I'm at that weird age where my friends are getting married and having kids while I'm just getting fucked at weddings

It's weird. I'm a professional, I am in a healthy relationship. I am where I'd thought I'd be but when I look at my friends, they are now getting married, getting engaged, having kids. I am not ready for that yet and luckily my boyfriend isn't either. We are long distance now and have recently started to open up our relationship again.

I was asked to be a bridesmaid for one of my friend's weddings. My boyfriend couldn't make it so I flew solo. It meant a very very hectic and stressful day for all of us but I'd do anything for her so I was very happy to do it. But by the time it was the ceremony, I was exhausted. I was helping manage guests and to keep track of who was coming in when I saw an old friend from university show up. There was never a spark between us just to be clear but I don't know if it was the magic of weddings and my exhaustion but when we made eye contact, something triggered. He was attractive, dressed really well and we had a very brief but flirty encounter. It was hard to describe but I thought damn, you have my attention now.

What was worse was throughout the ceremony, we just kept making eye contact. It was not just subtle, it felt like we were trying to communicate with our eyes and whether I saw him staring at my dress or just looking at me, there was something. At first, we'd look and then glance away but then we'd look longer, the smile lingered.

During the wedding, everybody talked about getting engaged, getting married, who was expecting. People asked if we were looking to get engaged soon. I said no and wanted to find my escape. Funny enough, my escape was him. We started drinking, had fun conversations. When dinner ended, we just found each other again.

Next thing I knew, I told him that I had keys to the room upstairs where we got ready. He didn't need much convincing and within a few minutes, his cock was in my mouth. Clothes remained on and I did my best to swallow everything because I wasn't going to risk having him stain his clothes or mine. I started to reapply my lip gloss and clean myself up and there he was, kissing my neck, wanting more.

I ended up staying in his hotel room that night and had a fun and eventful night. The hangover was rough and I still remember having to rush out to get to my room, grab my thing and catch my flight. Luckily, nobody caught on and it's made a very good memory.