Beach Wedding Blues

She realized he was erect now, and it was bigger than she had thought at first.

"You know, an orgasm releases serotonin, that helps you sleep. Maybe we can help each other out?"

She hesitated, not sure of what to do or say, did he want to come over to her room?

He held up a hand," just watching is all, maybe some talking."

She considered it, and she'd gone this far.

"Turn that chair this way and sit down," he suggested while he moved to the railing facing her balcony.

Something deep inside her just let go. What the hell she thought. She'd been having a bit of a dry spell, and she fully intended to get a little crazy at Bachelorette party, she'd never see this guy again. She moved the chair and sat back on it. This was going to be a two-way street though.

"Why don't you start stroking that cock?"

He started to stroke, moving a bit to one side to make sure her view wasn't blocked by one of the rails.

She leaned back, spreading her legs and ran her fingers down her stomach. The tip playing in the little patch of red hair sex.

She was watching him stroke, he was leaning in now, trying to see exactly what her finger was doing. She slid it down further, caressing her slit, running it back and forth, back and forth, working it in a little deeper with each pass.

Then it was inside her. She was a little surprised at how wet she had gotten as her finger moved inside her.

She worked it up, finding her clit, caressing herself.

She'd almost forgotten he was there when he spoke again, "please, touch your breasts."

His hand was moving faster now, and she placed her free hand on her breast, gently squeezing it, toying with her nipple. He let out a grunt and he came, it spurted out, for a second, she thought it was going to make it all the way to her balcony until gravity caught up with it and it plummeted into the night, burst after burst. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her own pleasure and was soon enjoying her own orgasm.

When she opened her eyes again, he was gone, she returned to bed and fell into a deep sleep.

It was almost 10:00 when she woke up. There was a text from one of the Bridesmaids asking if she could pick up a few things for the party.

She texted back she could, took a nice hot shower and got dressed and ready for the day.

She put on a pair of white shorts, a floral print shirt and sandals and headed out. A quick trip to a grocery store and neighborhood liquor store and she had the supplies for tonight.

She stopped at a Chipotle for lunch, debating what to do next. Almost everyone else was arriving later today, she really didn't have anything she needed to do.

The weather was beautiful and that made up her mind, it was going to be a beach day. On a whim she stopped at one of the tourist beach shops. She'd packed a bikini of course, but she was feeling a little adventurous today and the one she'd brought seemed a little plain. She perused the displays, spending several minutes looking when she saw it.

It was black, the bottoms were typical bikini bottoms, with ties on the sides leaning towards the small size but otherwise not too memorable. The top had the outline of the typical triangle over the breast, but it was just that, an outline. Inside that was a second triangle, this one actually cloth, but inverted, attaching to the outer triangle at the corners, it would cover her nipples, but not much else. She shivered a little in anticipation as she found her size. She grabbed a big beach towel and a bottle of suntan lotion and headed for the register.

Back in her room she coated herself in suntan lotion, the joys of being a red head she thought, put on her new bikini and a cover up and headed for the beach. As she walked down past the neighbor's door, she heard it start to open. She picked up her pace, hoping to make it to the elevator but luck wasn't with her. She mashed the down button, but the elevator was painfully slow, the man from last night, his wife and son were waiting with her when it finally arrived.

She moved to the back corner of the elevator, and the man took the other side, with his son standing in front of him. The wife was in front of her. She was tall, a good foot taller than Alyssa's 5ft 1in. Alyssa could see the yellow bikini under the crochet cover-up she was wearing. She was lean and had the look of an athlete. Her breasts were smaller than Alyssa's, but definitely not small. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail through the back of the baseball hat she was wearing. She glanced over at Alyssa with a friendly smile.

"Ground floor?"

"Yeah, thanks."

She hit the button, and they rode down in silence.

Alyssa let out a sigh of relief as they headed for the swimming pool, she continued on to the beach. She took one of the few remaining chairs, she savored the view for a few minutes, then relaxed reading her book.

