It was at that point Nicoletta noticed the church that the nuns and priest came out of, and a wicked smile crossed her face. In less then a second she was dressed in a soft red and black dress and heels with black garters. While the dress itself was not very amazing or flashy, it clung to Nicoletta's form, flowing around her and clinging to her in ways that gave no doubt of the amazing body underneath.
As she approached the church, she realized a wedding was about to take place. The nervous groom and best man were at the door by the minister, welcoming the guests and chatting amongst themselves. Nicoletta slipped in with a large crowd as they entered the church so that she could better watch the scene from a nearby stairwell and be unnoticed
The groom looked nervous, his shoulder-length sandy blond hair tied in a very neat French braid and his brilliant green eyes full of excitement and fear. His tuxedo fit him very well, hinting that while he was not vain, he did take good care of himself. And his hands...his hands looked so big and soft and strong...and Nicoletta's body ached to have them caress her naked flesh.
The best man, with short raven black hair and piercing blue eyes, kept trying to joke with the groom and talk him down a bit. Again, his firm body was very obvious, as was his aura of worldliness...his knowledge of women and how to arouse and please them. As he spoke, Nicoletta watched his tongue move fluidly against his moist, firm lips. She growled softly, fighting back the need to roughly kiss him and bite him, to get those lips to respond to her in kind.
Of course, the minister looked rather young as well, a look of both deep wisdom and naive youthfulness in his eyes. And while he didn't look as sexy as the other two men, there was a certain strength and meekness to the man that made Nicoletta want to “know him better...”
At that point Nicolleta heard a sound above her. She looked up the stairs to find the bride sneaking a peek at the groom. The woman was about 5'4” and slender with soft, darling set of B-cup breasts. But the best feature about the young girl was her legs. From Nicoletta's vantage point, she could see up the woman's flowing gown to the long, silky, strong legs of someone who exercised just enough to keep them healthy and powerful without making them look too muscular or grotesque. How Nicoletta wanted to feel those legs intertwined with hers...
At this point her need to feed caused Nicoletta to tremble. She had to decide now! |