Oh, the joys of being divorced, single, and in your fifties. I’m being sarcastic. Especially when you have a large family function. It was just a few weeks ago and my niece Emily was getting married at a resort in beautiful Lake Tahoe.

Becky, my sister, and Emily’s mother, had sent me the invitation months in advance with a “Plus One” option hoping I would bring a date. She knew from our many conversations that I would be attending alone since I was not in a relationship. Nor did I want to subject a woman, who I might have just started to date, to my nosey sisters.

We come from a large Italian family with three other siblings, all hardcore Catholics. Except me. Our parents, now deceased, were upset that I did not get married in “The Church” back in the late eighties. They hated my Hawaiian beach nuptials as they never understood the Bohemian carefree part of my lifestyle. When I got divorced five years ago, they were naturally disappointed. Whatever. My life, not theirs.

Every family member was in Tahoe on Thursday night, as there were several activities scheduled for early Friday morning. The unofficial count was almost fifty immediate family members. There were guided hiking, biking, and kayak tours in the morning, and then a boat cruise into Emerald Bay in the afternoon, before the wedding rehearsal and dinner.

As both the bride’s and groom’s families gathered Friday evening for dinner at one of the resort’s banquet rooms, my other pesky sister, Shelly, Becky’s twin, made a comment to me about having assigned seating at the wedding reception. “And you’ve been paired up with Blake’s (the groom) divorced aunt.”

She could tell by the look on my face, my infamous eye roll, that I was not too happy to be “assigned” a date. “Are you eff’n kidding me?” I asked.

“I told Becky that you’d be miffed,” said Shelly.

Laughing, “Miffed? How ‘bout pissed off?”

“It’s a seating issue. You two are the only single adults. If it’s any consolation, Emily said the aunt is really cute,” Shelly said trying to change my attitude.

“Find out who she is and point her out to me,” I told her.

As everyone was sitting down for dinner service Becky came over to me and whispered in my ear, “Blake’s Aunt Lisa is the blonde in the navy dress. I think you’ll like her; I’ve met her several times.”

Before I could say a word, Becky was walking back to her seat. I casually looked around the banquet tables and saw several blonde women in my age range. Half of Blake’s female family members seemed to be blonde, or at least bottle blondes.

I finally found one woman in a navy dress, but she had her back to me. I was patient and twenty minutes later I went to the restroom. As I walked past her table, I did not look at her knowing I would have a much better view as I walked back to my seat.

As I rounded the corner into the small banquet room my eyes landed on Lisa. She was very attractive, with deep brown eyes and long blonde hair with brown undertones. My eyes did not leave her as I walked forward. She must have felt my gaze as she looked up from her conversation when I was about ten feet away. We smiled at each other.

“Hi, I hear we’re sitting together tomorrow,” she said.

I thought to myself, “Nice, she initiated contact.”

I stopped and kneeled to be on her level, “Hi, I’m Dino. Dino Rossi. Nice to meet you,” extending my hand.

“Hello, Dino. I’m Lisa Giannoni. Hopefully, we can talk more later,” she said.

Smiling, “I look forward to getting to know you,” I said.

I returned to my seat and Shelly looked past her husband on my side and asked, “Well?”

“I introduced myself. And, yes, she is cute,” I said, not wanting to let her know I was over the moon with excitement. After all, she’d tell Becky, and the two of them would needle me about finding a girlfriend.

After dinner and a few quick speeches from several in the wedding party, the dinner was officially over. It was just 8:30 pm and many were saying they were going to their rooms, having had a long day with the earlier activities.

I had different plans. I was looking for Lisa in the crowd of about ninety people. As I looked across the room, I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning I fully expected it to be one of my sisters, but it was Lisa.

“Dino, would you like to get a drink at the lobby bar?” she asked.

“Did you see me looking across the room? I was looking for you. And I was going to ask you for a drink,” I said with a slight laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she teased.

We both said a few “good nights” to family members and made our way from the banquet room to the lobby bar. “Let’s grab that corner table,” I said. “It looks quiet so we can talk.”

Lisa agreed and we took our seats and soon ordered cocktails from the waitress. The table was also out of view from other wedding guests who might be walking by and looking in, meaning no one would see us unless they came into the bar.