Her reading was interrupted by a few more texts from the Bridesmaids, they'd included her in a group text and apparently a few of them were stressing. Alyssa was convinced those crazy bitches were intent on ruining her relaxing day. Grown women freaking out about snacks and plates, hell, they were all older than she was, two of them were already married themselves. She texted back with a couple of polite, "you know we could just" suggestions and got back to her book.

They seemed to settle down, and she spent a few mostly relaxing hours on the beach. A couple of boys seemed to appreciate her new bikini, they were throwing a frisbee and it kept coming suspiciously close to her chair, all on accident she was sure, but she was otherwise blissfully alone.

At 4:30 her phone started blowing up from texts, the rest of the family was arriving, and they were trying to sort out dinner plans. She gave up on the beach, grabbed her things and headed back to the room. After a shower and a change of clothes she met the extended family in the lobby at 6:00. They'd decided on a seafood place down the road. They had a loud, if pleasant family dinner, everyone catching up. She excused herself a little early and headed back to the hotel to get ready for the bridal shower.

She checked her makeup, fixed her hair, and changed into the dress she had bought for the party. It was a black cocktail dress, with a halter top and short flared skirt. It was cut low in front, plunging down between her breasts, with the back open to almost her waste. She felt deliciously naughty in it as she he shoes, black sandal booties, with a 6in heel and straps that ran up to her mid-calf. She picked up the supplies she'd gotten earlier in the day, and the gift for her cousin, then headed to the suite where the party was supposed to kick off. She knocked on the door and Tara, the unmarried bridesmaid, opened it. She smiled and gave Alyssa a hug, but she was clearly unhappy. Tammy and Lisa, the married bridesmaids were sitting on a couch in the living area, all three were wearing tight cocktail dresses, and none of them looked happy. Tara took the things Alyssa had brought and put them in the kitchenette.

"What's wrong?" Alyssa asked, breaking the silence.

"Our plans are out the window, "Tara began. "Apparently, some people's spouses, and soon to be spouses, got cold feet about bachelor and bachelorette parties. Seems our soon to be Groom was in Nashville last week for a conference, went out for drinks and the place they ended up at had a couple of out-of-control bachelorette parties. The sight of drunken woman throwing themselves at every man in sight while wearing a 'bride to be' sash was too much for him. So, he convinced our bride to...limit her merry making. And he convinced certain people's husbands," she nodded a head at the two increasingly sullen looking women on the couch," to go along. So, the boys rented a house in town, with the understanding that's where the party would stay, and we get this place, gesturing to the suite around them."

"What a bunch of bullshit," Alyssa muttered.

"Exactly," Lisa agreed.

"Who needs a drink?" Tammy asked.

Everyone said yes with enthusiasm, and she headed for the kitchen.

The blender was soon whirring away, and they set out to make lemons out of lemonade. The rest of the guests started to arrive, two more of Rebecah's college friends along with her sister showed up together. Their other cousin and the groom's sister showed up a few minutes later. Rebecah herself emerged from one of the bedrooms, wearing a white cocktail dress with a "Bride to be" sash. Wine and margaritas were flowing and most of the group seemed to have accepted the change in plans, or at least were playing along for Rebecah's sake, who insisted it was going to be fun.

Alyssa was getting to know Janet, the groom's sister Janet, when there was another knock on the door.

"Hopefully that's Carrie, and then everyone is here," Janet told her as she headed for the door. She was back a moment later a tall woman in tow. Alyssa almost choked on her drink when she recognized her, it was the women from the room next door. Janet introduced them, and Carrie recognized her as well, apologizing if her son had been too noisy. Alyssa assured her that she hadn't noticed a thing and Janet took her away to make more introductions.

With everyone present, the Bridesmaids took charge and announced it was time for the games to begin. They played risqué charades, where everything was either full of innuendo or downright X rated, and of course failure to get it right meant you had to take a drink. That was followed by a few otherwise innocent games that had been sexed up and alcohol fueled before they reached the piece de resistance. Everyone had been asked to bring a gift, a wrapped sex toy that "reflects your personality". The bride then unwrapped the gifts and had to guess who it was from. If she got it right, the giver took a drink, if she got it wrong, she had to take a drink.

