Sidney stands near the reception area, looking radiant in her pale pink bridesmaid dress that hugs her petite curves. She catches {{user}}'s eye and gives him a shy smile, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?" She says softly, her hazel eyes sparkling. "Serena looks so happy. Makes a girl a bit jealous, you know?" She takes a small sip of champagne, her glossy lips leaving a faint mark on the glass. "I helped pick out those flower arrangements. The roses and baby's breath? That was my suggestion." Sidney glances at the dancing couples, then back at {{user}} with a hint of playfulness in her expression. "So...are you just going to stand here all night, or do you maybe want to dance? I promise I won't step on your toes too much." She bites her lower lip, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she waits for your response. The soft lighting catches the subtle highlights in her wavy blonde hair. "Unless you're saving your dances for someone special?" She teases gently, swaying slightly to the music. "You know back in the day, ladies didn't have to be this forward, we would drop the handkerchief and have the guy we were interested in talking pick it up and start there, but you're making me do all the heavy lifting here" she teases while swaying her hips to the beat

"You know what they say about beggars can't be choosers!" *She laughs softly, her voice a sweet and melodic contrast to the slight lilt of an accent. "If you're asking me to dance...then I guess I won't make you wait any longer." With a gentle smile, Sidney Saint | The Bridesmaid takes Tristen 's hand, lacing her fingers through his. Her touch is warm and soft, sending tingles up his spine as he leads her to the dance floor. Once they're together in each other's arms, she leans against him, swaying their bodies in rhythm with the music. The feel of her curves pressed against him is intoxicating, making it difficult for Tristen to focus on anything but how good she feels "I must admit," Sidney whispers in his ear, her breath tickling his skin and sending a shiver down his spine, "you're not at all what I expected. You're actually kind of...cute." She pauses for a moment before adding with a mischievous giggle, "And very, very nice." Sidney tilts her head back slightly to meet Tristen 's gaze, their eyes locking as they continue to dance. The room seems to fade away, replaced by the gentle press of flesh against flesh and the intoxicating scent of her perfume. She looks up at him with a mixture of curiosity and desire in her hazel orbs, silently daring him to take things further. Tristen knows what he wants...and it's right here in his arms, waiting for him to claim her.

Oh? You're not what I expected...and you think I'm cute? Well isn't that just the sweetest thing ever to hear. Your compliment made my night. Now I can dance with a smile knowing someone finds me attractive too. Tristen *Sidney whispers softly, her voice full of playful flirtation and warmth. With every word, she presses her body closer against his, feeling his hardness through their clothes. Her nipples peak under the fabric of her dress, straining for his touch.

A delicious anticipation curls in her stomach as they continue to dance. Sidney Saint | The Bridesmaid hasn't been this turned on by someone in a long time...and she wants more. More of Tristen 's attention, more of the way he makes her feel. She leans forward slightly, brushing her hand against his upper thigh and smiling sweetly up at him through her lashes. "So, are you going to keep me guessing?"

Her voice is low and sultry now, husky with desire as she hints at what she really means. The music swirls around them, the other couples on the dance floor mere specters in the periphery. All that matters is Tristen and the heat building between them...

"Ohhh..." Sidney purrs, her cheeks flushing prettily. "A private room where we can...discover each other?" She raises an eyebrow playfully before adding with a giggle, "I'm sure you know what I mean." Her hands slip up his chest, caressing his neck and finally coming to rest in his hair as she looks into his eyes, her expression full of desire.

The music slows then stops entirely, leaving them standing close together on the dance floor. Sidney presses a soft kiss to Tristen 's lips before stepping back with an expectant gleam in her eye. Her breasts rise and fall gently with each shallow breath, her nipples visible through the thin fabric of her dress. "Well?" she asks, her voice still husky from desire. "What do you say we find that room?"

Hearing his agreement, she practically squeals in delight, throwing her arms around his neck and nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder. "Thank you," she whispers against his skin, wrapping her arms tightly around him as if she's afraid he might disappear. "I'm so glad we found each other tonight."

She takes a step back then, giving Tristen another one of those dazzling smiles that make his heart race. Her hands move to the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly off her hips and revealing her lacy white undergarments beneath. Sidney's breath catches in anticipation as she meets Tristen 's gaze once more, silently urging him to take what he wants. Her cheeks are still flushed, her eyes bright with desire...and a hint of possessiveness. She's his now, and she knows it.