She asked me to go first, so I gave her a quick bio about myself: UC Berkeley grad, owned my insurance agency for twenty-eight years, married twenty-six years, and divorced five. Two kids, Carlo, twenty-eight, and Margarita (Rita), twenty-six, both who were at dinner with their significant others.

When I was finished Lisa said, “We have parallel lives.” She went on to tell me about herself: University of Southern California, CPA, married twenty-three years, divorced four. Two kids, son Conner, twenty-five, and daughter Corey, twenty-three, both were also at dinner.

I asked her, “Did you know we were being seated together before today?”

Laughing, “Yesterday. Angela (Blake’s mother and her sister) told me last night. We’re the only two single adults attending the wedding. She told me that Emily said I’d like you.”

“I was told the same thing. Maybe Emily thinks she’s a matchmaker,” I joked.

Lisa and I talked for a total of ninety minutes over two cocktails when we decided to head up to our rooms. When we were in the elevator I asked, “May I walk you to your room?”

“That would be nice,” Lisa said.

As we walked down her hallway, I softly held her hand. Stopping at her door I told her, “It was nice getting to know you. I look forward to tomorrow and having a chance to dance with you.”

Smiling, Lisa said, “I’d like that.” She paused and continued, “Would you like to come in?”

“I would. But I’m not that easy,” I joked. “You’ll need to wine and dine me tomorrow night,” I said laughing.

“Are you playing hard to get?” she asked.

“If that’s what you want to call it. Good night, Lisa. Sleep well,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek and turned to walk away.

**

Emily and Blake had a beautiful outdoor wedding on Saturday afternoon with the pines in the foreground and Lake Tahoe in the short distance. As the guests walked back up the aisle Lisa and I were at the same time, being across the aisle in row two as family, so I offered my arm and we ventured out as friends on both sides were probably wondering who the other was.

I’m sure some of Becky’s friends were thinking, “Who is Dino with? His girlfriend? A date? Who?” I was enjoying a good internal chuckle as I looked people in the eyes and smiled as I passed.

“Boy, we got a few puzzled looks,” Lisa said with a laugh.

“Yes, we did! I bet a few women are texting my Ex right now,” I joked.

Unfortunately, we both had to stick around for family photos. Becky was insistent that there was a photo of all five siblings since it was the first time we had all been together since our mother’s funeral two years ago. I also did appreciate my photo with the bride and groom.

When everyone made it to the Grand Ball Room it was spectacular. I knew right away that Becky and Joe did not pay for all of this grandeur. I later found out from Lisa that her mother, Blake’s Grandmother, had left each grandchild $50,000 specifically for their wedding. That was on top of $75,000 for their first house. I got the impression that Lisa’s deceased parents were very wealthy.

We found our table and it was half her family and half mine. My sister Shelly and her husband Bob, and my brother Vinny and his wife Maria, were to my left. On Lisa’s right were her two sisters and their husbands. I learned that Lisa was the oldest of five girls.

The dinner conversation at our table was fun and informative as we learned more about Blake, and Lisa’s, extended family. I’m sure they felt the same way. Both families had cabins in the South Tahoe area since the mid-sixties, so it was a special place for everyone involved.

After the traditional cake cutting, bouquet toss, and garter toss the couple had their first dance. Soon the four parents joined them, the wedding party, siblings, and finally other family members. I smiled at Lisa and asked, “May I have this dance?” extending my hand.

We made our way to the dance floor and thankfully it was an “oldie,” something from the eighties, that I knew and could dance to. Lisa was dressed in an emerald green dress, a few inches above the knee, a deep V-neck showing plenty of cleavage, with nude platform heels and a thin “blinged out” belt. She was five-seven, five-ten with her heels, size eight, with what I guessed were 36D or DD breasts. I also suspected they might be “refurbished.”

Lisa and I danced a few more before she asked to sit down. As we walked back to our table I asked if she’d like a drink, and she asked for an Old Fashioned. I returned with one of each of us and we continued to chat. And flirt. Albeit it was a bit awkward with our families at the table coming and going to the dance floor.

“Would you like to go for a walk around the resort?” I asked. “The sun will be up at least thirty more minutes.”

“Dino, that would be great,” she said.

On our walk, Lisa told me about how her father and grandfather were huge cherry growers and owned the largest packing facility in San Joaquin County. In the late 1980s, they diversified and started buying vineyards and got into wine grapes. The family opened a winery in 2010, prior to her parent’s passing. All five of the sisters run both operations now, all specializing in different areas like accounting, human resources, marketing, etc. Lisa ran the financial side of things being a CPA.

