Kismet

Kismet
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Janelle ran through the arbor with Adrian following close behind. Her white patent Mary Jane shoes were covered with dust along with the hem of her flower girl dress. Adrian’s shirt tail was half in and half out. His tie was askew, while his cheeks were as red as the arbor’s roses. His smile was ear to ear as he chased the little girl around the columns. It was the most fun they’d had all day. Their laughter filled the arbor, but went unnoticed by wedding guests enjoying the reception.

Janelle slipped around one of the columns, she was going to wait until the little boy got close then she’d catch him by surprise. Adrian slowed down. He knew exactly which column Janelle had slipped behind, her frilly skirt poked out one side while she tried to peek around the other side of the column. She’s a lousy hider. He nonchalantly walked past the column where Janelle was standing. Quickly turned around and planted a kiss right on her mouth, then took off with the speed of light, laughing all the way back the rest of the bridal party.

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Sara was beautiful in her wedding dress. Janelle excused herself from the bride’s chambers to answer the knock at the door. The impeccably dressed best man stood with a gift box in his hand. “Oh, for me?” Janelle quipped.

Adrian laughed, “Not this time. Sam sent it for Sara. Do you know how many stores we had to go to last night after the rehearsal dinner to find this bracelet?” He shook his head, “I can’t believe he didn’t think about a wedding gift. No wait, I can. It’s Sam after all.” He nervously laughed and handed the box to Janelle.

“I’ll make sure she gets it, today even.” Janelle smiled, winked and turned to go back to her Maid of Honor duties.

“Hey, uh Janelle?”

“Yes?” She turned back to face Adrian.

“You really look great. Sara must have picked her colors to match your eyes.” Oh my god, I said that out loud. What the heck am I thinking? Adrian blushed, looking at his shoes he mumbled, “Well, I guess I better get back to my best man stuff. Sam’s a lucky guy.”

“So is Sara. See you in a little bit.”

The wedding party was lined up. The wedding director started sending the bridal party along the arbor path toward the dais.

Sparks of memories long forgotten flashed in Janelle’s mind. She smiled as she walked in her special spot in front of the bride. She remembered scattering flower petals under the arbor in her pretty white dress, white frilly socks, and white patent shoes. It seemed like ages ago.

She reached the end of the arbor and saw Sam, Adrian and the rest of the groom’s men waiting on the dais. She turned and looked at Sara walking with her father. That’s where that little boy kissed me. I knew I recognized this place.

Sam smiled as Janelle stepped up on the dais to take her spot, but his smile wasn’t for her. His bride had reached the end of the arbor. He literally beamed watching her walk down the aisle and up to stand beside him.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. The groom remembered his vows while the bride cried through hers. The ring bearer actually handed the pillow to the minister. Every detail that had been screwed up in the rehearsal, turned out perfectly during the ceremony.

With the newlywed’s first kiss, Janelle pictured a little boy throwing the pillow the minister at another wedding. The memory made her smile.

Adrian stepped forward and offered his arm. He noticed the faraway look on Janelle’s face and cleared his throat to bring her back to the present. All of the other members of the wedding party had left the dais. It was their turn to rejoin the bride and groom for the first congratulations and more pictures.

“What were you thinking? You looked like you were miles away.” Adrian asked as they were walking back down the aisle.

Janelle smiled, “I was remembering another wedding. My mom’s aunt and uncle got married here. I was a flower girl in their wedding. Sara and Sam were lucky that their ring bearer didn’t throw the pillow at the priest.”

Adrian looked at Janelle, “Huh?”

“I’ll tell you about it later. We have duties to take care of, and thousands of smiles to finish up all the pictures that Sara wants.”

The bridal party smiled and watched all of the pretty blue dots floating before their eyes, as the photographers snapped merrily away. Every chance he got, Adrian studied Janelle’s face. He’d thought she had looked familiar when they met at the rehearsal, but couldn’t think of anywhere that they would have met. Could she be the flower girl at Thomas’s wedding? They got married here. What was it, fifteen years ago maybe?

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The reception was held in the huge gardens under sparkling white tents. The cocktail hour, the dinner hours, the dancing hours all delighted the guests. It was truly the perfect wedding day for Sara and Sam, after throwing the bouquet the couple left and the party slowly started to wind down.

Adrian and Janelle helped Sam’s parents gather and pack up the wedding gifts before they left. As they drove off, Janelle sighed, “Well, that’s done. I’m beat. It was nice meeting you Adrian.”

“You never finished the story about the ring bearer.”

“Oh, you don’t care about that.”

“No, I’d really like to know. Come on, the sun will be up in a little bit, I know the perfect spot to watch and you can finish the story.” He took her hand, and they slowly walked under the twinkling light lit arbor.

“This is a beautiful venue, even at night. They’ve made the most of this old estate.”

“My big brother got married here. I was ring bearer at his wedding. I threw the pillow at Uncle George, the priest. After the wedding, the flower girl and I were playing tag, right here, under this very arbor. She had the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. You know, I managed to sneak up on her and give her a kiss before my mom started yelling for me.”

Janelle stopped and looked at Adrian. “You? My great-uncle is your big brother?” Her face lightened, she smiled and softly touched his face. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Her fingers were cold on his face. Suddenly aware that she was still in a flimsy dress, he took off his tux jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. “You’re freezing, we should go inside.”

“No, I’m fine. Let’s go to that spot, the sunrise should be glorious this morning. I think I remember the way. There’s a gazebo and benches, right?”

