The Wedding Invitation Pt. 01

The Wedding Invitation. Part 1

It had to be the hottest day of Summer so far and I dreaded the ride home on the train as I walked from my office to the station. The train would be packed and there will be standing room only and the air will be thick with the sweaty odour of my fellow travellers. The only consolation was that in 20 minutes, I would be sitting naked on the back patio of my home, sipping an icy cold beer.

My house was my haven. I moved in just over a year ago, after leaving home and accepting a position with a PR firm about an hour away from my parent’s house. This was my first job out of high school and I was loving it. The work was challenging but interesting and the pay was exceptional.

Life was good, I thought to myself as the train pulled into my station and I ventured into the blazing Sun for the five minute walk to my little sanctuary. Opening the door, a cool blast of air welcomed me. I dropped my bag and strolled to my bedroom, kicking off my shoes as I did so. Then off with the blouse and the dreaded bra. How I hated wearing them, but with 36D breasts, I did need the support and I was pretty sure my employer would prefer that I keep the girls contained in what is a fairly formal work environment. Off with my skirt and panties and I was soon in my preferred state of dress, naked.

I took the opportunity to check myself out in the full length mirror. I liked what I saw. I stood 5’10 tall and came in at about 150lbs. I was curvy, my waist narrowed from my ample bosom and flared out again to what my mother had once described, to my then horror, as child bearing hips. I loved being naked and my preferred beach only 15 minutes away, was a nudist one and I spent as much time there as possible. My tan was deep and golden and overall, without, what I consider, unsightly tan lines.

Heading to the fridge, I grabbed a beer and strolled out to the covered patio area to check my emails.

Ahhh, what is this then…WEDDING INVITATION. I opened the email.

Michelle Moore and Rob Oates would be thrilled if you can join them on the joyous occasion of their upcoming nuptials……blah…blah…blah.

Well well well, I thought to myself, my cousin Michelle is finally tying the knot with Rob, her boyfriend of hmmm, how long would it be, over 4 years surely. I was pleased to hear this. I was very fond of them both and it was about time I thought. Michelle’s mother and my mother are sisters and growing up, I spent a lot of time at Michelle’s parents’ farm. Michelle treated me as the little sister that she never had as her siblings were two younger brothers. It was idyllic there, riding horses over the expansive property and feeding the animals, collecting eggs from the chooks and lazing around the swimming pool after a hard day’s work.

This would be where I got my love of nudity, because costumes were not required in the pool and the whole family had a healthy, sensible approach to nudism.

I was very much looking forward to attending so sent of my acceptance immediately, then got on the phone to mum.

“G’day Julie!” mum answered breezily, “how are you going?”

” I’m fine mum, enjoying a beer, been a stinker, hasn’t it?” I replied as I took another gulp of the refreshing amber liquid.

“It sure has honey,” mum replied, “I’m having a drink myself. First thing I did when I got home from work.”

“Me too mum, well second thing actually, first thing was to get out of that hot work outfit,” I admitted.

“Oh did you now?” mum replied with a knowing inflection to her voice.

I left mum hanging.

“Hey mum, did you get an email about Michelle’s wedding?” I asked.

“Yes darling I did, It’s about time isn’t it. Are you going?” mum enquired.

“Oh for sure, and I was thinking you, dad and me should share some accommodation. I thought we would make a long weekend of it, going up Friday and coming home Monday, what do you reckon?”

“Excellent idea Julie!” mum replied enthusiastically.

“Good, then leave it to me, I’ll book something and get back to you.” I said.

We chatted for a while then said our goodbyes.

I closed my eyes and began to plan the trip in my head. I would go on Air BnB and find a house, two bedrooms and definitely one with a pool. That would be my task, but at the moment, I was feeling mellow from the beer.

I ran my hand over my left breast and my nipple responded accordingly. My nipples had always been super sensitive and I loved playing with them. They grew to an impressive size to my touch as I tweaked them between my thumb and fingers. I felt a pleasant, warm, fuzzy feeling growing in my pussy as I spread my legs and a gentle breeze wafted over me.

My fingers found their way to my clit and I rubbed it gently, it growing in size as it reacted to my touch.

I parted my labia and inserted one then two fingers into my steaming cunt. My juices were flowing freely as I firmly rubbed the ribbed upper side of my vagina. I slowed the pace of my stroking, wanting to delay the inevitable orgasm that was building deep inside me.

