Naked, warmly excited, she took her place in the leopard-skin easy chair and stretched out, planting her heels up on the padded footstool. The warm chamber air licked across her parted cuntlips. In the bridal chamber, the young bridegroom was locking the door of the suite. Jessica reached over to the table beside her chair and switched on the private intercom which would allow her to hear any, sounds in the bridal suite.
"I can't believe this is happening," the young bride said. She wore a light-blue dress.
Her brunette hair hung to her shoulders.
The bridegroom, fingers trembling, was unbuttoning his pin-striped shirt. His dark trousers were tented at the groin. He was a handsome youth, with dark hair covering his ears, wide shoulders, and a tight little ass.
"Let's get undressed," he said, his voice hardly above a whisper.
The girl's complexion flushed crimson. "Oh, Billy, can't we wait awhile? It's still light out. Why don't we watch the sunset before we…" Her voice trailed off. She turned and looked out the large picture window at the sun dropping toward the mountain peaks across the lake.
The boy got his shirt off, pulling the sleeves inside out and letting it drop where he stood.
"Beautiful stud!" Jessica whispered. "Such lithe, finely chiseled young muscles. Mmm, baby!"
The boy stretched, arching his back, nearly touching the ceiling with his large hands. Every muscle in his lean torso stretched tightly.