We returned to the reception and went straight to the dance floor. The third song was a slow dance, and I was happy to hold her tight. I could feel my cock grow as we slowly did our box step.

Just before the song was ending, I looked into her eyes, leaned toward her, and our lips met. We kissed several times. As I pulled back and opened my eyes to see Lisa was smiling.

“That was nice. I could do that all night long,” she said with a grin.

“Well, not to be too forward, but I’m ready to leave whenever you are,” I said.

Laughing, “Oh, and where might we be going?” she asked.

“You did invite me into your room last night,” I replied.

“But I haven’t been to your room. That sounds like an exciting adventure,” she said with a devilish grin.

I looked at Lisa and then around the room, “Why don’t we leave quietly and not say goodbye to anyone,” I told her. “A classic ‘Irish Exit'.”

“Excellent idea,” she said.

We walked arm in arm, kissing several times along the way, and were soon on my floor and headed to my room. “Here we are, room 269,” I said.

Laughing, “Are you kidding me? Two sixty-nine!”

“Hey, it beats room 666,” I joked as I opened the door.

Lisa went straight to the loveseat and sat down. I was at the wet bar starting to make us drinks when Lisa spoke, “I did not come to your room for another drink. Come here.”

I sat down with my arm around her shoulder and quickly started kissing her. Our lips met, our mouths opened, and our tongues softly danced. After several minutes my left hand was on her right breast softly caressing her full boob and toying with her nipple. As she moaned slightly, she began rubbing my semi-hard cock in my slacks. When she grabbed my schlong and gave it a long hard squeeze I moaned. “Oh, shit.”

I stood her up off the loveseat and we soon undressed each other and were back on the loveseat. Lisa surprised me a bit and was the aggressor pushing me onto my back, “I’m going to suck your cock so well that you’ll cum within five minutes,” she said.

“Is this a bet?” I joked.

She looked at me with a funny grin, “If I can make you cum in under five minutes, I get to snowball your cum into your mouth. If I don’t, you can fuck my ass. Deal?”

“You got a deal,” I said. Thinking to myself, “I can hold off for five minutes no problem. This will be easy.”

Lisa grabbed her iPhone and set the timer for five minutes. “Start,” she said hitting the button.

She was not going to lose this bet. She quickly took my dick into her mouth bobbing up and down several times. Lisa then spit in her hand and started jerking me off and talking dirty, “Yes, give me your jizz, Dino! Shoot your load in my mouth!”

Lisa sucked and licked my balls, licked my shaft and head, and teased me for a couple of minutes when she went south and licked my starfish. “Spread your legs,” she said.

She went back to work on my cock for twenty seconds, then spit on my ass and licked her finger. I knew where this was going: the Hershey Highway. Lisa then slowly guided her finger into my ass.

“Hey, this wasn’t part of the deal,” I said knowing this would speed up my orgasm.

Lisa didn’t stop the fingering or the sucking. I looked at her phone and it read 1:04 as it was counting down. Only another minute. No problem, I thought. “Fifty-five seconds,” I told her.

She then put pressure on my prostate versus just rubbing it. Fuck, it felt so good! Too good. I was worried I wouldn’t last, and I’d be swallowing my hot sticky man milk soon. “Cum for me. Gimmie your load!” Lisa said as she stroked me super-fast. “Yes, blow your load, Dino!”

I could feel my legs start to shiver and my balls tighten, sure signs I’m going to cum soon. “Ooohhhhh fuuuuck yes!” I muttered. “Faster!” I begged.

My hips instinctively bucked, and my hands pressed her head down on my manhood as I shot rope after rope of cum into Lisa’s mouth. I looked at the phone, 00:05. I lost. Five damn seconds. Then her alarm buzzer went off.

Lisa stroked me getting every pearl blob of spunk in her mouth. She looked at me and tried to talk, “Lay back,” she mumbled.

I moved so my head was flat on the cushion as she brought her face right next to mine. She started to giggle as she slowly drizzled my cum into my open mouth. With the last little bit, she purposely let it fall on my cheek and chin, and then she licked it off.

I sat up and swallowed my baby batter for the first time in my life. “Agh,” I said. “Not the best taste, but not awful either.”

Laughing, Lisa said, “What is it with you men and not tasting your cum. It’s not going to make you gay. I always taste myself after I masturbate.”