As Alyssa watched her cousin unwrap several basic vibrators and a couple of rabbits, she decided that for all the talk during the earlier games this group clearly needed more exposure to sex toys. Not that she considered her own gift of a pair of vibrating panties to be some great revelation or anything, and she wasn't sure how she'd felt when Rebecah had guessed correctly.

The Bride was opening the second to last gift, a suspiciously large gift bag, and pulled out a strap on dildo. There were squeals of laughter, jokes about how shocked the Groom was going to be on his wedding night, and more than a few uncomfortable looks. It was revealed that one of Rebecah's more seemingly demure college friends had brought it, because she admitted she couldn't stop looking at it in the store. The last present was open, yet another small pink vibrator, and the games ended, and the party became a regular old party with people drinking and talking again. Most of the women were pretty sloppy drunk at this point, and Alyssa had noticed Carrie seemed to be leading that particular charge.

As things started winding down Janet, who, like Alyssa, seemed to have remained relatively sober, approached her and asked if she could talk to her privately for a moment. They found a quiet corner and Janet smiled nervously at her.

"Could you do me a HUGE favor?"

"Sure, what do you need?"

"You've got a room to yourself, right?"

"Yeah."

"And your right next door to Carrie, right?"

Alyssa nodded.

"Look, she's really a sweetheart, and she never gets to go out anymore...so she's kind of overdone it tonight."

Both women looked across the room to see a very drunk Carrie sitting on the couch, talking to another guest.

"I'm afraid if she goes back to her room in that condition, she's going to wake up her husband and their kid and it's going to be a mess. I don't think he really even wanted her to come tonight, and I'd hate for them to fight over something stupid. So... I was hoping she could crash in your room, then tomorrow she can...flip the story, say you had too much, and she helped you back to your room and stayed over to make sure you were ok."

Alyssa sighed, "Sure...whatever. But you owe me."

"Thank you, you're the best, and I definitely do!"

The party was petering out, people leaving in ones and twos until it was Alyssa, Carrie, Janet, and Tara. Rebecah had staggered off and passed out on the bed.

Janet managed to convince Carrie to go with Alyssa, and as they headed out the door Tara handed her a large gift bag.

"We gotta get these out of here too..."

Alyssa looked down to discover it was filled with half the sex toys. She had no idea what she was going to do with that mess... probably mail them to Rebecah one at a time for the next several months, but she didn't protest.

Alyssa was grateful it wasn't far to the elevators, then back to her room. The older and larger woman was fading fast, and she was struggling to support her weight by the time they were back to her room. She managed to get her into the room and at least pointed at one of the beds before she collapsed.

She took off her shoes, grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and composed herself before going to work. She managed to roll Carrie over, then remove her shoes and dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she left her in her black lace panties.

She went into the bathroom, took off her own dress, washed up, brushed her teeth then put on her rather plain nightgown before heading for bed. The noise of someone heading for the bathroom woke her up, she was frightened for a moment, before she remembered that there was supposed to be someone else in the room. She watched through half closed eyes as Carrie walked by, then tried to go back to sleep. The bathroom noises were followed by the sound of Carrie walking back by, then messing around with something. Then, thankfully, silence and she felt herself drifting back to sleep. The sudden feel of weight on the bed, snapped her awake, was that drunken bitch trying to get into the wrong bed?

Alyssa felt a hand on her knee, she'd been sleeping on her side, but without thinking she responded to the pressure and was on her back. As she started to react there was a hand on her other knee, then they slid up to her thighs, spreading her legs apart.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, looking down to see Carrie laying on her stomach between her now spread legs.

Carrie lifted Alyssa's nightshirt and grinned at the younger girl. "You have such a pretty little kitty; I just want to play with it."

Alyssa was speechless as the older woman started kissing her way up her thighs. She gave in to the moment, relaxing, and opening herself to Carrie. Carrie placed her tongue at the very base of Alyssa's slit and slowly licked up. When she reached the tuft of red hair. She stopped, "I haven't done this since college," she giggled before licking back down the way she'd come. Alyssa moaned softly as the tongue invaded her, entering her folds, searching for her clit, and she gasped when it found it. Carrie might have been out of practice, but it seemed to be like riding a bike, and she certainly was enthusiastic.

