped them firmly, pulling on her nipples as he pushed into her. Melissa knelt down again in front of Lynn. With Lynn riding Antonio’s cock, Melissa flicked her tongue over her clit, sending pulses of ecstasy through Lynn’s body. She could feel Antonio tensing and getting closer to orgasm, and this expectation drove her towards another climax. The sensations were so strong that she lifted her hips, unable to bear his cock for a moment longer as she ejaculated over him. With Antonio’s throbbing cock between her legs she watched as he cried out, shooting his hot, semen into Melissa’s waiting, open mouth; she closed her lips over his glans and sucked him dry. Taking a moment for each of them to catch their breath, they each stood and began to dress, grinning at each other. “I don’t know if my legs will work,” laughed Lynn. “But I’m going to go back and try and dance a little, but maybe after one more vodka!" She started to walk towards the door. “Don’t forget” Melissa called after her. “I still want to take photographs of you, so I shall call you.” “I’ll look forward to it!” replied Lynn, a big smile spreading over her face.