“And I look forward to tasting you,” I joked.

Lisa stared at me with a serious look, “I bet you do, but I’m not that easy,” she said mocking my statement from the night before. “If you cuddle me all night maybe you’ll get lucky in the morning.”

We moved to the bed where we spent the next ten minutes kissing before finally spooning. Soon we were both asleep.

I awoke to Lisa kissing my cheek and neck. “Who wants to get laid this morning?” she said. “Someone has major morning wood.” Sure enough, I had a raging hardon.

Lisa started stroking my penis and fondling my boys. “Just lay there. I’m going to ride your cock,” she said as she straddled me. She slowly lowered herself down on my joystick, going up and down, up and down. She was so wet that I figured she had to have been “stirring the soup” before she woke me up.

“Lean forward,” I told Lisa. As she did, I began licking and sucking her big beautiful full boobs and pinching her nipples. This went on for five minutes as we slowly stayed in a smooth rhythm before I felt her kitty spasm lightly on my dick. Lisa moaned slightly and just kept riding me as she enjoyed the first orgasmic pleasure wave.

“Oh, that was really nice. Now fuck me hard and fast, Dino,” she asked.

I moved my hands to her shapely hips and I started to thrust deep into her love tunnel. Faster. Harder. Harder. Faster. I was slamming her like a seventeen-year-old in the back seat of Dad’s Buick sedan.

“Cum with me, Lisa! I’m going to cum!” I told her.

“Yes. Fuck me! Fuck me!” Lisa said.

I reached up with my right hand and grabbed a handful of her breast, manhandling her boob, then my fingers moved to her large dark nipples and pinched her as hard as I could. I could feel my jizz running from my balls toward my cock as I was about to climax.

“I’m cumming!” I said. “Cum with me, Lisa!”

Just as I finished that last sentence Lisa let out a primal grunt and her pussy clamped down on my manhood.

“Yes! Yes!” she said as I unloaded my balls deep into her vagina, shooting a half dozen spurts of pearl globs of my spunk into her.

“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck yes!” I said as my body shivered through my orgasm.

“Oh my God!” Lisa muttered. “That was amazing,” she continued as she slowly dismounted my dick and laid back down facing me on her side.

“Yes, amazing,” I whispered. I looked down at my cock and it was covered in her glistening cream. We laid silent for a few minutes as we enjoyed our physical endorphin high.

“I better get going,” Lisa said. “Brunch is in eighty minutes.”

I looked at my alarm clock and it read 8:40 am. A family brunch was scheduled for 10:00 am.

“I’ll meet you at brunch,” I said. “Let’s plan on sitting together.”

“Sounds great,” Lisa said as she slipped back into her emerald dress.

**

The brunch buffet was wonderful with every item you could think of, waffles, bacon, fresh fruit, an omelet station, and much more.

Lisa and I sat with the parents of both the bride and groom, Angela and Reed, Becky and Joe, along with some of their mutual friends. Living only forty miles apart I was not surprised to learn that Reed and Joe both attended Jesuit High School just one year apart, knew each other, and had mutual friends.

Becky mentioned that Lisa and I “seemed to disappear last night. Where did you two go?”

I bluffed and told that table we went to the bar to talk since the band was too loud. Everyone seemed to buy my bullshit.

And then Lisa said, “Becky, we were in Dino’s room. I know you don’t want to hear this, but your brother is an excellent lover.”

Silence. Dead silence. Everyone stopped talking and eating. All eyes were on Lisa.

“Oh Lisa, stop joking around,” said her sister Renee.

Seeing a chance to pour more gasoline on the fire I chimed in, “She’s not joking,” while looking right at Becky.  “I thought you’d be happy.”

The rest of the table was a bit nervous by the looks on their faces, so I quickly changed the subject, “Hey, who wants to ride the Heavenly gondola up to the top today before we leave?” I asked.

Thankfully the conversation changed topics several times. After checking out of the hotel Lisa and I did ride the gondola before leaving later that afternoon. She followed me to Sacramento and called me when she returned to her home in Morada.

Later that week, I took Lisa out to dinner on Thursday, and she came up to Sacramento on Saturday morning to spend the weekend with me. We’ve been dating for three months now and leave next Saturday for a week in Cabo San Lucas.

Needless to say, my nosey twin sisters are very happy.

The End.