Chapter 31

When we got out onto the street, it was nearing five-thirty, it was clear that there was some sort of party being set up in the street. Tables had been moved outside, a DJ was setting up, and lights had been strung over the street. I grabbed a sweater from the car, and we walked a block to a local restaurant. It was a lovely family place with authentic Spanish food. We had a wonderful meal, and I was pleased that Gabe was being reasonable about the choice of restaurants. He loved taking me out to expensive places when we did go out which wasn’t conducive to him saving his money to pay down his insane credit card balances.

As we returned to the hotel, we saw that a party was in full swing. I was surprised to find that it was a wedding. A street party wedding. What a brilliant, joyous idea, I thought. And then I remembered Gabe’s choice of shoes for me.

I whirled at him. “You knew!” Gabe was moving his shoulders in time with the music.

“Yeah, since I reserved a street view hotel room, the hotel was nice enough to let me know there could be some music and noise. They said it’s become a local trend for young couples to have the wedding at a church and then have the reception out here with permission from the hotels. They get a local permit to close off the street and then just have cake and punch.” He pointed over at some tables where there was a small wedding cake and then three large sheet cakes. “No alcohol allowed, but there are local bars and restaurants. The local businesses love it. Especially the hotels.”

Gabe took me by my hand and spun me into him with a flourish. I settled back into his chest. “And the best part is, the couple can do it pretty inexpensively.” I felt his body moving to the music with mine. “And everyone’s invited.”

He whirled me back around and I took his hands as we swayed. “Everyone?” I asked and he nodded. I looked around and found he was right. Strangers in their street clothes either danced where they stood or moved out with the wedding guests, and no one seemed to mind. The bride and groom were a beautiful couple, young and in the prime of their lives, each looking at the other like they were dreaming. I looked at Gabe and felt a momentary sadness at what my life could have been like if I’d met someone like him, back when.

We turned and walked near the area where guests were dancing and then Gabe spun me again. Our eyes met and he winked. “I remembered how much you enjoyed it when we danced at the bar after we met with Andre.”

I grinned, “So that’s why you insisted I come.”

He shrugged. “Well, Mom insisted on teaching me to dance when I was young. It seems a shame not to use what she taught me, to make someone happy.”

I sank my head against his chest, quite overcome. When I had control of myself, I looked up into his beautiful eyes. “I am happy.”

We danced for what seemed an age. We stayed for the cake cutting, the best man’s toast, and then toasted the couple with a glass of punch. I watched Gabe walk over to the gift table and drop cash into the ice bucket that had been set up for the purpose.

Gabe and I walked arm in arm, up and down the streets of St. Augustine. We stopped at this bar and that club, sampling food and wine, in the cool November air near the sea. He told me he loved me for the thousandth time under the stars. We walked for hours, talking about our future together. I could call it the perfect end to our night, but it wasn’t yet.

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We got back to the hotel room after midnight and the street outside was quiet. The wedding guests and revelers had gone on to their own little private honeymoons, just as we were. The DJ gave us a wink as he closed the back of his van.

Gabe turned the lights on as we stepped into the room. I walked to the dresser to take off my earrings when Gabe stopped me. He smiled and nodded toward the window. The windows were a faux-vertical-split design, nearly floor to ceiling. On the outside was a short iron basket that held potted flowers. It did nothing to block the view we had.

Directly across the street in the hotel window facing ours, stood a beautiful dark-haired woman. She wore a white bustier, garter belt, and stockings. Her head was thrown back as she enjoyed the attention of the young man on his knees before her. Her hands were entwined in the man’s dark hair. The white lingerie looked amazing against her caramel skin.

I heard Gabe’s voice low in my ear. “It seems the honeymoon has begun.”

I gasped as the woman’s face came into view as she looked down at her beloved. “It is them!” I was about to say to Gabe that we should turn off the lights so they wouldn’t see us when the bride looked up and our eyes met. My breath caught in my throat. She wasn’t surprised. She smiled right at me and started to undulate her hips, grinding her pussy on her bridegroom’s handsome face.

“Oh my God, … she wants us to see.”

“So, let’s help them make the night memorable,” Gabe breathed into my neck. I felt his hands on the back of my dress as he pulled the zipper down slowly. He kissed my neck and I felt myself relax in his arms. His hands came around me and groped at my tits, and I felt my pussy flood with wetness. I saw the bride smile in appreciation of what he was doing. I hardly noticed as my dress slid to the floor. Suddenly my breasts were free, and Gabe’s hands were full of them. He squeezed and played with my nipples in just the way he knows drives me wild. “Oh Gabe, what are we doing?” I whispered as if the bride and groom could hear us.

“You want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear. My sense of courtesy, of privacy, said yes, but when the beautiful bride grinned at me again, I knew I didn’t.

Suddenly the bride took her man by his face tightly, and guided him to his feet, and they kissed wildly. Her hips swayed erotically, and I could see her juices glisten on his face. When she sank to her knees she turned him, purposely giving us a right-angle view of them as she opened his trousers and pulled down his boxers. The groom was tall and handsome, and he looked lovingly down at his new bride as she opened her mouth and took his hard cock deep into her mouth.

“Oh Jesus,” I whispered. I felt Gabe’s hands as they slid down my body, easing my panties off my hips. The young groom looked across at us deliberately and smiled when he saw my naked body. Gabe was not the first man to show someone my naked body, but never with this measure of safety, where I could say no if I wanted to. I lifted my hands to my breasts and squeezed them both tightly, enjoying the perfect amount of pain. The young man grinned excitedly and spoke down to his bride.