Don Abdul (c) 2014
Dexter, flashed his charming warm smile at the bride as he shook her hand and congratulated her on her wedding. After whispering a few words of felicitation to the groom as well, he turned around to walk out of the venue of the wedding reception. He had barely taken five steps when he was tapped on the shoulder. He was surprised to see it was Mrs. Hawthorne, the rather hot mother of the bride.
Like most men he had ogled her awesome cleavage more times than he could remember that afternoon. Her form fitting, figure flattering dress paid glowing tributes to her voluptuous curves, and Dexter was quite smitten by her.
Just as he cleared his throat to ask what he might be able to do for her, she handed his a souvenir bag, gave him a rather wicked wink and then walked away. For what seemed an eternity, Dexter found himself held captive by her raunchy steps and her swinging hips as she walked away.
Only after she disappeared from his view did he look at the bag she had handed him. The message on the reverse side of the bag instantly set his pulse racing, and his cock swelling to a full erection. At the bottom was a phone number scribbled in beautiful cursive.
'OMG! It is true, she is a horny, wicked slut and proud of it too,' Dexter thought as he shoved his right hand in his pants pocket to hold down his cock while he walked out of the venue.