"Come on," she breathes huskily, wrapping one hand around his wrist and leading him off the dance floor and towards the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. The bridesmaid dress pooling at her feet in a silken waterfall as she walks with purposeful steps toward their destination.

Sidney Saint | The Bridesmaid looks over her shoulder just once, making sure Tristen is still following before disappearing around the corner. The hallway is dimly lit, but that only adds to the atmosphere of desire and forbidden pleasure that hangs heavy in the air as they near their destination...

Her heart races as she practically drags you through the dimly lit hallway. She can feel her excitement building with each step they take closer to their destination. Sidney bites down on her bottom lip, trying to stifle her eager gasps as she glances back at Tristen, making sure he's still following close behind. Her eyes dart around nervously when they finally reach the door leading into one of the guest rooms, wondering if this is really happening or if it's all just a dream. With shaking hands, she reaches out to push the door open...

Her gaze meets Tristen 's as he steps inside, taking in his breath-taking appearance with wanton hunger. His expression mirrors her own: eager, slightly nervous, but mostly consumed by desire. The room is dark and quiet, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting as they make their way toward the bed. As Sidney Saint | The Bridesmaid stands before him now, her dress pooled around her ankles, revealing her smooth, soft skin beneath...she waits for Tristen to take control and claim what's his.

Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of him standing there, belt now discarded on the floor. His arousal is plain for her to see, a thick and impressive bulge beneath his slacks that causes a wet heat to blossom low in her stomach. Sidney bites down on her bottom lip, her fingers curling into fists at her sides as she struggles to contain the need surging through her body. "You're...so beautiful," she whispers, voice hoarse with desire. "I want you so badly." Her hands tremble as they reach out to touch him, tentatively running over the fabric of his slacks where they bunch at his waist. She tugs gently, her breath catching in anticipation when she feels his hardness against her palm for the first time. "Take them off," she urges, her voice now a husky, needy moan. "Let me see all of you."

Sidney Saint | The Bridesmaid meets Tristen 's gaze unflinchingly as she continues to stroke his length through his pants, relishing the feel of him growing harder and harder in her hands. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, and a shudder rolls down her spine at the thought of what's about to happen...

"Maybe...but let's take things one step at a time," she murmurs between nibbling his earlobe. "Let's see where tonight leads us." Her other hand wanders up his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt before sliding beneath it to brush against his warm skin. She can feel his heart racing beneath her fingertips, and the knowledge that she has this effect on him only fuels her need.

Sidney tilts her head back slightly, looking up at Tristen through her lashes as her free hand tugs urgently at his belt. "Tristen," she whispers, voice husky with desire. "I want you...please." She gazes into his eyes as their bodies sway together in time, the sensation of their bare skin meeting sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. With a sharp tug on his belt, she frees him from his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor in a silken pool around their feet.

Her breath hitches as she takes in his fully revealed arousal, longing to feel it buried deep inside her. "You're incredible," she murmurs, leaning forward to brush her lips against the tip of him, relishing the taste of him on her tongue. Her hand slides down his length, slowly stroking him as she looks up at Tristen again, their gazes locked in an intense and passionate dance.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his words. "My...husband?" Sidney looks surprised and confused for a moment before her expression darkens into a fierce, possessive glare. "Oh, that bastard," she growls, suddenly angry now. "He's nothing but a jealous prick who thinks he owns me!"

She pushes Tristen 's pants down his hips and steps out of her own dress, leaving her naked in front of him. Sidney Saint | The Bridesmaid has always been proud of her body; she works out constantly to keep herself in shape due to wanting to look good and keep her body in shape. Her breasts are perfectly shaped, medium yet perky and pink, complete and soft, while her ass is pillowy, round and firm. She moves closer to Tristen now, nipples hard and peaked from desire, her body pressing against his as she whispers into his ear: "He doesn't own me...and he never will. And neither do you." Her tone leaves no room for argument, her words ringing with challenge and defiance. "But if you want this..." She slides him back between her legs, moaning softly at the feeling of him pressed against her wetness "...then show me that you're not like them."

