Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Pursuing Lust - Mana and Tatcon Valdez

M

Mana

Planetoid
Joined
Dec 30, 2011
A flick of amber brown strands fell to her forehead as Jenna leaned close to the bathroom mirror. She pushed them back with her left hand, while her right one proceeded closer to her face. She opened her eyes wide and gently pushed the soft lens to her cornea with her pointer finger, blinking furiously afterwards. When her right eye had finally calmed down from the intrusion, Jenna looked up once again to the mirror to briefly admire the result of her work: a grey iris encased perfectly in a clear, protective orb. The girl was about to reach the other pair of the lens when a knock was heard from the bathroom door.

"Jenna, is everything okay with you?" the voice from the other side of the door asked. It was Sarah's, the soon-to-be bride. "The networking is going to start soon."

"I'm coming," announced Jenna, as she quickly imitated her previous procedure for putting the lens on her left eye. Once that was done, she moved to pack everything into her purse: her black rimmed glasses, her eye drop bottle, her lens holder, and half-ran to the door. She took a second to straighten some wrinkles on her green cocktail dress before pulling the handle, revealing Sarah standing by the door frame with her signature bright smile.

"Wow, look at you," said Sarah next. "You should wear contacts more often."

"Well, it's just too much work for office, isn't it?" Jenna replied, smiling, to which Sarah giggled. Having been her senior, Sarah would know better that the number of male and female workers in their office's department resulted in an unequal ratio. With so many females around, it was just logical for Jenna to keep wearing her 'ugly' glasses, rather than investing minutes applying make up and maintaining her contact lenses.

"Well, shall we go, then?" asked Sarah, to which Jenna answered with a nod. Both girls then headed down the corridor to a hall where the networking event was held.

It was Sarah's idea, or so Jenna got the impression, to arrange a meetup for acquaintances and friends from both the bride and groom's sides for some networking purposes before the wedding party. Sarah said it was important because she and her college sweetheart fiance had taken different career paths since college and made different friends, and she wanted the wedding party to be warmer with people knowing each other. Being a new girl in town, Jenna just went along with it. It was also the first wedding invitation - or any kind of invitation in that matter - that she had received ever since she moved here two months ago.

Before long, they both had arrived at the entrance of the networking hall. There was a bar at a corner of the hall and there were waitresses walking around offering finger foods. Instead of joining the other guests, however, Sarah held Jenna's hand and guided her slightly sideways.

"Come with me for a second," said Sarah when Jenna gave her a questioning look. "There's someone that I want to introduce to you."
 
That would probably be the groom. Gotta meet the groom. Also with the groom though, as always was his best man. He was a good looking man, maybe a little rustic with the 5 o'clock shadow along his jawline, but it only added a little flair to the expatriot Aussie. Smiling and laughing and probably telling a wide variety of stories to and about the groom to the people around them, then attention would shift towards the bride and her friend as they approached the collective.

Sam, the bride smiled happily and extended a arm to bring Sarah in to his grasp as Mark straightened his shirt, unbuttoned at the top because, frankly, he liked to be comfortable.

"Hello my bride." Sam said as he brought her in to the embrace, Mark also waving to Sarah with his charismatic smile, "Hey Sarah-Bear, it's good to see you" he said, before leaning in and kissing her cheek gently. "Whose the beautiful lady you've brought with you then?" Mark asked as he looked towards Jenna, dark brown eyes catching her own grey optics with interest as his smile continued.

Not really waiting for the proper introductions, he extended a hand towards Jenna anyway, "Heya, I'm Mark, the catalyst for Sam's embarassement before his big day."
 
Jenna's first guess would be that he was the groom, a handsome man with slightly pronounced jawline who looked far more comfortable than she was in the wedding situation. But then Sarah let go of her wrist and hugged the other man on his side, who greeted her with a, "Hello my bride."

Somehow, the realization brought a tinge of joy to Jenna's heart, and she half-consciously smiled. She was brought back again to reality when she saw his hand being extended towards her, and she recognized the distinct accent in the voice that spoke afterwards. Her smile widened, and for a moment she broke the eye contact to sweep some hair to the back of her ear before returning the gesture.