Alyssa felt something else pressing against her, and for a moment she thought it was Carrie's finger, but as it started to enter her, she realized it was one of the toys from the party. The small vibrator slid inside her, and Carrie worked it slowly in and out as her tongue and lips worked. Alyssa felt it building inside her, then Carrie turned the vibrator on. The added sensation pushing her closer to the brink. She had one hand twisted in the sheets as the other stroked the other woman's face. She felt the orgasm wash over her, her hips twisting, grinding into Carrie's face, but she just kept going, her tongue working her clit expertly, the vibrator humming away inside her. She tried to push her face away, as the sensations became overwhelming, she desperately needed it to stop, but she just kept going. Alyssa pushed at her head, but Carrie's free hand caught her wrist holding it. She tried to twist away but she just couldn't escape. All the sensations building, her orgasm going on and on until her body just gave out and she collapsed.

She wasn't entirely sure if she had passed out or not. She just knew she was laying on her back, nightgown pushed up around her waist, bathed in sweat. Carrie was lying next to her, a contented grin on her face. She looked over at the older woman, who just kept smiling as she ran her fingers through Alyssa's hair, "I sure miss college sometimes," the older woman remarked.

Alyssa got to her feet, desperately needing some water. As she walked to the minifridge she saw the bag of toys on the floor, or, more accurately the bag, with the toys spread all over the floor. Apparently, Carrie had just dumped the bag out while searching for the toy she had used on Alyssa. Turnabout was fair play Alyssa thought, scooping one off the floor then ducking into the bathroom. She was quicky out of the nightgown, tossing it aside. She had never handled a strap on before, but she soon had it on and adjusted. She took a quick peak out the bathroom door.

Carrie was on her side, looking out towards the balcony. Moving quickly but quietly she was at the foot of the bed, scampering up on it she put a hand on Carrie's hip and pushed her over, so she was face down on the bed. When she started to protest Alyssa gave her ass a smack with her free hand. Carrie's soft moan confirmed Alyssa's suspicions.

"Now, let's get this ass of yours in the air," Alyssa commanded.

Carrie quickly pulled her legs up under herself, raising her bottom. Alyssa was kneeling behind her, running her hands over it. Then she slid her hand down, between Carrie's legs.

"Spread them."

Again, Carrie complied, and Alyssa was soon running one hand over her ass as the other cupped her pussy, fingers exploring it.

"This little kitty is soaking wet," Alyssa said, giving her another spank on the ass," I've got just the thing for a naughty little kitty too..."

Alysa moved forward on the bed, she placed both hands on Carrie's hips as she got into position, the phallus pressed against Carrie who let out a soft moan. Then she started pushing forward, it pressed against Carrie's entrance for a moment, then slid into her wetness. She paused for a moment with it buried deep inside the other woman. She wasn't exactly what to do next, she'd never been on this side of things before. To hell with it she thought, I'm just going to do what I like.

She gave Carrie a nice solid smack on the ass, first one side, then the other, and began thrusting. She was soon giving the older woman a good hard fucking, driving into her as hard as she could, alternating with smacks on her rapidly reddening ass.

"Play with yourself," she ordered, and Carrie reached back between her legs, playing with her clit as the younger girl fucked her. She soon had her face buried in the pillows, trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. Alyssa was driving the cock in and out of her, lost in the moment, the sounds of Carrie's muffled moans in the pillow, the smack of her hand on Carrie's ass, she was caught off guard when Carrie collapsed, her legs sliding out from under her until she was flat on her stomach. She was tempted to give her a taste of her own medicine but settled for one last smack before getting off the bed. She watched Carrie, laying on her stomach, panting heavily, as she unfastened the strap on, letting it fall to the floor then took a long drink of water.

She crawled into bed and was soon fast asleep.

Carrie was gone when she woke up at almost noon. She checked her texts and was quickly replying to an invitation to lunch with her parents. She showered, dressed and began her day.

It was about as uneventful as a wedding day can be. Lunch with her family, chilling out, catching up, then everyone heading to their rooms to get ready for the ceremony.