Adrian nodded, “You’re sure you’re warm enough?” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled closer, wrapping her arm around his waist.

They sat in the gazebo talking about their first wedding, trying to figure out what their relationship would be, if her great-aunt married his big brother. What degree of separation was that? They talked about the chasing games under the arbor and their first kiss. They talked their meeting again, at another wedding. Was it kismet?

The sunrise was glorious. The twinkling stars and darkness bloomed into deep, rich indigo then violet and finally to beautiful red glowing clouds before the sun crested over the city below.

“The photographer needs to be here now. This is such a beautiful morning.”

Janelle looked over at Adrian; he gently touched her cheek and drew her closer. Their lips met once again, not like their first kiss. Passion bloomed as the sun rose in the distance. “The sunrise has nothing on you. You are so beautiful.” He leaned in and kissed her again. His tongue slid easily across the slight opening of her lips. Their tongues danced as the birds serenaded them. His hand slid up her thigh, over the smooth silk of her gown. Her heat radiated through the thin fabric. Adrian pulled Janelle closer. He loved the way she felt in his arms. For every move he made, she responded in kind. The fluidity of their touches and kisses fueled their passion. The morning music from the local birds was interrupted by laugher in the distance. Huskily he whispered, “Let’s go back to the estate. The grounds crew will be out to finish cleaning up from the party. We don’t need to give them another show, last night’s party was enough, don’t you think?”

“Oh, yeah,” she sighed. She didn’t want to lose the moment, but she knew Adrian was right.

He stood, offered Janelle his hand. He wrapped his arm around her petite frame. She fit perfectly snuggled up to his side. Visions of Janelle walking towards him standing on the dais filled his imagination while visions of Adrian straddled under her with his cock deep in her filled Janelle’s on their walk under the arbor. His touch was magical. His kiss was divine. She wanted him so badly.

They stopped outside her door. She slid the key in the lock, the green light lit and he opened the door for her. She stepped inside, catching her finger in the front of his pants pulling him in her room. Adrian just grinned, hooking the “Do not disturb” sign on the knob as he closed the door behind them.

She wasted no time, sliding the side zipper down on her dress. She turned to face him as it dropped to the floor. She stood before him in her pale blue panties and blue sandals. She slid out of the sandals and slowly walked over to Adrian, her blue eyes filled with desire.

Adrian flashed back to chasing a little girl under the arbor. What a beauty you’ve grown up to be, and you want me. With every step she took, he felt himself stir. His well fitting tux was way too tight. She confidently grabbed the studs, and had them flipping all over the floor. Her hand roamed all over his chiseled chest, she sheepishly grinned at him as his nipples hardened with her touch. He reached to touch her, she turned and walked away. Shaking her head, whispering, “No, not yet.”

He held up his hands by his side, “Alright, we can play this game.”

She smiled and walked back in front of him, her breasts swinging as seductively as the sway of her hips. He made no move toward her, whatever she had in mind he was up for the challenge. She would see how ‘up’ he was once his pants were gone or maybe she could see now how his member was straining against the zipper of his trousers. She unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor.

“May I take off my shoes?”

She grinned and nodded as she backed up one step. Her eyes sparkled in the morning light drifting through the wispy sheers.

He slipped off the shoes and stepped toward her. She stood still allowing him to come back within her reach. He lifted his arms again.

Her hands provided his next enticement. She slid her fingers into his shorts, hooking the elastic around them, pulling them down as she kneeled before him. Released from its prison, his member popped up in front of her face.

He stood still, dreaming of possible scenarios. A beautiful woman kneeled in front of him with his cock less than an inch from her face. Her luscious lips and tongue had fascinated him earlier. He didn’t want her to stop, but he wanted to run his fingers through her hair. If I move will she step away again? He lowered his hands as her lips kissed the glistening tip. Her tongue traced the slit. He gently guided her, awakening his deepest desires, losing himself in the sheer pleasure of the moment. Her fingers dug into his cheeks. His heart was pounding and his knees quivered as the ecstasy of his release filled her. Standing before him she plunged her tongue laced with his seed into his mouth. Her sweet mouth, his nectar intertwined in their kisses, Adrian felt a new heat begin to grow.

He took his time pleasuring Janelle. He teased her senses, making her beg for more, and then making him beg to stop. Their passion consumed them, leading them to higher and higher peaks that neither knew they could ever reach.

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Sara opened the door to the bridal chamber, her husband Sam was standing there with a little blue box. “Well I know you didn’t go shopping with Adrian last night. He must have bought her gift earlier.” She winked knowing her husband’s lack of shopping abilities.

Sam kissed her gently, “I know, I forgot. See you at the wedding.”He kissed her once again before he left for the dais.

Adrian, Sam and Sara stood on the dais looking toward the arbor. Adrian caught a glimpse of Janelle by the column where he’d first kissed her so long ago. He smiled, that’s my bride. I’m going to spend the rest of my life with that wonderful woman.

Adrian’s uncle, Father George stood behind him, “Last chance to duck out, kiddo.”

Adrian’s eyes never left Janelle, “No way, man, no way. I’ve been chasing that woman all of my life. I’m not letting her go now. It’s kismet, Uncle George, kismet.”


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Prompt: Picture-Using the scene pictured above, create a sensual story or poem that invokes passion and romance in your couple. It can be anything from a late night fling to a beautiful wedding.