"Jenna," she answered shortly. The warmth of his skin when his palm touched hers made her heart skipped a beat.

"Eager, aren't we, Mark?" Sarah remarked, and the hand shake automatically ended. "Well, as you might already know now, Jenna, this is Mark. Mark, this is Jenna. He's Sam's best man. She's my new colleague."

So he was the best man. Jenna appreciated the introduction with yet another smile and a rather clumsy, "Nice to meet you, Mark."
 
"Are you surprised, Sarah? Always been eager to meet new people. Should of figured that out by now." He said with a wry grin and a wink towards the bride before turning his attention back towards Jenna. She was indeed quite stunning, the beautiful hair, stark eyes, and the way her green dress completmented her was simply fantastic. He would only become aware he was letting his gaze linger a little too long when Sam gave his foot a boot, and he snapped out of it. "And it's a pleasure to meet you Jenna.

"Tell me, what's it like to work for this miserable bat, eh?" He teased, which would of course illicit a response from Sam in the form of a small smack on the back of the head, and no doubt some retribution from Sarah. Mark had always been known as the joker within the grooms group, the crazy batchelor who had never been tied down by anyone and went about his busy life without much of a care for what happened. Unlike most people like that however, his friends never tried to slow him down or get him diverted. He was who he was and above all, he was a good friend.

For Jenna however, he may end up being her greatest nightmare, judging by the way he was looking at her.
 
Jenna was well aware of Mark's attention and couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden reply. He seemed like a nice, easy-going guy. And from the unbuttoned part of his shirt, she could guess that he did some exercise as well. Most of all, his Australian accent really piqued her interest. If Sam didn't stop him in time, he might had caught the scene of her blushing like a little girl.

"Well, then, I guess we'll leave you two alone to get to know each other," announced Sarah. She would then divert her attention to Mark, saying, "Don't you tell her anything weird about me, alright?"

"See you later, then, Jenna," resumed Sarah before leaving with her groom, to which Jenna replied with a wave. Her heart skipped yet another beat when she realized she was left alone with Mark, and an almost-automated smile made its way to her lips when she turned around to face him. She immediately remembered his earlier question before Sam and Sarah took over the conversation.

"And to answer your question, I'm not working for Sarah. I work in the same department with her, but in different team," said Jenna. "And Sarah is not a bat at all. In fact, she's quite a sweet heart. Don't you agree?"
 
"Oh absolutely. Wouldn't have let Sam marry her if I didn't." Mark replied with a big smile, extending a hand towards Jenna to bring her closer to the bar, "Care to come have a drink? Anything you like, Sam and Sarah made sure it was dirt cheap for this." He said with a grin, and assuming she came to the bar as he offered, he would pick up his own beer, and take a swig. The bartender would be over shortly to take her order, and whatever she ordered, he would make sure to have the money available for her.

"Gotta admit that this was a good idea. Not many weddings I've been to have had this kind of set up. It's going to make the wedding far more bearable, that's for sure." He said off-handedly before turning to face Jenna. "So now I know where you work, what about the rest of you. What do you do for fun, where do you come from, all that good stuff." He asked, holding his drink in his hands as he watched her, and waited for the response.
 
Drinks are always good, so Jenna took the invitation and followed Mark to the bar. "Anything I like, really? Sam and Sarah will get you later for lying, you know," she replied jokingly before taking a seat on one of the stools, crossing her legs as she did so. Her grey eyes followed Mark quietly as he ordered his beer, watching somewhat earnestly as the muscles of his neck rippled on swallowing the drink.

Jenna's short observation had to end, however, when the bartender turned his attention to her. She told him her choice of drink: Campari. The bartender nodded and just a second later, she was served with the red apéritif with a slice of orange.

"Yeah, I really like this idea, too," Jenna said as to reply to Mark's remark and took the first sip of her glass. When he started his interrogation, she couldn't help but smile. She was tempted to ask back which question should she answer first, but she refrained herself from doing so.

"Well, I just moved here two months ago from Colorado," she answered, before trailing her eyes up to meet Mark's. "And how about you? When did you move here from Australia?"
 
