Seanday: The Honey Pot, pt 6 (of 7)

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I walked into the storeroom. On the table was an identical suit to the one Mark was wearing. The girl; I now knew as Jill was holding out a white shirt. "Try this on for size," she told me. I pushed each arm inside as she held it up, and then pulled it over my shoulders. I turned around and she started to button it up. "It's tailored, so should be a snug, close fit around your middle."

Smiling I pushed all of Grant's confidence to the fore. "You're a beautiful woman, stunning. My friend's talking to his fiancée. I'd like to find out if you're a snug close fit around my middle." I rolled my shoulders tightening the shirt across my chest.

Her eyes widened, as if a wish had been granted. She said nothing, but pushed the suit aside hopping onto the table. "You sure your friend won't come to find you?" She asked pulling at her panties. I shook my head as I pulled at my underwear, freeing my hardening dick.

Leaning across her, I kissed her gently, then more deeply, slowly laying her to the table. Unbuttoning her blouse, I eased my hands inside and freed her breasts and sensuously massaging them. She murmured something between kissing, but it made no sense. I reached down and took my dick. From memories I knew it to be about eight inches, but it was thick. Even as I touched it I was surprised at its weight as I'd never had the opportunity to experience it hard. She let out a gasp as I pushed in deep, the fit more than snug--tight, almost restrictive. Pulling back, I paused and pushed again--a little harder. Each time I ploughed deeper, the louder she moaned. I was pacing the rhythm and she was keeping up. The tightness, warmth and dampness only made me want more. Beads of sweat began to pepper my forehead as the pace slowed, but each stroke only became more purposeful, and the harder she pushed back. I felt my butt clench, my abs tighten and with a lingering growl I pumped five loads into her. We both paused, catching our breaths. Bracing myself against the table I pushed myself up, unceremoniously pulling myself clear. The shirt clung to my torso, damp with sweat and sticking to my back. I unbuttoned it, and peeled it off as Jill eased herself off the table. Her long hair was tangled, and she tried to fix it--unsuccessfully. Her attention turned to her clothes, she pulled at her panties fixing them in place as best she could. I handed her the shirt. "Sorry, hope that's not the only one," I asked. "Have you got any--," I gestured to my groin and she pointed at a box of tissues.

"That's our only shirt in that size, but I can have it cleaned by the time you need to pick it up next week."
I thanked her, and cleaned myself before pulling my underwear back over my spent appendage. I returned to the suit, pulling on the pants and waistcoat. The tapered fit perfectly accentuated my physique. I followed her back to the shop front, and found Mark back in his t-shirt and shorts. "Suit looks good on you, but couldn't you find a shirt?" he asked me.

"I had a shirt, but it needed a clean."

Mark looked between me and Jill. "Uh-huh, OK. Well, we'd better get going I'm sure this young lady would like to go home?" She said nothing as I returned the suit to her and pulled on Grant's t-shirt and shorts. "So we're all set to collect them next week?"

"Yes, and I'll make sure that shirt is cleaned for you Grant," she replied grinning at me. I waved, and we left for the hotel.

"Told you she was hot for it," Mark chuckled as I drove back.

"Begging for it," I added. "You're right about Grant's dick it's not as long as mine, but its thick."

I showered again, mainly due to Grant's nagging voice in my head, before having dinner and settling down in the bar again. This time the discussion was about Mark's move to the west-coast, and his new business venture with Grant.

After another late night and a shared bed, the time had come to leave. I'd showered one last time with Mark, and dressed in some sand coloured straight leg pants, white vest and plaid shirt. I laid on the bed and after a moment pulled out of him. I gave Mark a hug, and thanked him for the invite--he looked sad as well, but promised he'd be in touch and he'd look forward to seeing me at the wedding.

On the day of the wedding, I was both anxious and excited. I met Grant again, only this time officially. He was just as much a gentleman as when I played him--maybe more. I'd met Jill at the suit rental a few days earlier, but hadn't been able to swing the same response as I did while in Grant. Becky pulled at my jacket and kissed my cheek telling how I looked like a real lady-killer. I smirked nervously keeping true to Daniel's character, but the request for a dance and the blushes from the bridesmaids suggested that Grant had some competition.

In the evening the guests returned to the small hotel that the wedding couple had hired, where the celebrations continued. I considered jumping Grant again, but I was really enjoying myself--well just as me, or Daniel to be factual.

After much drinking and dancing into the early morning, Grant announced that the bride and groom would be retiring to well--'make babies' as he put it. With a cheer, we waved them off. An hour or so later the rest of the guests left to find their own rooms.

I was lying on my bed, maybe for only half an hour when I heard a quiet tapping at the door. I opened it, somehow hoping it was one of the busty bridesmaids but I was surprised to see it was Becky wrapped in a hotel robe. "You've got to help me. Its Mark."

"Why? What's wrong," I asked, a little worried.

"I can't tell you here," she replied as she pulled me down the corridor, inside the wedding suite, and closed the door behind me. "Look, look at him."

Mark was still dressed, laying on the bed facing the ceiling. I looked closer, his eyes were open but glassy, his face void of expression. I turned to look at Becky not knowing what to say, but her face answered my questions--she was smiling wide and her eyes were bright. "Do you think you can fix him?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

--- END OF PART SIX