Catering to her needs

My only daughter was getting married in just three hours. My husband and I are delighted that she chose to marry at home in a small but dignified ceremony. My bath behind me, my husband and daughter sneaking naps, I came downstairs in only a dressing gown to survey the completed preparations. Everything looked beautiful and in order.

I thought I heard a sound in our walk-in pantry just off the kitchen and went to investigate.
The young caterer that we hired was putting away a few of the supplies she would need later when serving. When I say young, I mean 27 years old and running her own business. I'm a firm believer of supporting small businesses operated by women. I,myself, was one of them. This young woman, on top of being well-spoken of by clients, was stunningly beautiful. She had milk white skin, thick, curly red-orange curls to her shoulders, and naturally full red lips.

She was wearing the uniform of her staff-black tuxedo pants with suspenders, and snow white long-sleeved shirt. In that man's attire, it was still easy to make out her womanly curves. "I heard a noise," I said as I approached her. "I'm sorry, Mrs. St. John. I thought you went upstairs." She smiled. "I'm just down for a last look around before I start dressing. Everything is beautiful, by the way. "I'm all done for the moment, ma'am. Are you okay? You look a little tense. I give great messages. Sit down here," she said pulling out a chair.

"Well... "It's okay, Mrs. St. John. I'm very good at this. I'll have you purring in no time," she said easing me down. She stood behind rubbing the tension from my shoulders and neck. It felt wonderful. My head dropped back touching her belt. She kept rubbing until I realized her hands had slipped into my robe and were messaging my breasts.

"Shhh," she said quietly. "I'm very good at this, too. By the way, I saw your daughter this morning. She is gorgeous. She is so much like you, the two of you could be sisters," she crooned as she rubbed my globes and squeezed my nipples.

My pussy was beginning to get a little juicy as I realized what this could lead to. Did I really want it? "How are you feeling, Mrs. St. John? Better? Are you becoming excited? Do you like what I'm doing? I can do much more. Would you like me to? "Well, Laurel, I am a little turned on, but I've never...you know. And time is important here. You'll have to be good and quick." She walked from the back of my chair and got down on her knees before me.

Taking my head and pulling it forward to her, she kissed me like I had never been kissed in my entire life. There was erect tongue everywhere, filling my mouth, pushing for more space, lips pulling and releasing lips, teeth bumping, saliva dripping. She pulled the sash and parted my gown. She sucked each of my breasts as she spread my legs. I was wet, hot and ready when her lips found me.

Laurel sucked on my clit until I released. She was definitely good at this. She then expertly fucked my pussy with her tongue. I muffled a scream with one fist while holding on to her hair with the other. My tension was further relieved with the two orgasms. The wedding ceremony went off beautifully. My pussy tingled as I watched Laurel as she served and I mingled among my guests. I was chatting with my brother and his wife when she came up behind me and whispered in my ear.

"I need you in the pantry ma'am. Now, please. " I excused my self and followed her to see what the problem was. She eased the door shut, put her hand under my dress, inside my pantyhose and cupped my pussy. I was on fire with her touch. "You are so beautiful out there. I'm so hungry again, Mrs. St. John," she said directly into my eyes. "I need your pussy in my mouth right now."

I wanted it as much as she did. I pulled my dress up as she lowered my pantyhose. The doorknob pressed in my back as Laurel took my pussy again. I simply loved the sight of that red hair between my legs. Cumming again was very easy and very exquisite. Laurel sucked me until she was sated, cleaning the juice from me. She eased by hose back up, kissing on the journey up. I straightened my dress as I watched her shake out her curls and lick her lips. Not wanting to disturb the lipstick of the mother of the bride, Laurel pulled the top of my dress to one side, took a breast from by push-up bra and feasted on it.

I went back to our guests with a well-eaten pussy, a throbbing breast and a great big smile. I will definitely use this girl for my next social function. "If you want do anything worthwhile today, 'do it' with a woman."