The act of women crossing their legs. By glory it was one of the best things in the world. Even as a casual observer, watching a nice pair of legs shift and position themselves correctly held a certain allure that..at least to Mark, make him just a little more crazy. Of course he wasn't keen to act on it at the moment, that might be a little too soon, don't you think?

"Colorado, home of skiing and blond haired tourists who never seem to realized how bleeding cold snow is." He teased, giving her a small wink before taking another drink of his draft. "Then the big question of when I moved here. Ah, never officially have really. I have a green card to work here on occasion, but I'm still an Australian citizen, true and kangaroo." He replied with another small grin.

Looking out to the main floor for the moment he decided to think. Not that she wasn't interesting, but movements took planning. It was then he noticed the music for what it was, and promptly put his beer down on the bar, and slid off his stool. "C'mon American girl, come dance with an Aussie."
 
Jenna caught the sight of his playful wink and pursed a smile. And oh, that grin... She took two big gulps out of her Campari then, hoping that if he did finally catch herself blushing, she could blame it all on the alcohol.

"C'mon American girl, come dance with an Aussie."

That sentence was enough to restart her heart to full throttle. Jenna looked up to him quietly for a moment. Her lower lip hung open slightly, but it was quickly dismissed into a smile. Her grey eyes then drifted down to his hand, and she was immediately reminded of how warm it was when they were shaking hands earlier. The thought of touching it again sent warmth down Jenna's chest.

"Sure thing," she replied, dismissing the thought, and followed Mark's act by slipping off her stool. As she walked past the Australian to the main floor, Jenna took a brief second to trail a finger on his knuckles just so lightly - a small, abstruse gesture that might seem like nothing to a bystander, but could mean a lot to the parties involved.
 
The small touch would not be lost on him, and that little tickle that always manifested itself on the back of his neck when his interest was starting to be piqued crept up on him quickly. Yep, this was definitely going to be one of the best weddings he'd ever attended. It was with that in mind that he followed Jenna on to the floor, and when they could get to the 'designated dancing area', he would grab her hand and carefully pull her back towards him, bring them chest to chest as he quite suavely guided them around the floor in a more appropriate style of dance. Well, maybe the close proximity of their faces might be questionable.

While the two of them would be dancing at an athletic pace around the floor, Mark's natural behaviour had him goading people to get on to the floor. Once the floor was properly occupied, he would lean in a bit to whisper in her ear, "Now that things are a little more busy, please pardon me as I take advantage of this lovely cocktail dress of yours." He said before turning her around gracefully and bringing her back to his chest, and his hands round her hips firmly. It was definitely a strong and secure grip he had placed upon her now, a soft squeeze on the sensitive curve.
 
It was once heard by Jenna that dance was a form of mating ritual in some animals. When Mark grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, that fact immediately rang in her head. Her grey eyes gazed up into his, as they danced through something crossed between a tango and waltz. Soon after, she found herself breathing in ragged pace to keep up with her own heartbeat, and when he suddenly twirled her around and squeezed around her hips, Jenna's breath stopped completely.

They stayed in that position for a moment. When Jenna finally took another breath, she leaned back to Mark's chest and relaxed, enjoying his warmth and feeling his muscles moved with his breaths. Her eyes fluttered to a half-close. She placed a hand on one of his while raising her other hand up to the nape of his neck. At the same time, she started moving her hips to the rhythm, intentionally brushing her bottom to his private area. She would continue doing so until they started moving around the dance floor again.
 
If asked, Mark would openly admit to having that effect on women, it had been something he prided himself in for most of his adulthood. Well, maybe he wouldn't admit to it, but that was neither here nor there. Maybe it was a mating ritual he was initiating, but for some particular reason it didn't feel wrong with her, not the way she rested back against him, not the way she placed her hands on his own and her neck, and not the way they hips swayed together and her derriere made a meeting with his most sensitive areas. Yep, he had definitely had a chance to take advantage of that lovely cocktail dress.

