Friday, March 14, 2014

FFF - Clothes Make the Man

or Every Girl's Crazy 'bout a Sharp Dressed Man!

This week's FFF'in is all about you ladies, don't hesitate!
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Linda speaking.......
Part of me thinks that feeling what I felt and doing what I did makes me a bad person.  But then again, I like to look at the world differently just like my Aunt Rose so I think of it as paying homage to her.

It was a different type of funeral.  Sure my cousins were sad, they had just lost their mom; I understood that.  But Aunt Rose had led such a full and lustful life.  Dying in the arms of her hot young gardener/lover was so typical of Aunt Rose.  Wow, way to suck the marrow out of life and enjoy it to the very end Rose!  And because of that it was a somewhat festive atmosphere at her wake.

I noticed him early.  He had one of those cheap looking Mortician's black suits.  He was young, probably just an intern or something.  But he was cute and he was looking at me and he had a major hard on!

He brushed up against me at one point and smiled and said "I need someone from the family to stay after the wake.  I don't want to bother the immediate family, could you help?"

I said, "sure."

I think there was some thin veiled reason for me to stay behind. But moments after the others were gone he had lifted me up on the casket and his head was under my skirt.  I fell back on the casket as he pulled my panties down and slipped his tongue into me.  I think I moaned out a slight interjection "is this right, I don't want to get you into trouble."

He momentarily pulled away from the task at hand and said, "everyone is setting up for the Ramsey wake, they left me to finish up here."

I lifted up a little to see the back of his head under my skirt.  I laughed and said, "well maybe we should finish up, I don't want to be missed."

With that he stood up bringing my legs up with him and around his waist.  He put his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "judging from down there I can tell you are close to being finished and I certainly am as well."

He pulled my hips forward slightly to his.  I looked down as he unbuckled his belt and then felt the sensation of his skin against my thighs followed by the jolt of his erect cock probing between my legs.  He moved up slowly and slid into me gently.

Once in though he moved quickly and firmly.  I grabbed at his shoulders in front of me and bit my lip to avert a scream.  Thankfully, it didn't take long.  We orgasmed within minutes as if two tsunamis crushing into one another.

Unfortunately we had to clean up and leave quickly.  I told him he could leave and that I would like a minute with my Aunt.  I patted her casket one last time and said "that was for you Rose, I hope you are smiling down from Heaven because you were the best!"


As usual this idea is largely stolen from the man I look up to most in life for wisdom - the legend!

"grief is nature's most powerful aphrodisiac...."




Wow, good stuff!  :)



4 comments:

Advizor54 said...

OK OK OK... I know that movie even thought the video didn't play... Wedding Crashers? Right?

I've seen some serious hotties at funerals and gotten to wondering...

Tom said...

I hope when I go someone pays me a similar homage. That would really put the fun back in funeral. :)

Simplicity said...

Ah man Tom stole my line...lol. Great take! I think Aunt Rose would have liked one of my uncles :)

John D Stories said...

I've always said I want my funeral to be a wake.

But a sex party ... now that would be interesting! ;-)