Blame it on the Wedding Dress Chapter 2

I sat down and my sisters Linda and Nelly took place across me. The place at my side was reserved for Sylvia. My sisters were chatting loudly and excited. As usual at such occasions, they did not take notice of me.

When it got quieter and most of the guests including the bridal pair had taken seat, Sylvia appeared.

"Oh, Katie took care of reserving a special place for me", she said, flattened the skirt of her beautiful satin dress and took place at my right side.

"How did you experience the wedding until now?" she asked and looked down into my lap. "Enough well-dressed ladies present to keep him stiff?" Her finger pointed to my middle.

I blushed a bit and feared that my sisters across the table may have heard Sylvia's comment but I regained my poise and replied: "With you on my side, Miss Sylvia, there is no need for other ladies."

"Stop that flattery!" she answered quickly and as loud as my sisters interrupted their chat for a moment. And when Sylvia continued quieter they continued to chat as well. "You don't have to ensnare me. Katie has you in your hand, and I will lend her my hands as well to teach you a lesson that you don't forget."

"Sorry, Miss Sylvia", I answered but instead of increasing my worries, Sylvia's words made me even hotter.

The waiters and waitresses started serving the first of the menu. While I was watching the guys and ladies dressed in black and white working, I felt a hand on my lap. Instinctively, I looked right, but Sylvia looked around as well. But her hand was touching me.

My penis could not do anything else than becoming stiff. Sylvia felt it and her hand started working more intensively. She still wore the black gloves but her fingers appeared to be very agile. They moved underneath my dark red satin sash and opened the zipper of my trousers. Seconds later the hands were inside my trousers.

My face reddened a bit more. Obviously nobody took notice if what was going on below our table in the last row.