Honestly, they would stay in this close, sensual proximity for quite a while, and he might even be so bold as to place a kiss on her neck just once before slowly turning her back around and started dancing with her again. He would make sure to keep her close proximity, his dark brown optics smiling along with his lips as he looked into her eyes. "Didn't expect to have this much fun, did you?" He tease, giving another wink as the mingled with the other people on the dance floor, once again blending in.
 
The feeling of his lips on her skin felt heavenly, if not quite expected. When Mark turned her around again and resumed the dance, a smile rose full on Jenna's lips, and her cheeks gained a rosy tint. Then there was a short giggle. "I've never had as much fun since college," she answered with all honesty; maybe the Campari was spiked and the alcohol had gotten to her. But with or without alcohol, the Australian could dance, that she knew for sure. And there was a sense of pride surging in Jenna's mind that he chose her, and not one of the numerous other girls in the hall that might had laid eyes on him, to dance with him. Some of them still did, actually, probably from noticing their latest action. Maybe she should have been more discreet.

With her left hand, Jenna traced a finger down from her partner's shirt-covered shoulder to his chest, then down to his abdomen, feeling his muscles rippled from their dance moves. She wondered if he was as good in bed as he was good on the dance floor..

Her train of thought was cut short when the rhythm of the music slowed down, and she barely missed stepping on Mark's toes for a split millimeter. A clumsy apology occurred immediately afterwards, along with something else. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the way his kiss and his touch made her hot and cold inside. Maybe it was both. Nevertheless, when the music was just seconds before reaching its end, Jenna craned her neck up to just barely a centimeter from Mark's ear, whispering, "Shall we do something more... fun?"
 
Mark's reaction times were fast enough to be able catch her a bit when she stumbled, but he was partially glad his toe was saved the trouble of being stepped on. He waved off the apology with a warm smile, but when she moved in closer to him he made sure to listen. He took him a short moment to take in what she had said, and naturally it made a grin pass over his lips as he looked around for a moment, before looking at the door, and then to her beautiful eyes. Giving only a nod towards the door he would walk them in that direction, taking her hand and guiding her along. Part of him was self-concious about letting his best friends see him taking the bride's friend out the door, but feeling relatively secure about the decision itself, he did it anyway.

They would only make it around the first corner they could find away from the hall before Mark turned towards her, placed his hands on her hips, and pressed her up against the wall, coming against her gently soon after. He might be getting ahead of himself, and he might warrant a slap for the action, however his lips would come to hers very soon following him closing the distance to her. No matter how brief the first meeting of their lips, she felt a spark of desire that had been missing for a while. Plus..she tasted pretty good.
 
Jenna's heart felt like it stopped beating when she saw into Mark's dark eyes and noticed him nodded. It jump-started later and raced with her steps as he guided her away from the dance floor and out of the hall. Deep in her gut she wondered if she was doing the right thing; Sarah was one of her very first friends she made after moving to this new town and here she was, seducing her groom's best man. And just before their wedding day. Regardless, Jenna didn't make any move try to stop Mark, just blindly following him like a kid following a magical piper.

When Mark kissed her, however, those thoughts quickly dissipated like a breeze. She kissed back, naturally, and ran both her hands to around his neck. She could still hear the murmuring coming from the hall and realized that they were still a little bit too close to the crowd, but the thought of stopping was somehow lost in the jumble that was her brain.
 
There was a small party that went off in Mark's head when he felt her kiss back, giving some confirmation that he was at least doing the right thing...not that there was really much doubt to begin with. Even with the murmuring from the hall Mark couldn't get out of himself enough to stop enjoying this one solitary moment. However, when he heard the door open he was able to get through to his concious mind and slowly pull away from Jenna, placing himself on the wall next to her. Catching his breath he waited to hear if the person who exited was coming their way, and when he was comfortable they weren't, he looked at her with a big smile.

"That was close." He teased, taking her hand in his own for a moment as he looked around them to see what was there. "Hmm..my hotel room is in the next building over. Rather go there, or try and find a broom closet somewhere nearby?" He asked, and that teasing tone was once again back in his voice. He continued to look at her, but now he had a little glint in his eye. What? The prospect of the broom closet was an interesting one, but regardless he was just happy to be with such a beautiful girl.
 
