Chapter 5: The Reception

Even there, at the reception, our good luck held out. I was able to photograph the cake and some decorations and Lou did some pictures of the crowd before the limousine arrived with the wedding party. We were both on hand taking pictures as they got out of the limo, and with the dresses being fairly low cut, we both got some interesting down-blouse pictures! Several of the bridesmaids, including the bride, were braless and one woman’s boob actually fell out as she stepped out! She recovered quickly, but I knew that I had captured the errant body part.

When Gina and Cole came out, they posed for pictures with the limo. The DJ came out and arranged everyone for the Grand Entrance, and the next thing we all knew, we were inside and everybody was announced. The parents were dignified, the children adorable, the groomsmen and bridesmaids goofy and the bride and groom only slightly embarrassed. They both had big, wide grins on their faces all the way from the entrance to the head table. When they got there, someone yelled out, “Give ‘er a kiss, Cole!” I swear, that kiss went on for over a minute and didn’t stop until the catcalls started getting obscene. I could see several women fanning themselves.

The hotel wanted the cake cut early in the festivities so that they could finish cutting it for dessert, so the cake cutting and feeding were right after the introductions. The kids were nice and didn’t smash the cake into each other’s faces. However, Cole did manage to get a big dollop of icing on his finger and swipe it across Gina’s nose. She wiped it off with her finger and then chased Cole around the room with the carving knife. Everyone laughed and a couple of the groomsmen ‘captured’ Cole and held him for Gina.

“If I didn’t want children...” said Gina, menacingly.

“Children?” squawked Cole. “Who said anything about children?” Gina waved the knife under his nose. “OK, OK,” he said. “How many?”

“Lots,” said Gina, and she turned and flounced away amid the laughter of her guests. The guys let Cole go and he ran up to Gina, turned her around and laid another of those kisses on her. That got the crowd whooping and hollering and when he let her go, Gina did an exaggerated stagger away from him and then launched herself at him, jumping up into his arms, her legs wrapped around him, kissing him right back.

Finally, someone yelled “Get a room, you two!” and Cole fished his room key out of his pocket and waved it around, still kissing Gina. Gina finally broke the kiss and slid down his body until her feet were on the floor. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and said, “Just you wait, Mr. Harper,” and turned away and signaled her maid-of-honor to attend her. As she walked past Lou, Gina leaned down and whispered in Lou’s ear. Lou grinned, got up and followed the two out of the room.

Things settled down a little at that point, so I hauled out my laptop and downloaded the pictures from the time before the wedding and the wedding itself and setup a slide show. I put the laptop on a table in a corner near where we would be sitting, placed some order forms next to it along with some simple instructions, and then set the slide show on a continuous loop. It would play throughout the wedding and, if someone wanted a picture, they could order it. I didn’t get many orders that way, but I did get a few, and a buck’s a buck, right?

When Gina got back, she had shed the veil and the long train. Now the dress was a lot sleeker, hugging her form even closer than before. Lou did not come in with her, but I figured she was making a potty stop and would be back very shortly.

I went up to Gina and when she had seated herself, asked her for her rings. Cole was there, also, so I asked for his, too. I set up a picture with their flowers, the rings and a Gideon’s Bible I had found in the back of the room. I opened the Bible to First Corinthians, Chapter 13, the ‘Love’ chapter, and took a couple of pictures. I then rearranged things with some of the table decorations, photographed that, then gave the rings back to the happy couple. About then was when dinner was served, so I went back to my seat. When I arrived, Lou was there looking very happy. I asked about her smile, and all she would say was, “You’ll see.” I know enough to just let it go, even though my curiosity was piqued.

The rest of the evening was a breeze. The DJ knew his job and I willingly handed over the job of wrangling this gang to him. He did consult with me and between us we managed to get the important things, like the first dance, parents’ dances, etc, right after the dinner. That left it for Lou and me to be selective about the pictures we took. I made it clear to Lou that pictures of drunks were not what would sell later, so we made it a point of getting pictures of people having fun. There were, of course, some that were more lascivious than others.

For example, when Gina threw the bouquet just before she and Cole departed for the evening, in the scramble for the bouquet, a couple of the ladies whose gowns were strapless, had their boobs fall out. Lou got that picture. When Cole removed the garter, he threw the hem of Gina’s dress, which was full and not skin-tight like the rest of the gown, over Gina’s head, exposing a very bare, but very wet, pussy! I got that picture. A couple who were engaged caught the garter and the bouquet, so I had him put the garter on his fiancé. When he pulled up her skirt, he revealed a pussy that was as bare and as wet as Gina’s! Talk about being in the right place at the right time!

The happy couple left shortly after that, telling everyone that they’d see them in a couple of weeks. They drove off, presumably for another hotel closer to the airport. I knew, however, from my discussions with them, that the hotel had comped them their room at the hotel in return for all of the business their families had done with the hotel over the years. They weren’t going very far; just far enough and then back again in another vehicle so that they could arrive incognito. It seems that their families and friends believed in the old-fashioned notion of the charivari or shivaree.

After Gina and Cole had left, the party tried to become lively again, but it wasn’t working. It was only about 11:15, and the DJ was booked until midnight. I slipped him a $20 bill and asked him to play some slow songs. I took Lou out onto the dance floor where we were joined by about ten more couples. The DJ was good and selected Anne Murray’s ‘Could I Have This Dance’ as the opening number to end the night.

I held Lou close, my right hand properly on her waist. She tried valiantly to follow my lead, but, as she was not really into ballroom dancing, did not succeed all that well. My waltz was pretty rusty, too, I’ll admit. Eventually, we ended up like many of the younger couples, just shuffling our feet while we clung to each other. Lou’s arms were around my neck and my hands were on her hips. After a couple of moments of that, Lou took my hands and very deliberately put my hands on the cheeks of her ass. When I squeezed them and pulled her into me, she sighed, put her head against my chest and ground her pelvis against my hard on. I’d had it off and on all day long and seeing those two very wet and ready-to-fuck pussies had brought it back to life.