My pussy was awash; and I knew that I was about to squirt all over my seat as I was about to unleash a shattering climax. My breathing shortened as I tensed my whole body, then instantly relaxed as the orgasm caused through me, soaking me in cum. I fell back in my seat and allowed the majestic feeling to envelop me, lost in time in the passion. I sat silently, my breath shallow as my post coital body returned to normal.

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I had been very busy at work and the weeks had passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was the week of the wedding. I had made all the appropriate arrangements. I had found a little 2 bedroom cottage that had the mandatory swimming pool. I had arranged for mum and dad to pick me up on the way through and there would be another 2 hours drive to get to the town of the wedding and our accommodation for the four days. I was super thrilled.

That Friday morning, I waited patiently for mum and dad to arrive to start our little holiday. Soon though, dad’s familiar BMW pulled up out front and I rushed out with my bags to greet them.

“Hi baby, so good to see you,” enthused dad as her jumped out of the car to give me a big hug.

I loved my dad so much. He was always there for me, whenever, wherever I needed something, dad could be relied upon. There is nothing that he would not do for me and by the same token, nothing that I would not do for him. He was tall and strong and handsome, witty and charming. If I ever found a husband half as good as him, I would be a lucky girl indeed.

We loaded my bags into the car and we were on our way.

The trip was an easy one, not much traffic and soon we were pulling into town. We headed to the supermarket to get some food and the bottle shop to stock up on alcohol. The weather was still very hot and as we all liked a drink, we made sure that we had ample supplies of grog.

It was not far to our lodgings and we turned a corner to see this cute period home, tastefully painted in soft pastel colours, with a beautifully manicured garden and shaded with ghostly gum trees.

We made our way inside and it was equally impressive. I was anxious to see the pool. Glass windows opened onto a covered pergola; a paved courtyard gave way to a sparkling pool. The yard was not particularly big, but importantly, it was very private, hedges affording an effective screen between us and the neighbours. I was very pleased with my selection.

We grabbed our respective bedrooms and started to unpack. If there was one drawback to our little cottage, it was that there was only the one bathroom. This should not be too much of an issue for such a short stay and I have to admit that I am not the sort of girl who spends hours doing her make up and getting ready.

“Adrian, how about getting us a beer as we settle in?” mum suggested.

“Coming up,” dad responded enthusiastically as he bounded to the fridge.

I could feel this was going to be a fun, relaxing break, with the alcohol flowing freely.

Beer in hand, I put my gear away. I changed out of my travel clothes and made myself as comfortable as possible. I settled for a long t-shirt and panties, no bra of course. I made my way out to the living room and sat on the very comfortable lounge.

Soon, mum and dad appeared. Both had changed, mum was wearing a light cotton sundress with thin spaghetti straps. No need for a bra for her either it seemed. Dad had opted for a pair of shorts only; he looked so handsome, his bare chest just lightly dappled with wisps of grey hair. The shorts were loose and full and it struck me that he may not have been wearing underwear.

They sat on the lounge opposite me. We said nothing for a while as the process of unwinding enveloped us. I had an overwhelming feeling of love and joy at this particular moment, in the knowledge that I was going to spend some quality time with my beloved mum and dad. We are so comfortable in each other’s presence, and I knew that four days of fun and laughter lay ahead of us.

One beer down and another beckoned, Dad went to the fridge again and I watched him intently as he returned. I was now certain that he was going commando as his penis swung freely as he walked. It had seemingly grown a little as he was sitting chatting and its outline was clearly evident. A little surge of excitement ran through my body.

Although it was reasonably cool inside the house, it was now mid afternoon and the temperature had reached its peak.

“I’m going for a swim,” I volunteered, “who is joining me?”

Two hands shot up.

We went to our rooms to change. How I would have loved to have swum nude, but I did not have the courage to do that in front of mum and dad. Best that I could do was wear the one and only bikini that I owned. It was as skimpy as legally allowed and I did feel a little naughty wearing it in front of dad as it left little to the imagination. The top barely covered by breasts, and I had to arrange it such that my nipples were not protruding. The bottom was a high cut g-string and the front was a mere sliver of material, that clearly indicated that I was in the practice of shaving my pubic hair.