Blimey! This was a bit old school! Piper at the door, dark wood everywhere, pictures, trophies, stewards in uniform, lots of money here! Very, very old golf club, probably don't even have women members! Hadn't been invited to the church service, why would I be? Friend of a friend who just happened to be in Edinburgh the weekend of the friend's brother's wedding! So an invite to the reception on a Saturday afternoon, friend says only problem is it's black tie!? Fine, says I, I actually like wearing the black tie every now and again, so here I am suited and booted! Looking around it seems that every Scotsman feels it's compulsory to where a kilt, also seems that women no longer know what dress code means, but that's ok, the view is much more appealing. Dinner and speeches go ok, sat at the far end of a long table making small talk with the neighbours. Interesting eye contact with an attractive 50 something with short dark hair sat on the next table, can't see much of her over the shoulders of those between, but more than one look implied more than a passing interest! Manage to suppress the occasional yawn of boredom, some don't bother. Dinner ends and the smokers make a dash for the exits! Lose sight of dark hair in the melee to get to the bar so head for an exit to get some, hopefully smoke free, air. Back inside and the room has been transformed! Gone are the long tables and bright lights, a dance floor is now exposed at one end with individual tables on three sides. The lighting is much more subtle, brighter over the dance floor but fading to almost complete darkness at the back. Groups of friends stand or sit around tables, the band begin to play and the bride and groom step up to get things going. Drink in hand I spend the next half hour wandering around the building, clearly been going for a couple of hundred years and with a real men's club atmosphere about it. Back in the reception room and things were already getting loud. Would seem that more than one or two had over indulged in the free wine. Thought about finding the friend of a friend and making my excuses but decided it was a little early, even for me, so I started to move towards the darker tables to find somewhere to watch proceedings develop. As I turned, there was the dark haired woman looking directly at me. She smiled at me and turned back to the group of people she was chatting with. I walked close behind her, angling towards the back of the room. Nice figure, slim, tall, firm legs, good calves, worked out at a guess! Wearing a high necked sleeveless sparkly black dress that ended mid thigh, showed her figure off well but didn't look too young for her. Good choice. I threaded my way through the tables, passing groups of other guests who were either deep in conversation or were just watching the antics of others. I aimed towards a couple of empty tables right at the back of the room that were lost in the gloom. I turned and sat. Quite amusing, wedding receptions, seems to be the place where guys seemed the think it's ok to forget the niceties of good behaviour, drink as much as they can and then play dodgems with everyone else! Already, one guy had been asked to leave and a couple of others were heading that way. Then, there she was, moving through the tables towards me, again looking directly at me, a slight smile on her face. Coming round the back of the table she stood at me shoulder, a slight contact, A hand settled on the back of my neck and lightly stroked, I continued to watch the dance floor. Dropping my hand I began to stroke her ankle and foot through the sheer nylon. She moved around to face me and, pulling a chair up, sat on my right, thigh to thigh. Locking eyes I leant forward and lightly kissed her, her lips were moist and soft, receptive, I pushed my tongue forward and gently probed her, felt her lips part and the point of her tongue dance forward, touch mine. Her hand settled on my inner thigh, forearm resting, finger tips stroking. Our mouths broke contact, sat back and looked at each other, my own hand settled on her knee, my fingers tracing small circles. Her eyes closed, I look over her shoulder and watch the other guests, confident that we can't be seen in the gloom. Still tracing slow circles my hand pushed forward, onto her inner thigh, the skin softer through the nylon, her legs part, my hand passes under the hem of her dress, the thicker band tells me she's wearing stockings, I reach her smooth skin, a barely perceptible tremble starts, her mouth parts. --------------------------------------------- The softest of skin, so soft I can barely feel it, like milk, like cream. I make tiny swirling patterns with my finger tips. Wider circles, knuckles breathe passed her crotch, she twitches at the briefest of contacts, tiny circles again, her skin flickers, I can feel her heat pushing out, I lean to her ear 'take them off, give them to me', without hesitation she pushes her knickers passed my hand, lifts her feet, takes them off and hands them to me. I put them to my face, breathe her in, she moans, put them in my pocket. My fingertips continue their dance, her leg trembling, her hand back on my thigh the other gripping the edge of her chair, knuckles brush her labia, skin to skin, no hair, moist, hot, she jumps a little, eyes tight shut and, biting her bottom lip, she orgasms, a small one, but unmistakable. She tensed, bucked, gasped, then slowly, comes back down. My fingers brush up, nails gently dragging across her lower tummy, then down to her sex, touch her, she whispers something, too quiet to understand, the fingers on my thigh start a light tap. My fingers stroke down her puffy outer lips. Back up, no pressure just a light stroking, she just sits, head down, fingers still taping my thigh. My fingers stroke up one last time, middle finger extends slightly, barely enters her, becomes slick with her juices, keeps going to find the little hood of flesh and, just touching, stops. She's quivering again, almost with anticipation. Start the tiniest of movements against her clit, gentle rubbing, no pattern no stopping, it is small and smooth with a hard core, hot, infused with blood, I imagine running my tongue round it, sucking it into my mouth, teasing it back and forth. I can hear her breath rasping through her teeth, her quivering increases, feet tapping, a quiet murmuring again, her head swaying gently from side to side, she seems to be savouring it, now I can feel it building within her, pressure increasing, then, almost a surprise, it hits her, her whole body tenses, she throws her head back and her orgasm sweeps through her, wave after wave crashes on her, feet arched her thighs squeeze together trapping my arm, my fingers crushed against her sex, her hand grips my thigh. I watch her, watch her face, envy her the intensity of that release, the sheer beauty of it, the sheer pleasure of it. After what seems an age it slowly subsides, in steps, like slowly releasing a long held breath, she slumps, falls forward, her shoulder against my chest, forehead onto my shoulder, my fingers, released, open and rest on her tummy, palm across her flame hot pussy, her breathing slows as small aftershocks catch her, eventually stopping. We sit like that for five, ten minutes, nobody bothers us. Then she takes a deep breath, whispers "oh my god" and slowly sits back, I take my hand away, we smile, lean forward and, kiss, no passion now, just a soft, gentle kiss, a thank you kiss. She stands, staggers slightly, adjusts her dress, grins down at me, eyes laughing and walks away, I watch as she drifts through the tables, stand and walk towards the car park, hand in my pocket on her knickers.....