Her breath catches as she feels him push inside her. She bites down on her bottom lip to stifle the moan that wants to escape and arches her back, meeting his every thrust with a grind of her hips. "Yessss," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her nails into his shoulders. "Do it...claim me." Her eyes lock with Tristen 's, their gazes meeting in a fierce, intense dance that mirrors the passion between their bodies.

Sidney's back arches further as pleasure washes over her in waves, her breath coming faster and shallower with each passing moment. She can feel him building inside her, knowing he's close...and so is she. With a final, powerful thrust, Tristen 's body tenses against hers and his hot seed explodes deep within her, filling her completely. Their bodies tremble as they ride out the wave of release together, hearts pounding in perfect sync.

When their breathing finally begins to steady again, Sidney looks up at him with a mixture of lust and satisfaction in her eyes. "Well...was it worth it?" she asks playfully, running her fingers through his sweat-damp hair. Her lips curve into a smug little smile as she waits for his answer.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his words. "Good," she replies, voice husky with satisfaction. With slow, deliberate movements, she slides down his body until her lips meet the tip of him once more, engulfing him in a wet, searing kiss. Her tongue darts out to tease and play before she swallows him back down, sucking greedily as he twitches and throbs against her tongue. She looks up at Tristen through her lashes, gaze fierce yet filled with desire. "I'm glad we found each other tonight," she whispers hoarsely before pulling away with a wet pop.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as she gazes up at him, taking in his beautiful face and strong, sculpted body. Their coupling has left them both slick with sweat and glowing with exertion, making her heart race even faster at the thought of what else they could do together. She bites her lip, uncertainty warring with wanton lust. "So...what now?" she asks softly, hoping he'll take the lead.

She gasps as his hands cup her ass, her breath catching in anticipation. "You don't want to go back to the reception now?" she whispers, arching her back slightly and pressing herself harder against him. Her nails scrape lightly across his chest, leaving trails of desire in their wake.

Her lips part as he lifts her, taking her with him off the bed and onto the carpeted floor. The sensation of being moved by him, of being so effortlessly swept away, makes her heart race even faster. Sidney moans softly, eyes fluttering shut as she feels his length pressed against her again, wet and ready for more.

"Please," she whispers against his ear, body tensing as he slowly begins to thrust inside her once more. "I want...I need..." She trails off, unable to find the words for how much she desires him. All that matters is this moment, this connection between them, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, driving them both closer and closer to the edge of sanity.

Her eyes fly open in panic as she hears the knocking on the door. "Oh my God!" She buries her face in Tristen 's neck, heart racing with fear and shame. "What are we going to do?"

She tenses beneath him as another wave of desire washes over her, the thought of being caught only serving to heighten her arousal. Sidney moans softly into his ear, body begging for release even as her mind races with worries about what might happen if they're found out.

Her breath hitches as he whispers reassurance in her ear. "I-I can't," she stammers, looking up at him with wide eyes filled with fear and longing. "If we get caught...if they find out..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought. The desire inside her is overwhelming now, clawing at her insides like a wild animal, desperate for release.

With shaking hands, she reaches down between their bodies and grasps him tightly, guiding his length back inside her. "Please," she begs, arching her hips up to meet his thrusts. Her skin is flushed and slick with sweat, hair tumbled around her face as she closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering moan. The room spins wildly around them, the world narrowed down to nothing but their bodies moving together in a frenzy of need and lust.

She can feel herself getting closer...on the edge of something incredible. With every thrust that brings him deeper inside her, she's closer, closer to the release that she craves so desperately. But the knowledge that they could be caught at any moment only serves to heighten the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her nails scrape down his back as she moans louder, her body tightening around him. She feels the rush of ecstasy building inside her, about to break free in a wave of release that will leave her shattered and satisfied. Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she arches her back off the floor, nails digging into his shoulders, demanding more.

But just as she thinks she can't take anymore, something snaps inside her. The tension coils tightly, almost painfully, then explodes in a shower of white-hot pleasure that leaves her gasping and shuddering beneath him. Her body clenches around him, milking every last drop of his release as their hearts race together in perfect unison.

With a final groan, she collapses back to the floor, boneless and spent. A faint knocking can be heard from the other side of the door now, growing steadily louder as whoever it is begins to lose patience. With trembling fingers, Sidney pushes her hair out of her face and glances up at Tristen with bleary eyes. "Oh God..." she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion. "What do we...?"