Jenna waited in silence for the person to pass by, while her heart finally calmed down. Though concerned, strangely, she didn't feel so worried. In fact, she was quite excited. When Mark looked at her with his big smile, she quickly replied it with a grin. The fact that Mark was present there with her, an awfully handsome man who might or might not be good in bed, was the only thing that kept her from giggling like a little girl and hurt her own pride.

"I don't know about broom closet," she answered his question. "But I know there's a bathroom nearby.."

Though Mark seemed to be interested with the idea of doing it in the broom closet, Jenna wasn't so sure with bathroom. Nevertheless, she waited for his answer, giving a gentle squeeze on his hand as she did. If he'd say yes, she would guide him through the corridor and turned to the bathroom that she visited earlier with Sarah. It was a unisex restroom, built only to one visitor, and was decently sized, too. If the room would, she hoped, turn out to be vacant, Jenna would pulled Mark in with her and turn to push him against the door, resuming where they left off as soon as the leaf shut close.
 
It would be hard for Mark to resist and say no, so it would have been a pretty safe assumption that he would say yes. And he did. He was a bit surprised to be dragged along by the girl, she seemed as eager as him, but he wouldn't complain, running along behind her as they proceeded towards the bathroom. Once inside he would be once again surprised by being pinned against the door, but the welcomed sensation of her lips upon his was enough to draw him back into the feeling completely.

His hands were eager to drink her in, and that would be why his hands slowly trailed down her back, before sliding back up and grabbing the zipper on her dress and pulling it down until it stopped. From there his hands would slide up to her shoulders to start sliding the dress off of her, his lips never leaving her own as he started to feed his passion through his lips to her.
 
Jenna shivered ever so lightly at the feeling of her zipper being pulled down. The skin on her back welcoming the feeling of exposed air. She assisted Mark voluntarily in discarding her dress, pulling her arms out of the sleeves without once stopping the kiss, until she was left with just her black lace bra and panties.

Once her dress was a pool of green satin spread around her heels, Jenna would ran both her hands around Mark's neck, before slowly travelling down. Across his shoulders, and further down to unbutton his shirt. After she managed to undo the last button, she would run a hand under the fabric to run her hand around her torso, feeling the warmth of his skin under her fingers before tugging the shirt off.
 
Like she had done for him, Mark was willing to assist her in the removal of his shirt, moving away from the door sufficently to allow the fabric to roll off his shoulders and down his arms to join her dress. He would take the opportunity to change the tides by taking her hips and turning her so she was pinned against the door, the kisses never broken as his tongue reached out to take in more of her unique taste.

Once she was properly in place, he would decide to make them equal, and undid his pants, allowing them to fall away so he was left in his black boxers. Despite the prospects of the night, comfort was always paramount for bringing out the necessary charm. After his pants were free, he slid a hand down the outside of one of her legs, lifting it and wrapping it around him as he drew closer, and teasingly pressed his hips into hers.
 
The change of role surprised Jenna a bit, but she was soon over it and welcomed the return of Mark's kiss with eagerness. In fact, she was quite excited by it. Although knowing how he led the both of them around the dance floor earlier, Jenna knew it was to be expected.

She opened her lips slightly at the feeling of his tongue, welcoming him in. Meanwhile, her hand ran back up to the base of his neck, supporting her balance as she lifted her leg up to his request. She let out a low, shuddering sigh to their kiss upon feeling his warm tip touching her most private place, albeit beneath layers of fabric. The hint of pleasure brought the amber haired to sneak her other hand to the small of his back, while she used his lifted leg to bring him closer, relishing in the warmth and firmness of his body.
 
Mark certainly did have a compunction for doing what he wanted when his blood started going. That was probably why he had no issue with using the large bathroom as the backdrop for their lovely little sexcapade. What would Sam and Sarah think if they knew this was going on? They might support the little union...and then the thought was lost when she brought him closer to her, as close as he could possibly get, his rather firm manhood pressed against the fabric of his underwear and quite strongly against hers. Slowly he shifted his hips back and forth to vary the pressure his bulge was presenting to her covered womanhood as his remaining hand first rested on her lower back, and then shifted upwards to unclasp her bra with but two fingers.

