I have already told about myself in the stories “My first client”, “A trip to my grandmother”, “Berries in the forest” and “There will be dances in the club”. I hope you were pleased to learn about my sexual adventures. I found some time to continue my stories.

For those who have not read my stories briefly remind myself. My name is Ilona, ​​I am 23 years old. An ordinary Ukrainian girl. Slim figure, medium height, dark hair, chest second size. Everyone finds me attractive enough. And now I will begin my next story.

Then I finished the first year of uni and was at home on my first summer vacation while studying at the university. There was a lot of free time for various entertainment. Sometimes, I went to the village to my grandmother, where I also had friends with whom I had fun. Already it was the middle of summer. I was at home, approaching the weekend. Parents were going to go to the wedding. A father’s colleague at work married his son, and he invited us all to this wedding. I didn’t really want to go with my parents, I don’t take much time with them, and again I didn’t know anyone there. I saw my father's colleague several times, but I even faintly remembered him. But parents stuck what they want, so we all went together. I did not want to swear and had to agree.

The wedding was on Saturday in a restaurant in the city center. It was not very far from our house. The first half of the day was devoted to preparation. Like any girl, I wanted to look great. In the morning I took a shower, curled my hair with curlers, took up the nails on my arms and legs. For dinner, I didn’t make a very bright make-up; I didn’t want to look very depraved with my parents. Moreover, they did not know what I was a slut and a prostitute.

The day was cool enough in the morning, and a light rain was falling on moments. It is good that it was not stuffy, gave more opportunity to choose clothes. Busting outfits took half an hour for sure, but somehow everything did not come across anything suitable. That did not look festive, it was no longer new and well-worn. I stood naked in my room and wondered what I should wear.

The time was steadily approaching completion and it was necessary to decide what to wear at the wedding. After lengthy doubts and busting my wardrobe, I decided to stop at black stockings, red lace thongs and the same color of the bodice, and also put on a red short dress in a close-fitting, short sleeve, with a small neckline that further accentuated my breasts. Wore red shoes on an average heel and not a large platform and took a small black handbag with a strap, you could hang it on your shoulder. I looked at myself in the mirror, it looked at least not perfect, but quite attractive and sexy. At the end, I splashed myself with some real French, and that was the end of my fees.

The parents have also gathered, so no one had to wait for anyone. We all went to the restaurant on foot. On the way we chatted on various topics. I noticed the views of the passing guys on me, how they evaluated me and followed me with a look. So the outfit was not so bad, I thought. A body swept light wave of excitement. The road took us 20-25 minutes.

There was already a crowd of guests near the restaurant, children were running, flowers were handed out to the people, decorated cars stood at the wedding ceremony. There were no newlyweds, they have not yet arrived from the wedding. I examined the standing people. None of those whom I there could have known on my eyes would not come across. So, she stood beside her parents, who found friends and chatted with them. Some of the men with whom I greeted, my father made a couple of compliments in my direction, they say, like I grew up, and what a beautiful and seductive she has become, and if they were young, then they used to beat me. It was nice, but I didn’t pay much attention to them, I just smiled in response.

There was almost no sun, the temperature was comfortable, so no one entered the room. Everyone stood on the street, new guests came and came. The crowd gradually increased. Already arrived, as I understood, the parents of the young. They quickly went and began preparing for the meeting of the young. A couple of minutes later a white limousine arrived, with signals sending the crowd from the passage directly to the entrance to the restaurant.

From it came the witnesses, then the young. The bride's dress looked pretty elegant and good, she looked in it very attractive and elegant in all white. After the traditional meetings, wishes, bread, salt, and I don’t know what else they were given, since it was difficult to see the crowd, all the guests were invited to the tables.

A crowd of smart people start crowding at the entrance and pushing inside. I followed my parents. We entered, climbed to the second floor of the restaurant in a large decorated wedding hall. Tables stood in three rows, as it seemed to me it was possible to seat 100 people or maybe a little more. All stood in line to the young, who stood near a small table in the center of the room and received congratulations and gifts from guests. The queue did not move as fast as desired. Then came our turn. Father said congratulation, put an envelope with money, mom added a few words too, well, I, too, joined in all this. I did not know young people and saw them for the first time. We passed and settled at the table by the window. I found myself in the company of my father’s employees at work, so there wasn’t much talk to anyone about.

The wedding went on as usual. Everyone drank, ate, spoke toasts, congratulated, in short, nothing special, just like a regular wedding. The master of ceremonies held some small contests, which slightly enlivened the guests, after which they ate further.

I had a good enough meal and waited already when it was time for dancing and you could warm up and walk a little. Since the feast already lasted an hour and a half for sure. They finally announced that they could go to the dance hall on the first floor or drink tea with coffee and a sweet table. I couldn’t eat anymore and decided to go dancing.

I went to the dance hall. There were already a few different people who danced like at a regular disco. There was a table with different drinks near the wall. Played some kind of ensemble ordinary music. I walked a little to the center of the hall and started to dance too. So two songs passed. They included a ballad. I didn’t have couples. I wanted to go to the wall, but then a guy of about 25 years old approached me, slim, he had a little more than average height, with a short haircut, rather handsome.

- A girl can invite you?

- Can. - I replied.

He took my hand, put the second one lightly on my waist. There was a slight smell of alcohol in his breath. His warm hand squeezed mine, the other hand slid slightly along the waist. I also touched him with my hand a little. Especially neither I nor he could dance, so they simply moved to the rhythm of music, like other couples.

- What is your name? Are you alone here? He asked, looking at me.

- Come on you, otherwise it’s not usual for me. I am Ilona. I'm here with my parents. And what is your name?

- My name is Igor. Do you have a guy here? Are you a bridesmaid?

- No, I don't know her at all, I saw her for the first time today. My father works together with the groom's father. And so I'm here without a pair. Yes, and I do not know anyone here. - I replied while continuing to move with him in the dance.

- I'm a cousin of the bride. I am also without a pair, so if you are not against my company, I am ready to become your companion for tonight.

- Good. I am not against the company. One is boring. - I said.

The song ended and the fast music started again. Igor offered to take a portion of ice cream and go to sit on the street, where there were also tables for guests. So for the music you can weakly ask about something. I agreed, and we went outside. Free tables were still there, and we settled with him at one. Brought general informative conversation. I told him that I was studying at the university on economics, that I had finished the first chickens, about exams, teaching, and my hobbies.I learned that he was from Lviv, he worked in an insurance company, he lives with a friend, they rent an apartment together, that he is 26 years old, that he loves cars,