As his tongue poked at hers to come and play, the hand would follow the straps of her bra to drop them from her shoulders as far as they would go given her occupied hands, and then slide under the loosened fabric so that fingertips could lightly pass over one of her nipples teasingly. Soon he would alternate doing that with grasping the whole breast to massage it firmly.
 
Jenna found herself moving her hips to match Mark's, almost as if automatically. The sensual, teasing movement populated her mind with anticipation and she felt warmth flooded her system, especially around her lower region. She fluttered her eyes close, relishing the feeling. It also reminded her of their earlier stint on the dance floor. Unavoidably, she wondered if any of those people who were watching them noticed that they were gone. What would they think if they knew what the two of them were doing right now? What would Sarah think?

Her train of thought was quickly intercepted when Jenna felt the invitation from Mark's invading tongue. She was relatively quick in accepting it, pushing her tongue out with his and followed it into his mouth, exploring his cave. She could taste the beer that he downed earlier before. She retreated briefly, however, to let out a breathy moan upon feeling Mark stroking at her sensitive nipple, sensing it hardened to the touch.

Like with her dress, Jenna pulled her arms to discard her bra down to the floor, before resting on his shoulders. She let him play with her breast for a while, relishing the pleasure that it brought to her. Her grey eyes looked up to him briefly before they gazed down to his unattended lips, and she leaned forward to gently bite on his lower lip. Meanwhile, one of her hands sneaked to his lower back and further down, past the waistband of his boxers, where she returned the gesture by giving a firm squeeze to his buttock.
 
Mark hadn't quite thought of his breath before going down this particular path, but it hardly seemed to matter anymore, feeling her hips slide along with his in a teasingly beautiful dance. Despite his own shortcoming, he was glad to sense her tongue accepting his invitation, and though she retreated, he certainly enjoyed the taste of her drink that persisted.

His dark eyes would catch her gaze as he grinned in response before she took his lower lip and gave it a soft bite. This would illicit a small moan of enjoyment from him, and when her hand snagged his behind, he pushed his hips forward to press in to her a little more tightly. This would bring another small grin to his lips, as he drifted his hand away from her breast to trail along her side to her lower back. From there he would put his short nails to her skin, and slowly trail up her spine as much as he could with her being stuck to the door. The hand holding her leg allowed his nails to dig in a bit to that sensitive skin before slowly guiding the leg down back to a natural spot.

Looking around a bit, he spotted the bit of counter space around the sink, and grinned to himself. No words were spoken, instead he just turned back towards Jenna and promptly grabbed her undies, and slid them down her beautiful legs slowly before she was completely naked. On his way up, he traced kisses along her soft thighs before he was standing once more. "Go sit on the counter luv, I want to give you a bit of a gift."
 
A small, tiny feeling of accomplishment, along with the shivering pleasure, traveled up Jenna's spine upon hearing the moan from her dance partner. It was emphasized even further when Mark raked his nails across his back and along his leg, resulting into a hiss that escaped from between her clenched teeth. But of course, the reaction was also partly affected by the fact that he was pressing tighter to her. Her hand flew to interlock her fingers with his brown strands before he briefly broke the passion by inspecting their environment.

When he stripped her out of her final piece of clothing, she could hear her own breath hitched. Then came the feather-like kisses on one of her private areas that lulled her head and sent her mercury eyes to a half-close. When she heard his request, with that lucid accent of his, Jenna crooked a smile as her reply. With some luck, she might managed to look lustfully attractive with her droopy eyes, or appear a hideous drunk, but it was hardly a matter with her condition then.

Hands reached out to both sides of his face, she leaned in to plant one full, passionate kiss on Mark's lips before walking towards the sink counter. She turned around then, facing him, and deliberately positioned herself; her bare back against the cold mirror, with her white legs spread apart. One of her hands held onto the silver tap for supporting the intricate as she waited there, eyeing him intently. Her folds glistening with anticipation.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom